Turquoise Water

A few nights ago I had another one of my astral experiences.

I dreamed that I was with two people, a man and a woman, out in the woods. We were looking for herbs and other vegetation that we were going to use in a meal. As we walked through the woods we came across a large body of water. The man said, "Look the water is turquoise." I looked and indeed the water was turquoise. It was translucent, clear, and blue, like the water in some souvenir post cards. The woods and pretty much everything else around looked dark.

At this moment I became aware that I was in the astral, it wasn't a normal dream. There was an opening in the woods, I walked out of the woods and closer to the shore. From there I looked across the body of water and I could see some strange buildings on the other shore. The buildings looked like towers with oval or tear drop shaped tops. The tops looked like those on the Kremlin.

Except that the towers were much taller and were dark in color, like dark-midnight blue and purple, and the tops were even darker. Another difference is that the towers were separate structures, not part of one structure. I stood there and observed the scene.

After a short while I lost my lucidity. My consciousness went back to sleep and the astral travel reverted to the normal dream it had begun as. The man, woman, and I gathered our herbs and vegetation and walked back through the woods.

Ass Wipe

I had to do a little shopping for household supplies. I found some excellent toilet paper with Trump's face on it.

Now I wait patiently for the mother-of-all-dumps so I can wipe my ass with his face.

Interestingly, it looks as if he is puckering up. I guess he can kiss my ass too.

Ass wipe toilet paper, every Mexican household should have some.

Afternoon Nap

Today I took an afternoon nap.

I went into a dream. I saw myself, I was sitting on my customary chair in my room facing the TV and window.

Suddenly a man appeared. He seemed to have walked in through the window. He sat down.

This startled me a bit. What are you doing here, I asked. He didn't say anything.

No one comes into my room without my permission. And here is this stranger. This just doesn't happen. This was the queue that alerted me that I was in the astral. Once I knew I was in the astral I decided to do what I always do when I'm in the astral world, I decided to go out and explore it.

I stood up and walked towards the window from which the man had presumably entered. He stood up. I said excuse me to him and he stepped aside. Thank you I said, and I walked out through the opening.

Outside I found myself in a place that I recognized as a water treatment plant. I was outside. The sky was blue and the day was sunny and pleasant. The place I walked out to looked like a water treatment plant I previously worked at, but it was different. I saw people walking around as if they were walking around in a public park. I saw a woman walk by pushing a stroller.

I stood there for a moment just taking in the scene. I was deciding where to go. Should I turn right, left, or go straight ahead. I decided to turn left. I walked along a paved path. I could see water channels and water holding ponds. I looked at the water in the channel to my left. It was crystal clear, I could see the bottom of the channel clearly.

I eventually reached the end of the paved path I was on. I couldn't continue without climbing over barriers. I tried to climb over some of them but one of the barriers began to break apart when I grabbed it to hold onto. I let go and realized I couldn't continue.

There was a water holding pond there at the end of the path. The water in the pond was green. It looked as if it had algae in it. A man was there. He was doing some type of work.

At this moment I woke up and found myself back in my room.

The Killer Caterpillar

Had a dream a couple of nights ago.

I was on a tree top and nearby was a giant caterpillar. It had an exoskeleton like a centipede but was a colorful caterpillar.

I believed it wanted to hurt me so I kicked it in the head. I then kicked it in the head several more times. From somewhere I got the suggestion to "really" kick it. So I did, in the dream and in real life.

I woke myself up. I had kicked the wall next to my bed really hard. Damn! My big toe hurt really bad. I kicked the wall so hard I had to wait a while for the pain to go away before I could fall back asleep again.

In the morning I had a small bruise on my toe and a small dent on the wall.

Moonless Night

This year my birthday falls on a moonless night. Awesome. It will be a new beginning for me. Literally. A new moon and a new life.

Always Running Your Mouth

Just sitting here watching the news early on Sunday morning.

Trump is on the news for running his mouth and calling someone an animal, or saying that he should die like an animal, or something to that effect.

The newswoman introduces former San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown and asks him what his thoughts are regarding Trump's statement.

WTF! She's asking Willie Brown what his thoughts are on Trump running his mouth? Willie Brown got himself into binds for running his mouth when he was mayor. A local paper even ran a comic strip of him. His Williness was always in trouble for running his mouth.

And this woman is asking for Willie Brown's input regarding dumb Trump running his mouth?! His Williness is the last person to ask regarding someone running their mouth.

 

Wow, she gave me a laugh early on a Sunday morning!

The Village Idiot

On my way to work I was listening to the radio. A guy was talking. What he said struck me as funny and interesting.

A dorky guy lived in a certain town. He was the town's dummy. Often times the townsfolk would play a game with him. They would present him with two coins and allow him to keep the one he wanted.

The smaller coin was worth twice as much as the bigger coin. The dummy would always pick the bigger coin. The townsfolk laughed, getting their laughs off of seeing the town's dummy pick the bigger coin even though it was worth half as much as the smaller coin.

One day a man asked the dummy why he would pick the bigger coin if the smaller one was worth more. The dummy said that if he ever picked the smaller coin the game would be over and the townsfolk would not let him pick and keep any coin again.

Yeah it looks like the dummy is the one playing the townsfolk for suckers. He plays the dummy and gets to pick and keep his coin daily.

Blue Moon

Early this coming year we will have two blue moons, one in January and one in March.

The Blue Moon is the second full moon in the calendar month.

February will not have a full moon. We will see the dark side of the moon in the middle of February.

Cracker Sells Monkey a Home

Sitting here watching TV. A commercial comes on. It's a white woman Realtor who sells a house to a black man. Another black man shows up with his pet dog.

The first black man bought the house, because he used some type of app. The second black man, the one with his pet toy dog is left without the house.

The white woman, the Realtor, says something to the effect of feeling sorry for him because he didn't get the house. He replies that she should show her sympathies to "Carlos," his dog.

Oh really? A black man named his dorky dog Carlos?

I guess it's time for me to get a measly old mutt and name him Tobi, or maybe Kunta Kinte. Then I'll feed him a cracker.

Tobi, or Kunta Kinte, eating a cracker.

There She is Again

I found a couple of new pics of Mayra.

I like that T-shirt. She looks more mature in this pic.

Her Native features really stand out.

Gun Shots in the Night

I really debated with myself whether to make this post or not. It's not a pleasant post. You've been warned.

Over the weekend as I slept. I woke up, as I sometimes do, randomly at night. Typically I fall right back asleep. Sunday I woke up in the wee hours of the morning. As I lay in bed readying to go back to sleep I heard a gun shot. Damn! That sounded pretty close, I thought to myself. A few moments later I heard about four or five more gun shots. DAMN! They sounded really close. I wondered if someone had been shot.

Shortly afterwards I heard the paramedics arrive. Yep, something had happened. I knew it did not concern me so I rolled over to sleep. The following morning I opened the drapes and saw a police vehicle across the street. Maybe looking at security footage, I thought to myself.

Well, to make a long story short, the block around the corner from my house was cordoned off by the police. I found out that one of the guys who hangs out around the corner had been shot and killed.

Granted, I may not have been in the best of terms with the guys from around the corner, but may he rest in peace.

Red Sun

Sitting here in my room watching one of my favorite TV programs, Ancient Aliens.

Outside it's still daytime. I decide to go out and sit on my front porch and reminisce about old times.

I sat there and looked around. Up the street to the park I see a beautiful scene. I reminisce about the times when I would see the low-riders cruising down the street scraping and giving off sparks.

The scene was tranquil and peaceful. But it also looked hazy, slightly foggy. It was the smoke from the northern California fires.

I looked left towards the west. The sun was still well above the horizon. The hazy air gave it an orange-reddish look. I sat there and admired it for a while. At first I couldn't look straight into it for more than a second or two because it was still too bright. But after a few minutes, as it went down into deeper and thicker haze I could look at it directly. It was beautiful. It was red!

I decided to share this with my niece and nephew. I called them and told them to see. They saw and were in awe! My sister came out to see, then my brother-in-law also came out to see. All of us stood there on the porch and admired the beautiful red sun. As it hid behind the hazy cloud of smoke it became visible. Visible as in, we could all look directly at it. By now it was red.

Both my niece and my sister wanted pictures of it. They took out their phones and began to take pictures. Soon I heard their disappointment. The sun was not showing up red. It was showing up white! Both my sister and my niece continued to take pictures. Then I heard my sister say "I got it!" She had gotten a picture of it and it looked red. A minute or two later my niece also took a picture where it came out red.

 

Here is the sun just before it went behind the rooftop of a house across the street from us.

Wild Fires

California has quite a few wild fires each year. It's just the way it is. It's the way nature clears much of its unnecessary growth.

Unfortunately sometimes people's homes get in the way.

There have been several wild fires going on simultaneously here in Northern Cali. I can smell the smoke here in east Oakland. It's hazy outside. It's smoky. The wind has been blowing smoke here into the East Bay.

I remember a huge wild fire that occurred about twenty years ago. I was in Ione Cali at the time. I remember walking out of the lodge. The setting sun gave the smoky, hazy air a red appearance. As I looked around, everything appeared to me as if I was seeing the world through red lens.

The scene indeed looked apocalyptic.

More Chicks

Newark, Northern Cali, USA

I love their hair.

Gangsterette

The Park

The park was the hangout in east Oakland in the late seventies.

On those warm late summer and early autumn evenings I would sit on our front porch.  To my right, up the street, I could see a lot of people hanging out. Low-riders would cruise up and down.

We would get excited when we saw a low-rider cruising down hill drop its front end scrape the asphalt and give off sparks.

Joey Gibson Is Wrong

Sitting here watching local news. Joey Gibson is on. He's having some type of event at UC Berkeley.

He got his chance to see his opponents up close and personal.

He claims to be Christian and Libertarian. Hm? Libertarian? I was a registered Libertarian many years ago. The reason I left the Libertarian party is because in a pure Libertarian society there would be very little government and maximum personal freedom. Freedom to do pretty much what ever you want to do.  The reason I'm not in favor of this philosophy (at least not at this time) is because society has too many predators.

Libertarianism would work great in a society free of predators. In such a society people would do whatever they wanted to do with little government interference. In such a society there would be no predators. People would respect the law of compensation. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You're entitled only to what you earn. If you think you got something for nothing, you will have to pay for it. Unfortunately there are many people in society who do not respect the law of compensation. They think they can get something for nothing. As long as we have people who think like this we will have predators. And as long as we have predators Libertarianism will not create its utopian ideal, it will create a society where the stronger will feed on the weaker.

An excellent example of why Libertarianism will not work in today's society is right there in Joey Gibson's camp. The White Supremacists.

As said in the local news, some of the same people holding torches at the Virginia rally are present here at the UC Berkeley rally. These white supremacists are predators who relish the idea of Libertarianism. A society free of government, a society where citizens can do whatever they wish with very little or no government interference. A libertarian society will become barbaric with predators still in it.

So, that's why I left the Libertarian camp and Joey Gibson is wrong.

His own t-shirt describes him. He serves no man. He's self-serving. That's a very predatory way of thinking.

Hot Chicks

These are some HOT chicks!

Cruising, Oakland style.

Chicks out cruising.

Another hottie.

The Mayra Look

I think she is a hot chick. She has the same T-shirt that Mayra is wearing in the Twin Peaks picture.

Here's another hot chick. She also has the Mayra look.

Mayra Ramirez

Here are some pictures of breezy Mayra.

It looks like the picture was taken on or near Twin Peaks in San Francisco. It's the hill where Sutro Tower stands.

Mayra is on the far left with the white T-shirt.

I do not know where this picture was taken. Mayra is in the middle. All three are dressed like cholas.

 This  is one of my favorite pics. Mayra is third from the left, in the rear. The picture looks like a scene from the forties.

There's That Wall Again

Sitting here listening to the news.

Trump is insisting that if there is no wall, there will be no deal regarding DACA.

Hm?

What exactly is going through Trump's head? He promised to bring jobs back to Amerika. What jobs was he talking about? Maybe he plans to employ people to build a wall. And later when he's out of office more people will be employed to demolish the wall. Then he can leave office saying he accomplished two of his promises. One, to build a wall, and two, to bring more jobs to Amerika.

Thunder! Awesome!

I have already heard thunder three times in about five minutes.

We have had a great heat wave for over a week already. Temperatures have been in the nineties to low hundreds. That's hot here in the Bay Area.

In fact, just yesterday a weather forecaster from a local news channel was telling us about the hurricanes occurring in Florida and Texas. Hmp! Republican states. I couldn't care less.

But anyway, the weather forecaster talked about how beautiful our weather had been.

And now look. I actually saw the lightening flash as I sit here typing this post.

I went to the dentist to have some teeth filled. It had been hot all day. As I walked out to my truck I noticed that a few sprinkles had fallen. WTF! All of a sudden?

Yep, it's been sprinkling on and off and now we actually have thunder and lightening. AWESOME!

The Plaza

Last night I had another one of those astral experiences of mine.

I was in a dream. I was downstairs in the basement. A woman opened the side door and three black armed guys walked in.

WTF! For a brief moment I worried. All three of them had rifles. Suddenly I became lucid, I became aware that I was in the astral. When I became aware that I was in the astral I did not worry much more about those three armed guys. Sure enough, those three guys didn't seem to take any notice of me.

I decided to go explore the astral world again. I walked through the side door and found myself outside. It was daytime and the day was sunny. I found myself in the front plaza of a large skyscraper. It was the downtown area of a city. All around me I saw many people. They seemed to be going through their usual routines.

I began to walk across the plaza and almost bumped onto a man who was also walking nearby. He was walking perpendicular to me, from my right. He didn't seem to notice me.

Shortly afterwards I lost my lucidity and found myself in a normal dream. The interesting thing is that in that normal dream I clearly remembered being lucid just a few moments earlier and I remember making a mental note to myself to remember to write down my experiences as soon as I woke up.

Breezy

Just surfing the net. Doing some research on a model who I find attractive.

Found a picture of her. She was standing nearby.

I know exactly where she is standing.

Trump Pardons Arpaio

A crime committed has to be compensated for. Arpaio broke a judicial order and was convicted. He was facing possible jail time and he would have had to wear his own pink underwear and also face many people who would have loved to get up close and personal with him.

Trump pardoned him. Now Trump has Arpaio's karma on his shoulders. Crakkker ass bitch!

Who else's karma do you want to take on your shoulders? Since Arpaio didn't pay you will have to pay. If not now, then later. If not in this life time, then in a future life time. But YOU will pay!

The piper always gets paid!

Trump, your ass better be large enough to accommodate the pipe that's coming to you.

Crissy Field

I've been listening to the news regarding the Patriot Prayer rally at Crissy Field in San Francisco. Security is expected to be very tight. Patriot Prayer ralliers will be escorted by police to and from Crissy Field. My opinion is, they need it!

Oh yes, the police may be escorting them to and from, and security may be tight, but the faces that are seen will not always have that police protection.

I Go To Work

There was a time not too long ago when I was on public transportation. I had no wheels.

I had to wake up really early to take the first bus, the BART train, and the second bus, just to report to the office. From the office I had to find my way to the actual job site, which sometimes meant more buses and/or BART trains.

I got up one morning. Washed up, got dressed, got my things together and headed to the kitchen to get my lunch. I then headed to the dining table where I placed my wallet, my keys, my switchblade, and my knuckles.

I stood there for a moment. After going through this daily routine for so long I finally saw something.

There on the table with my wallet and keys was my switchblade and knuckles. A switchblade and knuckles. Is that what I need to go to work? I thought to myself.

I grinned. Yeah, that's what I go to work with.

This showed me the situation I was in. I literally carried my switchblade and knuckles in my person just to get to work.

After this enlightening experience I came up with the idea of getting a T-shirt silk screened with a switchblade and knuckles. Above the image would be the words "I go to" and below the image the word "work." So it would read "I go to work," with a switchblade and knuckles.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzD18q0-Tq0&list=RDkzD18q0-Tq0
I go to work!

Do Not Pee Here

Yesterday morning I left my house at my usual time. On my way to my car I caught a black woman walking out from the side of our house.

"What are you doing here, you don't live here." I said.

"I'm just straightening out my dress." She said.

I took out my flashlight and headed in the direction from where she had come from. There on the ground I saw urine.

Damn!

"Oh, so that's what you were doing!" I said.

She rushed away and got into a dark blue SUV.

I jumped into my car and drove slowly by before the SUV drove away. The SUV had no plates. It had dark windows. Nearby, on the sidewalk I saw a group of about 4 guys. I could make out some blacks, an Asian, and another guy. They were all squatting down. It looked as if they were engaged in a game. We all saw one another as I drove by.

Damn! These fuck'n tweekers!

As soon as I could pull over I did so and called five-O. I reported the situation.

By time I returned later that day, the tweekers had already moved their operation a block away.

Quan Yin

I bought a Quan Yin statuette fifteen years ago. It was a very finely detailed figure.

During one of my many moves from one place to another she was accidentally damaged. I was so disappointed with her being damaged that I threw the statuette into the trash. She was no longer the perfect statuette that she had been.

After many years I finally got my new Quan Yin statuette again. She's not in the same posture but she is even more finely detailed than my previous Quan Yin.

The actual statuette is much finer than the picture shows.

Pink Underwear

A couple of days ago I read that former Miracopa County sheriff Joe Arpaio was convicted of Criminal Contempt for not obeying a court order to stop his officers from racially profiling Latinos. He continued to allow his officers to question Latinos regarding their resident/citizen status.  Now he's facing up to six months in jail.

Hoorah!

I hope that clown does at least a few days in jail. No doubt he'll end up in protected custody. There will be plenty of people who would enjoy getting up close and personal with Arpaio. He just might get a taste of his own medicine.

He was well known for having his inmates wear pink underwear.  If he gets sentenced to do jail time he'll be wearing his own pink underwear.

Source: http://www.latimes.com/nation/la-na-joe-arpaio-verdict-20170706-story.html
Source: http://www.azcentral.com/story/news/local/phoenix/2016/06/30/phoenix-joe-arpaio-unveil-new-inmate-uniforms-monday-maricopa-county/86567054/
Source: http://www.azcentral.com/story/ejmontini/2015/04/22/sheriff-joe-arpaio-judge-murray-snow-contempt-hearing/26181365/

Late

A couple of days ago I was feeling sleepy so I went to bed early.

I went into a deep sleep for a couple of hours. At one point I woke up. I didn't know what time it was. I looked over my shoulder towards the window and saw sunlight coming through.

WTF? I thought to myself. Is the sun already rising? I asked myself.

Bleary eyed I looked at my alarm clock, it looked like it said 5:57 am.

I panicked immediately. I thought I had overslept! I jumped out of bed in complete panic mode.

I grabbed my pants and was putting them on when I thought I heard the voices of children outside.

That was strange, no children play at this time of the morning in my neighborhood.

I put my reading glasses on and looked at the alarm clock again. It was NINE-FIFTY-SEVEN PM. I wasn't late! I still had six more hours to sleep!

I was so fuck'n relieved!

I melted back into bed.

Paper Pusher!

Sitting here watching the news. Another story regarding dumb-a-saurus Trump came on. He attacked a news reporter with two of his childish tweets.

Jeezus! This idiot is a true dumb-ass! He does not conduct himself like a president! Some reasonable people from his own party criticized him and lo-and-behold, Principle White House Press Secretary, Sarah Huckabee Sanders jumps to his defense and says that "they (the voters) elected a fighter, blah, blah, blah..."

WTF!!! That ass-hole is not a fighter! He's a paper pusher! All he has ever done in his life is sign and push paper around! I would like for her to quote ONE time in which this dumb-ass actually got into a fist fight!

He's not a fighter, he's a paper pusher, and an insecure, immature, scum-bag at that!

 Yes you are, COWARD!

Mexico is Second Deadliest Country

WTF, is this all that Chump has to say? Right, right, right.

Here are the statistics.

CNN reports that Mexico had 23,000 drug related murders.

Syria, a war torn country had 50,000 war related deaths.

But what punk Trump doesn't announce is that the United States (his Amerikkka) had 15,696 murders!

Jeezus fuk'n Christ! For a supposedly world leader, the United States had FIFTEEN THOUSAND, SIX HUNDRED NINETY SIX MURDERS!!!!!!!

Oh yes, it's only a matter of time and the United States will join third tier countries and have 100,000 murders in a single day!

If Trump rules, the United States will surpass Syria in total yearly deaths.

You stupid fuck! Get your head out of your ass!!!!!!



http://www.cnn.com/2017/05/09/americas/mexico-second-deadliest-conflict-2016/index.html

https://www.fbi.gov/news/stories/latest-crime-statistics-released

http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2017/01/the-u-s-murder-rate-likely-increased-again-in-2016.html

Thank You (stupid) Trump

Dumb-ass, the United States is now a second tier country! What happened to your promise to "Make America Great Again"?  You dumb-ass! It is now a second tier country!!!!!

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2017-06-21/america-is-now-a-second-tier-country

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/post-nation/wp/2017/06/22/rising-intolerance-makes-the-united-states-a-second-tier-country-new-study-finds/?utm_term=.0a952ee33f90

http://www.realclearlife.com/politics/united-states-officially-second-tier-nation/

TRUMP! YOU STUPID FUCK!!!!!!

Menacing Voices

Last night I lay in bed and worked quite a bit at entering the astral plane. After considerable effort I succeeded. At one point I left the room I was in and turned left at the door. I found myself in a dingy somewhat dark room. The floor and all the walls were concrete. There was no furniture anywhere in sight and there was nothing on the walls. I heard some voices so I turned around cautious to not let myself be caught from behind. But there was no one there.

Suddenly I heard the voices of several people. They sounded like the criminals I sometimes see in my neighborhood. I spun completely around in case they were behind me but I didn't see anyone, yet I could hear the voices loud and clear. This unnerved me quite a bit. I was worried about being caught off guard.

Then it dawned on me that maybe the voices I was hearing were coming from the physical plane. Just like we sometimes pick up voices and noises from the physical plane and we incorporate them into our dreams. I immediately made the effort to return to the physical and I immediately woke up. But as soon as I was awake in the physical, the loud hooting and hollering voices I had heard stopped. It was still night time and my room was very quiet and tranquil. Those menacing voices I heard were definitely from the astral plane.

I remembered the mantra for protection and I immediately began to chant it mentally.

"Klim Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijana Vallabhaya Swaha,
Klim Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijana Vallabhaya Swaha..."

The Black Magician

Anyone who has been reading this blog for the last few months has already figured out that I'm not a big fan of Donald Trump. In fact, I can't stand that PUNK being in office.

Just the other day I was reading a book regarding the Great White Brotherhood. The TRUE Great White Brotherhood. Not the fake ass, white supremacist, wannabe brotherhoods, to which chump Trump belongs to.

I read a passage that described the difference between white magicians and black magicians. It explicitly said that we will know them by their works. We will know them by their fruits.

Here is the yardstick by which they can be measured:

HIGHER END, THE WHITE MAGICIAN
He or she who, by thought, feeling, word or action, frees, lifts, unites and progresses individuals, groups, nations, races or creeds does the work of God, of Christ, of “light”. He or she is the  White Magician or His agent.

LOWER END, THE BLACK MAGICIAN
He or she who, by thought, feeling, word or action, imprisons, lowers, separates and retards individuals, groups, nations, races or creeds does the work of Satan, of the Anti-Christ, of “darkness”.

Now, when I apply that yardstick to Trump I can clearly see that his motives, his agendas, executive orders, etc., have the end result which is to imprison, to lower, to separate, to retard; groups and nations, and races, and creeds.

Therefore I conclude he is a black magician!

Awesome philosophy obtained from: The Secret Great White Brotherhood, by Russ Michael