Sheri and Tedd Owlies
If Sheri and Tedd Were Owls…sometimes…
Sheri said that somehow, this reminded her of herself and Tedd. Guess which one Sheri would be…
…who…
…is who, who?…
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…who…
…is who, who?…
Pigeonholing God’s Saints
God Does NOT Pigeonhole His Saints
I have felt the drawing. I have felt the calling. God has called on me for years and I have struggled and fought with God for years because “Tedd knows what is better for Tedd than God does,” or so “Tedd” had seemed to think that for years, until I gave in to God’s calling, his drawing. I know that it has taken a good toll on me, my resistance, my lifetime of resistance, but now that I have given in to God’s drawing, His calling, my life is much better, even though the mental and physical damage is already there and can never be undone. Well, I guess when they invent time travel, it could be undone! LOL!!! But because I have God’s presence in my life now, everything and anything is bearable. I have a loving and trusting relationship with God, one based upon Complete Love and Complete Trust.
…the drawing…
There can be Only ONE!
My story is not uncommon, or unique, or special. I have known, personally known over 30 preachers, pastors, ministers, whatever you want to call a “Man of God” (“Man” meaning mankind or person, so that includes women) in my lifetime. The common thread is that they too feel the calling, they feel the drawing from God, but they are not sure what that drawing is, at least they try to pretend or fool themselves into believing that they do not know what God wants them to do, but they really DO know what God is calling upon them to do. Then they deny that drawing because they are afraid, because it is TOO BIG, TOO MUCH for them to handle, to understand, to take on, and it is NOT what they had planned for their lives. God is asking them to shed everything and follow him down an uncertain, foggy path, when they already had clear plans laid out for their lives and that is a huge decision to make, and a scary decision to make; it is a leap of faith.
Many, like me, fight the drawing – that’s The Holy Spirit tugging at your shirt sleeve trying to get your attention – for varying lengths of time, going through ups and downs, usually living in a state of spiritual confusion, almost a type of self-inflicted Purgatory, if you would. For me, I know that I delved deeper and deeper into The Word, and I studied all other major religions, and I was like a virus, weaving my way throughout all the scriptures learning more and more, but still a virus, still sick inside. Everything I studied in the various worlds’ religions had common threads leading me back to God, always to God. And in the end the only way to obtain relief, to kill the virus, the sickness, was to accept The Holy Spirit, allow it to fill me up completely and accept God’s calling. There’s an old timey hymn and part of the chorus is, “he’s calling for you…he’s calling for me…”
When a Preacher decides to follow God’s calling, His drawing, it is the biggest decision that She will ever make in Her entire life. Gone are all the hopes and dreams and plans that She made for Her life, all Her fantasies about shopping for the right pair of shoes to match Her business suit for that high-paying job with the corner window office. Now She will spend Her days visiting sick parishioners while She’s wearing comfortable shoes because She’s on Her feet all day long. She won’t be living in the 3 million dollar house on the hill overlooking the ocean, because a Preacher doesn’t make that kind of money! However, She will receive the hugs and kisses from countless multitudes of people that She has counseled in their darkest hour; She will receive limitless blessings from talking to people on the phone that are at their rock bottom, and perhaps some are even ready to end it and She had talked them back from the edge of death; She will share in the happiest moments of new couples lives as She performs marriage ceremonies or baptizes babies. Best of all, She will receive The Holy Spirit of God each Sunday as She preaches and spreads The Word of God to those who would listen.
I am, by no means, not an expert nor do I have some special power, but I have 40 years of going to church under my belt. Growing up, I went to church Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night and every 2 months or so, we would have a week-long “revival” where we would go to church EVERY NIGHT and then spend ALL DAY on Saturday and ALL DAY on Sunday at church. I have heard, in person, easily 50 different pastors preach full sermons, and it’s probably more than fifty! I have sat in church and not a peep was heard and I felt nothing. I have sat in church and “Amen” and/or “Praise God” and/or hands were in the air, or the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up and I’ve felt electricity run down my spine, and I’ve also been in sermons where I’ve felt The Spirit so strong that I almost jumped up out of my pew because I was so electrified and crying from feeling The Holy Spirit!
Time for church…
Ding! Ding! Time for church…again!
So you can place me in the category of someone who actually “feels” The Holy Spirit. To me, when I feel The Holy Spirit, it feels like electricity running up my spine and all the hair LITERALLY stands up on my arms and the back of my neck. The stronger I feel The Spirit, the more electrified I feel, the more the hairs stand up and then I start to cry uncontrollably, but they are happy tears and throughout this ENTIRE process, my heart is just filled with overwhelming love, just like the love I feel for Sheri, well almost; it’s very, very similar to the love I feel for Sheri.
The Holy Spirit Fills Me…
AAAHHH! I’m being electricuted!!! Turn off the power!!!
Given that I feel The Holy Spirit, when I sit in church and I hear a Preacher giving the sermon, I either feel The Holy Spirit or I do not feel The Holy Spirit. If I feel The Holy Spirit then I call that a good service. If I don’t, then I would call that a boring service. If I feel The Holy Spirit consistently from the SAME Preacher, then that Preacher is touched by God; that Preacher is Holy; that Preacher is following God’s Word; that Preacher is filled with The Holy Spirit; that Preacher is a Saint among mankind. You don’t have to do some kind of great miracle to be a saint in this day and age. If you make a positive difference in your community via The Holy Spirit, by following and obeying The Holy Spirit, by doing God’s Work, by spreading God’s Word faithfully via The Holy Spirit by giving yourself over to God and letting your words be His Words when you Preach, then you are a Saint.
There are fewer and fewer Saint’s among us these days because fewer and fewer people are willing to be selfless. That is what it takes to become a Saint. You feel the drawing, the calling by God to become a preacher. You listen to God’s calling and you adhere to that calling; you obey, fully, selflessly. You devote your life, entirely to the work of God, to fulfilling God’s work, to listening to The Holy Spirit and giving of yourself totally over unto God’s hands to do with as God would have. That is a Saint. And you know how you can tell? You sit in a pew and you listen to them preach on Sunday. That’s how. You listen to their words and if their words offend you, good because they are telling you to stop following the path of man and start following the path of The Word, to start following Jesus.
When She decided to listen to that calling, She made the biggest decision in Her life. Her life would never be the same. She chose the hard path, but the spiritually rewarding path, the right path. However, once She started down that road, She devoted Herself fully, She turned Herself fully over to God. She became a Saint for God. And God blessed Her doubly by sending The Holy Spirit to Her, to guide Her, to lead Her, to show Her the way, and to help Her spread His message, His Word to all those who would listen.
God blessed Her with an overabundance of The Holy Spirit so that She could preach His Word to ALL His people. God does not care that She is a woman. She has a powerful gift of speech. Her faith is strong and unwavering. She has given Herself fully unto God. God would not waste the gifts He blessed Her with only to pigeonhole Her into the role of a babysitter just because She is a woman. God has not blessed Her with the gift of eloquent speech and filled Her with an overabundance of The Holy Spirit, just so She can go and sing, “so the bible tells me so” to small children who still pick their noses and have no actual, tangible concept of God, let alone possess the capacity to grasp the ideas and concepts she is capable of wielding to convey God’s Word. Far too often have I seen Men of the Pulpit take their fellow, equal, often more in touch with God, Saintly Women of the Pulpit, and pigeonhole them into the chauvinistic, “classical female role” of childrearer, instead of giving them the respect they deserve, instead of giving them their rightful place behind the Pulpit! God is smart and not a chauvinistic pig, so why do so many male Preachers question God and outright DEFY Him?
Dear Lord, please help stubborn male pastors to open their eyes to the extraordinary talents women possess.
Amen.
I’m so pissed off at Male Chauvinist Pigs!!!
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Feeling Powerless?
Whenever
you feel Powerless…
…just remember that a single one of your turds
could shut down an entire water park.
Some people are born to Please God by…
Some people are born to Please God by furthering His human race by having children, and some people are born to Please God and are here to offer Praises unto Him. Sing and Make a Joyful Noise Unto the Lord!!!
Some days you feel like a nut and…
Some days you feel like a nut, and some days you feel like the crusty skin on the nut.
I hate emotional days
Emotional Days
Multiple Sclerosis, Unknown Neurological Disorder, Epilepsy Seizure Disorder, Schizophrenia,
Narcolepsy Sleep Disorder, Multiple Severely Bulging Discs, Hot Flashes, Cold Flashes,
and Sudden Fits of Crying, Deep Sadness, Inability to Control One’s Emotions.
Narcolepsy Sleep Disorder, Multiple Severely Bulging Discs, Hot Flashes, Cold Flashes,
and Sudden Fits of Crying, Deep Sadness, Inability to Control One’s Emotions.
GOD, I HATE THE EMOTIONAL DAYS!
I woke up this morning, with my new CPAP, just delivered yesterday, and I feel like
I’ve had a tiny bit of rest, but still exhausted, mostly psychological because,
well, I have a new CPAP. Isn’t that what getting a new CPAP is supposed to do, make
you feel more rested? Psychosomatic response me thinks, sadly, not wanting to think,
but knowing, feeling the exhaustion in my muscles, the heavy, weighty drag of every
movement, like time has slowed. Even the thought of taking a shower and the energy
it takes to wash my hair is dreadful. Can’t I just go like a greasy-haired homeless
man? No! Sheri will not have any of that! So I lift repeatedly lift each leg, lumbering
into the shower, like the march of prisoners to death row to face the grueling task
that awaits, the painful, long, drawn-out, thorough, arduous washing of the mop,
also known as my hair.
I’ve had a tiny bit of rest, but still exhausted, mostly psychological because,
well, I have a new CPAP. Isn’t that what getting a new CPAP is supposed to do, make
you feel more rested? Psychosomatic response me thinks, sadly, not wanting to think,
but knowing, feeling the exhaustion in my muscles, the heavy, weighty drag of every
movement, like time has slowed. Even the thought of taking a shower and the energy
it takes to wash my hair is dreadful. Can’t I just go like a greasy-haired homeless
man? No! Sheri will not have any of that! So I lift repeatedly lift each leg, lumbering
into the shower, like the march of prisoners to death row to face the grueling task
that awaits, the painful, long, drawn-out, thorough, arduous washing of the mop,
also known as my hair.
I am drained, in a haze, a fog, not really aware that I have finished my shower
and not even remembering how I got from the shower into the living room, but the
ordeal is over. Now it is time to get out this mornings and this evenings set of
medication to take. My God, who on earth should have to take these many pills just
to not suffer so much? My previous evening pills have already begun to wear off,
so my head and neck are already itching as I reach for the Atarax, my shoulder already
is beginning to feel like it’s being drawn and quartered as I reach for the Neurontin.
I have a pang of fear of what might be and a flash of past memories of what has
been as I reach for my many anti-seizure meds and I say a little prayer, begging
God, “not today God, please Lord, don’t let me have any seizures today, at least
not any big ones.” This dance continues for what seems like an eternity, this dance
of wild swings to and fro from of my saviors, my pills that help some at least,
at least sometimes they help, to the painful reality of the years of suffering,
the tears, of what has been lost, of what more will be lost, and of what will never
be, and naturally I perfunctorily fill up two bottles with pills, a morning bottle
and an evening bottle.
and not even remembering how I got from the shower into the living room, but the
ordeal is over. Now it is time to get out this mornings and this evenings set of
medication to take. My God, who on earth should have to take these many pills just
to not suffer so much? My previous evening pills have already begun to wear off,
so my head and neck are already itching as I reach for the Atarax, my shoulder already
is beginning to feel like it’s being drawn and quartered as I reach for the Neurontin.
I have a pang of fear of what might be and a flash of past memories of what has
been as I reach for my many anti-seizure meds and I say a little prayer, begging
God, “not today God, please Lord, don’t let me have any seizures today, at least
not any big ones.” This dance continues for what seems like an eternity, this dance
of wild swings to and fro from of my saviors, my pills that help some at least,
at least sometimes they help, to the painful reality of the years of suffering,
the tears, of what has been lost, of what more will be lost, and of what will never
be, and naturally I perfunctorily fill up two bottles with pills, a morning bottle
and an evening bottle.
I take my morning bottle of pills with me into the quiet, lonely, cold, dark living
room and wake the birdies, our two pet birds, Virge and Goober. I don’t care much
for food these days, not really. There are only a few things that I really care
to eat so I eat to stay alive and to keep Sheri off my back. Mostly I live on granola
bars, flavored water, and soda, mostly…mostly they come out at night, mostly. I
do have to eat something with substance when I take a mountain of pills though,
or else my system rejects that many chemicals and throws them up. This is one of
the very, very few times that my body is physically capable of actually throwing
up.
room and wake the birdies, our two pet birds, Virge and Goober. I don’t care much
for food these days, not really. There are only a few things that I really care
to eat so I eat to stay alive and to keep Sheri off my back. Mostly I live on granola
bars, flavored water, and soda, mostly…mostly they come out at night, mostly. I
do have to eat something with substance when I take a mountain of pills though,
or else my system rejects that many chemicals and throws them up. This is one of
the very, very few times that my body is physically capable of actually throwing
up.
Back in my youth, my Army Partying Days, I could outdrink anyone. I would drink
a 1.75ltr of Vodka and THEN we’d go out partying for the night and I would NEVER
throw up. I’ve actually had alcohol poisoning 3 times in my life, the last one almost
killed me; the last one finally taught me the lesson I needed to learn. Apparently
being able to drink MASSIVE amounts of alcohol and NOT having the ability to throw
up is a VERY BAD combination which is not conducive for living! LOL!!! 🙂
So I eat a hotdog and I take my pills and then I stand in the living room and I
begin to weep uncontrollably. For no particular reason can I discern as to why I
should be so filled with such sorrow and yet, there I stand, shaking, tears flowing
freely down my chubby cheeks, the sadness of the world heaped upon my shoulders,
upon my heart, and I weep tears of sorrow, uncontrollable, heartfelt, mournful tears
of sorrow. I feel as though I am crying for all the pain and sorrow for all the
peoples for all the earth all at once and it is overwhelming, crushing, unbearable,
and I cry to God for help, for it to stop, but stop it does not. God does not intervene
for it is my turn to weep; it is Tedd’s time to shed a few tears for the sorrows
of mankind and feel the hefty weight and burden of the earth’s deepened sadness,
just my portion, and just for a few moments, and then it passes.
begin to weep uncontrollably. For no particular reason can I discern as to why I
should be so filled with such sorrow and yet, there I stand, shaking, tears flowing
freely down my chubby cheeks, the sadness of the world heaped upon my shoulders,
upon my heart, and I weep tears of sorrow, uncontrollable, heartfelt, mournful tears
of sorrow. I feel as though I am crying for all the pain and sorrow for all the
peoples for all the earth all at once and it is overwhelming, crushing, unbearable,
and I cry to God for help, for it to stop, but stop it does not. God does not intervene
for it is my turn to weep; it is Tedd’s time to shed a few tears for the sorrows
of mankind and feel the hefty weight and burden of the earth’s deepened sadness,
just my portion, and just for a few moments, and then it passes.
Again I am drained. Empty. A hollowed husk of a man that used to be Tedd but has been
emptied of all its contents and is now just an empty shell with a label on its forehead
called, “Tedd.” I collapse into my chair. Slowly, gradually, a gentle warmth rejuvenates
me, livens me, makes me whole again. Suddenly, perhaps not even before I am fully
lucid, a wave of cold chills wraps down my spine and spreads across my skin like
an amoeba moving through water. My temperature drops and I am flooded with waves
of depression and lethargy. So not only do my muscles feel like they weigh 10 times
their actual weight, with each movement an act of raw, brutal strength, but now
I have lost the will to move, the will to even breath. My chest feels heavy, breathing
is labored, and even the beating of my heart slows, as if hypothermia is setting
in, but I do not care. Whatever. Nothing matters. What’s the point in it all anyway?
I just wish I would die and all this pain and suffering would end.
emptied of all its contents and is now just an empty shell with a label on its forehead
called, “Tedd.” I collapse into my chair. Slowly, gradually, a gentle warmth rejuvenates
me, livens me, makes me whole again. Suddenly, perhaps not even before I am fully
lucid, a wave of cold chills wraps down my spine and spreads across my skin like
an amoeba moving through water. My temperature drops and I am flooded with waves
of depression and lethargy. So not only do my muscles feel like they weigh 10 times
their actual weight, with each movement an act of raw, brutal strength, but now
I have lost the will to move, the will to even breath. My chest feels heavy, breathing
is labored, and even the beating of my heart slows, as if hypothermia is setting
in, but I do not care. Whatever. Nothing matters. What’s the point in it all anyway?
I just wish I would die and all this pain and suffering would end.
Time crawls like a sloth slowly lumbering its way along a branch, gradual, in no
particular hurry, with no particular purpose really. Then the cold sweats strike
without warning. But were they really without warning? No, they weren’t really without
warning because we all know by now that when there’s a cold temperature drop, it’s
followed by cold sweats, then the horrific, panicked hot flash. Sticky, cold, like
the flesh of the dead is how my skin becomes as the cold sweats permeate my entire
body. I begin to shiver. I begin to shake. But I am not rocking and rolling, unfortunately.
The need to get out, to escape, to free myself from what I don’t know sets in. The
hot flash is coming soon.
particular hurry, with no particular purpose really. Then the cold sweats strike
without warning. But were they really without warning? No, they weren’t really without
warning because we all know by now that when there’s a cold temperature drop, it’s
followed by cold sweats, then the horrific, panicked hot flash. Sticky, cold, like
the flesh of the dead is how my skin becomes as the cold sweats permeate my entire
body. I begin to shiver. I begin to shake. But I am not rocking and rolling, unfortunately.
The need to get out, to escape, to free myself from what I don’t know sets in. The
hot flash is coming soon.
I would like to say, without warning, or out of nowhere, but I know you, yes I know
you Mr. Hot Flash oh so well as to not be recognizable when I see you approaching!
No, you cannot sneak up on me! The hot flash starts slowly, then erupts rather quickly
into a full-blown, all-out, mother-of-all hot flashes. My skin is ice cold, I’m
covered in cold sweat, then my temperature suddenly goes through the roof and my
skin turns beet red, my mind races in confusion, I am overwhelmed with a sensation
of confinement. I feel confused, upset, frustrated, flustered, but most of all,
I have a massive need to get away, to get out, to run, to escape, but the need is
to escape from my own skin, my own body. That makes no sense, but in a monolithic
hot flash, isn’t that what everyone is supposed to do, escape from their own skin
because they are burning up? My mind races in confusion, my eyes glass over and
I can’t focus on any one thing for more than a few seconds and my emotions fluctuate
like the needle on an EKG machine, bouncing all over the place. For one second I
am angry, one second I am laughing hysterically, one second I am paranoid, one second
I am crying, one second I feel overwhelming love, one second I feel overwhelming
sadness, and for one second I feel nothing but emptiness as if there is no Tedd
left at all inside me. And I am scared. And I am upset. And I really am angry at
the situation as it does tire me out and leave me an emotional wreck. I have no
control. I am unable to stop it, unable to control it, unable to do anything but
be helpless and trapped in my own body.
you Mr. Hot Flash oh so well as to not be recognizable when I see you approaching!
No, you cannot sneak up on me! The hot flash starts slowly, then erupts rather quickly
into a full-blown, all-out, mother-of-all hot flashes. My skin is ice cold, I’m
covered in cold sweat, then my temperature suddenly goes through the roof and my
skin turns beet red, my mind races in confusion, I am overwhelmed with a sensation
of confinement. I feel confused, upset, frustrated, flustered, but most of all,
I have a massive need to get away, to get out, to run, to escape, but the need is
to escape from my own skin, my own body. That makes no sense, but in a monolithic
hot flash, isn’t that what everyone is supposed to do, escape from their own skin
because they are burning up? My mind races in confusion, my eyes glass over and
I can’t focus on any one thing for more than a few seconds and my emotions fluctuate
like the needle on an EKG machine, bouncing all over the place. For one second I
am angry, one second I am laughing hysterically, one second I am paranoid, one second
I am crying, one second I feel overwhelming love, one second I feel overwhelming
sadness, and for one second I feel nothing but emptiness as if there is no Tedd
left at all inside me. And I am scared. And I am upset. And I really am angry at
the situation as it does tire me out and leave me an emotional wreck. I have no
control. I am unable to stop it, unable to control it, unable to do anything but
be helpless and trapped in my own body.
God how I hate these emotional days! Thank God that not every day is an “Emotional
Day” and only every once in a while do I have these. Sometimes I think that my brain
stores up emotions in some kind of emotional battery or resistor and every so often
it just needs to discharge. I can tell you that Sheri sure does hate these days
too, especially the crabby days! LOL!!!
Day” and only every once in a while do I have these. Sometimes I think that my brain
stores up emotions in some kind of emotional battery or resistor and every so often
it just needs to discharge. I can tell you that Sheri sure does hate these days
too, especially the crabby days! LOL!!!
I am thankful to God for emotional days though. I am still capable of feeling all
the normal range of human emotions. I still empathize, love, laugh, cry, and mourn
and am not that empty shell at the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. No, that’s
when my time will come and I will be ready to move on to the next life because there
will be nothing left in this life. All we really have is our emotions after all.
We should treasure them and hold them dear.
the normal range of human emotions. I still empathize, love, laugh, cry, and mourn
and am not that empty shell at the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. No, that’s
when my time will come and I will be ready to move on to the next life because there
will be nothing left in this life. All we really have is our emotions after all.
We should treasure them and hold them dear.
Dear Heavenly Father, Most Gracious, Most Merciful, Most Forgiving
I humble myself before you in worship of your Holiness and Greatness and Wonderment
I thank you for giving me the strength to bear the weight of my Emotional Days
I thank you for the Wondrous, Blessed Gift of Emotions that you have bestowed upon
your children
your children
Without emotions, there would be no love, no sense of loss without sense of beloved
value, no friendships
value, no friendships
I thank you Dear Lord, God of all Creation for love and laughter and joy, the feel
of the sun on your skin on a warm day
of the sun on your skin on a warm day
I thank you Almighty God for all the blessings you have bestowed upon us
I pray Dear God that you would lead and guide and show us the way, be with us daily
in our walk of life, always present in the forefront of our minds and hearts Dear
Lord
in our walk of life, always present in the forefront of our minds and hearts Dear
Lord
For it is in the Name of The One True God that I do pray and ask these things
Amen.
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The Zone is Eating The Sky
The Zone is Eating The Sky
When I get overheated, I go into,“The Zone.”
When I’m stuck in a stuffy room, I go into, “The Zone.”
When I get confused, or flustered, or suffer brain-overload, I go into, “The Zone.”
When my stress levels grow beyond the critical breaking point, I go into, “The Zone.”
When I’m stuck in a stuffy room, I go into, “The Zone.”
When I get confused, or flustered, or suffer brain-overload, I go into, “The Zone.”
When my stress levels grow beyond the critical breaking point, I go into, “The Zone.”
What is “The Zone?” Medically speaking, it is a period of, “slow brain wave activity.”
Huh? Well, that’s when Tedd’s eyes get all glassy; he gets stupid and can’t understand
anything, even simple concepts, can’t understand simple speech and cannot speak
clearly himself, is unable to use the correct words or even knows what words to
use. It can be pretty damn funny sometimes! …and pretty damn frustrating at other
times, especially for Sheri!
Huh? Well, that’s when Tedd’s eyes get all glassy; he gets stupid and can’t understand
anything, even simple concepts, can’t understand simple speech and cannot speak
clearly himself, is unable to use the correct words or even knows what words to
use. It can be pretty damn funny sometimes! …and pretty damn frustrating at other
times, especially for Sheri!
What is The Zone? The Zone is like you are whacked out of your mind on some kind
of mind-altering drug! I have no need for drugs. That’s been something that I’ve
joked to my friends about for years. If I wanted to buy drugs, I would no longer
have to because my brain makes drugs for me for free! LOL!!!
Everyone is just jealous 😉
of mind-altering drug! I have no need for drugs. That’s been something that I’ve
joked to my friends about for years. If I wanted to buy drugs, I would no longer
have to because my brain makes drugs for me for free! LOL!!!
Everyone is just jealous 😉
Sheri sent this in an email to me today and it appears that Mr. Owly is in The Zone
TOO! LOL!!! :o)
TOO! LOL!!! :o)
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No Cab Rides…
Sheri always has the right words to console me.
She simply sent me an email that said, “Psalm 91 is a good read.” Yeah, no Cab Rides today, and probably never will be any Cab Rides, but DAMN IT, I Freakin Hurt and I need to VENT and I want the pain to stop!
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The End Is Really HERE ? ? ?
The End Is REALLY HERE! Bring Out Your FREAKIN DEAD PEOPLE!!!
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/05/dead-birds-fall-from-sky-_n_804591.html
“Millions of dead fish surfaced in Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay in the U.S., Tuesday, while similar unexplained mass fish deaths occurred across the world in Brazil and New Zealand. On Wednesday, 50 birds were found dead on a street in Sweden. The news come after recent reports of mysterious massive bird and fish deaths days prior in Arkansas and Louisiana.
The Baltimore Sun reports that an estimated 2 million fish were found dead in the Chesapeake Bay, mostly adult spot with some juvenile croakers in the mix, as well. Maryland Department of the Environment spokesperson Dawn Stoltzfus says "cold-water stress" is believed to be the culprit. She told The Sun that similar large winter fish deaths were documented in 1976 and 1980.
ParanaOnline reports that 100 tons of sardines, croaker and catfish have washed up in Brazilian fishing towns since last Thursday. The cause of the deaths is unknown, with an imbalance in the environment, chemical pollution, or accidental release from a fishing boat all suggested by local officials.
In New Zealand, hundreds of dead snapper fish washed up on Coromandel Peninsula beaches, many found with their eyes missing, The New Zealand Herald reports. A Department of Conservation official allegedly claims the fish were starving due to weather conditions.”
OK, W T F ? ? ?
I have a couple theories. It’s kinda like assholes; everyone has one! LOL!!!
Let’s get “Old School Biblical” on this bad boy…The Sixth Seal was opened and there were a bunch of earthquakes. Well, in the past few years, there have a buttload of earthquakes and almost a million people have died, millions more injured, countless millions lost their jobs and made to suffer, billions of dollars lost which ultimately made people suffer due to economic impact…the Sun turned black…On August 1, 2010, an entire hemisphere of the sun erupted. NASA has no idea the impact on the solar system….the stars of heaven fell to earth…there’s a close earth asteroid headed straight for us and NASA Scientists “think” it’s going to miss us by less than 30 miles, hopefully, they “think”…The First Trumpet…the earth was burned up and all the green grass was burned up…well the entire planet’s temperature is rising and we are all in a serious drought and people are starving to death…The Second Trumpet…a great mountain ablaze…wasn’t there some strange volcano that erupted and covered the earth in ash and stopped all air traffic in Europe?…The Third Trumpet…Wormwood made the waters bitter…millions of fish ending up dead in the seas all over the world???
Now let’s go “Conspiracy Theory” on it…mwahahahahaha…Government Cover Up…there’s big money controlling the government and there’s been more poison leaked into the ocean and an accident into the atmosphere that the government is covering up so that Big Business wont suffer any losses in revenue and so that the government wont be forced to spend any more money on any “clean up projects”…Scalar Electromagnetic Weapons using Longitudinal Scalar Waves similar to the ones that the Soviet KGB created back in the 60’s and that the CIA has developed that extract energy from empty space and can possibly destroy the entire planet if not properly used or if they fall into the wrong hands, and OUR Government, I think the Secretary of Defense actually gave a speech on the threat of terrorism using these type of weapons and that we must take every effort to protect ourselves against them – that bill was not voted into law by Congress…Weather Modifying Weapons…For the 2008 Olympics, China had 30 airplanes, 4,000 rocket launchers, and 7,000 anti-aircraft guns to stop rain. Each system would shoot various chemicals into any threatening clouds to shrink rain drops before they reach the stadium – granted, that’s pretty low-tech, but have you ever heard of the Weather Mitigation Advisory and Research Board?…it was a second bill that was voted down, but many believe that Bush moved forward with it anyway so they could research weather control, for things such as hail cannons (all those birds look like they were pummeled with hail???)…or what about HAARP?… The High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program (HAARP) is an
“ionospheric research program jointly funded by the US Air Force, the US Navy, the University of Alaska and the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA). Its purpose is to analyze the ionosphere and investigate the potential for developing ionospheric enhancement technology for radio communications and surveillance purposes (such as missile detection). The HAARP program operates a major Arctic facility, known as the HAARP Research Station, on an Air Force owned site near Gakona, Alaska. The most prominent instrument at the HAARP Station is the Ionospheric Research Instrument (IRI), a high power radio frequency transmitter facility operating in the high frequency (HF) band. The IRI is used to temporarily excite a limited area of the ionosphere. Other instruments, such as a VHF and a UHF radar, a fluxgate magnetometer, a digisonde and an induction magnetometer, are used to study the physical processes that occur in the excited region”
…I’m not really sure about messing around with our ionosphere, a fundamental protective layer of our planet, but hey, that’s just me…
So, the way I see it…
THE END IS NEAR!!!
OR
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING!!!
OR
THEY ARE OUT TO GET ME MAN!!!
OR
SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE FISH!!!
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