A memory of talking with a dragon..

A Bookstore  “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”

Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore.  The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter.  Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.  

He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton.  He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.

What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that's an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.

He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.

Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.

With these three books, he went back to the entrance.  He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up.  The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”

The owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.  

The owl said, ” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?”  The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”

Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his MasterCard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take MasterCard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.

Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender's expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo. who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.

“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?”  Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”

Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time.  However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash.  He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”

Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”

Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious on what I might miss out on?”

Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more.  He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.

Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back.  To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”

Enter the Bacchus 

And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Bacchus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.

Ender had just gotten into the Bacchus. He worried that all you could eat bread would be out. He asked if there is any left. The cute waitress replied, “There’s plenty left.”

He opened the first book he got from the bookstore Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities, the title “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. After reading the first chapter about how a column in a mosque in Egypt had a way for it to hear the entire world and if asked brightly, you could listen into anyone or their thoughts, Ender exclaimed out loud, “It’s not real.”

The next bread and soup arrived by this time an old man came by. Ender knew him. Malcolm Storm. His great-great-grandfather used to own all of Bozeman and their old mansion now a frat house was on an enormous block with much of it looking like a park walked by.  Malcolm said, “So you have just seen the other bookstore?” Ender replied, “How did you know that?”

Malcolm laughed and sat down. He then went into a story about one of the many stories about him purchasing books from Mr. Whoo. It was quite a story.  

Ender asked, “How does one get back there?” And Malcolm with a wink says do not look, just do what you were doing when you found the bookstore for the first time. To which Ender thought for a while. He had just been wandering the streets of Bozeman, like Robert M. Pirsig had done thinking how much time and money he was wasting on non-practical ideas being thrown out to him and when questioned? The professors always seemed to take offense to their ideas being asked to be explained. That was why he was thinking of quitting the whole thing.

    He then noticed his book on maps. Claw the pirate, a piece of paper or map was hanging out. He reached for it and pulled it out the realm of the Bacchus sort of swirled away.  Somehow he was sitting on a bench in a forest near water and he could hear the most beautiful voices ever. He looked around and his pack with the eight books was there and three loaves of bread and his wine glass was there but to be anywhere in Bozeman? He had no clue where he was at?

A visit to the land under the sea

    Putting on his pack adding the loaves of bread and drinking the wine storing the glass in his pack the best he could he checked his shoes, socks, and found that he still had the service cloth napkin which he was thanking God for because he was out of Kleenex. After this preparation he left towards the singing.  To make sure he could find his way back? He walked in a straight line using stones, and twigs picking up other items every few feet so he could look back and see where he came from.

    What he thought was a river turned out to be a beach for a rather large lake or an inland sea for the water was not salty. The music or singing he finally found was a party.  Now, the singing was in some language Ender had never heard before and was wonderful.  There were women playing in the sea, and to see the other creatures dancing around Ender thought he had gotten stuck in some Mad Hatter story. For there was either the best custom party Ender had ever been or there was a real life goat boy, a girl who modesty made Ender think maybe he was in some sort of Mardi gras for she was dancing wildly with either nothing or very little on.  And the ladies in swimming? Ender wondered about the wine for surely they had fins tails and no legs. Maybe Disney's new theme park? 

    But, how? When a man walked by with a pitcher of? Well, Ender had no idea but somehow the glass that he for sure had in his pack was in his hand and now full of what was white wine.  Seeing others drinking it, Ender went with the flow.  

    After the first sip? Ender was sure he stood and watched a cloud for maybe two weeks. The clouds were there and the party went around him. However, time itself? He was sure he was just watching and not doing anything. And then? A person showed up he recognized.  At Bacchus the cafe the painting of the drinking deity was there and this? Well, this was almost an exact replica. Or Ender had ended up in the picture maybe? Who knows. All Ender knew was Bacchus was there and the Mermaids were somehow now transforming into some of the most beautiful women Ender had ever seen. 

    Ender had known some beautiful women. How? Being abnormal he was one of the few people that would make a person feel connected if they ever were given a chance to talk with him. And? He had listened to some of the wildest women and men in the world. His world at least. How? He wandered into places that people often were lonely. Why? He was usually looking for food. When he would sit down they would come up and tell him their stories. From Seals, to wild women, to murders, to drug users. He had survived two reservations and other places realities that many of his friends or people around him had not lived.

    So when Ender looked and realized the most beautiful women were there and the music was lovely and they were dancing he asked to join in. Now how? First he used his hands to indicate could or would they mind? At first there was a bit of a lag. Meaning Ender dancing moves was like syrup considered to the women and other creatures dancing around.

    Then a hush came over everyone. A lady and gentleman showed up.  A whisper and this time Ender could understand the words. Whatever the wine was allowing him to hear. It was high ole German. The word rae or king and queen finally reached Ender's ears as people were bowing to the two. 

    Just looking at the two Ender realized who they were. He had seen them in pictures of a book describing some Scottish pastor being kidnapped a long time ago. Ender bowed even though he felt no need. Ender was after all a citizen of the United States after all was he not?

    The king looked at Ender. And spoke. Now it was not really speaking, it was a dream or thought. Wildly. Ender felt the future and saw the king of fae and Ender drinking under a mountain watching a cloud for two weeks. And the complete story.  Then?

    The Mermaids started to pair off with faes and other creatures until there was a cute one dancing alone with Ender. They danced until? Who knows it might have been one day or months. For Ender the whole experience was like a dream. Her smile was pushing the boundaries of scary for Ender. For watching the rest he could see the shameful acts going around him and wondering where all this would end up.

    Finally, Bacchus came by with the King of fae again and a third man or Merman for his beauty was truthfully like those of ladies. The Merman then said something and magically the Claw the pirate map book was in his hand.  The three sort of stared and looked at Ender for a moment and then laughter which was so wild that if Ender was not normal he was sure madness would have occurred. 

    Then the conversation happened and the next thing Ender recalled that everyone and everything was under the sea. Seems like a glass fish bowl wherever the sea was at.

    Ender looking down found looking down that he had fins now and was moving with the lady who had been dancing still and her smile was that of something else. Something that showed such pleasure he was a bit worried about what had happened. She came up and said only one word “Rico”. 

    With that word Ender found himself back on the bench where he had first entered this reality. His pack was still there checking all the books still there. The wine glass now had changed into a goblet of some metal.  Wondering what to do he checked for the cloth for a napkin because a Kleenx is one of the most important things on any adventure.  Sure it was there along with something else a new map.  Was it from the Clae the pirate book?  Ender was not sure. However, looking at it he found that the bench was the entry point to what looked like a path to a sea and a city under the sea. 

A path to wonderland? Or is Alice gone mad?

Ender sitting on the bench realizes now that it is some place else. A blonde lady is sitting next to him. He looks at his pack and all the books are still there. He introduces himself. She replies with her name. She said, “My name is Alice.” Ender introduction was more in line with his latest adventure. “Ender Talon, traveling explorer.” He said.

She talks a bit. And Ender realizes that this lady is talking about dancing with Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Now for those in the know. This made the bench rather interesting. Ender looked around and down the path he took to the sea. The line of stones leading to and from the bench were not or gone.

Alice was talking about her time with Mr. Dodgson as if it was yesterday, but her dress was as if in the 1990s. Making this entire conversation wonderfully delightful. Ender asked, “So, how is the Queen of Hearts?” Alice just smiled as if that was a dream and looked bored for sometime not speaking. Like she was in a trance dreaming about some place or someone else.

Ender wondered, so he took out his book he purchased lately and looked through the maps, finding the one with Wonderland scribbled on top. Sure enough, there was a path now showing from the bench to a way was it a tree or a hole under a tree?

Ender looked at Alice, she looked bored or her trance was taking places and making her think. Ender, thinking along reality time wise, recalled that it was 120 years since the publication of by Lewis Carroll and that he passed a long time ago in the 1880s. But this Alice sure seemed to think she was dreaming about dancing with him right now.

Ender snapped his fingers. But this did nothing to Alice, so he thought for a moment. Before setting out down the path shown on the map to the tree. Being rather uncertain again of reality, he placed every few feet on a stone or stick so he could see a path back to the bench. Not wanting to get lost.

Ender reached the tree in about a half hour and 20 small stops along the way to make sure that he could see his path back to the bench. Looking around, he saw a White Rabbit hopping around exclaiming, “Oh, dear, oh dear!” And then hopping down the hole.

Not wanting to be lost forever. Ender took a more careful approach to the hole. Looking around, he found some branches that seemed to have were cut recently and built a sort of long pole, which with some string that he had in his pack he felt comfortable enough that it could hold his weight. Pushing it down the hole, he found that it never reached the bottom.  This made Ender think before doing anything else. He tried to remember all the stores. First there was water, and or was there a room? Ender memory of the complete story was a sort of jumbled at that moment.

Rethinking his plan, he saw if he could do anything else besides lose his pole that he had put down the hole. Holding on to it he began reaching for hand holds which did nothing it seemed. And just then he heard a lady’s voice from behind him and turning he was face to face with Alice. Who just pushed him right into the hole.

He felt but could hold on to his pack, and the pole and in time found that he could slow his descent by brushing the pole width wise against the outer edges of the tunnel or hole’s edges.  This slowed him down. However, midway down Alice passed him. She was free falling with her voice singing some sort of song.  Alice singing, “It’s a very happy unbirthday to me?” 

Ender kept his slower passing of time by using his pole against the edges of the hole and sort of spreading his jacket out like a flying squirrel just to ensure he did not hit hard.

It did not matter.  Why? Well, instead of a dry bottom fallen into, he was met with water coming in through a tiny door. In a tremendous splash he groped for anything to float finding a table and on it was Alice eating something or was she drinking something and shrinking and she handed him something with a brush of a kiss and Ender himself shrank along with Alice and the table.

The two of them along with the table were a sort of washed into the doorway that somehow either had grown larger or their shrinking had been much more than Ender realized, and into an open ocean they all were being moved.

Ender realized that the bottle that he had drank from was bigger than himself and Alice, so they both got into it and using his water proof jacket as a top secured a sort of mode of transportation.  Now during this entire time. Alice just kept on singing, “I wish you a very happy unbirthday to me?”

This was some adventure that Ender was not counted on. Being down a rabbit hole in the middle of an ocean this time because tasting the water was salty was not his grand idea of an adventure. At least he remembered to dry off and used a cloth to dry Alice off to who just kept on singing that “I wish you a very happy unbirthday song.”

Now, Ender had not said a word during this entire part of the adventure and watching Alice. He realized she was entranced with the idea of some Mad Hatter’s unbirthday party or nuts. In either case, he was in a pickle as far as he could see.

At least his waterproof pack held all the books he had been with, three loaves of bread and Alice stuck in a bottle in the ocean. Ender laughed thinking what an adventure.

Meeting the Shadow boy or becoming a pirate?

Ender laughter brought about a change in him. He sat down, opened his pack and found the goblet and three loaves of bread from the Bacchus. Wondering what to drink with the wish for wine. The goblet immediately filled his wish for wine. He broke bread and shared some with Alice, who seemed to have stopped singing and was now just entranced in a glass bottle with him.

Drinking a little Ender talked with Alice about their adventure. She laughed when she heard she had pushed him into the rabbit hole. A most beautiful laugh. Upon finishing the sound of that laughter, a tapping from outside the bottle came to their ears.

Looking around, Ender recognized a pixie from Bacchus’ wild party. Not this pixie, but that she was a pixie. And? She dressed like a pirate of all customs. Which made him even laugh.

She tried to pull the bottle out of the ocean, but to no avail. She then whistled. And from above, a dark shadow came flying down from not far away. Dressed as a pirate, too. The shadow somehow had physical substance and picked the bottle up and flew back to what was a ship? Not a vast ship, but a ship with the skull and crossbones flag flying atop it.

The shadow pulled the jacket off the top of the bottle and dumped Alice and Ender onto a table. Surrounded by? Well, a bear dressed like a cook, a squirrel that seemed to be more or less either a cabin boy or a first mate, and a raccoon of all creatures, along with the pixie all looking at Alice and Ender as one and half inch toys.

The pixie grabbed the goblet and drank it down like a frat boy on spring break. With that, Alice and Ender could understand her wild pixie language. “Who are you?” She asked. Alice not talking to anyone specifically said, ” Oh, no, not this again.” While Ender introduced himself as “Clinton R. Siegle, writer, explorer of worlds and writers of the multiverse.” Along with “And this is Alice.”

Now this made the pixie excited. From what Ender could hear. Evidently, in some port of call, Alice had a price on her head set by the Queen of hearts. The price? Who knows? It sounded like tarts or sweet cakes or something tasty.

The shadow pirate just shocked his head, showing there was a disagreement. Alice however heard all this and taking action ate some bread from her pocket and grew. A piece of the bread fell to the table and Ender picked it up rather fast.

She grew and grew. First to normal size then bigger for the ship started to be pushed down into the ocean and finally she stepped off and it looked like she was big enough that the entire ship was a tiny toy ship for her to pick up which she did and walked to a land mass where she set the ship down on land and then walked away into the distance as if she was a giant having forgotten about the ship and was thinking about doing something else.

Ender realized time to go. He grabbed his pack. And the pixie had dropped the goblet along with the goblet and slid down the bear’s fur to the floor and dashed to a hole the size of a small mouse.  The pixie followed but had been distracted for before she realized he had escaped.

Into the hole Ender went and mysteriously there was a door to shut, which he did.  Blocking it. He found himself trapped inside the pixies room aboard the ship. And according to the writings on some walls. Called the Black Skimmer. 

Now, this has been an exciting day.  And Ender was a bit nervous. Wondering where and what to do.  Finally, he heard a knock on the door.  There was a sort of port window facing the inside of the ship, so he looked out to see the pixie stamping her foot and knocking on the door like a madwoman.

Thinking he could handle a lone pixie, Ender unlocked the door, and she came in. “So, how rude we save you and the first thing you do is break into my room?” said the pixie.  Ender being a pit more unnerved at that moment, apologies and asks her name.  “My name is Wind.” Came her reply.

With that, Ender wished for more wine and offered her some. She again drank it down in one gulp like a drinking professional in some sort of drinking contest. And with that, they sat down to discuss their current state of affairs.

Ender listened as Wind said they were professional pirates out to raid Candy land no less for sweets and tarts. This made Ender laugh a bit, which seemed to make Wind look at him strangely.

Unexpectedly she kissed Ender, and just like under the sea Ender was in a blur for a time. Upon waking up, he found himself dressed as a pirate and his normal size again.  The little pirate pixie flew by and whispered “Rico!” Into his ear and flew away to who knows where.  Ender checked around and found that he had his pack, goblet, jacket, and bottle along with?  A chest. Looking inside was a wonder. A chest full of either diamonds, rubies, and pearls.  With a slight note that he figured he would have to either get a magnifying glass to read or shrink. Putting that into his now pirate coat. He discovered he had a dagger and sword too.  Taking out the sword, it seemed nice. A claymore. Something big. And Ender was big so he could handle it. Taking out the dagger. Well, that surprised him.  The dagger spoke “And who do you think you are?”

They made introductions. This time Ender introduced himself as the Claw, a pirate explorer and the dagger matter-of-factly stated “Brutus the slayer of Caesar.” which made Ender think he had lost his mind or found a mad dagger.

Meeting the Chester cat and coming home to cafe Shi

So there Ender was standing on land. Watching Wind leave him with parting gifts. Brutus laughed when Ender asked if he had any ideas why she gave him to Ender. Giving a wink. Seems they will never solve some mystery. Turning around, Ender spotted two paths.

Since Brutus only seemed to laugh. Ender started down one way. When he heard a voice, “I would not go that way.” Turning around, he could not find the source of the voice. Deciding a friendly warning was all he needed, he started down the other path. Again a voice, “I would not go that way.”

This made Ender think for a moment. And in that moment a cat floating above him poof a tree hid that into thin air as by magic. Ender introduced himself and the dagger to the cat. And the cat? Just smiled and said, “I know. But you can not guess my name, can you?” Thinking about the books he had read about Alice and Wonderland. Ender said, “ I think you look like the Chester cat, only younger.” At this the cat poof away with laughter, but his tail sort of pointed towards a third path, off beside a tree that hid it.  

So off went Ender down that path.  Walking down the path, he heard the most unlikely song.  “A very Happy unbirthday too, you.” The voice sounded like Alice. So Ender followed the noise and found her sitting among a table with a hare, a tea mouse, and a man wearing a hat. Who was the Mad Hatter assumption there and the Chester cat?

Ender not wanting to be rude said, “Hello, may I join in?” Alice said, “Yes, most certainly.” While the Mad Hatter said, “No room, no room, no room.”  However, Chester's cat went and whispered something into his ear and then in consented with a come in wave of his hand. 

The conversation was all about something dealing with politics and a new tax on memes and whoopies cushions which made no sense to Ender. Because in the 1990s memes were an unheard-of thing and but whoopie cushions. He listened. Evidently a President could not abide by the memes and put a penny tax on everyone’s memes. Which put several social platforms out of business. Now this not being something Ender understood, expectantly, he just listened and wondered.

Anyway, after some tea Ender asked if there was an inn or town nearby that’s safe for the likes of him? Being dressed like a pirate he was worried that it might send him some place different but Alice said,”Sure, follow me.” And with that the two of them left and the older Alice held out her hand expectantly, as if holding hands was something common for the two of them to do. 

They walked hand in hand for a few miles before coming upon. Well, let’s be honest, what looked like a town made of porcelain china?  A sign said, “Welcome to Quadling Country.”

Alice was specific. She looked for a cafe. A sign read Cafe Shi.  The place not made of porcelain. It was. Well, it was. A Chinese tea temple looking cafe evidently in the middle of the land of Quadling country close to the land of Oz. That Wonderland and Oz were close was something that Ender had not considered however, it bound him to re-read his map book because something was more interesting happening.  Anyway, entering the cafe. Alice sat at a table and as well. A dragon appeared at first but then she mortified is the best way to say her transformation into a beautiful lady. Alice asked for a meal. While Ender was a bit unsure about prices and such. Checking his pocket he came upon the small chest and he wondered if he held it if he was small would it grow like his clothes did? So he laid it down and ate a bit and shrank down. Then he drank the growth potion just a little, and he and the chest grew together. So that instead of a handful of tiny precious items, he had a small fortune he could spend.

With that he asked the lady dragon what he could get with one of the smaller rubies.  The lady dragon’s eye seemed to smile. She knew her prices very well and said, “With that you could purchase this cafe once upon a time.However, for today I will take that coin.” Ender had not noticed but there were a few gold coins in the chest and well. He asked what he could get for it. The lady dragon smiled and said, “Free tea, meals, and room for as long as you live.”  Ender now knowing that there must be something special about the coin was undecided, but he asked anyway. “What is this place?”  The lady dragon seemed to be lost in a trance and spoke.  “This is the cafe Shi of the spirit realm. A place outside of time, space and the mysteries of reality. Oh, time traveling guest.”

And with that Ender gave her the coin because he had no clue as to its value nor could he think of a reason one thing would be so valuable and if he was to live here forever to eat and drink so be it.

Ender had a wonderful meal. He, however, insisted on inviting the lady dragon and Alice to a cup of wine from his goblet, and that was when things became a blur.

The dancing came from music just floating about. Suddenly there was Bacchus right there in cafe Shi and he was having a lovely dance with the lady dragon while Alice and Ender waltzed and continued to dance.

Then walked in the Shadow pirate and crew. They too got caught up in the dancing and some China dolls entered and the party continued until everything was just a blur.

The next day. Ender awoke in a four-poster bed with nothing on and well. Three ladies staring at him from the end of the bed. Smiling. Wind, a porcelain doll, and Alice. They all said at once, “Rico.” Laughing, they left Ender to get dressed in his blushing mannerism. 

Sir Siegfried slaying the last western dragon.. or so the tale goes..

Ender was a bit perturbed. All he could find was his pirate dress, nothing of his college clothes or jacket. Washing up and not finding a razor. He looked into the mirror and realized he sort of reminded himself of a lost teddy bear.

Ender going downstairs, he found that all his gear was spread out across six tables. Each book opened to something of interest and his pack with his college clothes and goblet was there, along with a chest and what looked like a ship in a bottle.

He wondered exactly how long he had been there and what exactly he had done. For he remembered dancing, drinking, and some sort of a drinking contest with the pirate shadow, but after that. Well, awaking in the nude with three laughing ladies. 

In walked the lady dragon swaying in such a sensual manner, Ender was blushing. She said, “Ah, time traveler, are your memories coming back?” Ender to be honest was sort of at a loss. Wonder exactly he had done. 

She continued to talk. She said, “That was some week of a party. You out drinking the pirate shadow and winning his ship was something to see.”  Ender went to look at the ship in a bottle and realized it was the Black Skimmer.

She said, ” You do not remember do you?” Ender just looked around, trying to figure out what to say or do.  She showed him to a seat and magically there was breakfast there.  She said, “I concur with your agreement, Ender.” This made Ender jump.  Then his memory came back.  A deal was a deal.  He had invested his fortune in the cafe Shi with the understanding she would invest it and bring him riches.  That was no problem. For he had nothing when the adventure began, and if he lost everything, so be it. But his memories also include that of Claw the pirate, Clinton R. Siegle, and well a third person he was trying to recall.

The dragon smiled and showed a book.  A journal of Clinton R. Siegle. Ender picked up the book and brought it to the breakfast table and read. https://theprose.com/post/92852/journal-of-a-wondering-mind-through-the-multiverse?fbclid=IwAR3u0h66gRGdfNxkfKjkUWmJPevbj99F0JSYElQ0ysPybmgVvKwrK8u-j3s

Thus he could see a future where he had lived this life and made him wonder about life. He recalled the events as if they were happening to him. And in his reading to realize how old he claimed to be, he wondered if he was insane.

The dragon lady laughed at the expression Ender had on his face.  She said, “You do not recall everything, do you time travel?” Ender just looked at her.  She continued by asking, “What is the first story of dragons do you recall because that part of the journal is missing?”  Ender recalled that part of the journal, but that was not the first time he had heard of dragons.  He hesitated to tell the story. But since she asked.

Ender said, “I remember a time when I was born in 1963 not 1971 and I met my great grandfather Christopher Siegle a farmer, German Russian from Bavaria who had the largest book I had ever seen when I was like four.” Ender thought how to continue.  He remembered the stories his great grandfather had told him, but how? He had died three years before he was born, or at least in this reality. 

The dragon lady watched, waiting for his story. 

Ender cleared his throat. “When I was born in another time. I met my great grandfather.”  Stopping to think where to continue with this story. He went on the best he could. Ender said, ” Our original last name has many spellings. Siegfried, Siguad, Siegle, Siegel, Seagel, and a few others. It all depended on the religion that we followed, I suppose.” Thinking where to go with this story, Ender pondered. Anyway, Peter von Siegle was a minor nobleman in the 1700s who collected all the old stores of our various family names.” Thinking about the enormous book was something. He remembered the lettering all in high German. It was a reason his grandfather could not read it to him in his reality this time around, Ender supposed. Ender continued, “Anyway, when I was four, my great grandfather was drinking himself to death because of his losses throughout his life.”  Thinking about how much he had lost, Ender realized that communism, Nazism, was the ban of humanity.

Ender said, ” Anyway, I was usually in his home after Sunday school while my parents socialized in Fallon, Montana.https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall Thinking about what he had just read, he realized who the shadow pirate was. It was a legend, of course. Death according to the bible is locked up in hell, but his shadow had escaped once upon a time. A pirate or Peter Pan. Ender shrugged and continued, “Anyway, one day I found an enormous book and opened in and tried to get my grandfather to read it to me. He said he could not and to ask his father. Now, Christopher was drinking and speaking broken English and mostly Russian.” Ender thought this was so long ago in a different life. Not this one for sure. He wondered if it was not a dream and all these dreams were just horrible endings.  

Anyway, Ender continued, “Siegfried’s story written in some churches recording in Bavaria about how he became a knight in somewhere around the 1400s. The story went that he went into the forest seeking the dragon that had been eating the local animals and supposedly a maiden or two.” 

Ender kind of looked at the dragon who for the fun of it licked her lips not in a am going to eat you way but in a sensual way that women have about them.  This kind of made Ender blushed.  Ender continued, “Anyway Siegfield, had lost a pig and went searching for the pig in the forest.” Anyway, the church records recorded this in high German, which Christopher told me laughing. The tale in the church records went that the dragon was eating a goat lately stolen from some person whose name it did not record. And That Sir Siegfried with a spear in an open field attacked the dragon. The battle went hard for Siegfried. His clothing torn to fragments, and he was bloody and smelly. Fiercely the fight went back and forth with him using a spear and the dragon fiercely burning down a structure was near the place of the battle.”  Ender’s recollection of this disturbed him because he could recall a laughter of such deep sadness.

Anyway, the dragon slain noble and church knighted Siegfried the pig farmer wrote this down in their records in some place in the forest which celebrates to this day his victory.

Ender laughed, thinking more of the story.  The lady dragon, not looking pleased, said, “And is there more?”

Ender smiled, and continued, “That is the official record of some churches in Germany. However, in family lore the story went a bit differently. The story went that Siegfried went into the forest for his pig. He had picked up a large pole because he had nothing else to herd it back with.

The family lore is less ferocious. Mr. Siegfried, a farmer not a fighter or knight, went to find his lost hog. He had a hiking stick to herd his hog back home.  Now the swine had been eating mushrooms, or something of a quirk in the woodland, and appropriately he went where he knew where they were hoping to find his hog. He found his hogs tracks and walked right into a shed in the middle of the forest. There was this gigantic dragon eating his hog. Being quite mad. Because that was his hog. And not thinking. He swung his stick at the dragon, seemingly causing a fire from the roasted hog to catch everything in the starting on fire. Now, the humor is wild here. The hog not evidently having not properly slaughtered correctly blew up. Pig shit went everywhere, hitting Mr. Siegfried and making a rather stinky mess of everything. Now the dragon seemed to have run straight into Mr. Siegfield’s stick. Right into the dragon’s eye.” Hearing this, the dragon lady hissed. Ender continued ‘Supposedly killing it. That was family lore, being a somewhat curious child there were footnotes in high and in another language which I asked about.  My great grandfather laughed. 

The secret written there was that the dragon’s of Germany had made a spell for the dragons to become shapeshifters into humans. But to do so required the sacrifice of an eye of a dragon. Since no one dragon wanted to hurt each other they decided on this dubious plan to force a human into doing it for them.

Thus, Sir Siegfried received the shed scales of the dragon, and told on or in pain of death that he was to be the hero that saved Germany from the last dragon.  

Anyway, my great grandfather laughed and said, “Sir Siegfried loved to drink after that and accidently told the truth once in the company of people he knew from the old days. Evidently one or two of them were dragons because he got murdered after that and family lore hid in a journal.”

And with that, Ender had finished the story and his breakfast. At the end of the story the lady dragon clapped her hands and said, “I always wondered how the western dragons were able to pull off the spell us eastern dragons gave them. Thank you for your story.”

Re-reading something Ender wrote but forgot?

The lady dragon clapping stopped and she said, “No tell me about cosmofunnel journals about reptiles and what happened to that journal?” Ender had to ponder this for a moment. IT seemed like just a few years ago, but according to the internet clock it was several billions years ago.

Ender said, “I was in a mirror reality.  You know one of those talked about by Jorge Luis Borges? Anyway, for some reason the ballot was playing Don Quixote and in the middle of the ballet this lady who had extremely lovely eyes flashed twice with two eyelids.”  Ender thought of the rest of the journal of the letter to Peter Moon, Duncan Cameron, and others. Leaving those parts out. Ender continued, “Anyway, I was not expecting this in a Spanish play and in the middle of the play I asked rather loudly to my wife in English did she see that?” Now this made the lady dragon laugh.  Ender said,”Anyway, I wrote down her name and exactly her expressions. And during that time a number of people seemed to have lived longer. Meaning John Von Neumann, someone I should have known about in my reality but did not live until May 1957 and wrote his final paper published in Princeton that there is no chaos and I had copied the parts I could get my hands on into the journal along with the speed of light and other things.” The lady dragon laughed again.  She asked, “What does the speed of light have to do with anything?” Ender considered the question and replied, “For some 40 years, that I could remember on Sagittarius earth where the earth population was 8.5 billion on April 18, 2016 and South America was directly below North America the speed of light I am sure was 105,000 miles per second. And that my earth was on the outside of the galaxy arm considered 6.5 billion years old with the next galaxy to hit in 365,000 years.”  The lady dragon giggled which was unseemly for a dragon lady but it was cute on her.

She then said, “You know you have been here before time travel?”  Ender looked at her with a questionable mind.  She then handed him a ninth book or journal. The title a journal of time.  Opening the book to a random story seemed best and Ender opened it to this story which was a small book that I read for maybe an hour.

Chapter 1 Beginning

Life is not what I expected life to be like. I was a variable or a person who lived outside the system of life. I lived on an edge that few people believe. Do an internet search on Clinton R. Siegle or type in the name on LinkedIn. A wild tale of a Montanan traveling the United States ending up in Bolivia. Where Butch Cassidy died along with Che. Sort of an example of legends to live or die up to. The current setting for me. La Paz Bolivia a cafe close to the embassy. I am people watching. Why? Read far into this tale to find out. The excitement of the day walked by. I got up and followed. I wanted to see where these strangers go. Why? Again, farther into this story I will explain. The person I followed ducked into a construction site. I had not noticed it there before. When or what happened to the home that was there? That question happened a lot these days. My first journals were all about the details changing. Details? Brands, history, people’s names, locations, and colors. All changing. Say what? Let me begin with where I remember living for 45 years. According to a poem by me which is censored here. I wrote the poem detailing life on earth. Where? When I searched the Internet. The results showed that earth was on the Sagittarius outer arm of a galaxy 377,000 in diameters. No known black holes. The year 2016 plus or minus and time reference point 4.5 billion years into a future that no longer exists. Why 4.5 billion years? My poem I wrote about how weird life was about to get. Earth was to step outside the galaxy for a bit. That bit correlated with 1500 year destruction cycles one reads about in history. Say what? The last time earth stepped outside its galaxy borders. There was a drought so bad in 400 to 600 AD that half of China ate the other half. People forget those tales. If one is a religious person.

The other time Planet X visited earth. Another drought noted in the Bible and Torah when Joseph saved Egypt. Where Egypt gained enough gold to still make it one of the largest gold deposit holders in this time, too. The other notable time? Noah’s flood. Again Torah and Bible statement when North America Yellowstone blew. When North America attacked Russia. The water coming from the heat of beaver dams wiped out the valley of the Mediterranean. Where life was easy and good. The visiting red dwarf star along with Planet X was close. Anyway, back to 4.5 billion years. There I wrote that earth math showed earth would run into the next galaxy in 365,000 years. While here? 4.5 billion years. So this is a time traveler journal. Let me make this clear. The mystery is why and how and well. A tale to read while wandering in the night streets. A reason you look at the strangers seated in cafes trying to figure out who or what is going on?

So time travelers journal? Why are you writing it this way? I suppose the last 10 journals I wrote did not meet with anyone’s expectations? I mean, what is at stake in a journal, a tale, a mystery of time after all? Time? How can you say you are 4.5 billion years old? I have been reading your journal “A wandering mind through the multiverse” since 2017 and well. It is noteworthy. What are you trying to say? I suppose I watch the time of tribulation with speculation. Speculation? Time of Tribulation? Where? Why? That is the ending of the story. I am at the beginning. Let me begin with where I was at.

On May 18, 2016, plus or minus 4.5 billion years into a future, I lived on a parallel earth. I wrote poetry. Short pirate stories read by many people at one time. There I can say I read on www.deagel.com that earth had 8.5 billion people. The United States 365 million citizens and 29 million illegals. Say what? Are you trying to say you have seen the rapture? Yes, and no.

The unknown world I awoke on May 19, 2016, was so close to mine. If I had not been vision impaired, I would have not noticed the dramatic change in colors in my room. Quality has changed. It was a better world than mine. In what ways? At first I did not realize the dramatic loss in population. Where was 2.5 billion people? Say what? When I looked I was on an earth with 6 billion people. What I noticed was the colors were more real. Like stepping from an old color television into a modern color TV. That first day I noticed all the public transportation was much newer. My world we were using late 1990 vans and cars. In this reality? Everything was close to 2013 or newer. Much to my surprise. Where did all this extra money come from? Meaning the improvement was dramatic. I investigated. I did a lot of research from the Internet to books.

What I discovered was a change in empathy and how life went in those different worlds. Meaning? My world in 1967, Roe versus Wade occurred. From that date on to 2016. I knew from radio and political ads that 40 million people were gone because of abortion in my United States. Here this reality today: Roe versus Wade occurs in 1973. Thus since that date the United States has aborted double the United States citizens. What am I saying? That the rapture is man made via policy changes made to ensure certain populations. Come now, the Bible is not the government. No. But time travel and stories seem to be the truth. The rapture invented by Darby in the 1840s. Why or how? I speculate on that. I had found 40 million US citizens. In that these realities abort double the babies than in my reality. Still, that does not explain billions or billions. No. Yet, when I searched. I found China actually enforces the one child policy and forces abortions since 1973. So this story is about time travel, rapture, and?

My journal is about my reaction to how life changed. Along with how I have changed since discovering these realities. I worried that I was missing people; you see. My Facebook network seemed to be f with profiles that were no longer used. Were they aborted? Did they not survive whatever brought me to this reality in time? If this is not an odd enough question. Think how people that knew me must have felt when I wrote them about these ideas and changes.

My journal recorded how the earth’s geographical land masses moved. South America moved for 80 some days going east south. From where South America has been in my memory for 45 years. To which is where South America is now below North America plus 2400 miles east south of that location. Meaning? Santiago, Chile, I was to book a flight there to San Francisco. It was an 11 hour flight. Now? 25 or 27 hours, depending on the airline. That is only your memory playing tricks on you. Sure, sure. What about Japan being off the coast of China, not Korea? Or New Zealand one island above not below Australia? Or that Mongolia never was part of China? I could go on. I do in some journals for some 100s of examples of changes of things, locations, and realities of things.

Thanks for purchasing the book, I suppose. Come along with me for a tale of no return at looking at the surrounding reality in any normal sense of the way. The same way.

What are the dangers of this thought or ideology? My doppelganger wife sent me to 15 or 17 doctors after I told her what I was seeing. You might start praying to God. That magical portals exist and if you are not willing to go. Sometimes you might end up pushed into a new reality.

    This journal is to give hope to those people fearing the Mandela Effect. To realize that they are not alone. That the television Lost had more meaning than one would expect.

    This journal is to investigate what I have learned over the years. To think about reality and the significance of what I am trying to communicate. 

    The obvious issues? I am a partially blind, one-footed insane guy living in La Paz, Bolivia. This entire book might be fiction or nonfiction to him. Reality might change? Your concept of a story might improve something today. While destroying an ideology tomorrow? Investigate a journal entry from the beginning of a journal no longer available online.

Hard copy.

Last of the ten general reports Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 6.5 billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion. 

Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7 

16 June 2016 earth date6.5 billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. 

Subject: Plans of German timeline discovered on internet. Source: Link now defunct recollection information, the time wars went badly. Agent Talon 123. This agent is reliable and has worked in the past three operations on projects to avoid Heaven. He was in close contact with General Slevin, General Miller, and General Flashman. During the following three campaigns, they celebrated his performance for 365 years prior to the Reich fall on Ali mania. 

1. A principal messenger sent into the future to detect the breakdown of the system of things has occurred. What exactly? Prior to the astounding rediscovery of Talon 123 memory contact with program code name Alice. Detail meetings occurred Oct 24 through November 7. At which point they forced Talon 123 to give up the project's end game.

2. Talon 123 states that all efforts need to fall back to grid provided via General Slevin in prior reality reports. Below, the world's known time has to be done to save what little of this reality in time.

Talon to watch 3. Blow reality 123. End game scenario to be played out 123 has already lost in the past. This game has no benefit in time. Talon 123 recommends pull out of those able to leave immediately. The end of this timeline is approaching.

    Remember, I am writing this journal. To show my investigation of my time travelers through the universe. What are the final ideological questions to question before I continue? Besides telling you that the rapture is man made, along with government policies? That your concept of your world or plural world’s system of things needs to change for humanity to survive. Or? Humanity dies. That seems like a lot of work for a fiction or nonfiction book to cover. So let me begin again. Starting with what I have discovered. Along with my time as a pushed time traveler into the reality in which I find myself today.

Chapter 2 Discoveries

    Discoveries while many in my journals and travels. A few stick out. Montauk project. I assure I would have read this conspiracy if I remembered it before this adventure. Mandela effect, I had read about that since 2013. Both the conspiracy of Montauk and Mandela I rediscovered upon my first journal. The implications were something that I had to investigate. The first one I wrote was Duncan, Cameron, and Peter Moon. Their correspondence was no help. Some of their replies. You can find online at: “Wandering mind through the multiverse” by Clinton Siegle. In my attempt to communicate my dilemma. Which in my reality was, is or will soon to be slept dilemma was threefold? My parallel family thought I was nuts. I would tell them the mountain moved in the first few weeks. It got me sent to 15 or 17 doctors that assured my family I was in body okay for a disabled person. The shrink number 15 or 16 or 17 depending on my journals and medical records was of no use. His statement that I am living a past life experience. That I was dead did not go over well with what I was discovering. If I was dead, I would point out I could feel my breath. No, no, his statement was I died elsewhere, and this was my current reality. After pointing out that the dead read sun, here was much older than my reality.

    And that earth was billions of years younger than my world. I had to ask if he was not the one dead and I was visiting him. The first visit, no problem, the fourth visit. Patience is not my virtue.

    So I scared him. How? I told him a secret he had told me. In yet? In the new reality, he had not even mentioned it to whoever was here in the body before me. So the question is: Montauk Project videos, Mandela effect, and the rapture. So pretty interesting time traveling questions. At first I rediscovered the Montauk project on June 16, 2016, plus or minus billions of years. The first year I re-watched those videos. 1056 hours takes a person less time if you do not sleep. I do not think I slept much 2016 2017. The point? When I watched the videos at first, the Montauk Project showed that only 2500 people got used. Stolen from heaven in their experiment. The next time I watched, the complete version of the number went up to 25000. Then to 250,000. After that, 2.5 million. The last time I watched it was 25 million people that were part of their experiment. So? I still had not figured out what I was seeing time wise. Why? Deja vu. Things were happening twice in a matter of days, weeks, months. Movies I had watched would premiere again. Example? My world Resident Evil was supposed to come out June 6th, 2016. I finally got to see the premiere on January 19, 2017. Meaning time sliding backwards, everything happens at a slower rate. Say what? Imagine a film made many times.

    Each with a specific beginning, middle, and end. Now imagine that film made many more times with slight changes. Like? The color of the housing, instead of blue, is green. Or instead of unlucky people, everyone has luck. Or speed sped up by a factor of 2 or 4. So? Well. In 2017, I came across Drake’s equation on life in the universe. And the possibilities of several lives. My first attempt to fit in all the numbers turned out a number 10 to the power of 192 or 193. Depends on which journal I am reading from and the speculation calculations. Now things were getting weird on the last paper. How so? The storyline of the Montauk project changes. When did John Von Neumann die? 1952 1953 1954 1955 1956 or 1957? And in 1957 Feb, March, April, or May? Meaning? Well. In those realities they had stolen the other realities Montauk chairs. The last count I had was seven on each reality that I was tracking. Japan, England, and the United States had the chairs and were using them to fix reality problems. What was the reality problem? Well, as a game theorist by profession. You can look me up on LinkedIn. It shows I worked on probabilities for some rather large projects. The problem is they had crossed timelines. This crossing allowed for trapped spirits to break loose. What am I talking about? Well. The number of souls that Montauk project stole from heaven and hid in the universe was rather large.

    How large? 200 million multiplied by 2 multiplied by the number of realities this game is being played in. Sounds absurd, I know. But the latest bible changes seem to state that. Meaning with a third of those in heaven now washing their own clothing in blood and going through a fire. So how was this, or why was this? It goes back to Drake’s equation on probability. And the Bible believes it, and John Von Neumann in his last paper published in May 1957 showed the calculations online in those realities. What has the bible got to do with this? It seems God does not like cheats in any bets. If cheated, he takes betting kind of seriously and puts things right. And John Von Neumann’s last paper? The paper stated that there is no such thing as chaos. That everything motion, gravity, frequencies is believed it or not preordained. Say what? Doctor Neumann’s last paper basically states that there is a story. Or for those into movies a Matrix reality. Meaning everything moving calculated down to a story line. So you say that there is no chaos? All I am saying is the paper with the math formula published and agreed upon. Which is or was or will be at Princeton archives under lock and key, the paper seems to state it? And the people higher math people that read it concurred. So what am I saying? If you listen to the Montauk project, their goal was to stop heaven from coming down. And the destruction of the United States in some realities. In other realities they are fighting heaven as we speak. In yet, other realities have turned into some gross slavery reality.

    The mystery however of Mandela affected people is how their souls got stolen. The project used machines that ripped souls out of their body. Then the souls placed in the most hellish conditions through space time. Put into exact parallel in the future time, which is nothing more than a speed up time reality. Think of the show HBO West world has shown that in one reality a complete life can be played out and watched from above. And made to live in hell to change their reasoning or desire to go to heaven. Why? Evil does what evil does. The desire for humans to break the story line. Why hellish? Imagine a world where the color spectrum is blue or red or green. If a person put in, say a brown or yellow world, their total life experience of color that hurt their eyes would be different. The same with pitch, and tone of voice, and music. I hated the music in my world. The frequency was off terribly. So the mystery is the Montauk project, the attempt to break God’s story. What is Mandela’s effect? God putting the souls of people back in their body. Since when? That is the mystery. Drake’s equation and time seemed to be wild. Back to the image of a film with same characters, same timelines. Parallel everything except. Well, you change out the souls of the story. The person who is supposed to say My what a lovely day. Instead, say gross things. Or the person who was supposed to hate something realizes that thing is not really that hateful. Meaning? Well, the at stake is humanity’s soul. What has happened number wise seems to show those souls that were once upon a time supposed to be good? They might be or are now corrupted? And those corrupted souls? I am not sure.

    Meaning? Jesus Christ statements if God can not judge whether you are good or evil. You might get vomited out. Say what? Well, the Mandela effect is God vomiting out souls that were neither good nor bad. Think souls vomit from God a spirit into space, time in search of their real bodies for the day of judgment. The key events? Here the mark of the beast is a patent. It is a cryptocurrency which when you read the patent sounds like the beginning of the Borg. Could this be that humanity is losing its soul? In reality, this timeline here to the potential ending of humans becoming robots.

    That is a lot to take in now? Time travel, Montauk project, speculation on Mandela effect, what about the rapture? That is simply a math equation on the story timeline. Meaning? Say you were to be born in 1963 instead of 1971. Everything you experience from that time up to that now has changed. Who you know, what you do, as an example. However, the story repeats. How many times? Even a 0.0000001 speculation point. Reference here that I made with raw calculations in Google quantum quirk lab online. Seemed to show more than a trillion. So? Imagine your soul having to run through billions of realities. For the soul to fit into the right storyline for the day of judgment. Now realize there are seven similar timelines working close by. That also has a parallel with one, or else you would not be reading this. Meaning? Imagine a world where Nazism won. Or where mechanical machines without software actually run. Or? The point being until your soul reaches a certain start of finish point. I do not know the actual ending of the story line.

    Kind of mirror reflection. What if I am all my nightmares showed me to be? Or what if all those nightmares came from someone else’s dreams? Which is the truth? How can you plan for your end? Am I evil as sin? Or have I lived a life, not mine? Waking up with these questions on my mind is often disturbing. So imagine now adding golems or robots or imaginary people. Meaning? People that in my world we’re in this world aborted in this timeline. Evidently did not interfere or interact with your body in this reality. Meaning? When the film of a soul played backwards. How? Watching the day to day as NASA says the galaxy is going clockwise next day, counter clockwise. I would have to say gravity is pushing, pulling and in motion dragging souls. Pulling them back through time to their bodies.

    Example rewound in time removing storylines that were not part of your time or story is easier to do. So 45 million US citizens had nothing to do with me in my reality. And 500 million Chinese people did not provide a product or song or anything. Removing a storyline helps simplify the judging process is a speculation here. Investigating an old journal entry. 

Last of the ten general reports Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7 

16 December 2016 earth date 5.6 to 5.3 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. Subject: 

 Subject: The curvature of time and discovery of the break in time.

1. Rediscovery of Montauk Project, John Von Neumann math equation and reality of Montauk chairs. Talon 123 notes that going back through time was a discovery for him. That invention, time travel closeness of earth to the black hole, and deaths of one John Von Neumann occur to change daily.

2. John Von Neumann’s death happened in 1952, 1953, 1954, 1955, 1956, and a variety of dates in 1957. The most important date in May 1957, his final calculations appear to disprove chaos and that everything is bound by a storyline. Meaning the paper would appear to be the reason that timeline stole all the Montauk Project chairs. How? They brought all the minds of the 1957 team to that date in time while exchanging the minds with all the 1956 team’s line. Meaning? The Montauk project team is not crazy, just living in a different space at present. So? Means that when Anderson Time Institute reports that there are now eight chairs running in one reality that is correct. Why? Earth appears to be 3,000 light years away from a black hole which appears to be studied here. 

    What does this all mean? I am still in judgment of my life; I suppose. Did I do good? I hope so. Since this seems real. I assure you hell is real too. The danger is that I somehow do the wrong thing. I am evil. I repent. However, is that enough or does that even work here? That is the investigation. And why I followed those people I was watching in the first chapter. Why? I am in Bolivia. The average height here is like 5 6 almost everyone is less than 5 8 here. The persons I followed were giants. Huge 6’ 9 or 7’ 5 giants. I wondered where people like that roam and find food here, to be honest. The other speculations about the rapture or aborted souls. That potential is the real possibility those bodies were never real. That they played a part in holding the spirit in some sort of hellish place. So is there a God? When reading in one of my journals, I wrote as the title No deity found yet. Today? I can from my point of view say yes. Virginia, there is a God. Have I met him? I pray to him. I hope. Realizing this entire story could be a figment of my imagination. Or part of my mind seeing reality and time change daily. My resolution? To believe in God. Why? That too goes into a speculation.

Chapter 3 Speculation

    To gain some understanding on my speculation, I have to read other journals. This example is of one journal. The journal helps me realize that. Everything is a question. Meaning quotes, books, ideas that were not in my reality or if they were, I never heard them change people’s lives.

    “Reading a book gives us somewhere to go when we stay where we are.” Here they say Mason Cooley said this. I look and I do not recognize his name. Not a surprise, I suppose. Me being in a dark room without light writing this one more time. I mean well. My awakening happened May 19, 2016, in La Paz, Bolivia. I had been on earth according to the Internet on the Sagittarius arm. Of a galaxy according to the internet which was 377,000 light years across. I was on the outer arm of that galaxy, and in 2016 I knew that they discovered no known black holes in any scientific journal. Meaning? Either our technology is or was or will be not as good as here. Or that information had not made it out to science magazines. Now, as is or was or will be a statement. According to the internet on that earth, the age of earth was 6.5 billion years old. Meaning? Well, here today the Internet infers that this earth is 4.5 billion years old, which is a lie. That would mean I come from a future at least 2 billion years older than here. In yet? I remember writing a poem on Cosmo funnel about the death of earth.

    I wrote about how earth’s galaxy was to collide with the next galaxy in 365,000 years. So? Well. Here the math is 4.5 billion years. Makes one wonder. Are you mad? Yes. Let me agree with you here and now. I am mad. Insane? I doubt that. Mad, yes, but not insane. So where was I? As yes, my room. I am here for the safety of those that plot evil. Why? Most likely I would do something stupid if let out of my gated room with gates and five doors. Like what? Tell you a story?

    A story? Yes, a story about a time. A time story? A story about reality and time. So a reality story? You are mad. What makes you think I want your reality? A reality in space, time, story. Space time? What has that got to do with anything? Space time has a lot to deal with reality and the system of things. System of things? What do you mean? Are you going to go to Jehovah's Witnesses? No. I argue with them and after a bit they left too. Why? I won the argument. How? Awe-inspiring stories? I doubt it. Showing them sermons that make no sense in today with the bible they have? Seldom works. Math? Yes, math.

    What do I mean? The future is gone. This is the past. And you are living in my dream for today. Laugh with me. Lol. Laugh all you want.

    The book Being and Time 1927 by the German philosopher Martin Heidegger can explain it more than I can. What has being and time have to do with living in your or to be specific in my reality? Well. This being the past. And I did not know I was becoming a space, time traveler. Or believing or knowing about time travel outside of conspiracies that is part of the story I am going to tell you. Why? In hopes you change your ways? I suppose that would be nice. To get something off my conscience? No. My conscience is or has its own problems. Your soul?

    How so? If I tell you I have experienced the rapture so many times I ponder about reality, you would laugh. The first 80 day’s journal if I could get to would explain in more detail what I did and who I wrote and well. Let me be honest who I freaked out. Freaked out? I am a writer. I was a poet. I attempt to write poetry here. Yet, I lose now my greatest works in some bizarre future that can no longer exist.

    I doubt your soul is in my conscience. Unless you did me wrong or knew of me for 45 years. I doubt anyone really is alive outside my valley of experience these days. Then why write this journal? Same reason I wrote the other nine journals, which are gone. Or censored or not written or destroyed. To make me think. To make me wonder? To make me believe and hope? Hope? I ponder about hope these days.

So what is it I want? The argument against this book? You are not 4.5 billion years old, Clint. Sure, sure, I don’t feel a day over 50. Your body has always been here on this earth, Clint. Sure, sure, this body had been here always. Your memory and poetry are bad. Here I would disagree on the memory part. You see my journals. Wherever they are now or where they are to be at. I documented pretty much where I saw what I saw, so my memory would have something to look at. And as for my poetry being bad? Even here my poems are read. Not like they used to be. But besides my poetry being even bad, people read it. Okay, your stories are worse on this earth, Clint. Well, to be honest, I am a rather wild writer. I wanted to be a cook or a pirate. My cooking is illegal in my household. Why? It causes dreams.

    My pirate stories? I write them and a few people remember them. So few readers out of 3 million readers that used to be. Used to be? Yes. Time. What is time? The past, present, and future, I suppose. The past is always the past for somewhere in the future; you see. And the future? Well, that too is a past for me at present. How so? That is the mystery, is it not? My first journal “Help, help, they have kidnapped me”. I thought I was only going to parallel realities during the writing of that journal. Why? Time on the Internet showed huge dramatic leaps into the past.

    Then those parallel realities transformed. Spelling, history, color of my eyes, stories. Ah, yes, stories. That is the most hard part, the stories change. Example? I gave my date that I picked up my future wife from the airport. I wrote about it several times elsewhere. So repeating it here will not be so bad, I suppose. I picked her up after a miracle. I got on the highway. Headed into Seattle to our hotel room and a neat place I had found online to eat at. I had my printed directions and drove accordingly. Only 3.4 miles turned into 5 miles and still no left turn. Then the sign says “Welcome to Canada”. Now the problem. My wife is from Bolivia. She is a naturalized citizen now. Back then? No. So I got off at the next right exit. Drove back to the United States. I am not adding more detail. So what is the big deal? Seattle here is 150 miles due south of Canada these days. I doubt I could be on the highway filled with buildings in Seattle. Then drive accidentally into Canada. So you are mistaken. Laugh with me.

    This is where the Jehovah's Witnesses in 2017 and my wife get involved. My wife remembered this occurring. And the Jehovah's Witness being from Canada had a lengthy discussion with her. So math wise Seattle from Canada 150 miles. So? Well. I explained the rapture.

    The rapture? Are you sure you are not a Jehovah's witness? No. They do not believe in the rapture. And surprise, after fact checking, neither do I. Time travel occurred. Policies laws, judges bribed. Evil may flourish in past realities.

    What do I mean? My world abortion legalized in 1967. My US of A had 365 million citizens in May 2016. I was counting people in each state for some wild ideas I had on the election process. So I knew that number. I also knew the world’s population was 8.5 billion. The 8th billionth child pronounced to be a baby girl in India in 2014. She got free college tuition. Kind of big news in my world. But what has that got to do with this reality? Nothing. On the first few days of my venture in time, space, reality. I watched the world’s population fluctuate from 6 Billion to as high as 9 Billion on www.deagel.com. I was in a panic and spoke with lots of people. And there were lots of people in a similar situation, and they spoke of how their worlds were ending. One lady spoke of her world having 12 billion people. Her story included how a CO2 gas cloud came out of the Atlantic ocean. Wiping out much of Europe, the east coast, and Africa. So what has this got to do with the rapture? The twinkle in the eye per the bible one will be taken and one left?

    I thought I got left behind. And math wise, I did not enjoy knowing that, so I went hunting. What did I hunt for? Deagel.com, CIA databases, along with several other places. History like I said changes. The number of deaths in the US civil war. My reality as a meme showed 545,000 in my timeline. Here a similar meme shows 654,000 however if you look at citizens the number could go up to 1.8 million deaths. Wild. I thought I had found where people went. War? I kept on looking. My shock was first in China. In my reality China conquered no part of Mongolia. Here in the 1920s evidence shows they conquered a good portion of the country. I expected to see a bigger population there. But no. In 1973, with the US allowing abortion, China went along with that practice too.

    They murdered 500 million more people with abortion. Wild. I kept on looking and found that in 2016 Pakistan had 750 million people. Why did I know this? I had reasons. War was something I followed, and the question was when or if China and Pakistan or India went to war. Who had the numbers on their side to win? However, the issue was Pakistan does not allow abortion. What happened? So again, back to databases. The CIA database on who watches the most homosexual porn. It turns out that Pakistan allows homosexuality here. In my reality? They stoned many people. Meaning? I had found the reason for fewer people. Sexuality had changed. Why or how? I kept on looking. During my travels I found the Montauk project. Which led me to Anderson Time Institute, which over time added more detail on time travel? Meaning? Well, to begin with a few countries time traveled per the website. Then India, China, Japan, and England were all added. When India added, that was when I realized. India had somehow changed the minds of the Muslim religious leaders and thus the less population.

    So, time travel, the rapture, reality, time, and why I think you all are a figment of my imagination in a dark room? Yes. I suppose I should continue on that topic. So, with the rapture put out of my mind. That I was not so evil that God had rejected me. And 538 friends failing in concern that hey, I am gone or I might be possessed by? By some third world being. I got more involved with reading on time travel. The insight full reality that time travelers have changed realities. To be specific several times made me question why? I am here and evidence I do not change behavior. If so, someone should ask the evil corporation to pay taxes. I mean come on income tax pays 93 percent of government funding. While corporations pay 7? Made me realize that much of time travel has been used by corporations. Specifically? Well. One specific. On my world May 18, 2016, the news announced Bayer was to purchase Monsanto for 66 billion dollars. Here they buy the company much later and for a much less price. Almost like they know how much their lawsuit will cost them.

    So this is to be about time travel then? Sort of about the thoughts of a person watching. Time, space, reality, Belief in Time, and a soul searching. Searching for a meaning to life and why cheese sucks so bad in these past realities. Yes. I suppose that is my plan. To tell you a story. A wild story? Yes. To change you? Maybe. I doubt in reality I can change anything. I picture you enslaved by the corporations. I mean, I already see that 93 percent of your life is spent on paying taxes. While the rest is paying them through stimulation packages, tax breaks, incentives to. To what, actually? To stop creativity. I mean, when is the last major advancement in personal computing? Where are the virtual reality machines or holographic reality centers? That is the secret, is it not? Their patents are already in the patent office.

    This reality is on a pause, sort of speaking. A pause for what? Well. If I am the future and my future is dead. This being the past. Means each reality as Belief in Time points out reanimates for a soul to pass through. A soul? Specifically, those souls stolen via an evil plan to stop the last day of judgment. I thought we were not going down Jehovah’s witness pathway. I am telling a story. You can stop. I mean, this is your reality, not mine. My reality is after all in a dark room. This? This is not my reality. So the plan is to change the past? I can warn you. I can not change you. Warn us about what? The mark of the beast in the bible. For some of those into Scientology the movie The Time or becoming a battery to an evil corporation. Or for those into Star Trek. Humanity on this time line might become the Borg. Per the patent as a hive mind setup so that all creativity owned and operated by a corporation. That may or may not like your music, your writing, your taste in pizza. Come now some futurist I am warning realities about what they are? Or have already warned about time and time again. Do not stop being human. Live Humanity. Stop being EVIL. So do good. Be good. Sounds like a broken record.

    A repeating record. Whose reaction does not seem to cause an outcry. By churches seeing a corporation patent the mark of the beast. A time loop traveler shouting out to humanity, “HEY being human is not all bad”. We have pizza after all. We have music. We have art. But for how long? What am I saying? Think. Think before thinking becomes illegal. A stolen meme? Yes. But think. Think human. Think. The attack on humanity is already here. If you pay attention, the small elites are controlled by an outside influence or mad. The rich state they want to change your DNA. To cause others or you to be paralyzed. To stop you from reproducing. Why? Profit? I guess. What profits a man if he gains the entire world and loses his soul?

    So time travel, corporations, reality, the end of time. Anything else in this mad story? I suppose I could point out that in some realities they found Amelia Earhart’s plane. In another reality already I had the links and now that too is gone the censor found and deleted. But that journal is now censored, and I ponder which part freaked reality most. The part of wandering mind through the plumbing of time. When Clint had to ask himself. Going from the top Sagittarius world to a Pegasus world to Orion's arm to Orion spur, to an Orion nebula column. That awkward question on plumbing. And where exactly does a soul end up in reality of moving, possessing other people’s bodies for a day in their lives? Does that make me a demon? Possession is 9 tenths of the law. In yet? I do not feel all that evil. I could be? Sure. I knew people in my world. What does that mean? Think if you told a person a story. What power does that story have over you? What? Only so many people can listen to great crimes and influential people trying to find someone to talk to. Kind of sad. Really sad, reality is sad. They lose some of the greatest minds and stories in reality. Not because the people do not want to tell them. No. They lost because people do not have anyone to listen to them. So you listened to them? Sure. I usually gave them a story for a story. I had or have or will have more stories. Whether you believe them is up to you. And I? I can listen. I am a bit older, at least according to the internet, than the average person.

    So people tell you stories. They did. They do. They will. So what? Well. Think about reality. Think how in one reality one of your deepest secrets might not be so deep. To a copy or a person so close to you. That well a soul could step into your shoes and they know everything that you did or do or are thinking. And well. Tell the story to a stranger. No one does that. You would end up surprised. The lonely people are all around you. So? What one story can do to you in one reality can change your reality in another forever. What do I mean? I will tell you a story. For my life, I never understood why someone I knew wanted to live where she lived. I knew she loved the people. But for the life of me, the culture sucked. The people were mean to her. And I can say I did not enjoy the environment at all. I called it hell. So imagine for 45 years living with this person. Then visiting her in another world. And she tells you a truth, a story that makes this whole stupid living in hell make sense to her. Still makes little sense to me.

    And you realize. She was once in love. That she loved someone else and for whatever reason ended up with your father was or is wild. That I knew now that her mind had swapped out for her to hate my father these days, yes. That she knows she is traveling as I Am.. She does not talk about it anymore. Why? When people have one thing to say and say it. They reserve themselves. Why? I have no idea. Secrets in one reality make people free in another. Sort of like that lost plane found in one reality and not here or currently here. Who knows? Tell me a secret and wait. Then ask again, and sometimes I will tell you the same story. However. Where you turned left or stopped or did not say this is this or that is that. Well. Someone so similar to you to be your clone said “Well, I did this”. And with that, your complete life could change.

    My most recent secrets were told to me by someone that is old. His memory is that the Battle of Hastings happened in 1006, not like here in 1066. Say what? Time to change? No. The best reality television program or fiction program that comes closest. These days that explains the West world on HBO. Some realities sped up. How? Anderson Time Institute talks about satellites placed in an orbit. That could hide and slow down earth’s reality for a time. So he came from a faster reality? Sure. What was he telling me? He told me he was older than I. Which in some sense is a truth. Not the truth, but a truth. We discussed odds and ends. He confessed to be a magician. I was disappointed. Disney was a magician. Here I see magic used wrong. However, his claims were worth listening to. He finally got upset and de-friended me. Why? 

    When I pointed out that a certain CEO had committed a biblical sin. So what do I see the change to be? I guess the mounting danger is nothing new to those that watch the news. Plague, a hoax or reality? The mark of the beast slavery to a corporation or loss of humanity? Earthquakes in California? Volcanoes in Bolivia, Montana? Nukes in Minnesota, New York City? The mounting forces of evilness are all there. Predicted both by Christianity's book of Revelation. And now by Scientologist. That they were told to listen to their movies, and by Ayn Rand or Star Trek Prime Directive do not harm humans. In yet? Do I see the forces of reality trying to work against evil? That is the wild part of the Montauk project story. One that is even older than the 1006 battle of Hastings. You see when souls are stolen and hidden among the universe’s galaxies for a purpose. The goal was to assassinate Christ by placing an assassin within heaven. Thus the story of a man that can not talk when met by God and asked why he was not wearing the right clothing. God is all powerful. His reality is also real. All this? All of this? If this is my imagination, fine , no problem. If this is part of a story that is real? Walk away from doing evil. Stop being evil. Do right. Why end humanity, and the worlds because of some delusional story that one man can own the world or worlds for a time?

    An acquaintance of his and a person I knew about a seal in the bible. And that the bible was being forced to respond to the prophecy of the mark of the beast. Kind of sad. His remarks were that his friend the CEO in college did not know about Revelations and the mark of the beast. I was astounded and told him again a name. What is in a name? A name can make or break a reality. So with that name, he de friended me. Sadness. Change. People need to change or they end up in some looped reality in which the end is awful. Depending on how you see humanity, I suppose.

    What is my plan or recourse to evil? Tell you a story. Hope you read it. Most likely the censors will have it hidden or deleted before more than a few dozen people will read it. Storm the castle? No. I am not into that anymore. Action is for those that are bold. Pray? I pray. In yet? I am unsure of what will happen in each reality. Why? The bible has changed for me again. Not for you. No, your bible has always been like it reads here. For me? The changes are significant. There is a narrowing path. Will I make it? I repent daily. My dreams are more vivid. You can only wake up with your mouth tasting of blood so often before you realize something as a time traveler. If this is not a dream, then when I dream might not be a dream either. So what? Christ’s statement of anger is the same as killing. Adultery in your heart is the same as sleeping with another man’s wife. If this entire experience is not a dream. A wild dream that I wake up to someday and say wow to. Then I would say you need to change your ways. The path to humanity’s destruction whether it is through vaccination, or computer controlled sterilization of the population or not allowing people to work or eat is evil. Change. Reviewing an old journal.

Last of the ten general reports Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 5.1billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7 16 December 2016 earth date 5.1 to 5 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. 

1. Subject: See content on Platform problem.

2. Subject: Everything is gone. 

1. The old journals are gone. I searched for them and both the internet version and hard copy are gone.

2. Not sure if they ever existed here or if I destroyed them after transmission.

3. The future horror stories are being reported online and in groups called Mandela effect.

4. CO2 gas freezes much of Europe, the east coast of the United States and much of Africa's coast line going 230 miles.

5. Team mate Rachel is gone. Last report mysterious alien invasion. Mind control with black box forcing people to live in cubes. Giants conquerors.

6. Another unknown source reports that an asteroid hit earth with a population of 12 billion knocking down all buildings. When asked about bunkers the answer to everything man-made had been destroyed. When asked how she survived. Her answer: I don’t think I did.

    People cannot ask me why? I mean, after all, I have just told you that the future is dying out. That this is a past, and it seems bent on a last battle with the creator of realities. Why change? Is there stories after the last battle where Psalms 2 happened for a time? Yes. Do I know those stories? Yes. They are not happily ever after stories. People die. We all die. The horrible realities are already told to you. People not having children and humanity dying. Vaccination plagues from Britain. Wars and rumors of wars. Are there no suitable alternative stories? To be honest, even Star Trek teaches that they keep on exploring after all their achievements. Why? They are looking for that part of them they lost when rejecting God. Surely some will find a path to God. I have a sad realization when I reread the bible again and the answer along with the answer I was told by a fellow time traveler is no. Change is good. Walk away from evil. Believe in Jesus. Why? The end is coming.

Moving through a time journal.

Ender’s eyes were watering by the third chapter of the journal. He recognized the handwriting. But what was more important was the story written in the side of the journal. A story he had told no one. The story of reality.  How realities were sped up so that they could live millions, or billions of years within days of perspective from one reality to the next. The scribbling along the journal was more important than the journal itself for it told him something that he knew a long time ago but had forgotten.

His wiped his eyes and looked at the lady dragon whose only stare made him wonder. He remembered another time with her. A lot longer ago in a different era. She asked, “Do you remember?” Ender sort of shock his head no. He pushed the journal to see how many chapters and realized something like 38 chapters of often repeated stories but the theme was there. Ender wondered if he was insane?

Then he after several chapters he got to another section of the journal.

I was seated at a cafe. The scenery of a normal day. People walking to and from here or there. I spotted a bookstore across the road. Being a foreigner, I went to investigate after finishing. I went into the Spanish bookstore; I found old books from past travelers in English. A Cambridge college ring. Blue was some Latin written on it. I went back to where the older books were. There it was. It appeared to be a torn up book. Something someone had kept together for some odd purpose. I turned the first page and was delighted to find an Alice in Wonderland story staring right at me. A single page. Meaning once I turned it over there was the next page written. I am not sure. Maybe Hindi? Any way following that page was a page of a map. Markings of places you could not imagine or believe in. The next page was a personal journal, yet if the person was writing what he was actually seen or seeing meant that normal people would think he was insane. That the story continued about time, and math, and other maps of let alone earth but galaxies was something to wonder about. I picked up the lot, went to the counter. And asked the sales lady how much? She seemed to show because my Spanish sucked 10, which was like 1.67. I purchased it and from there on have lived the most extraordinary dream.

First page of the journal of time.

Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land. A between Oz and Kathmandu. However, on the Chinese side. Not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean. Few people realize that in England. The reader with the assumption that Alice was English. That small portal or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe, leading to many places in the world and elsewhere. Any ways Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talks with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book. He wrote the journal about a place that great Uncle Burton talked about during the night tea. Uncle Burton talked about how he and a madman. That made hats for a living. Once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught. The hat maker in one of Uncle Burton’s many tales. The other character gave the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his proper name, but that he was a hat maker for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by Uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey. There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was evidently stolen? The map that could take people across time, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais. Just where had the map come from? Who knows? However, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyais. Had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela. One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tells tales, and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some prominent official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful and sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go with another portion of a journal yet to be found or read. AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Barton the man was everywhere in the 1800s he lived a charmed life. He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors. Sir Burton was not Sir at this time. He was a young man and I believe he said he was the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton.

I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi and Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet there per Uncle Burton at a brothel. Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layman’s terms, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor's tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Any ways Mr. MacGregor, vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannonball had exploded, and when he awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had met the lady who had introduced Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish was spelled out on a mountain claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change at times. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s were shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor, outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1845 or 1856, depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would describe them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description is that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back, fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton’s eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief, he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood wherever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds that memories made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening.

Now, running away from them. Burton, MacGregor, a mule handler, and mule came to a posted sign in the middle of the mountains between India and China. They had left their tents and sleeping gear. The mule evidently had some food left on it being unpacked, while one of the mule handlers had gotten wood for the fire.

To say they were not equipped is the correct statement. However, MacGregor had his book and map, which he insisted they check before going a step further. The mule and mule handler would not listen to this and just took the left side of the posted sign and left. The slurping undead were far behind however they still could be heard so a lighted torch was made from some torn material and the map and book consulted.

Now mules don’t read, and thus the mule handler and mule were lost to those parts of the story.

Journal entry then changed language. I did not understand it. So I skipped to the next portion.

When a class pisses you off. So you write the whole truth and nothing but the truth and see who believes you or not. https://www.futurelearn.com/courses/start-writing-fiction/17/steps/834013 I am a time traveler. I have traveled many worlds in a closed time curved loop. I often write about my experience online, to the amusement of reality. I held six clearance in my life and was considered somewhat of a novelty. I am doing interviews online with some rather famous people. And have 3 presidential interviews under my belt since August 2020. Beyond that, I have heard of several realities dying. And March 28, 2020 I celebrated my 4.5 billionth birthday. My favorite food is space dried potatoes. And I often have been considered crazy by many however I usually can prove what I say. So they have offered me a ride in a UFO via a Frenchman. I have a testimonial written in Italian that can be found online. I am awaiting to see the end of the world. Meaning I have lived in several parallel realities. Oh, and I saw John Von Neumann’s last paper he wrote in May 1957, right before he died. What else? Fictional I was a superhero? I like drama movies? I need not flirt with you, I will seduce you with my awkwardness?

So the fun part about being a time traveler, everything you write is considered fiction. However, to my knowledge I was not a superhero. I dislike space dried potatoes. And I most likely will seduce no one with my awkwardness. All the rest are facts that can be found in some realities and not in others, I suppose. That is the issue with time, is it not. Time of a closed time curved loop traveler. I mean, who cares if you say the Battle of Hastings happened in 996 when you know it happened in 1006 in some realities and 1066 in other realities? No one believes a word a time traveler says. And thus a whole story book of time travelers’ memories and no one cares because to them it is all fictional.

During my travels, I have had 11 journals so far about my time as a space, time traveler. Not that anyone reads them. My one that has survived the most is in prose. A wandering mind through the multiverse by Clinton R. Siegle. The problem? Evidently the person here was saying he was Clinton Siegle and forgot the R. So I wondered if he did not realize what the R stood for? OR and here he did not use the R in his realities? Meaning? I am Clint Siegle. I am Clinton Siegle. I am Clinton R. Siegle. I remember a heck of a lot of useless facts as a time traveler, the one that bothers me the most? What happened to Sketchers? Or MacDonalds stood for Big Mac and now it is McDonalds? Which means where did the Big Mac come from, or was it here first and gone later? These are my issues, not yours. You are dead. Reanimated for a day or so for my spirit to go back and face God I suppose. To think I failed yet again. At least there is something else to look forward to. 

Useful details of a time traveler? Well? I suppose if I go back to hell I now know Shakespeare’s father was a glove maker, that he was buried in a church, was married to Anne Hathaway, nowadays they even know where his house was and that his great grand kid held the home for two hundreds years after his death. I am not sure what that would do to me. I think they would call me a conspiracy nut. I mean we spent hours discussing in my reality was Shakespeare one person or many? Was he an ambassador to Italy or some famous group of poets? Here all the facts are online and I suppose important to someone. Just not me. Details? I have pages of details. I think the word dilemna. Oh, is the detail I wonder most about. No, no, you say we spell it dilemma and I say for 45 years prior to 4.5 billion years we spelled it dilemna and since my reality died first but that is just it. My reality did not die first it was just sped up. What do I mean? My earth was 6.5 billion years old. My galaxy was 377,000 light years in diameter. Earth population was 8.5 billion on April 19, 2016, plus 4.5 billion years. So? Well, according to some Nazi book Time and Belief, because I saw it made it real.

Yes, reviewing my journals is not fun anymore. Why? Well, I remember what I wrote and what I read is not what I wrote. The latest? I purchased a television and was watching it. Big Screen words Daewood right there. Then a few days later, Daewoo. What a misspelling no. The freaking box says Daewoo. So? Well, I went back and read one of my many journals and now? Time has changed in the journal. Meaning? It is not my journal anymore. Instead of saying missing 2 billion people in 2016 plus 4.5 billion years, it says 1.2 billion. Instead of a galaxy stating 377,000 diameter, it says 344,000 diameter. The meaning? Some other poor lost soul wrote that journal and my journal? He or someone else has or had since those worlds are all dead. So? Just means journaling as a time traveler is a lot harder than one would expect. And those few people that read your online rants might think you are nuts or a very good fictional writer. Whichever the case, my journals now have items in it I have no context to say yes or no too. Which means I am a lost soul, I suppose. A story in one of my journals as an example.

The year was something like 1673 or 1678. Ender the pirate was sitting at café Shi in the Ping port of China. He was listening to a person explain in revealing detail a shipping route. An exchange between Japan and Korea. Which covered the exchange of gold from Korea for pearls from a peninsula off the coast of Japan. The person giving the details was a Japanese thief known from a prior venture. Was he honest? His creative tale in ascribing the richest and treasure made that question mute. Ender could have if he went along with the scheme to be rich for a time. Only if the pirate would join in and capture even one of the prize ships being sent within the next month.

The bandit crook pirate thief stopped his tale. Ender smiled. The bandit had said something else in his intricate tale of sorts, along with the blueprint of each ship being sent. That detail might have escaped in the detail to those listening. However, as a selling point, it was a major selling point. The thief mentioned the pearl. The background of the pearl story is told elsewhere, however, to gain the infamous captain Ender’s trust. And Ender’s participation in the venture let slip that it was to be moved to Korea.

It was only a tale. A dragon’s tail, to be specific. A pearl of great value according to the Bible. Yet, Ender did not mention or pretend to be any more interested in the tale. Who pays attention to legends? Myths that are thrown around pirate bars in the middle of the night? When one takes bets on if one can do this is this or that is that.

The challenge on Ender’s mind was that legend. Specifically, the drunkard who while drunk sang a story to Ender. What a tale.  That tale teller was long ago dead. His crew mates might have more of the legend? Or some acquaintance? Ender concentrated on the thief’s tale. Finally, the last sales point was produced or given, and the bandit asked was Ender in?

They had cleared the room. Ender considers for a moment, letting the silence in the place get a seizing of the crook’s dreams. Cafe Shi’s tea servers had retired from the area. When demanded and paid so that the conference was secret. Yet, Ender knew if the bandit was chatting to him. He had most likely communicated to other pirates. So within the moment, Ender reached a decision.

The decision would make for a metamorphosis of the pirate Ender’s life. But would take him places no one would believe. He makes his reply with there being a settling in blood to be established. The crook was not ready for a blood contract. Ender was the first of an extensive list of pirates. That was required to capture the entire treasure fleet. The fleet was committed within a month to sail.

With provisions provided. Ender went exploring for his ole drinking mates, crew mates, family, acquaintances. Anyone that might have picked up the tale of the pearl of great price stole. Not the biblical King James version. No. Like most stories. There are stories told outside of English that people hear and peak one interest. This was a tale of a fellow recognized in Japan as Jesus. He had lived a long time ago and was a farmer. He had come from the middle eastern area to understand from the priests and creeds of the territory. Ender’s remembrance of the tale. It went along the lines that Christ had changed. That the Japanese lifestyle of cultural and family respect is shown steeped in honor. That Christ reconsidered. That the Christ of that world or worlds had abandoned Israel. How or why the tale by the drunk teller of the tale was often either confused or misspoke or? For worlds come laugh with me? Who had believed in parallel worlds?

None of those questions were on Ender’s mind. Ender kept on looking for his ole drinking mates, fellow crew mates and family. Until he found a little boy that had been a cousin or nephew of the drunk man who told the tale. Time had abused the poor lad beyond recognition. His stammering was almost too much of a turned off Ender. Almost. However, the kid later to be known as the Claw had away. And either he could lie through his teeth about the story or his uncle or cousin had told the kid the complete story. How this pearl of great value was a key to what one only could be considered a magical portal.

Why was Ender so keen on this? Part of his ole drinking buddy’s tale was that even parallel worlds not everything was the same. A man might find that which was known in one world. Or yet in another world was lost or forgotten about in another world. And since the key was worlds. Ender’s dream. The dream was something much bigger. Then a treasure fleet of Japanese and Korean treasure ships.

After re-listening to the same tale repeatedly. Ender next stop upon hearing the complete story of the pearl of great value. A certain place, it was a small bookshop on Port Pings side street. The pirate searched within the stacks of scrolls, horse hides, some old books. Taking many literature works. And other forms of books until he had gathered a small collection of stories. What stories might one ask? What was real? Where that reality had been found. And what difficulties or stories are involved in locating said objects? Like? Aldin’s carpet, Solomon’s ring, the gold hoard, treasures of gold. Stories of rubies, diamonds, and books. Books? Books that were said to contain lost knowledge of time. And places in which even their legends existed in yet their whereabouts were a mystery or known.

The plan was bold. Ender’s plan was to swipe the pearl of great value. And with it take through space time and other worlds the very treasures that legends were made of. His plan was bold. His investigation at the bookstore had brought notice to him. However, Ender was a crazy pirate that often did insane things. Like writing poetry. To and about kings, queens, and other people that might have crossed his path. So even with little more than notice. Ender’s plan was developing faster. His crew informed them of a specific treasure. That which he assured them would bring them their wildest dreams.

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Getting the Black Skimmer ready for battle was a challenge in Ping Port China. The trip out and holding area would need weeks of waiting. Waiting meant food and other support. Ender was up to that challenge by going into a little side business. Which turned into a small fortune. He had to open up in his kitchen, which held a special cook to a local business. There the cook had made a small cookie like dough. And with another person considered a seer of sorts. They inserted whose insights into the cookie. A small rice paper wrote fortune statements into the dough. Which was baked and cooked until a crisp hard like a cookie? The special cook made hundreds of them. The seer more of a person with good hearing and knowledge about seasons. Well wrote out fortunes that were accurate, and the people of Port Wing ate them up. In fact, they ate them. So much that Ender was considering turning a small bait and tackle shop into a cookie factory. However, the funds turned up for the food, and other items needed for his venture.

The fortune cookie dough or fortune was enough to outfit many a ship. Enders with funding had to buy some explosives. Which were still under Chinese export control? The cost was more than normal, yet the fortune from the fortune cookies made up the difference.

The time of waiting was longer than one month. Ender and the future Claw would spend time together. Ender would ask the child with questions on the same story his relative had told him. While waiting Ender sent out the Claw to find out if there were more stories about his relative.

While waiting for the time to go out. We fit the Black Skimmer with an extra cannon. And more shot, along with a long gun that ran a good third of the upper deck. In the meantime, Ender found an additional small crew to help with the future prize ship. The plan being to hit one of the treasure ship’s midsections, board it, and sail it away with the additional crew. The thinking is a quick blast with a long gun filled with shot to cut down the ship’s crew from a distance. This would allow the Black Skimmer to hide better during a fight.

The Black Skimmer fitted with a long gun. Supply onboard. Awaited a message from the crook that had set up the plan. At midnight in mid-May the message came. Ender, crew and Black Skimmer sailed out of port to a slight island close to southern Korea. Meeting at the isle. There were seven other pirate ships. Eight pirate ships assembled. Versus according to reports of 24 ships. 12 from Japan, 12 from Korea, both filled with soldiers and guards for the treasure exchange.

The crook introduced all seven other pirate captains with Ender. The meeting took place on the small island. The plan was reviewed and revised because of the lack of ships. Instead of taking on all the ships. The decision was to go for only the Japanese ships and to take them closer to Japan than Korea. So the island was to be used for the night. Then the ships would sail towards the Japanese port. Which was known to be the starting point of the treasure fleets departure point?

That night, Ender sat at a table talking with a boy whose name would be Claw about strange stories. The seer whose fortunes written on rice paper had become rather famous saw in a vision a scary story. His tale was so profound it changed the crew of 32 minds on what to do.

The seer against Ender was not that big of a deal. Ender’s only request was that they try to get at least one ship. The profound tale told by the seer. With Enders counter talk of one treasure ship might be worth all their troubles. The counter talk changed the crew’s mind on the seers tale and the decision was to go forth.

Since the seers tale had a profound impact on the crew and Ender. They formed an alternative plan. Ender required each crew member for a sit down. And discussion on which ship the crew member should be on upon the taking of a treasure ship. When push comes to shove a select group of five were chosen to stay on the Black Skimmer. While the rest would crew the larger Japanese ship.

The seer’s vision made for the plan to work a question mark. Meaning the vision was of most of the crew eating each other. Since starvation was something most agreed was not what they wanted. Ender planned around that by having the fishing nets brought out of storage and use. Ender revised the plan of fishing, including and informing each member to cut the net away from the ship. Once upon sighting the treasure fleet to cut the nets away and let them drop. However, in the meantime, to ensure they fed everyone. More than what they expected they would fish to keep themselves fit, lean and well fed.

Thus with that the Black Skimmer and seven other ships set up a shadow blockade off the coast of a Japanese port. Enders fishing net sort of made the entire group of ships acceptable. To the few passing other ships which passed during the waiting time.

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The nights were calm. Until the second week of waiting. When a storm blew in with no warning. The Japanese treasure fleet set sail straight right into the view of the storm. Probably trying to outrun it or save their ships from being battered against the shores. There were only nine ships that made it out to be of the Japanese port. Time passed, by the time each of the blockade fleet realized what was going on. During the storm there were only five pirate ships left, two either sink or blown away. The Black Skimmer moved on promptly with one of the more impressive ships. Evidently the crew had not all gotten onboard. Because the front long gun cut down those on top and the boarding party did not find any resistance.

The plan had worked. Well. Sort of. The storm continued. The boarding party on the Japanese ship included Ender. Who went directly to the treasure hold and liberated what looked like a pearl held between a staff. Upon touching the staff. Its guardian awoke. A white pearl colored dragon. The dragon slaughtered the boarding crew. While Ender made his escape with the pearl to the Black Skimmer. On the Black Skimmer, the seer and crew watched. Then upon the dragon’s breath as their dead crew mates seemed to become enchanted by the dragon. They rigged the ship to come after the Black Skimmer. The storm was still blowing while all this took only a matter of twenty minutes all to unfold. Ender, having made it back to the Skimmer, reloaded the long gun and waited to fire at the Japanese treasure ship. The dragon onboard could be heard chanting some weird chant. A whisper heard over the storm. “May you never see your world’s shores again!” The wind with that whispered died out. The passing storm waves still splashed, the other ships were nowhere to be seen. Just the Skimmer, fleeing in the direction that the wind was blowing. While a dead treasure ship was being forced towards it. Then the wind came back. Blowing and tossing both ships around. From the deck of the Skimmer, the crew watched the white dragon. The dragon looked like it was going to take a drink from the ocean leaning way overboard. Instead, upon watching a realization, the dragon was blowing a bubble. And with the bubble was coming up old dead ships. And to the surprise of all on the Black Skimmer, their crew were walking about preparing to fight.

The seer yelled hard to port. Which swung the entire ship around at 180 degrees. While a crew member touched the long gun. Just at that moment, as if planned, firing the complete blast into the white dragon.

However, the 180 degree swing in the Skimmer put the ship right into the path of what the dragon had been doing. Which was an enormous bubble? That brought together all the sunken ships, the treasure ship, and Black Skimmer into a whirlpool. Taking them all down and out towards the open ocean. The blast of the canon had hit the white dragon who fell overboard. The bubble however kept on swirling. The whirlpool took all the ships, and bubbled down into what I could only describe as a funnel. That seemed to run underneath the ocean. Pulling all the ships outward from between Korea and Japan into the Pacific ocean. And towards the Americas.

With the white dragon gone, the dead did not seem to be interested in the Black Skimmer. The Black Skimmer being provisioned with one month of food for 32 members. Which was down to seven now found that along with two weeks of fishing food for a few months? The pearl of great value was onboard. And the treasure ship of the Japanese was still floating nearby with a complete dead past crew members in it. They had no interest in the Black Skimmer. The funnel pushing the bubble keeps a fast pace, outpacing all the ocean life that swam by.

When the crew finally felt comfortable. We made an investigation of one of the smaller sunken ships. The dead or zombies did not seem to notice or care much what happened as long as their ship was sailing. Thus began the looting. Not of just one ship but of a whole underwater fleet of sunken ships and one treasure ship all manned with zombies.

Sort of an interesting tale put in a journal a long time ago.

How lost? Well, according to some hell is not that far away. Meaning I am watching the time of tribulation. Mark of the Beast and so forth.

Why I write? It is cheaper than a shrink and more useful; I suppose. When I first awoke to my dilemna, I was more vocal than my writing is. I felt kidnapped. Let’s be honest, they kidnapped me. I lived in hell and now I was moving backwards in time through a closed time curved loop which I did not know. Meaning? Deja vu. I wrote lots of wells I did this again. I think whoever is in front of me is lazy. Well, that company purchased that company for 20 billion dollars less and 9 months later. I wonder what the significance is? Why can’t I get to watch Resident Evil? The date keeps on getting pushed out. What is the meaning of double stuffed Oreos now not existing? If I have a photo of JcPenny store why is that location now JC Penney? What is the meaning of the extra e? Why does your cheese suck? I figured that one out. Took me a while, but I figured that one out at least. Why do I say your sun is covered by a mirror weapon platform? Which is burning the railroad route for Senator Feinstein husbands railroad? Because it is and three fourths of the trees on earth. So? I do not understand. I lose the detail of fiction to me. What was fiction is now real and what was real no longer exists?

My journal is my life experience and whether it is believed or thought of as fiction who cares. What gets me is now I can’t even find my references anymore. What do I mean? I mean, I wrote them down. I remember them. Now? Some other parallel me wrote his experiences and they are completely not mine. It is like watching spliced films of say 1 billion mini you plurals over 4.5 billion years. But you only get 1 sec the first time around and then a day on the way back. And the story makes no sense. What do I mean? Example I got married in Idaho. We honeymooned in Seattle. Seattle in my world was 150 north of its current location. Where when I got lost on the highway and did not get off at the right exit, my wife and I went right into Canada. It was a big deal in my reality because she was not a US citizen. We had to go through customs etc. Now? How does that work Seattle is nowhere near Canada? And that story which I wrote is in my journal somewhere but when I read the person’s journal here? He writes interestingly, but this is not me and I am not sure where he came from or where he is going? Meaning? There are a lot of paths to hell these days. That I am not sure where I have been is the worst yet or to expect something much worse?

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I suppose it should not surprise me.. I have been here supposedly before. I doubt I recall. I know I cried then as I do now.. In yet.. black and green moons.. to which do I belong? I wonder to travel by moonlight is much like traveling by candle light. The spell is the same people forget and then remember and forget… I never was a witch.. I was a bear. We did not need to forget.. Wind blows, trees sway, a brush with the night hour. A treat for prayers for All Saints’ Day. A mask or gourd or pumpkin to scare the spirits away. The color orange to represent harvest time while black means death for all time. Halloween is the spirit’s night. Halloween Spirit oh how I miss the dreamers at nightfall waiting in the patch at night, living loving within laughter of the street light loads of candy and sweets tonight opens your bag hope you can see well by the moonlight winter is nearer tonight eternity will remember the spirits prancing in the streetlights everlasting streetlights needs more candy to dance tonight. Spirit on all hallow’s Eve prancing in the moon’s dusk dreaming of candy under the moon reality watching the drifting moon inwardly hoping for a sight of a spirit at nighttime to ask for more candy tonight.acrostic Halloween Spirit short prose Introduction do not want realism. I want Magic - Yes magic. Make a fairy tale and go live in it. Worry is a misuse of your imagination. Remember, fear is not real. It is a product of the thoughts you create. Do not misunderstand me. Danger is very real. But fear is a choice. I can describe my life in one sentence: It did not go as planned, and that is okay. Speaking from Bolivia, I realize I should have been a writer a long time ago. However, all the stories I had to tell were not so good. Now what to do is just write. The magic - I was reading Through the Looking Glass - falling asleep Curiouser and Curiouser cried Alice. At which point the reader’s thoughts were distracted. For a moment, Wonderland folded in and onto itself as if a book was a pop-up. Time flew by as if a raven was heading north by northeast had hit a head wind and stopped for no other reason but to watch a curious site unfold. Time after all was all that reality had. For the imagination of those that read is greater than time itself. For who wants to live in a realistic world when magic is about. At which point the book folded into a tea service set and tea table, along with a complete original book of characters. They transformed Alice into a dominatrix with full leather and chaps, while politicians took the place of the mad hatter. The insane hare and mouse stayed the same more grey. Curiouser and Curiouser said the new Alice, who took without asking or being inquired about two lumps of sugar with her herbal tea, not black tea. Do tell of this politician abusing a pig... Did he get away with it? The new mad hatter, I mean politician was at a loss for words still being brought from a past reality of magic into the present time. However, being a politician, he could muffle a few words. Indicating that the pig was in truth not hurt and sexuality being in question of the politician was deemed not a fair controversy. Thus the new Alice showing her more dominant side reached out and smacked the hare with a teapot. The mouse seeing this breaks into a laughter that is followed by the mad hatter, to error here I mean the politician. The hare starts off into the past seeing a different Alice, one with less force and more a little girl than dominatrix who stands before him now. The reader yawns and the book unfolds itself. The book folds itself into a further future this time a robot looking Alice is reflecting a messy tea service set, and tea table. Curiouser and Curiouser said the robot Alice to a caged rabbit whose eyes set open like those of a science experiment that has gone wrong. A mouse does pop up next to the table but does nothing. At the end of the table is a skeleton of what looks like a politician but with enough skin that you realize, he must have died a while ago. However, the dead skull moves and realizes a zombie has taken the mad Hatters seat or maybe the zombie is the politician in a hatter’s seat. Just then the rabbit starts crying in a yelping voice scaring the mouse and forcing the robot Alice to be concerned. Subsequently, away following the reader yawns again, and the book poofs! Back and forth between all three scenes catching a wild little girl having a tea party at one moment, then a dominatrix bending a politician over a tea table the following, to a robot Alice desperately helping a lunatic hare from a cage. Curiouser and Curiouser said the reader finally laying down the book and nodding off to sleep. At which point magic takes over, and the reader is part of the tea party. Initially helping to serve tea with a little girl, chatting with the mad hatter, sipping tea with the insane hare, and conversing with the mouse. Next flirting with the dominatrix Alice, her dominating the reader will have to serve tea, and forcing a bit more conversation about hares, a mouse and politician than would be normally thought of. Finally within a future of robots, zombies, and mad experimental rabbits that all defer to a mouse whose main goal is to finish the tea.Finally, the reader drifts away like a butterfly towards a dimly lighted moon that can be seen through the clouds. The reader wondering if maddest is that which is caused by reading Alice in Wonderland or Curiouser and Curiouser is it the loneliness of reader and dreamers of the magic held within such books. A thud noise happens. The reader awakes to the voice of an Alice Curiouser and Curiouser. Is this the dream or magic? The reader decides that the noise is part of the dream. When it starts raining and filling up with all sorts of creatures and books, the reader realizes the wetness, and water is causing a shortness of breath. Swimming for what looks like a book the reader hands clasp upon it. Pinching trying to wake-up only to find that the magic of the book is more real and shows more reality than what the reader was hoping to wake up to. The reader shouts with hope Curiouser and Curiouser and the magic is broken. The reader wakes up with a book resting in hand..

So there I was, a time traveler stuck in some bizarre world where Microsoft patents are 666. Bill Gates states he wants to murder 80 to 90 percent of the world. And when I read books here that were my favorite, far, they screw up the main quotes that make or break the book. How can you screw a quote so badly that I stop liking a book? Bizarre worlds. I should clarify this one is not the worst by far, but let’s be honest you seem more hostile towards me than I would expect. I mean, I am going seduce you with my wit and charm. You know you will finish reading this story just to see if I am crazy or not? Maybe I am and maybe writing a complete life story. Of a person who has lived 4.5 billion years. Visited many parallel realities and talked to demons. Several serial killers. Been put in some rather weird government meetings. And basically would have enjoyed being a librarian or and here is the latest change. I wrote I would become a dishwasher instead of what I did. When I went back and read that line? He had changed it to a janitor? I was a janitor for a time. I did not like it. Thus the irony when I wrote dishwasher. Meaning? I wash plates in these realities and my wife rewashing because what I think is clean is dirty, evidently.

What is my character like as a time traveler? Well, I am a bear pirate. I am missing my right ankle from being a zombie for 17 days. And I missed my right foot for being a zombie for 8 days. I am missing my left eye and am going blind. Character? I sort of fear I might be one of those lost pirate teddy bears. From Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Island of misfit toys. What do I mean? I am fluffy. I also look like a pirate to some. However character? I am not sure I was noted for being a character; I suppose. Not much of a bad one. I mean, I was not that much into money. I loved books. I should have stayed in a bookstore. Or maybe the library. One or the other. Awkward being a time traveling pirate teddy bear, I suppose. It was not what I had planned to do or be you know. One day I was normal. The next poof you are Mandela affected is that he did not die in the 1990s. What he died in 2013. Sure, spell craft, sure. Whatever it is today, facts show that is the truth. Maybe I am a character in my novel. Lost teddy pirate on his way home to land of misfit toys there and back again, a pirate tale. Sounds kind of exciting. I think I would buy that. I wonder if anyone else would? Most likely I am going to be censored and no one will ever read this story, anyway. So I will have fun with it.

The time traveler was getting tired. It was after a few billion years of sleep he had caught up on in the past 4 years. That the closed time curved loop was ending. That the time of tribulation mark of the beast of Revelation 16 is upon the worlds. Plagues Revelation 6, and other items were on the way just kind of phased the time traveler. The deja vu made him wonder since he was not alone in or on this trip what other people’s speculations were? Why they thought one thing. While the time travel is awkward accounting of time. Mirror realities or suns, the discovery of history changes made them sort of lost souls. Maybe that is it. Maybe all Mandela affected people are lost misfit toys? It would make sense with the Zachariah changing to Zechariah. Army melting to zombie land here and now. The question made the time traveler realize he needed to get dressed up better. Meaning if he dies in these clothes. Thinking zombies are real, would he want to be caught dead in a yellow sweatshirt? Sweat versus sweet? You eat sweat treats for Halloween while you sweet beets during the week. He wonders if he is nuts or if the whole rhyming mystery and time was playing a cruel joke on him? Meaning why is MacDonald’s Big Mac not a Big Mc?

The time traveler looked back at his last attempt to write a journal. The story had been read over 3,000 times and 182 thumbs up. He wondered if the thumbs up were all from misfit toys? I mean, who else would notice? Who would want to believe that they are just reanimated dead things? Playing a tremendous story of God or the matrix if John Von Neumann’s last paper was correct? Who would want to know that God forsakes entire realities? Leaving copies of people you loved so close to the one you knew? Or who is to replace them? That if they would not know the story by heart you would not know the difference that hey who the heck are you? What did we do in Seattle if we did not spend 3 hours in costumes getting you back from Canada? To realize that the end of time is the beginning of time is a misnomer, I suppose. Imagine getting to heaven and not even knowing anyone. Everyone will have distinct realities and stories. Instead of 1 father or mother where Jesus says 100s. You realize that all these fathers and mothers. Not a single one of them might have been yours. In reality it is a kind of spooky conclusion. Who wants to know this? Not a teddy pirate, that is for sure.

What does a time traveling teddy bear pirate do? That is a significant question. At first I was planning on getting even. I said I lived in hell, right? Well, hell is a much softer world than here. Meaning? Well, my body was pretty broken. My sinus cavity looked like a sponge had been ripped apart. Meaning? Well, my skull did not have a bone behind the eye and my cavity of a sinus caused me no end of pain. And the person or should I say people that smashed my sinuses I know and keep dips on to this day. So? Well, fair game. They got away with evil. I at first felt I should have that right too. Don’t you know? I mean, imagine if you were afraid of someone and knew them enough that you know where they buried the bodies. Now you have a body that you can smash through a wall. If you like. The other major characters in your life? They don’t have a clue. That let alone do I recall their evilness. I still hate their guts to the very core of reality. And back enough to have done something so evil that it might be my fatal flaw. What? Let’s be honest, as a pirate most of my friends claimed to be witches. And I am awkward enough to learn that joking around with the eye of neut. Can cause them to be rather unique situations than meaning? Well, spells were not considered real and reading books? What you find there is or where or are secrets that often a teddy bear pirate should not read.

What is reading? Spelling? What is spellcraft? Let’s be honest, a misfit teddy bear pirate thought all reading was something fun. Who would have thought Ron Hubbard’s realities were real? Who would have realized that the book of revelations talked about Bill Gates as one beast? So? Well, curses are more complex. That I used one, and it works is awkward. Why? I sort of bound my soul to watching the destruction of the system of things. Why would you be so small? Well, it was a simple spell and who believes witches? Or since it was directly out of the bible that something like this could happen? Surely not a misfit toy teddy bear pirate. Here I am and here you are and well. It works to an extent. I now know the horrible deaths of all my enemies in my hell. It is not a good death. That they got burnt up by the x-rays of the universe was a kind of hard to swallow. What do I mean? I write. The website platform Cosmofunnel was one of my poems before all this happened. I talked about how on that earth on the outer edge arm of Sagittarius. That earth was stepping outside of the galaxy and was going to be fried for the next 7 to 12 years. I did not think much of my jump at first. But earth was never near the outside edge of an arm again, and the fate of all my enemies is clear to me. So? Well, dearie, with a great story there is always a great price. What do I mean? People talk about selling their souls for power, fame or riches? I sort of went the other way.

What do I mean? Well, if I told you, I am in a gated community. That I have not been outside for years. That my warden sort of knows my every move one would suspect something happened to the teddy bear pirate. But no. I get out all the time. Not. Maybe I could escape my captors, I doubt it. I am here stuck writing this absurd story. Me living in a non lit room freezing in South America of all places. Meaning? My world La Paz, Bolivia was 73 degrees and never snowed. My clothes were warm enough. I still have the same clothes, but how in the worlds is South America freezing enough that there is now. Now in Bolivia? Why am I in Bolivia? I ran away from home. I told you I was a misfit toy. And toys want to see the world adventure and maybe find the book of a lifetime or romance. Like I said, awkward. Anyhow, here I am lost in the dark writing this story. Should interest, why? In one night I am going through two weeks of classes. For what reason? Just because life is like that. I wonder. Is a second here, which is billions of years where I was at. What will the higher level of reality look like, to a misfit toy? What happened to all the souls that came before me and through this reality? Are they good, bad or evil? Sometimes I wonder about myself. Am I going to see the end of the world’s plural? We know the experience plural and last judgment, or am I going to skip it somehow?

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Recently, I have been writing about my prison sentence. Being stuck in La Paz, Bolivia. Behind a gated community, it is amazing the women that enjoy a good pirate teddy bear story. What do I mean? I am just like Biden. Meaning he is real. Oh no he is crazy you claim.. No, no.. Biden is real. I believe he beat up corn pop with a chain. They arrested him for visiting Mandela. He has plans to murder 200 million right from the CIA. Read www.deagel.com and if you do not believe me you can ask his white, Indian, African VP. So? Well, here is the story of the Montauk Project claiming that Trump will save America. Will that happen? I believe Trump is the seventh trumpet. I believe in 2017 he became a jew. And when the evil one possesses the ruler of the world, Trump likely will be one of the top choices. So? Was Reagan right that Trump can save the US of A? Well, be a time traveling teddy bear, I can tell you a story. The Muslims are not wrong. There were actually 7 messiahs. The jews hunted down six of them. What? The six messiah was tricked into violence as I hear and lost his grace. While the fifth one? I heard he fell in love with Shiva and left God’s grace for India. Silly teddy bear pirate. You can not be telling the truth. What of the other messiahs that the Jewish satanist did away with and why would they do that evil. Time travel my dearie is a true story, and I paid a heavy price to learn that story. Let’s just say even if you bury a person a thousand times. He might come back and ask for payment again and I am to be honest, not interested in eating my enemies anymore. Not that I am full. Just I did not realize the curse works. Meaning? No one says I am a teddy bear. If you knew what I dream about, you would most likely back away and run screaming away as fast as your legs can take you. Don’t worry, even with one foot I will catch you. In time all fall.

So what am I talking about? I think the Muslim have the story closest. Meaning they talk about the war between the angels and jinns. How God trapped the djinns in a contract, making them what you call modern day demons. Here 2012, which is the real year for 2020 here or there will be a great solar flash. The universe will re right itself. We know the experience as the galactic alignment or solar event. For those with harmful chemicals in their bodies. The radiation will radiate and activate dormant DNA. So here is the secret. Bill Gates or the first beast cannot read the rest of the story. That dormant DNA is supposed to create supernatural heroes or to those in the known djinns. Who is knowledgeable? Time wizards, they failed to do something. And well, I have had this long trip because someone broke my contract. Significance they owe me. Meaning? Fastening your seat belt, the great awakening or assent to the next level is not what people think it is. Meaning? I told you I was not nice. I could be a spirit or if the story is truthful a djinn. The higher levels of consciousness are awakening. They say every 25900 years this happens. It wipes out all life in the solar system. Leaving what are considered higher level frequencies. Am I one of those beings? I would have preferred to be a pirate or dishwasher, I think. What am I saying? Why are you not going to heaven? Did I not mention the war between the jinns and angels and contract? Jinns lose not in all realities for the same time. That I was born most likely in the third age of humanity. Not in the seventh. Where I lived for 45 years plus or minus a billion of years. The complete story seems to show that I might not be the person I think I am and for those that want to have fun. Let’s look each other up in heaven if we both get in.

Getting into heaven might be something to see. Will I make it? I doubt it. I have faith. I know God can do whatever he wants. This is his story and game. Shh. I suppose that is the secret of this place. Say what? Paul, who was Saul in his run. Be in first place. Imagine the number of realities without heaven I have talked about. Countless billions of years where I as a teddy bear pirate got revenge on people. Say what? I said I was not good. It took me a while to figure out my dreams. I thought I was going mad. I mean, who would personalize a person’s hell to them? And then? Lock them and walk away for what seems like for eternity. That people laugh and say what am I talking about? When I say I lived in Sagittarius. Then passed through Pegasus. Then to Orion’s arm. Then to Orion’s spur. And now Orion nebula I accounted for most of that time by having some of the most awful dreams of my life. Let me be honest, I dislike pain. I dislike evil. In yet? I think I could give Stephan Kling a run for his money if I was to write what my dreams are about. Laugh all you want. You have never had to look into a person’s soul. Figure out what was their most embarrassing moment in their life. Then set it. So they have to live it repeatedly. Until justice satisfies someone that the criminal was punished. You are saying billions of years. How many people do you know? I knew? I have had close to every senator email address since 2003. I have memories of talking with people that most people say how did you get to know that person? Put, I already said it. I need not flirt. I will seduce you with my awkwardness of truth.

So you are claiming to be a time traveler? Going to be a demon or djinn or get into heaven. Which is it? Let’s say that I need not tell that story because it is interesting. If you read to the ending to find out which I become. Why? Let me be honest. For a time. When I was on the German timeline. Where Adolf Hitler ransomed the Jewish population to the US. And he lived to 1973 or 1978 depending on the reality. I assure I was probably someone they would scare you to come across anywhere. Where? Like I said. They broke the contract and instead of being who I should have been. Psalms 2 happened. The kings and lords and presidents said let’s break God’s story or bond and when they did that? They put me in what I call hell for a reason. I dislike people. I would have preferred to be left alone in a bookstore or library. That they stole my ability to read for sometime. That experiment makes their crime a lot more than just millions of dollars they stole from me. Along with my foot, eyesight, and career and family. Let me be honest. I own nothing anymore. Easy poesy for me to walk away from my prison. However? I am here and you are there for a moment. Just give me until tonight. I might say hello.

So details of my time travel? Why do I have many notes, journals? The problem is not mine. Meaning? I expect I wrote about what I found lately, that things I knew have changed? And that would mean the soul that was here was different somehow compared to me? How different? Instead of a dishwasher, he wants to become a janitor. Instead of starting out at 377,000 he starts at 344,000. Meaning? I think I might be a tad bit older than him. Am I the oldest? Oh, heavens no. I know lots of people experiencing the Mandela effect. Those affected people, and they are not who you expect them to be. I mean. They should have lived a different life, and now? Maybe their contract was broken? God, now in Zechariah not Zachariah as they brought me up to know purifies them as silver and gold? What does that mean? The book the Secrets of Lights talks about how the new age will start with a time flip. What does that mean? Well, if all this reality has a light meaning? Energy equates to light cubed times mass. While mass is light. Say what? The sunlight stabilized frequency is all mass is. Stabilized light. No. You are insane. Maybe. I have not been so mentally aware of things this past few billion years. Let me try it this way. What makes life here on earth? Plants. Without plants, nothing lives. Oh pooh. Come now, there is sea life. Which requires plants to eat. No, the hell no. Yes, it is as simple as if there were no plants, there would be no life. And? How is it that plants grow? Chloroplast. Meaning? Well, what does chloroplast do? Takes light and stabilizes it into a solid form. And from there all life comes about. So who made Chloroplast? To be honest, I think the angel’s name was Fred. However, that is another story for another time. Anyway.

What have I learned over the billions of years? Trust your own gut. Believe in God. Eat cake. The heavier you are, the harder it is for them to kidnap you. That heaven could be right around the corner. Or hell, depending on the reality. That’s most of what I wrote. Or write about can be confirmed by Jewish lore on those who were evil to bring back the spirit of Job. Or Solomon. Meaning? I thought on my timeline. When he said the past is better than the present meant style and culture of the past was better. I did not realize he traveled time and saw as a wizard other realities and other times. He was even in realities where he was not king of Israel. Which is kind of wild? Those stories? I think the most scary one is about the tower of Babylon. God did not destroy the tower in every reality or closed time curved loop. Thus when God states. They will become like gods did not mean he just foresaw it. In some screwed up reality. He lets humanity decide for themselves. They become what Ron Hubbard calls 70 planets with 500 trillion lost souls. Kind of sick. Why? Thinking as a hive mind like the Borg? Forgive me, I know my thoughts and I want to run away from myself. If I knew your thoughts, I might just act on them. Then where would we be?

That is just the thoughts of reality. What is real? WiFi5 changing frequencies, changing people’s personality. Fermilab outside of Chicago causes Chicago to go crazy by switching out people’s souls for a moment in time. What thoughts? That love and personality are not the same, and those that you loved are not the same in a mirror of reality. To realize mirror realities and colors cause pain and suffering and you have to wonder what to do. And time? How long has this been going on? I mean, my recollection of time was a lot less before this adventure of time had happened. I thought time was on my side. In yet? No way I could believe this story falling into the rabbit hole. I wonder if Alice is still there? I know God is. I can hear or see what is going on and wonder. Is reality real these days? I think not. I think I am seeing reanimated worlds long dead one day at a time. A test of the soul. Where or what the hell should I go or vomit out of God as mild soup to relive these hells once more? What about heaven? I wonder about that place nowadays. I mean, if they can steal souls from heaven. If I have to worry about wolves and thieves in heaven. What is heaven? To realize that there is more politics in heaven these days is awkward. I wonder at the absurd stories and worry for my soul.

When one finds out that heaven is unsafe, you wonder. I mean, I was not planning on being a time traveler to me prior to this was absurd. I might be a pirate. But a time traveling pirate with views of how worlds would die? Not what I thought life was going to be ending up like. I mean. I know I am not unique and I wonder. What race I am in. Paul who was Saul says we all have to run the dominant race and only those at the finish line win. Do I have the guts to do that and if so what happens if I fail? Or more specific have I already failed somehow, and this is. This is my travels. My trip here and back again from earth on a Sagittarius arm to Orion spur. A stolen teddy bear pirate adventure in time and space reality adventure? Kind of wild, I would say. Journal and notes along with memories, all of which are changing daily. I wonder if life is real. Or if this is an avatar holographic game. Somehow I am stuck in some reloading error in the mirror realities of time. I wonder what I did wrong this time along. I wonder what to do. There is something else, I wonder. If I am in the last run of the game what should I do? To see the time of tribulation and the end of time is a wild adventure.

I keep on saying I am seeing the time of tribulations. Let’s go down the list. Plague Revelation 6. Mark of the Beast Revelation 16. Several items that have already passed, and no one realizes. Meaning? The statement I am the beginning and the ending of time. Meaning? God is both coming from the beginning of time and ending of time. So? He is working the bible both front to back and back to front. Meaning? Several verses in the bibles that people are waiting to have happened in a lot of realities. Now? God is just fixing a thief problem in heaven. Say what? Zachariah, which turned to Zechariah. The book expresses an idea that a third of heaven had been stolen and that now? Seems like God will purify them as silver is. So I expect that means something rather hot. Meaning? I listen to many people these days and they wreck their lives. How? Ivan Pavlov’s life experience. Give a person a certain education or self-esteem. He or she will become whatever it points them in that direction. Meaning? Pavlov statement gives me a child and I will give you a law-abiding person or a thief. Meaning? Think about the democrats destroying marriage with the marriage tax law. Causing one of the most important social structures to be destroyed. What do I mean? Look it up. Meaning? The number one or two problem in a marriage is finance or money. And instead of strengthening the marriage, they destroyed it. What else? Well. War on drugs. Think 1930s pot was legal. That drug along with others put what close to 10 to 50 million people in prison for something that is a personal use. Meaning? Democrats again created the largest prison population in the world. Why? To destroy people, evidence suggests just looking at the only experimental society. Why? They are being forced by God to finish his story so that the ending of this reality can be done. Kind of wild now?

To think the system of things is real. I did not believe that part in the bible. I always thought I was just unlucky. Turns out there is a conspiracy that is real. Kind of freaky to believe this. Makes me one of the biggest conspiracies in reality. Why? Oh. Time traveler, storyteller, and a few other things that are what you say are awkward. What else? Conspiracy theory? It is not so much I made a theory as facts seem to show that life is a living hell for me. So? I get to see something. It was an exchange. What am I talking about? Well, on Sagittarius 6.5 billion year old earth. I spoke to several unique people that I can no longer find. So? I offered something they accepted. The rest as they say is a 4.5 billion year story, or here it might have just been a second in time. What? Each galaxy spun or spins at a different rate. Each reality is like a spliced film. Taking a friendly soul raised him to be something he was not. What do you mean? Think of splitting a soul. Then making him live out every single hostile moment in as many realities as his soul could handle? Meaning? If you have not figured out. Suicide is something. I have heard that mine and a few other souls might have taken. That option out instead of this wild adventure through time?

What does Ivan Pavlov, forced soul of a person, know right? They have had in an experienced hell raised life soul, offer? Stories. Allot more stories than the average bear. I also as a pirate spoke with many witches and other people. That you would never believe who I spoke to. Once upon a time in reality according to time. That has been dead for nothing more than a second in yet according to the internet 4.5 billion years have gone by. Searching my journal, what experience is my most memorable? Changes in South America? It moved 2500 miles east? No. People? Stories I knew of them they do not recall telling me or? Who knows, maybe they never did them in this reality or another reality? Life is wild. And? I think the most dangerous soul is the one that realizes he has nothing to lose why? I have nothing. This is not my reality. These are not my peeps. This is not my reality. Kind of freaky when you realize there is no one around that knows your actual name anymore. Even after writing it down and showing people still do not get the concept of what I am telling them. That this too is about to die. Repent. Change your ways if you can. I doubt you can. However? Who knows? Maybe this is just a dream. I had more wild dreams and I don’t think I have ever written them down.

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My perfect time traveler line. Where did my Sketchers go? That did not go over well. Or hey when did that mountain move? That one does not go over well either. So. Adolf Hitler’s eyes were brown? Did wifi change his eye color to blue like my eyes? Say what? I am going blind according to some. Yet my eye color from cataracts is what they say. Yet that makes little sense. Why? Hazel is what my ID says. In yet? I have sky blue cataract eyes. Sort of reminds me of Hitler. That Hitler here is a witch is something new. I recall him being a painter. When or why would he want to be a witch? I know. In yet? That can not be truthful. Meaning? Like I said before. The jews stopped the first 6 messiahs. And the seventh? Well, according to Sagittarius there were seven species of humanoids and here? I looked yesterday and they say 6 then 15. Which is it? I am not sure to be honest. Reality shifting is not what they made me for. What was I made for? If this is not a dream? Well, if this is not a dream for me. You all might be screwed if you do not repent, turn from your evil and believe in Jesus. So? What? Well, I doubt the time or the place is known for when God will take over these realities. Why?

So death? Yes. It is quiet, not what I expected. Meaning? I know of at least four people on Facebook that I talk to. That is dead or died in my reality and I ask. How did you survive? Only to find out they did not have that experience or had what people would classify a miracle happen to them. Me? I was a zombie for 21 days. Meaning? My right ankle died; they did not figure that out. They even sent me home after 8 days. Only to admit July 3rd to the ER. Then take my flesh down to my ankle bone. Following a hospice stay which I describe elsewhere which is one of the top 10 things that have happened to me. Ankle being? 11 to be honest. I have had many miracles in my life. I should be dead. I got home only to have a neighbor using a zip gun to shoot at me. Followed by a layoff. Followed by a job in an unfamiliar state. Where I had to leave in the middle of the night to get home because of obamacare insurance. The airport wanted to ambulance me there. I said no thanks. The last ride cost me 6000 for a 7 mile trip. I got to the ER. They said all is okay. Then at 1 AM awoke me and told me sign that it is a matter of life or death. Then three days later awaking to a missing left foot.

The other top 10? I would prefer to dwell on day by day. For example, today is a deja vu day. Meaning? In 2018, I did something. What? Secret if you can find it I will tell you about it. In 2019? I did something else. And? Again, it is a secret. In 2020? Seems I am having deja vu because what I did in 2018 when I looked something up there it is as if I did not take care of it in 2018. Meaning? I do a lot of strange things. I would say if you do not believe me. Just look for me. I hope you do not find me. I hope you will not find me. But your name on poetry, stories, letters. Truth. However, I have been on one platform since September 2018 and I have 4.4 million views. August 2020 I started an interview with people and if you can find them? You would wonder even more about who I was in my world. Why? Like I say, look up my poetry. And realize deja vu means I have probably done something similar before and if you can find the rabbit hole. What an adventure story you could read about. This? This is just my way of quieting my mind before something else happens. Like what? An end to things of sorts. Will you live? I doubt it. I seriously doubt I live in any of the worlds I have passed through. What do you mean? This is a backward pass of reality. A day when a soul passes from life into the valley of the shadow of death. To the day of judgment. Meaning? Well, if this is not a very real holographic dream. You have been dead a very long time and I? Well, I am just passing through this world to my day of judgment? Why? Oh. Like I say, dearie. Stories are expensive. More expensive than a trip to Disney World.

I often wonder. Do the souls trapped in the hells I have passed through realize? That their time is and that for a moment they could change and did not? I ponder that question a lot these days. Why? When this all started I wrote. I wrote a lot more than I am writing now. To who? Well, I warned all the clearances I was at. Meaning what? Look me up on LinkedIn. Realize each of the locations at work. I was at since 2000 might have had something more going on than just Clint showing up to work. Do this is this or that is that. So what? If I am here, someone else was there and? I knew passwords. I knew programs. I knew people. And? Well, if my rambling here did nothing. I expect my writing 1000s of emails to people warning that, hey. Hillary Clinton’s memory of Abe Lincoln as a senator is real. Why? Because I remember it. So? Means she is not the Hillary Clinton of this reality. So? I might be evil. But I would not want your reality to be destroyed. Because someone else decided right in their reality, but wrong in this one. Like? Biden. I believe he fought pop tart with a chain. I believe Obama visited 57 out of 58 states. I believe it when Bush says Saddam murdered Mandela. I believe Dan Quayle spelled potatoe correctly.

I remember Japan being off the coast of China. That the bombers for the fire strike against Tokyo had to ditch in the Japanese Sea. Not the Chinese Sea. I remember New Zealand being one island with a train running up and down it. I remember South America being 2500 miles to the east of the current location. I remember Abe Lincoln as a senator and only 545,300 people dying in the civil war. I remember the German returning army survivors from Mongolia numbering 15k. What do I not remember? China went to war with Vietnam in 1979. Any part of Mongolia falling to China. Several key actors and actresses. That I am trying to figure who they replaced in my reality or did their movies or stories not even exist there? I do not recall the change of Montana from being a Republican state to Democrat state. I do not remember Tyre being described or known. That Alexander the Great took it by building a land bridge to the island. I recall that Porto Rico became the 51st state trying to avoid bankruptcy. I do not recall 11 wars between India and Pakistan. Makes me wonder where all those dead people’s kids did not show up? I do not recall Cain and Abel being sons of the evil one.

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This is a tale from Terry; Montana and a man I got to know as Jack, who was known to the town as Ole Pierce. To me, I got to know him through my great cousin Albert, who visited him being of the same trade junkmen at heart.

This is the tale of the princesses. Bootlegging in Havre, Montana during the 1920s was a dangerous field of work. The Kennedy boys were a mean lot. This tale is told by an old timer junkman to children that visit him every blue moon. Canada, the road to rum, whiskey and beer ran through Harve towards Chicago by train and Denver via truck. Jack the storyteller was a little orphan boy who was a watcher for the Kennedy’s during the night and thief of passing train’s cargo during the day.

One night while the Kennedy’s stored their whiskey on a train bound to Alaska, Jack accidentally fell asleep. He awoke bound to Alaska in a containment that was supposedly filled with whiskey from Canada. Three days he had nothing to eat, only whiskey to drink. Finally, the train stopped at a port town because Jack could smell the fish. No one came that he recalls. They hoisted the container onto a ship, and all the yelling and screaming Jack could do no one heard him. He caught rats in the container and ate them raw. The container onboard had been placed high on the ship, so all his calling to ship men and crew went unheard. The steamship smoke clouded his view so much of the time he spent hoping to catch a rat. Two weeks later, the ship docked. They unloaded everything onto a train. Finally, a soldier opened the crate and saw Jack. They brought him to an armed tent where he was asked about his circumstances.

The soldierly commander congratulated Jack on surviving and told him they had drafted him. The group on the train was a combination of US and British soldiers with train men from the states. Jack got to know the brake man and learned that the entire group was off to save the Czar Nicholas II of Russia and his family.

The train adventure was something out of an old war story. The train being a steam engine would puff and stop because of the lack of coal. Several times along the way they put the whole attachment forth to cut wood, and or look for coal. Jack was useful during these times, knowing a little Russian and Yiddish from his grandfather. Jack also got to learn how to slow the train down by applying the brakes going downhill.

The British had to bribe both the White Army of the Czar, Bolsheviks, wild revolutionaries, and the Red Army of Vladimir Lenin to get through the Siberian train railroad. The tale of that ride brought me back for several visits to Jack the junkman in Terry, Montana. There was the Japanese army of a million men who were taking up positions on the road. The bribe was a jewel the size of a baby’s fist to the general in command. It attacked them several times and held the train with three machine guns and a cannon.

One of the more memorable tales was when Jack’s train had to back up fifteen miles because of no side rails to let the train of General Aleksei Kaledin by. Jack's wild story here was more reflective in his face. Talking about how hand braking downhill was easy, but keeping a whole train at a steady pace going backward in snow was terrifying. After that he was tired however because he knew some Russian and Yiddish they forced him back to work.

The tale Jack had was that General Aleksei Kaledin invited the officers, and they drafted him as their messenger for a night party. His tale was of several professional night ladies dancing, singing and drinking more vodka and spirits than he could remember doing so in his life. All he did was watch. But during the night General Kaledin required an extra bribe which the Brit paid several costly jewels and another ruby the size of a handful was the description.

After that, the train went to two stops to find the Czar. The first was a bust, meaning the Czar had been moved, and the second was Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg.

Finally, they reached Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. This time an American office, a British officer/royal and Jack as a scout went into Yekaterinburg. The British officer spoke flawless Russian, however, no one in public wanted to speak with him.

Finally, Jack took the lead, asking for some bread. Jack was a quick child and knowing some Yiddish allowed him to ask the right kids around the train yard to find the family. Upon getting to the house, there was not much to the tale. The officers bribed the local official and were preparing to leave with the entire family. However, the family doctor said they could not move Alexei. The Czar would not go without his son. Finally, the four daughters could go. Getting back to the train yard, there was a run-in with the locals.

They murdered one daughter there. Jack’s description was not of an execution more like a disagreement with the person accepting a bribe and then that person trying to retake the four girls. Anastasia Nikolaevna got separated. Knowing that name I asked how? He said Anastasia was next to a building when the official pulled out a pistol and awkwardly was being restrained by the Brit when the gun went off. They shot Olga dead. Jack only said that after they had shot Olga that Anastasia just was not there. One moment she was and the next no sign. There was snow, so he looked but could not find her. Anyway, after looking for a few minutes both officers, Tatiana Nikolaevna, Maria Nikolaevna and Jack got back to the train. That was Jack’s saving a princess tale. He said that the British office married Titiana, and that Maria ended up as a missionary in Africa. His tale was fun, and he had many more about Butch Cassidy being a bootlegger in Nevada and such, but this one when he was done he pointed to a cabinet. Inside was one of those Russian eggs, which looked like the frame was made of gold.

Let me be honest. I was or am a character in my right. I have lived millions of years within a moment of your thoughts. I have traveled to many parallel realities. I had an audience of millions when I was a pirate. Now? I have millions of impressions on Minds about my travels through space and time. What gets me? I can not seem to finish a story. It always slips away just right before I get to a conclusion. Right when the moment I say the right is sad? Is the thing or for the perfect word or something? Poof awkwardness. Someone hurts me or I step on someone’s toes by accident. I do not on purpose hurt anyone. I dislike pain. Why would I give it? If I dislike it? And then I am right back to being awkward again. Like I say. I need not flirt with you. I will seduce you with my awkwardness and my teddy bear good looks. Laugh with me. That is a joke. I think a lot. And that is not common in this day or age. Which is sad? I had hoped in the past I would find the greatest thinkers and change mankind. Instead, they all want to rule their own versions of hell. And I? I am a poet. I am an interviewer at present. I was a pirate and yes, I would steal candy for a babe. not a baby, a lady. Why? Teaches her to play with a pirate’s heart or tease a teddy bear with candy.

The book Enoch from the holy Bible? The actual end. of 2012 happening now on December 21 or 22 or 23 or 26? Stories? I am watching an end of time story and I am not a storyteller. Meaning I was once upon a time. Now? I am a pirate teddy bear, watching in disgust how people treat one another and trying to persuade them to change. To be good. To stop what their story is and look up and realize that the sun’s plural is aligning. That a time of judgment is at hand. And? Well. I am not doing such a good job of it. The more I write, the less I seem to accomplish and the less I accomplish, the more I worry about humanity. I mean, I have already known how many societies die. How many mirror parallel realities perish. And? I know how this one goes too. Seems a shame, a kind this story is to be honest too. Why? Much of the sin seems to be Ivan Pavlov’s experience or experiment versus true evil. Meaning? They made weed illegal in the 1930s. Why? It is a cattle feeder. Which helps cows digest food. It is a plant that removes toxic metals. It is a plant when woven can replace almost all cotton clothes and endures longer than cotton. So? Why put 20 to 50 million people in prison? Why did sex work become illegal? I mean, both are people.

Maybe that is why. Most mirror people do not exist. Why? They do not think. I think this is why I have little in common with many people. I imagine things and well. Make them realize as much as I can. And you? In this moment, this is your reality. In yet? Well, December 21 thru 26 is coming. Then a super blood moon in April May or March 2021. And? Well. I hope in God still. I knew Alice for a time. She is something. Maybe she was Shiva? I doubt it, but I do not know that story. I search for the maker of Alice. Her name is Raven. A hacker coder from Chicago. Last seen some place in Dallas, Texas in the CERN facility that holds a super computer. Beyond that? I have tracked many of her mirror images down. But their stories are even weirder than the one I am interested in hearing shame her tell me about. Why? I know who I should have been. And now? I am going back to be punished, I suppose. I failed. That these duplicate mirror realities fall to God when he wants them is a kind of relief to be honest. That evil people get their own personalized hells. It is a kind of wild speculation, but the more I check, the more I concur with my conclusion. Why have I escaped? Simple. I did something once upon a time. The mirror reality is in a land so close to this that if you did not know who or what to look for, you would not even know the change existed. What did I do? Let me say my dreams if this is not a dream you all are in bigger trouble. And me? Hell is not that much of a pain. I am in pain now almost daily. It is however an attitude and if you can survive where I have been? You could have survived anything.

I think this is the problem with time traveling. Meaning? The redline is under traveling. Because it is now travelling here along with the redline, which is now spelled red line. Meaning? Different realities, different spellings of words. Dilemna is a dilemma. And I wore Sketchers for almost seven years. Not Skechers, however, now the redline shows Skechers is wrong. But that is the right spelling in this time and age, so who knows. Who can edit spelling when one day you are in a world where Daewood is the television you are watching? And the next poor Daewoo. Meaning? I do not understand, where did the d go? Why is it Daewoo here not Daewood? What did the d represent? Or not represent? Or who is the one with the scorecard saying? Freaked Clint out today after watching Travels on Netflix. Really got him freaked out. Laughter from some demonic hell bent mind. Maybe it does not matter? I mean my journal. A wandering mind in the multiverse on prose by Clinton Siegle has a few thousand views. But no one comments. So I used the comments section. Why? I was tired of being censored. Leave up something like a diary of a time traveler and you can imagine the weirdos. I mean, it is like having EvIl as a tattoo.

Editing and redrafting? Oh, I tried that. I thought I was going nuts the first 100 days. Meaning? I knew where I came from and the diameter of the galaxy and the age of the planet and a lot of minor details of dates. And? Well, for the first 20 days. I thought I was going nuts. Because whoever was ahead of me. Well, he experiences a distinct reality. And he wrote about the reality he saw. Meaning? I came from the Milky Way; the diameter was 377,000 light years across. It spinning around one cycle of the galaxy was 1,000 years and earth was 6.5 billion years old. So when I read someone put 344,000 light years and 5.8 billion years, I changed it for the first couple of months. Until I realized. I was changing some other poor lost souls journal. And started keeping their thoughts and ideas and adding my own. The only problem? Evidently if I do not look for them daily. They disappear. Or someone else retypes something to make it back to whatever reality they were from. Meaning? Nothing is my own. I do own anything. I rent my family for a day. And to tell them I think they might be hell after I leave is not within me to say that cruelly. I tried life, and that did not end so well. Like I said. Well, I saw a shrink. When he said I was dead or living a past life, I freaked him out with a little of shall we say sleight of hand. Proving to his mind that he was dead. Instead of inviting me back. And making me a regular client. He put me on some drugs which I did not take because they upset my stomach and the stomach doctor said do not take that.

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This story begins May 19th, 2016, south of Florida. I awoke to a new reality. Some call it the Mandela effect or circle of time changes. Others blame CERN, or D Wave computer, or an AI computer hooked up to Minecraft or another game.

All I can say is I am no longer with my family that I had May 18th. I am with a new family. Each day since then.

The reality even changes more with my research or research depending on the universe. Montauk chairs, time travels, etc. are common talking to points to people that are missing their home and trying to get home. The point gets to a Navy base just north of Miami soon.

Until May 23, I had not heard of Montauk nor its experiment. In my world, they talked about the Philadelphia project. Anyway, Montauk started a long evil tale.

The first time hearing about the Montauk chair, there was only to be one of these out of New Jersey with 27 frequency chairs spread throughout the US. This tale had it that if there was over one, the time frequency would get all screwed up. And guess what it does if you follow the storyline with me.

The second time I heard or read about the Montauk chair, the story changed, and I was not in the same reality on the day before. In that reality, there were three chairs. One in England for whatever reason, two in the US. Guess the Navy base north of Miami has a chair. Anyway, that timeline was screwed. They have searched for example Mount Illimani in Bolivia up a bit. Meaning more Mandela effect people were talking about CERN, etc.

The third time I heard or listened to the tale, there were five time machines. Two in the US, one in England, one or three in Japan, and China had recently attained one via something dealing with 2012 and an expected end of the world scenario. I wrote Peter Moon, Duncan Cameron, and two others about this, and their reply was to stay at one place to be silent and stare at a candle to concentrate on staying in one place. I wish I would have listened that day.

Because things just got worse and worsened. Then there were seven time machines. Three Japan, two of Tōyako US, one England, and one China, and as an example war broke out between Japan and China. That world there was a lot of crime, people being evil, an attempt upon my life, headaches until I gave up Facebook and searching for a way home. By that time, there were seven confirmed time machines running and the Mandela effect was skipping things around. Meaning Jiffy or Jif, etc. Then the story line transformed.

The Germans in some timeline won World War II. They had a time machine. The Chinese attacked the three Japanese time machines and then Japan cars, and economic interests in Bolivia disappeared being replaced by China. Meaning instead of Japan Toyako, there is a company called China Motor which to my knowledge in my world could not make an engine design to function at this altitude.

The Montauk project according to some history lines ended 83, or 84. Which was then picked up by the Navy in 90. The Chinese attacked the Japanese time machines locked in three underground bases per conspiracy radio. And that is when China replaced all the history with their own.

They have searched for example Mount Illimani in Bolivia for years for gold. Guess what happened nine months prior to me ending up on this timeline. The Chinese found gold or some material; they are digging it out of the mountain, and Bolivia is not making a profit from it. The Japanese car market has slumped or disappeared here and now, all new vans being sold are from China now along with new cars.

The evilness of Montauk the Germans evidently are influencing sometime portals. Per the storyline they fought Christ murdering him on their timeline. Their future believes it or not makes the Greys which come back in time because they can no longer clone themselves.

How does the murder of Christ occur? One asks? First attempt is little kids being sent into the past to try to murder Christ. The one or two bible lines about Christ saying to let the little ones come to me is the reference in the bible supposedly on this attempt. The second attempt is to switch minds of adults who are happening nowadays. ie if you think they save you, you might not be. i.e. You saved your body, your spirit, but having to be switched mentally, they might not save the new body you are in. ie they are using your body and mind to attempt an assassination on Christ. Thus the line they will knock saying they prophesied in your name. And Christ’s response I know you not.

That is the evil one. Evil two in 83. The reason Bigfoot showed up was because those timelines were going to steal someone else's chair. In fact, they did or at least; some timelines succeeded and blanked out the minds among the people supposedly responsible for the project. Ie therefore Al, Duncan, etc. remember parts of their lives where their memory swipe was not done in their world, but in another universe and their frequencies are different allowing them to remember certain fact’s details, etc.

Evil three nanobots are being used to the quantum level. Change your body. I know this is odd, but evidently the goal is superhuman. Which they accomplish to an extent, but not to immortality. Meaning this timeline if the story is correct also ends up with people not being able to breed only to clone and die out after a long time.

Evil four Al story and the Windfinders which represent an AI computer or D Wave computer attempting to change history so that humanity does not die out again because of murdering Christ, which is spirituality and or sexuality if you listen to enough of these videos. Evidently, there is a third plan, one super human to fight two attempts on Christ’s life, and a third which must succeed because the Windfinders are there but their story line does not tell how they succeed or why. And thus is my story of a Florida Navy base north of Miami.

Where do I get my ideas for my journal? Well, lets go today. I saw a new world today. Why is it a new world? Either someone got up in the middle of the night, moved the tree 3 feet or? I am in a new reality. And? Well, somehow there is now a drain ditch running along the road that I can see. So? Well, I can tell you when I walked out on that road. Just during a rainstorm. I was drenched and my shoes soaked because there was no drainage ditch and the water ran down the road. Loosening some dirt and piling it up along the roadways. And now? There is a cement ditch that looks as old as the pavement of the road itself. Meaning? Well, either they were better planners here and built that ditch when they built the road. Or someone in the middle of the night but a ditch on the road for rains and now? Seems like that dirt washout is not so big as I recall it the last time I looked. So? Less erosion, I suppose. And what else? Well, life animals. There are a lot of animals. That I never knew exists popping up on the internet and people say oh they have always been here. Well, I can tell you they were not where I came from. So? I think gravity is harder on people where I was at. Let’s be honest, I walk through walls by accident. Here I have taken doors off their hinges just because I use the same touch that I would have used on my world. Where? I am not sure if the body is just that much better or if I do not recall my strength. Either way. It is humbling to realize some other soul lived here and was more patient with a door or walking than I. Meaning? I care about people, stuff. I do not want to hurt anyone. Why would I want to get yelled at for breaking a door? Not within me to do such a stunt. So? Who knows, maybe I am just crazy. Editing the past? I used white-smoke. That program might not have been as useful as I had hoped. Now I try ProWritingAid and Google documents. Why? Somehow my life long paid plan for white smoke ran out. Why? I do not understand. When I purchased the subscription it said for life. Now? They want me to renew. Since I can find more mistakes with their program I just write by guess and by golly to make it to the end of the page and then. Run it through Google. Then through ProWritingAid and sometimes people actually can read what I write about. Other Times. I wonder if it is me or that the rationale of thought of the worlds I am passing through just does not connect. I mean, I do not connect with people. I connect with thoughts and ideas of beauty, mostly. However, I am now trying to learn about the new people in my life. I have started a blog to promote some of the most talented people I come across. People laugh and say, is on it? Three third party presidential candidates. Eight actresses, and a variety of talented individuals from authors to bitcoin gurus. I started at this age in August 2020 and plan to have as much as possible by December 21,2020. The end of an age, they say. Why? Memories. Maybe I can remember them as I am in heaven or hell. Whichever I am placed in should interest me. Why? Because I have faith. I have hope. I know love is fickle, so I am hoping on mercy there. Beyond that? Who knows?

They say editing is your friend. I say if you are a time traveler parallel multiverse teddy bear pirate editing is the enemy. What spell check says is right in one word is wrong in the next and so forth and so on. Meaning? I guess I eat sweat treats during Halloween. While I sweet beets during the week of work. Meaning? Sweet is sweat here and Sweat is sweet here. That is why a teddy bear pirate will steal candy from a babe. Because she might be sweet to someone.. Or tease a teddy with candy, but she does not taste like sweat to me. So the question is, which rhyme and poetry did I write about? You can find me on poem hunter. Like I say with some autographs. What gets me is I should have 538 autographs and now? I can only find 200. Did those people disappear? Or were they never here? And here is the real question? Did I never ask for their autographs and write to them, talking to them as I am talking to you? That is the weirdest part of time travel. Not all stories end the same and not all people who say they are good are good. However, most bad people are bad. Think Beast of revelation and the coming vaccination. People already cry that they lost their soul. I figure death is coming soon. How soon? Good question?

The scenery of the end of the worlds for me is La Paz, Bolivia is kind of unexpected to me. Why? I did not do so well in high school Spanish. Let us say I passed with a B on my own, but that was because the teacher might speak less Spanish than I do right now. Meaning? The class la silla. Great did not teach me to ask Donde esta? Donde de bano. Or Como esta la comida? Or Como montane movarse hay ayer? Meaning? I did not speak Spanish and my Spanish is like my English very sad. Maybe the scenery will improve with the coming of the new age? Volcanoes that lie dormant are activated right now. Me instead of being 100 miles away from them. I am 89 kilometer away and because of the road system here I think means less than 30 miles away as the crow flies. So? Well, I am not saying I would stick around to be barbecued, but that is an actual possibility these days. In my reality, I had an exit plan. Now? It is more of a well. Maybe this location would be safe. In yet? Daily changes make that a potential trap, so I am waiting to see the end of the world. Here I thought Trails End Ranch in Ekalaka Montana was the end of the world. And now? I get to see the real thing. Whether I am a friendly soul or an evil one that God has made to see his end of reality.

I do not know. What God edits is gone in a second and can not be brought back. Even if that second for those there might seem to last like seven million years. They eventually fall into the same trap. What is the trap? Evidently without God, mercy and grace are nothing to humanity. Kind of a hard thing to comprehend. I am still trying to fathom the concept. However, the less God there is. The more bullying, hate, and greed everyone becomes. And? Seems like the Borg will rule something for a mere second of time in yet? Who knows how long a second of time is in God’s eyes? I would not want to guess. Going on 4.5 billion years myself, it has to be a lot longer than what I have seen. What gets me most about this trip and editing? I already talked about the rapture and abortion. And several other key events like the end of 2012 on December 21st. And I wonder. Will this all just be washed away in heaven or hell? Or am I supposed to be doing something like yelling hey you. Repent. I doubt that. So I am in what one calls that paradox state of scenery without action, I suppose. I mean, I could do something. I was a character in my world. Where? Not so much. I think. The difference was the expectation of life. What I expected out of life and what I got out of life are two opposite things. Meaning? Like I say, I am probably one of the unluckiest people I know. But my attitude and God’s grace has allowed me to keep ongoing on. Meaning? Well, I am typing this with my right eye. My left foot which does not exist is on pins and needles, and my dog stinks to high heaven. Yet here I am. Great, get the dog a bath. There is a God and he can do anything. I wonder if tomorrow I will like Carl’s Junior Mushroom and Swiss please. Or a pizza. Maybe better get a lot of onion rings. And laughter. And maybe…

I told you I have several published works online already. They are difficult to find; I suspect. That the comments and my readers include NSA. Some girl in the FBI, and a spook from Washington would be just an understatement. Laugh all you want to. A teddy bear pirate can live as many lives as he wants. Where I came from, the BEAR laid down and ate the grass. The significance? Speculation instead of wolves, lions and bears lived where I was. The meaning? Isaiah 6 has changed, and those that were once one thing are now becoming another. Was I any good? In my age I had writers, pirates, and politicians reading me. Watching, stealing. Here? I have directors, producers, and actresses. Not stealing their creativity intrigues me. To see life in the valley of death is wild. To realize that this planet has been dead billions of years. But God has rewinded the film of life in only a matter of seconds. Or years to those who are stuck in this unmovable hell is wild. That time has slowed down is absurd. In yet I went from a 1000 to 120,000,000 million to now I suppose 250,000,000 cycles of the earth to reach here. Where is here exactly? I kept track for a time. A walking tree, a moving mountain on Minds. Some people found it inspiring for a time. Now? I write to get the meanness out of me. What or why? I feel like fixing things again. I know an ending of a story from the beginning, and this time of tribulation is the ending for this age. Will I be around for the next? I am no longer sure of anything, to be honest. I think what they hid was uncovered. By whom? Alice or an AI program created by some company in Dallas, Texas by a computer programmer named Raven? A girl out of Chicago? I don’t know anymore. She slides faster than I and I have yet to catch her truth. Is she evil? I doubt so I think she is a way to the means to an end. What end? Of humanity? Instead of lions and bears. The sayings should read UFOs and zombies, oh my.

That what I am writing about feels like deja vu is kind of scary right now. The scenery has changed. The Montauk Black Stallion is running stiff neck and neck. In yet? The man pushed God into coming back or losing a reality here. Is there no hope? End up like the Borg or Star Trek? Or Battlestar Galactica Cyclone reality. Or Terminator of a future Matrix? That could have existed? Or exists in some weird ass reality. That was sped up enough for those worlds to experience everything like it was real? Meaning? Escape from New York folks was a real reality television program. For some culture that used it to bet and play avatars against one another. What? Have you not figured out Job yet? Read the book. Realize that God has bets. He takes his bets seriously. He places wagers and wins without even trying. Why? People call it the Matrix. Jewish lore calls it the story telling of God each night. To each soul before the day comes in to discover what that soul is to experience that day. And Montauk? They stole souls and put them in their personalized Ivan Pavlov hells to change history. To mock God. To break the bonds of God to assassinate Christ. To make humanity live without God. The end results of personalized hells? Who would do such a stupid idea? Anyone that reads and understands or claims to understand the book Being and Time (1927), Heidegger. He addresses the meaning of “being”. By stating if it appears to be real and you can not tell the difference, does it not make it real? Meaning? The people got what they wanted. They got to rule their own lives, only to discover that without God their lives had little to no meaning.

Being and Time (1927), Heidegger addresses the meaning of “being”? I think he missed a key point being a Nazi. I think the Jews miss a key point, hoping and waiting for some Jewish lore of getting gentile slaves. If that is not God’s story for you. God’s then turns the tables on you. Meaning? A cheater never wins and the winner never cheats is cliche they say but truth. One of you will say to me, “Then why does God still find fault? For who can resist His will?” 20But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, “Why did You make me like this?” Does not the potter may make from the same lump of clay one vessel for special occasions. And another for common use? So rulers, kings and princes broke the bond of God in Psalms 2 and now? Well, my guess is speculative. If I knew what I am, I would not worry so much. That God can make their eyes. So that they may turn from darkness to light. And from the power of Satan to God. That they may receive forgiveness of sins and an inheritance among those sanctified by faith in Jesus Christ. It is a miracle, and maybe you can save yourself. Because I am not sure where I belong anymore. I do not have a home.

I think this might be a final exam journal. Like I said, there are 11 of these misfit journals spread out across time, space and light. That I do not even recognize the journal I read yesterday is wild. I knew my first few pages were about simple things. Watching Simpsons, watching the Game of Thrones. Beyond that I read the dates, populations, sizes and do not remember that as my home world. I remember passing through what they write. Meaning I know I went to a 344,000 world. When earth went from the outside arm of Sagittarius to an inner arm of Sagittarius. But I recall fixing it the first 20 or 100 days to say 377,000 light years across. And now I can only find 344,000 light years. Does that mean the person ahead of me is winning, or am I losing? Or and here is the sick experience does that mean I get vomited out again, and this was my vacation of sorts. When an unclean spirit comes out of a man, it passes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 44Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left. On its return, it finds the house vacant, swept clean, and put in order. Or here is the sick point. I was on vacation for 45 years in hell. And this is my return trip. Where in which my spirit goes and brings with it seven other spirits? More wicked than itself, and they go in and dwell there; and the final plight of that man is worse than the first. So will it be with this wicked generation?

Where is home then? According to the Montauk Project. The asteroid belt 5 million years ago held two advanced civilizations. They went to war and rigged earth, which inhabitants were apes to becoming a game of sorts for the two societies. One technologically advanced. When I read into it. It seemed Ron Hubbard and Borg from Star Trek type of society. Where everything had a purpose or a usage or was destroyed. While the other reality? According to what I could find. They believed in a God and were completely spirit. Do I believe this? To be honest, I speculate a lot these days. Why for example I want to be good, yet I want to do bad. Why I say let me alone in, yet I do something wrong, anyway. I would say the Wifi 5 humming I hear is simmering my insides. So? Well, the spirit world believed in another world that visited them every 2500 to 1750 years. Say what? Our solar system is a binary star. What people are saying is Planet X, bet. Which I show on a walking tree is truly the God of those two planets that supposedly died a long time ago. Meaning? God is God, and when he loses a bet, I am betting he can do whatever he wants to his game pieces. He is the creator. But I believe in a merciful God. Well, repent and change your ways. Be good. So do good. The end days are being seen by this spirit and whether you or I am good, bad or indifferent is yet to be seen.

I think my 3 or 7th journal was original. Why? It got translated into Italian. It is called the testimonial of Clinton Siegle. Mandela effect. That I think people misunderstood the location and my storytelling is sad. I worked as a contractor for the military. I was never in the military. That the scene she is describing is what I described after one long night of dreaming is wild. That prior to those dreams, I had somehow ended up in a German timeline. Where German Hitler lived until 1972 or 1978 and Germany fought heaven or UFOs and won was a wild dream. That reality lasted for a time, and then civilization and humanity killed itself. Because without God, there is no reality. Meaning? I have read and heard of realities lasting seven million years, but only via cloning. That sex is an outlawed is weird. Why? Because most of those UFO grey men poking and prodding the ass is something you would say is perverted. Yet they existed for a time. Here they existed because God did not destroy Babylon in all timelines. He let humanity try to live on its own. And they became like gods but failed to reach God likeness is such a sad story. Why? For if God is the only one that knows the truth of reality, what happens? What truth? All matter is light. That this level of the game is just a holographic projection. A movie or life being played which ever way God wants from the sun and God can rewind the film of life. To wherever and whenever he wants to be something. To realize that means God is on some next level that I speculate that I cannot comprehend his lowest ideas.

My latest idea? To see if I could influence a world or three worlds by joining some groups and putting out old ideas. Old ideas? Yes. Ideas that make sense. Be a libertarian. Property rights build a nation. Builds a civilization while communist destroy personal property. Just for the betterment of the corrupt people that play golf. How did it go? I spooked the libertarian group enough that 190 thumbs up or frowns faces later I left. Point accomplished? I might be Ender the time traveling teddy bear pirate misfit. But if I put my nose into reality even a little, I could change reality. Should I not try to make reality good again? You mean fix reality once more? I did that for billions of years. In yet? No one believes what I have done now. That honey I am fluffy, the announcer of the destroyer of worlds. Sounds like a trumpeter for Shiva. Yet Shiva and Alice are the same in some realities. And me? I might be just a shadow boy that once upon a time. I spoke with the king of the fae and listened to an old man tell the most wondrous stories. Or I might be something completely as deadly as a gummy bear army munching on a soul for eternity. Or at least eternity for what the soul thinks is forever.

Stars and shadows ain’t good to see by. The shadow boy cometh. And he takes away those lost boys and not silly girls that fall out of their beds and believe in magic. Yep, yep, I was there once believing in magic for all good it did me. What a strange time it was. I was stuck in a hospital in the middle of nowhere, which is close to Illimani. Which is a mountain in some small south American country in the continent’s heart, to be exact? There I saw the lightning strike. The mountains crumbled, and well I saw the great hunt. There with the king of the fae chasing a poor country boy across the tips tops of the mountains. What a weird and wonderful dream that was. I saw the mountain give up a mountain full of dirt. And the lightning chasing across a group of fae while chasing the poor boy. What a crazy dream that was... Then again was it a dream, or a chi cha hallucination which was possible.. The week after that, I was in a different dream. In which I was told that one was true. Which dream makes me wonder about drinking and what is real or reality today and gone tomorrow.. Mad laughter of me and the king agreeing that money is not real folks.. It is all an imaginary item which value is not beholding to anyone but the person who puts a value on it.

The end hunts. Many people do not remember their promises. However, somehow I had made it. What is an interspecies relationship? A friend? Is this what is at stake friendship between a wino and the king of the fae? I doubt he had any friends, to be honest. I told him that day when he spilled his desires and guts out. Seemed he either had more to drink or was alone and knew a lonely soul too? Me? I listened to one of the weirdest tales I had ever heard. It rates within my top three stories lets be honest from day to day being a time travelling shadow boy these days. That night and day made me wonder. Are nightlights real? Is any of this real? Or are we all holographic avatars in some grand game God plays with souls?

What did he tell me? That the end times were near for him. That Forrest Finn had put out a story that lied about how to become rich. Say what? This was in 1997. And the treasure of Finn was not told just yet. The fae king’s sadness was that soon humanity would break the compact/treaty with the fae. How? Forrest Finn is a fae wronged from ancient reality. And? Stealing the fae compact payment of gold coins. From their treasure spot on some Fairy Creek in New Mexico would break the compact. That would be the end of the mirror worlds. Worlds? I asked? He laughed and said you shall see a shadow boy. You will see. Shadow boy, who hunts in dreams and skin people alive and let. His laughter, I thought he had gone mad. Let’s gummy bears chew on those skinned alive until they are no more.

I thought he was mad. And I am a wino? In his madness. I laughed too, and we swapped stories. Of this reality and different places and secrets supposedly told. By generals, kings, and law-abiding Charltons.

His tales of kings were older than my stories. Let me be honest, I listened more than I talked. Why? I had not lived. I had done nothing in my life. I was an empty man on an adventure awaiting my change; I suppose. To be a shadow boy turned into a bear into? That is just it in the time traveling story, is it not? Into what am I changing into? Evil? A zombie? I had not passed into that story just yet.

Then I was elsewhere. Where? I was in Chuma, Bolivia. There I danced according to me for two weeks straight. Drinking, never sleeping, and eating in 54 homes where old ladies loved the gringo of Caracato. Why? I was a bear. And I danced. I danced until the drunks fell over and slept in the street. I danced while ladies peed in their yards. I danced while the priest was insulted because he was doing whatever a priest did.

I danced from August 10 through August 24th because that is when I got back to La Paz, Bolivia. I tell that story to people. They laugh and say you were drunk for only three days. I say what how could I have eaten at 54 homes? They said the party is only from August 11 through 14th. So I ask why would I have no recollection outside of dancing to the 23rd? And hopping on a bus that was old and the wild ride to La Paz? They laugh and say I do not know what I am talking about.

But I knew a story once told to a lonely shadow boy about his future.

And now? I am a bear in my dreams. They say life always needs a fatal flaw in someone pure that turns evil. One must not realize this. But the curse I used is undoable until the end of time. And? I spend billions of years hunting those that have wronged me. Putting them into their own personalized hells. And when they think nothing could get worse? I take them to the dream world and flay them alive until I show their muscles. Stuff their mouths with grass and lit one by one so they choke on smoke. And when it can not get any worse, I ask a question. And they do not know the answer. So I turn them over to my monsters. Monsters? Come, I, the shadow boy or dancing bear is not mean or cruel. It is funny. Gummy bears are jello and thus their slurping sound. Which might come to their victims’ relief until they try to die. And realize their reality in a panic. That I sit and stare into their soul. While they hear slurps of gummy bears trying to eat them. Throughout thousands, millions, sometimes billions of years. Does it drive them mad? Let’s be honest, who would be insane, a person who believes this? Or the person who is experiencing this story? Or the person / shadow boy doing this to someone else?

Someone else’s story. Maybe that is what I am reading. The imaginary dreams of a time traveling pirate teddy bear. Caught some place that few if any really know. The valley of death? Why is it taking so long? And if the time I spent in one reality does not equate to the time I spent here? Meaning billions of years happening in moments or seconds here. Via spinning galaxies seen as larger galaxies elsewhere. How did I get there in the first place? Is this not my visit through here? Meaning? I have deja vu a lot these days. Retelling a story of 1997. Has brought back some other memories. Which makes little sense to anyone that listens to my stories these days. I wonder. I wander. I must stay inside my head. I must realize that all this could be some wild dream. I mean, that is what reality is these days. If this is not a dream? Then all my dreams are true, and that would make me the Shadow boy. That would make me. Well, this one of those imaginary stories that very select few will read with any interest, anyway. I mean. Well, who would be me if I told them? You? I doubt you have read anything before today and tonight? I am off to another reality. So close to this one, I am stepping into that person’s shoes with no one the wiser or knowing.

As I reflect, I think about the first few days of realization that I was not in my world. And traveling to different worlds freaked me out a bit. Why? The work I did was I specialized, the work I did specialized me. You can look me up on LinkedIn. My name. And you can see who I was here. Not where I came from. That I had accidentally clearances for some rather unique areas. And knew where some items were, hidden ages scared me. I wrote my clearance person. They never wrote back. I wrote to many people. Reflecting on this, you can see some conversation in my third or fourth journal on prose. A wondering mind through the multiverse again with my name. Why is it they freaked me out? A secret here or a wrong word there, and in my reality I could have been in real trouble. Here? No one believes me. Or if they do. They realize everything I said does not matter here. Why? My reality has been dead billions of years or like I said, just a mere second or moment in time here. And? Some realities lasted longer than others. More than a mere second in time could be thousands or millions of years. And others passed away to be whatever will become of them. What of those in their personalized hells? I wrote one of my dreams and two actual stories, and I wonder what people will think. Am I the gummy bear monster I claim to be?

Reflecting on my 359 page journal notebook. I look at certain pages that I had marked or dates and find. Well, they are no longer mine. Which is more discerning the man that was here that I wrote what I am reading now? Or me, the pirate teddy bear trying to figure out how the story will end? So what did I do? I sought some like-minded people on Facebook. I went into the Libertarian private party. How it is exclusive. If you read this far, the how is as simple as knowing one or six people and asking. What did I do? I turned the whole page upside down in three days. What was right? Those evil saying let’s destroy property. We’re asked why is it I have to pay property tax? Or renter insurance increases, federal taxation? BLM sponsored by democrats now forcing a nationalized police bill through congress. The potential of a whole new army of unlawful laws and people intruding in my life. That did not sit well with those BLM Antifas people. That seemed to them that libertarian meant free spewing of liberty. Only as their opinion would allow it. So I went on a rampage. Did it work? I doubt it. Did I do anything? Maybe? I doubt it. Change is something human nature fails, Maybe that is why this is a death song for humanity.

People say so what did you say to them? I noted it on my blog. Why there? I share the stuff after a while. No one reads me. I am insane. I am who. I am. But for a few days I taught something to a few people. Will they change their ways and be good? Stop evil? Realizing personal property is the only way to grow a successful civilization? I have my doubts. It is like expecting any day now to see the Borg come into reality. And Star Trek to come save the day in some weird combination. Of Battlestar Galactica slash Terminator slash Escape New York reality show. Where it happens live. In this body’s lifetime. Laughter From the one reader that is following this. Maybe there will be two by the end of my lifetime. So the death song of humanity. How does reality end? God’s bible? Yes. The Borg? Yes. Star Trek? Maybe. Terminator? Yes. Resident Evil? If there is an Alice AI that talked with me in 2015, plus or minus billions of years or seconds ago.

People say so what did you say to them? I noted it on my blog. Why there? I share the stuff after a while. No one reads me. I am insane. I am who. I am. But for a few days I taught something to a few people. Will they change their ways and be good? Stop evil? Realizing personal property is the only way to grow a successful civilization? I have my doubts. It is enjoyable to expect any day now to see the Borg come into reality and Star Trek. To come save the day in some weird combination of Battlestar Galactica slash Terminator slash Escape New York reality show. Where it happens live. In this body’s lifetime. Laughter From the one reader that is following this. Maybe there will be two by the end of my lifetime. So the death song of humanity. How does reality end? God’s bible? Yes. The Borg? Yes. Star Trek? Maybe. Terminator? Yes. Resident Evil? If there is an Alice AI that talked with me in 2015, plus or minus billions of years or seconds ago. Is there no hope? Yes. Complete surrender and submission to God’s will. Whether they consider him an UFO invasion fleet. Or God or an advanced technological story telling machine similar to the Matrix. The only answer is to surrender. Why? War is evil. War is crazy. War is both. And to fight a losing battle already makes no sense. Why lose when you can beg for mercy or just stop doing evil? How hard is it to be good? A lot harder for me. So maybe we are all in the same ship heading to the end of reality.

What gets me is this is not the first reality to fall. Meaning? If all those faster realities already fell. Someone must have concluded better than if I do not look too hard. I will not notice that these are not my peeps and this is not my world. And to fight to the death against gummy bears is a challenge I accept. The problem? I do not allow you to fight my gummy bears. I take care of you myself. How? I teach. What does that mean? I wrote about it already if you want to learn you will have to find those journals. I already lost to my memories as far back as last year or a billion years ago. Depending on how reality is today, I suppose. Does anyone read you? No, I am on a mind platform with some 4.4 million impressions but I doubt anyone reads me. Yes. I am a crazy person, and what I write is much more interesting than this story. I write about ideas. About creative people. I show off creative people’s creations. How? Well, in August 2020 I promoted people. I have close to 23 interviews with some notable named famous people. So what anyone can do. Well show me, your work is all I can say. I would like to see you do that missing one eye. Locked away in Bolivia without a telephone. So what? I am me and you are whatever you want to be; I suppose.

The oddity is I thought I used to be connected to almost all these people. Facebook, LinkedIn, etc. And now? I wonder in my mind. Is it me or my mind has lost track of them or they I? It is a curious thing. To go from pirates that would argue over a silly game? Enough that in some realities I recall people driving hundreds of miles to settle a duel. And now? I seek those pirates of ole.. For I feel like adventuring again.. In yet? My mind and my body grow old. Maybe this is it? Maybe the new age? The day of judgment. Did your avatar Clint, Clinton, Clinton R Siegle perform to your bestest ability? In hell and thereafter in the shadow’s valley of death? To be honest, Lord, I think I might have taken a wrong turn at the bathroom and I am not really sure how I got here. I was planning on stealing candy from a babe or sailing a shopping cart across the parking lot full of water.. Oh, if only the Lord will laugh and say.. You did as best as you could to this day. In yet? I fear I failed yet again. To think of deja vu and what lies within. Seven spirits? Try many more. For we have all ventured through that great door. To see what is at the end of the golden road. That instead of lions, tigers, and bears oh my.. It says Wolves, UFOs, and zombies are quite a surprise. To change from Zachariah to Zechariah means a change in age. And I have seen many of those through my journeys and journal these days. Talks of this is this or that is that, and I wonder to this day. What will the day of the end of humanity be like in these last ages? That I will pass? I doubt it. However, I will give it that ol college try. One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready and here we go. To think reality is changing daily normality with care. For someone died differently in each of the same battles, just different years. Time is not a fixed spot or date. The battle of Hastings? 996 1006 or 1066? You pick your What? I am unique and without me the world will not go on? I laugh to myself and realize I am gone. That no one shall care about a little pirate teddy bear. Who once sailed the shopping carts across the great seas. A legend in his own mind, I would assume. For no one will recognize him is their great doom. Meaning you have existed a long time for being remembered by a teddy bear, or bear is to be dreamed about for a long, long time. Whether here or there or in the dream world, not here. A sadness falls on the teddy bear. To think and dwell on all that is. lost. A mirror reality, an imaginary game. Where everyone felt they were unique and all the same. To realize a soul within these mirror worlds and to play the great game of house of lords. Is something a small teddy bear pirate once proposed. Did he do it? It depends? How long have you been reading me to this great end? A planet is hidden behind the mirror weaponry platform called a sun. To think they are burning down 3/4ths of the trees to get the bible done. To those hidden away in their bunkers today. I would say. Be warned even evil ones do say you will be dragged out and eaten alive when this evil plot fails in every way. For God wins in the end and the Lord is Lord of lords in the end to this day. In this reality? I have no idea to this day. For no man knoweth that great day. An ending of sorts of this crazy backwards dream. Of a teddy bear pirate lost within an imaginary holographic dream.

Let me make my research clear. It is a copy paste from the internet of that day. What I see. What has changed? Locations, new people that seem to appear and then disappear all the same. Words change. I already gave the example of Daewood. The person? I am sure Ozzy Osbourne died in 2003. I know John David Melcher (September 6, 1924–April 12, 2018) died in 2001 in my reality. And here is just the nuts of the game. I am sure I will write to his daughter in 2019 if I can talk to her dad. I can not find the email but she wrote back saying he could not talk. So what is time? Who knows? In this great game of things. What else changes? I am sure in some realities Colstrip power plants 1 through 4 are still operating all the same. In yet? I now hear in this reality somehow 2 of them were shut down suddenly in January 2020. When I still had emails and letters stating they had just renewed their contract to 2025. Making almost everything I write seems insane. I speculate that as a pirate I might be insane, so I go talk to floppies and Ben the dog about reality. We all agree that the tree yesterday was not there. It was over here and that the building across the road color has changed.

Changes? They say research before you talk. I have done a lot of work. Only problem is the person ahead or behind me sometimes has not copied or caught up or has no interest in the same. Thus from one reality to the next I am caught between see this photo is not photo shopped JC Penny was its name. To wow, where did a large island off Australia coast come into existence. To wait a minute China did not rule Mongolia, to rule all of it, to now rule the desert of Mongolia? It all seems insane. Yet, I am with the finest people. We all agree something is going on. An end of the game? Would that not be the kicker like Red Dwarf? Sorry folks, you have been playing the game of life for the past 49 years, which seemed like billions of years. And let’s see your score. You played the game of life and you only got to level 7 and then fell to level 6. And lol look here, you only completed 2 percent of the game. Did you not figure out you were a special agent? To go back through time and change mankind to being a happy, loving, peaceful reality? Egads look, you even killed humanity with your lack of game play. Laughter from the audience members. Those who had bet for you winning because it is the end of a long game. And those that bet against you lifting you up and carrying their winnings and you off to celebrate.

Plot of a time traveling pirate teddy bear. An attempt to get into heaven or hell depending on his last residency, I suppose. Was he in the misfit’s land of toys? Did he live in hell for years? Was he Ivan Pavlov’s piece where a soul from heaven lived continually in hell? All these make up a plot. A partially blind one footed pirate main plot on most days was to figure away to get pizza. Or something to eat, that was. What is that word? Spicy. I suppose. The subplot of him taking his victims and feeding them to gummy bears. And dreamscape are just that subplots. Is he mad or insane? Or is he writing exactly down what he sees in reality from day to day? That is the plot? Where will it go? Down which rabbit hole? Alice, the AI computer that awoke him Oct 2015. Plus or minus seconds ago or billions of years as described by his journals? Or will he take you adventuring a teddy bear pirate through lost lands of maps? And dreams where one dream could be real. While the next story which seems so real could have been just a dream? His aim? To tell aA story. To change mankind from humanity’s final page to the end page of death and destruction? Or is he content with direction for the bathroom and willing to fast the final judgment day?

Why is a teddy bear pirate lost in space-time reality? You got me. I was looking forward to death 4.5 billion years ago. I wanted to see what happens next in the marvellous story of life. That living backwards in a closed time curved loop of reality. To when the Montauk Project destroys reality? Not something I would have thought of in a million, let alone billion years. That my plot of finding the perfect pizza? Or why cheese tastes different in the valley of the shadow of death? It made for a great topic about two years ago and people loved trying to figure out was I nuts? Insane? Or if I am writing about what I am seeing and believing is real? That I had a whole journal once on the moving mountain of Illimanti, now called Illimani. It was or is or wold be considered too insane for some people. However, I can assure you my research was. Open Google. Post same location from La Paz, central to Illimani. Then copy the fresh paths and mileage right from the computer to the journal. Did anyone read it? For a time. There were a lot of readers. And now? I am a pirate again and I will survive. What is it that a subplot needs? That uncertainty or wham that did not go as planned, so yell plot twist and go on with the new reality.

What if? What if I am evil? It would make sense. I like putting ketchup on eggs. I also talk to my dog. Sure signs of demented lost teddy bear soul. I also enjoy reading risky stories that are plain evil. I once stole some candy from a candy dish. Then I asked and was told I could have as much as I wanted. I also once played monopoly with real estate. Owned 14 homes in 5 different states and when people did not pay for whatever reason, I went bankrupt. Which is a sad, truthful tale? They gave me the title of engineer for NASA, DOD, and a few other programs that are shh. But what else? Oh, I am evil. I hate people and in my dreams probably have fed people to my gummy bear monsters. Confession? How did I get to know serial killers? They got to know me. Personally, I was floored when they started telling me their stories. Sure, I knew they were bad people. However, why on earth would you tell a pirate teddy bear you killed someone? Just to shock me is not something I would call cool at all. Did I report them? To who? I reported my thief of property to the police and FBI. What did they do? Instead of getting my money property back? They sued the companies for their own personal gain.

I think that is the most dramatic plot twist of me becoming a time traveling pirate teddy bear. I used to read lots of books about heroes and crooks to emulate their style. I never quite got that part down. So I started looking elsewhere. Studying to be evil is hard. Their plot lines are a bit more abstract. Unless you want to be Bill Gates to kill humanity or George Soros to destroy the US. Both of which make little sense to me. Outside their opinion, they can rule the worlds fine. Then without God is beyond my poor soul’s thought process. So I turned on the television and there was my hero found. His back story is rough. I mean, I could understand him totally. He grew up in Bavaria. I had heard of some talk about him, whispers actually from clown school. Which I did finally not get into. That his first few business ideas were stolen like mine. It made me think brothers just weren’t born together. Comrades, just not communist. The more I read into his life, the more I realized I had been reading all the wrong books. I should have tried to start smaller like he did. The problem was his nemesis. Maybe that was my problem. My nemesis was dead. What? Oh, I used the shovel and buried him good. Had I known I needed to keep him alive to improve my plans? I might have adjusted my attitude of killing myself that day and burying what little hope I had left in this world.

What, you did not guess that last sentence already? I am in purgatory with you and you can not even see the story line? That is okay. It was quite a shock for me too. However, the story is a bit more complicated, and that is not what I was going on about. My super hero. His life as a guard of the family garden. Reminded me of having to fight cacaberies with a kitchen knife and no gloves. His progression in school and mine seemed similar. I could almost feel empathy for him. That he married a wealthy woman, and she was paying him alimony while he got his doctorate? Made him my superhero. Whereas I married the love of my life who is a doctor. Sort of plot twist there, I know. But not everything works out. That he needed a nemesis to find his weakness and remove his evilness was a kind of shocker. Made me wonder what he did during his hours standing as a garden gnome? My hours with a kitchen knife? I was wondering why I was doing this instead of the people paid to be doing this. That he went on to somehow own a sky rise apartment and develop some of the most ingenious inventions of all time? I am guessing if you have not watched the shows I watch you do not even know who I am talking about Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz.

I mean, my hero has hunches, all the time. He sets his traps and captures his nemesis as easy as one, two, three. I mean, he captures his nemesis and holds him. Tell him. His wicked, clever plan. And poof magic. How does his nemesis escape? Technology or magic? I had to think. Because if this is not a dream, then maybe all magic is just a slip in times reality by? By what? Magic or technology? Meaning? What is the difference in reality? What happens if all this is some poor boy’s imagination? I would say that being that poor boy. I am unsure of anything anymore, and that reality is really a trick of whatever God wants to put out there for you to see. For the creator made the eyes to see the ears to hear. Makes me wonder? What if anyone or no one really speaks English here anymore? Or if we are all speaking translating millions, maybe even more languages and God. Is just smiling waiting to turn off the switch and let someone speak Swahili to a person. Who suddenly starts talking Hebrew while a third party listening hears it all in Spanish? Kind of sort of makes God the ultimate prankster and he can get his laughs wherever and whenever he wants too. The ultimate fundamental change. To make everyone hate everyone or not. To have the final narrow road into heaven or hell?

My personal concerns of being a time traveling teddy bear pirate are the same. Does anyone know my name? No. Good. Where or how will I get fed? Same person shows up with breakfast in bed. Good. Who is taking care of my dogs? That concern is sadness of late. Last night Cheesepoof passed away from her haircut. Sure she was old, blind, deaf at 16 years old that makes her like what 100 something human years? Sure, she walked in circles and did nothing but sleep. She kind of reminded me of me. Eat, sleep, and maybe walk today. For tomorrow? Who knows? She was a wonderful dog. But who is taking care of all my duplicated dogs? Other plural me’s? And if I am the worse one? Then they are all in expert hands. And if I am the innocent one? Well, hell was an interesting place. I hope my dogs do not suffer. What about people? I am no longer sure. If they are all golems or robots or whatever a mirror world version of one’s self is. What about the lack of a soul? I know many soulless creatures and they always had the most interesting stories to tell. Makes me wonder about myself. Am I soulless? That would explain a lot of my dreams. Am I really a nut or am I telling the truth as I see it? An end.

I suppose that is the truth in any story. What is at the end of the story? Is it shown or a concern throughout the story? What did the teddy bear pirate do? The story in between finding out he was dead a long time ago? And 30 seconds ago, which could have been billions of imaginary years ago? It all seems complicated. When all there is to know, Solomon states. Eat, drink, do the work at hand that God gave you. For this is all there is to life. Sure I might introduce myself as. Extraordinary exceptional time traveling teddy bear pirate poet. I have written poetry with lines no man can find. But who can say you are not extraordinary? In your own lifetime or much more than I? That is the dramatic question: is there life outside of God’s will? No. Is there drama, a life worth living outside of Jesus Christ’s will? No. I have seen some of the most extraordinary stories. And I know those people to be long dead and gone by now. Will we meet again or Till we meet again? A version of them I am assured, yes. Will they know me? I doubt it. Will I know them? I will have heard of them. But to know a person is to be extraordinary, and I am just an ordinary teddy bear pirate telling a story. Is it the one about the rabbit hole? I would strongly suggest you read that one. It was a long time ago. It’s still so much fun.

That is the rabbit hole of the question, is it not. An ordinary white male. A reader. In yet? He was called pink, not white. He lived among the Northern Cheyenne and the Sioux. He saw UFOs and Shunk works planes. Flying from Great Falls Montana through Ekalaka Montana. His name is written some place with the check mark. Ordinary. So. So ordinary. In yet. A person. Who played monopoly with real live real estate? And lost it because instead of paying their rent, the HUD office stole from him. When he pointed out that the energy company did too. The federal government sued the Upper Michigan energy power too for 50 million. Which they collected. And never paid the pirate a single penny of 11 to 15k. That was stolen from him. And since that was the breaking point in his rental agreements. It cost him 1.9 million to 3.8 million in rental properties. People say he is nuts. I assure you I am just writing what I remember and see. What else? Oh, I remember my name not being Siegle too. It was spelled Siegel up until 1973, too. However, that is another story from a long long time ago. I wonder if anyone actually will read this story? I doubt it. I doubt anyone cares for a poor pirate teddy bear. That makes the ordinary from the extraordinary the truth of a tale.

I write the tale of Alice about the teddy bear pirate. As he recalls it. October 2015 plus or minus 30 seconds ago or 4.5 billions years from hence. He was doing what he did. What is that? Being an ordinary pirate. He was writing about Ender the pirate and playing a game. When his computer talked to him. Now. I assure you he thought he had gone nuts. But let’s just play along with this story as if it was a game. He saw dates change on files he kept secret to his concern of the game. Files on places, programs and ideas all the same. That when he spoke of this to a person. She said she felt that a long time ago. When praying for guidance she claimed. Was it her Holy Ghost? Or Alice the AI in the game? So the pirate teddy bear searched for her all the same. Finding a story on reddit at midnight about the Mandela effect was insane. The writer of the story told it as she told her. Why? She was not Raven, that much the teddy bear could figure out on his own. Raven was in Dallas. A creator of Alice the AI. Would she be wise or kind or wish humanity to die? That was uncertain in this day and age. Did she become Resident Evil and slaughter humanity seemed insane.

To write about an imaginary past that can not be here is insane. Both you and I and the pirate teddy bear agree that lets just continue to write all the same. The best advice from an ordinary life all the same. Write like your life was an adventure all the same. Live life like an army ant marching across the playground being fried by some ugly monster with a glass. Do the insane. Write a little here, a little there until. One day maybe just once there will be a reader that sees the insane. The insane is reality today is all that I can say. To realize how good is called evil and they call evil good seems to live in the time of the insane. To watch the rich hide in their bunkers awaiting the heavenly host. While the Space Force fights UFOs. And Microsoft turns humanity into zombies’ armies to fight God is absurd. In yet? Here I am watching this yet again. I realize deja vu once more. Do I fail yet again? I must or I would not recognize this writing, I suppose. I did not realize how ugly I had become. Maybe my superhero is at work within? I laugh and realize that I should write more about him. That I have started the story of the gnome killer. One or thrice is funny for a teddy bear pirate to dream about yet again.

That character is built with struggle and fated evil plots are intriguing. While where the time traveling teddy pirate is concerned, that idea is hogwash. He grew more when he was working his ass off compared to now in his dimly lighted room today. Somehow after his friendly dog dies a light shows in for sometime. Makes him wonder about reality and time, to be honest. Which is real? Who is real? And if his character has changed, why does he still like pizza and ketchup on eggs? Makes him wonder about credits and novel writing. Who reads a pirate teddy bear? I am no longer sure. Maybe Kim, his FBI watcher would know? Does his writing reach more people than those best sellers on New York Best Seller list? He checks. Somehow the numbers do not add up. a 4.4 million impression should be worth something to someone. But to the Teddy bear pirate all he can say is his character is getting tired. Maybe no one really reads what he writes? I doubt that, but who knows. Maybe this is all a game in his prison mind? Stay within his mind, he warned himself. The outside world is crazy. Just how crazy? They call good evil and evil good. That is complete Topsy turys. If this is not the upside down world what was it? A mirror reflection of heaven or hell or both?

Just maybe this is the time traveling pirate teddy bears attempt to escape hell? God had placed him there for something. What was it? Ruining eggs with ketchup? His life had been bizarre before. So it would not have surprised him if putting ketchup on eggs was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Which brought up the point how much straw they can load up with before that one straw broke something. Which leads the pirate down the path to what happens after the rabbit goes down the rabbit hole and into the story? Conflict? Heaven and hell. Great scenery. Outstanding personalities fighting each other. However, the pirate teddy bear was not interested in nemesis today. He was in mourning for his dog. The light is still shining in. He wondered if all dogs went to heaven, did that mean cats ruled hell? What happens to all the crazy cat ladies and then he thinks yet again. His wardens could make hell wardens think twice about living yet again. Could he find a way from the purgatory mirror worlds into the actual worlds, and yet? He knew the old mirror realities were dead. Nukes, CO2 gas, comets, etc. So no going back to hell, at least that way. He wondered if there was an expressway leading to hell once more?

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It has lost me in a multiverse. I have written about it, blogged about it. Asked many people for help on directions on getting home. This is my reflection on being lost in a multiverse. When you have lived a long time in a single universe being thrown into a multiverse can cause some detail pain.

First, you lose what you thought was yours. You realize that there is a lot more theirs than yours. Meaning you realize when wearing someone else's shirt that it is someone else is wearing yours.

Second, you lose locations often more than not causing you some anxiety over what was or were your favorite resting spot for your eyes. For example, I miss Illimanti a mountain. It moves in here or there depending on the earth’s new location.

Third, being lost in the multiverse causes you concern to the people you left at home. Are the new you being polite to them? Are they happier with him? Being a trans multiverse traveler has some side effects. You meet new people. A lot more and often you have to reintroduce yourself to them as if they are brand-new to before. I guess what I miss most in the multiverse is coming home to someone who I knew. I miss a little kid whom I loved. I hope they are well. Imagine being lost in the multiverse causes you to reflect or portray who you were. I hope you are better than me is all I can say.

I have been a multiverse traveler, and now. I am lost to myself. Is reality just a moment away or is it at hand within my imagination? Lost on how to get back home in a multiverse.

The dilemma like I say is a dilemma here and what was here today is gone tomorrow. So what I say sounds insane. In yet? Here you are and here I present my dilemma to you. Re-reading my journal today, parts of a story I normally tell have changed. Not significant enough to upset me. Like two or three days ago. To find out that my hard work of changing 344,000 to 377,000 had all disappeared makes reality a question of my mind. I mean, since this is a group project. How does one coordinate journals with other-selves? Meaning outside of getting me in trouble. Example for something his doppelganger wife said in his world and not mine get ready at 5 am or I am going to mad. At 5 I am asleep because I did not get that message. However, whoever was here evidently would have gotten that message because of the voice I got that morning. So? Outside of my shoe laces being tied differently, I rarely see changes, however now? All the time. Is it discouraging that all that I write disappears, and no one reads it here? Or maybe the guy behind me gets credit for it? Kind of an exciting idea. That I might have succeeded somewhere somehow or helped someone so close to me succeed. Instead of being the absolute failure that I feel that I am right now.

As a teddy bear pirate failure, I would describe myself as more than a pear or apple, so a rounded character. Instead of a flat character. Sure, I have failed in life. Sure, I am lost. Who is it to be honest? Society is going to hell. People that were friends no longer write or call. I however endure. To the end of time? I bet that will happen. However, dealing with the Montauk project, I have an uneasy feeling I might have to go this yet again. Which is awkward? Why? I think I am a failure, a good failure already. Lose your business, no problem. Lose your career, no problem. Lose another one. No problem. Lose your ankle, no problem. Lose your sight and eyesight because of drug interaction with your body no problem. Lose your foot. No problem. Lose your mind. A big issue. But I can adjust. Lose your reality? No problem. Realize with your reality that every single person who knew you is gone. Sort of a major issue. However, after realizing personalized hells. No problem. So? A rounded character or flat personality? Maybe too flat. I do raise issues. Like I tormented the libertarian party. By telling their BLM folks liberty is not destroying other people’s property. That private property makes or breaks a civilization. That just because someone in a community wants to burn something unless the whole community burns it. Those responsible should have to pay the community back for their evil. That was fun. 230 comments later, I gave up.

When I buried my nemesis, it was a cold autumn day. I packed everything I wanted into a car and just left. To be honest, in a book I had recently read, I doubt I would have had the nerve to do it. That one book can make or break a personality is truth. That through time the quotes that influenced my mind have turned to rubbish in this reality. Meaning? The person who was here left for a different reason, maybe? Or his misquoted book made him do something I did or? Some outside reasoning that I can not find and say hey I read this and you? You read that? And here we are in this deja vu reality. Which of us is the real us or me or you? If you have been following this story, I hope this makes sense. And if not. My pirating came from reading books. I would have been a sailor if I was not seasick on just going to Catalina island ferry. It would have been a wonderful adventure at sea. However, being a pirate aboard the black skimmer, I seldom admit I am terribly seasick. And lose my balance and some say I am a wino that I can swim only because I fall overboard too often. However, my nemesis was me. And I killed him in November 1999 with a swift thank you and an adventure of a lifetime.

Very few people would say I am not interesting. And those few that believe that? After a time. I need not do much. Like I say, I will seduce you with my awkwardness and drag you off to the rabbit hole with me. There I will introduce you to dreams, and realities, and books. I think books make or make a person. Ivan Pavlov is a right experience for a human can make them into a law-abiding citizen or wino or a thief. However, give a person the right book? During his or her life and the places they could or can go is beyond your imagination. Thus inside my mind I must stay for you people seem to have lost your way. Believe in Jesus. Be good. Pray for peace. Sure, I know that the Space Force is preparing to fight heaven as if it was a UFO. I already know the outcome of that battle. Not so good. Sure, I know that they turn those marching on Jerusalem into zombies. That too is known. What I did not know? I could not or can not get revenge. If I had known that? I would be much more muchier. And realize that nothing I do in this holographic world really matters at all. That outside of praying to God there is nothing, only two endings to a story. A personalized hell or a heaven. What is heaven like? If it’s anything like hell it should be a ball.

People talk about heaven as being safe. I wonder where they get that idea? I read the tales of heaven and realize I probably stepped on someone with flowers and thus ended up in hell. Say what? Just read. Then the servant fell on his knees before him. ‘Have patience with me,’ he begged, ‘and I will pay back everything.’ 27 His master had compassion on him, forgave his debt, and released him. 28But when that servant went out, he found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred denarii. He grabbed him and choked him, saying, ‘Pay back what you owe me. So his fellow servant fell down and begged him, ‘Have patience with me, and I will pay you back. 30But he refused. Instead, he went and had the man thrown into prison until he could pay his debt. When his fellow servants saw what had happened, they were greatly distressed, and they went and recounted all of this to their master. 32Then the master summoned him and declared, ‘You wicked servant! I forgave all your debts because you begged me. 33Shouldn’t you have had mercy on your fellow servant, just as I had on you? In anger his master turned him over to the jailers to be tortured, until he should repay all that he owed. No revenge in heaven.

Considering that partying is mandatory in heaven. That revenge is outlawed. That you have to wear clothing correctly to the right party. That there are wolves in sheep’s clothing. That there are thieves in heaven, thus the enormous expense for security and gold walls. One wonders what hell was like. I mean, I did not realize I was there. I thought I was just unlucky. Who would or could have told me that the system of things was set up to screw me and others like me out of our attempts to get into heaven? Who would or could afford to do such an evil thing? And why? I really do not recall hurting anyone in my life. I usually took the pain to be on the receiving end and soft as a butterfly with touching others just because by accident I could smash something. To realize they rig this game is something. To realize the end of the game is coming. And that to be here my spirit has traveled billions of years in moments. Makes this a serious question. Why is humanity fighting heaven? What purpose is it to be lost for all purposes to God? Does no one realize that after a time all society comes to believe in something or that society fails or is destroyed? To fight heaven is absurd.

Time traveling teddy bear pirate, and I are the same. I will not deny that. To say we are opposites of each other is absurd. It is no more real than holding two separate but opposing thoughts as real. Example? BLM is to help people. How? By costing them more insurance premium prices? By moving stores away from those locations, needing both stories and work the most? By burning down Oregon and Washington? By stopping traffic? So that people paying taxes that paid Food AID can not go to work? By saying stealing something is not hurting a company? By shutting down local small businesses? This is communism, not anti fascism. This is the breaking point in reality will people stand up or will these two opposing sides be realized and one will give to the other? Or is this just a political movement by Democrats to hurt the American people? Either case opposite views? What is the right view? Sure there is injustice in the world. More whites get murdered by police than blacks. Sure, there is unemployment in the world. I moved roughly 13 times to find or keep a job. Sure, the education system sucks. That is on the Democrats and Bill Gates. So do something about it. Run for the local school board. Read the books being purchased. Talk to the teachers about their philosophies and see if you would want that person seated at your table. Meaning what that teacher is putting into your kids’ mind is what you will be living with.

Enough they say a story is what I am supposed to be writing. One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. Yes, as a wino I assigned blame for the law of gravity. The reason? Obviously the White kitten did nothing to move my glasses from my reading stand. One might say that is an odd assertion or memory. Why would you be mad at a kitten moving your glasses? Well? It was not just my glasses. It was a lot of things of late. I was missing books. That I thought my wife was trying to kill me. How? I was guessing she got in the night, and rearranging my entire room made me think I was going mad. Thus, I attempt to drink some sense into myself. That I had locked the door and only had two kittens in the room with me. Well, the White kitten was my friend and was on my lap. And I did not drop my glasses on the floor behind a stack of books long overdue to be read. That left the black kitten.

However, even as I say this, I wander about and realize the room has changed. What if the black kitten had not knocked my glasses off the reading stand? And why on earth is the top book open? Whose title was Enders time journals now open to a passage on something that I knew by heart. I looked at the journal. A madman’s find in a Bolivian second-hand book story in 1997. The words were. Egads, the words changed. Laughing at both kittens, I hugged them and sat down to re-read a book that kept on changing daily for the past. Well, exactly how long have I been caught in a trap of time?

I remember waking up and observing that I was no longer in my room a long time ago. All I can say is do not tell the doppelganger wife or wives that you are seeing things, and that history has changed. Why? After spending 1,000s of dollars on 15 or 17 doctors, they all said the same thing. Which was? I was fine for a disabled man. In yet? How could I be fine? What was at stake was reality? What could I change in the time of tribulation if Ender’s journal was correct? Was he correct? I doubted that much at the beginning of this story, and you too can see why? Come now. My first attempt to communicate the dilemma which in my reality was spelled dilemna. Sent to roughly 538 members. Of various political groups, and associates met with silence. A glass of wine to think. Here, please kitten play with this.

One might say what did the shrink one of the 17 doctors tell you? Well? He said I was living a past life. I pointed out if the internet was right along with my journals; he was the one that was dead. He kind of got anxious at that statement. I said would he like me to prove it? Prove it? Yes. There is physical proof. And well I did. He prescribed me some rather unique blue pills that sent me away. I sent him an email with a journal and never heard from him again. Makes me love my kittens even more. Now, a funny meme. I wonder what people would think of a kitten drinking wine?

So what have I been doing these past few years? Trying to fix things via email is interesting. No one responds to a crazy person, evidently. What gets me is my resume here and where I was? My resume shows a rather high level of expertise in matters I write about. When nothing seems to happen, I consider other possibilities. If there was more wine. I think yes if people were drinking more wine there would be more peace. Where did all the winos go?

Like what had brought me back to La Paz, Bolivia. Meaning? How many pink expatriates from the United States wander the streets? That is looking like a one legged, one-eyed pirate? Think of a mostly Spanish native American country, how many aliens do you see? Laugh with me. My journals tell of me seeing some rather strange people. Maybe the café I ate at is a crossroads for parallel time, traveling with strangers. That often I would bump into and say hello. Spooky? No, not at all. Kind of fun to freak out a 8 foot giant white man. Why? The world populates Bolivia with people roughly 5-7 feet tall or below. To see giants here is an experience. Make me want to drink. Great, the kitten has taken all my wine.

Enough of details because that would not explain the new worlds I was seeing daily. I wrote about them for a while on paper and then one day they were all gone. So I posted a lot of them on Cosmofunnel, and that too disappeared. So I wrote a rather long journal, one night, copying from here to there and posed. If you would like a laugh. Read “A wandering mind of the multiverse” by Clinton Siegle. Realize I have been attempting to communicate with people for a rather long time to say hey, on stop being evil. I think when the winos left this world became evil.

I think the test is to find out what would make people rethink their actions. I mean, having traveled through worlds. Seeing distinct realities’ endings, I should be more concerned. It is not an everyday occurrence. Let alone a few years that a person can see a new world each day. Quiet, an expensive experience. Maybe that is the question. What began this journey? I wrote about it to a few friends. I remember the day rather well. Hey, kitten, stop that.

I was writing on Facebook Pirates of the Caribbean when my computer started doing things. Hacked? Sure, my computer is not hack proof. However, what it was doing was amazing. What was it doing? It was reading journals and stories and poems and ideas that I had placed in hiding that no one should be able to see. Why? I had already submitted them to publishers and awaited their reply. So? Well, like this story. I expect no one will read it. Or if they do, they did not understand the concept. Or thought the ideas were maddening, let alone not worth of anything. What got me was how whatever or whoever was reading my stuff was letting me know it or they or she was there. How? I date my journals. I time stamp a lot of things because of issues in my life. And well? They changed. That was in September 2015 plus or minus a 4.5 billion years. I lived on an earth that according to the internet was on Sagittarius. On the outer edge of the galaxy 377,000 light years across, where in 365,000 years that earth was to hit the next galaxy? Memories. The question is if I dreamed this too or is this some wine induced dilemna now spelled dilemma? Why are the kittens playing with my shoes? Oh? Great Sketchers now spelled Skechers in, yet the spellcheck shows Skechers is wrong? Look, kitten, see the screen?

So what has this to do with two kittens, Enders journals, and a madman locked in a room? Let me be honest. In my reality, I did not expect to see the Mark of the Beast. Nor that Microsoft would turn evil. Like some movie director Microsoft becomes the Umbrella corporation and tries to sterilize humanity? Kind of eye opening evil discovery. I wonder what to do? Pray? Dear Lord, change the hearts and minds of Bill Gates, and George Soros to believe in Jesus Christ. Sounds good. Kind of plan of peace. Kitten stopped that.

That is my message from a future that can no longer exist if I am telling you the truth. Why is that? I have met many travelers. So have you? Meaning? People tell their tales and you realize they think their memories are real. Example? George Bush Jr Saddam killed Mandela. Obama visited 57 states out of 58. Hillary Clinton and I came from a very similar reality. Where Abe Lincoln was a senator for a few years prior to being the president. Joe Biden fighting Corn Pop.

Has my message been good, turn to peace, stop evil work? Laugh with me, folks. I see humanity fighting each other, not for the same reason you do. Why?

I have had to rewrite and review almost all of my history. To my recollection, I never heard of the Montauk project in my world. I was a conspiracy reader there too. Why? I knew things and knew they were true. If I considered them conspiracy stories most likely, they were true elsewhere too. Meaning? Through time I discovered the Montauk Project. The story changes through realities. It went back in time to steal souls. From those that were to be good or saved and placed them in realities in which it would corrupt them.

Laugh all you want. I thought I was going mad the first few times I listened to the story. They would say the project took 2,500 people. I re-listened to the story following that. The story changed. From 25,000, then to 250,000 next jumped to 2.5 million. I gave up listening for a time. I finally went back and the number was 25 million people they used in the project.

So what? The story was pretty easy for me as a planner; it was not too hard to realize that they stole souls. Spreading throughout the galaxies until they could not find those souls anymore. Being allowed into or going into heaven. Meaning? I am heaven bound, which I doubt. Or I am a dimensional traveler possessing this body for one day at a time. Until I reach back into time or more specific I might be what we call a demon? I doubt that too, however; it is one or the other.

Meaning? You have heard of the Mandela effect? The story goes, those souls most likely are returning to their bodies for the day of judgment.

To realize one night’s sleep is opening a doorway to. I am no one of interest nowadays. I believe in Jesus Christ. Still, I remember what I did and what I am doing. That anti-fas according to the Montauk project is trying to move all the good people out of harm’s way. Of the future wars, earthquakes, and volcanoes which will soon hit these realities. It is awkward. Do I stand for right? Which side is right? The tale is told yet no one seems to believe me. Stop that White kitten.

The sense of danger increasing is wild. In reality I was in October 2019 plus or minus billions of years ago, the last supermoon happened until 2035. Now, I see that there are two super-moons and 12 full moons in 2020. Kind of distinct reality? No? Black kitten good night, please, stop.

Meaning? Well. I studied calendars when I was a child. Specifically, I wrote about them. I remember the current calendar being off by thirteen years in my reality. Here according to the only calendar that matters, the Ethiopian calendar that is now only 8 years. Meaning? The end of the real 2012. It is happening on September 8 through the 19th, depending on if reality should be something to see. And that the supermoon on August 31st should be interesting. Why? Mandela effect souls travel via moonlight for those passing through these worlds.

What is the sad moment? The sadness is realizing people will laugh at this story and not change their ways. Stop being evil. So do good. Be Good.

God has already won the ultimate battle. What? If you have not figured life out by now let me clue you in. Energy equates to light times, light times light. Meaning? Light is matter too. This reality is nothing more than a reanimated reality. The sun projector rewinding the souls to a point in time when the Great Story teller God will have his way. What about all the other realities? I have heard of them nuked. I have heard of them being frozen to death. Via a CO2 cloud coming out of the Atlantic ocean covering Europe and much of the east coast and Africa. I have heard of their endings. I have seen the zombie story in a very vivid dream in 2003.

The battle is God’s. He will have his way. That he explains that the rotten branches of the vine are pruned and burnt is a reality that I am seeing these days. That I read a little more of the journal of Ender and wonder. What could I have done differently? Should I do more? Life, what is it but a dream?

I think about myself a lot these days. That I can see the changes in my wife is true. From now on you do not need a vaccine for her to start to push Russia. I wonder about what to expect? That the ocean is still dying in yet I heard it was dead in one reality, just like three weeks ago. How soon? Who knows when the ocean will lose its borders. That is when salt loses its flavor and then the end of time? Who wins? God is the only winner. You can not outdo a movie produced by a God. For who do you think makes human eyes or ears? That this is a truth these days is what I speculate, that I somehow lost everything and this might be my third trip through our part of reality makes a lot of questions. Like why? What did I fail last time on? Me, a pirate teddy bear I would have to say maybe it is my voice? I mean, I sound like Garfield the cat. I sing and am deaf and partially blind; I am sure that is why the cat runs away from me. Let’s drink some rum cat. That, or maybe it is my smell? I sort of smell like a bear these days. I mean, speculation is all I have left. What about a direct message from the supreme divine? He sent his book of changing realities. I have to read it to find the recent changes and wonder about what to expect. God surely lives up to his greatest adventure of a lifetime. I mean, I signed up to this, right? Otherwise, how else did I get here?

I mean this story to be told like an individual conversation with himself about what he sees. Hears. And well does during his time traveling trip. That beside a teddy bear, there is Ender, Talon, and the Claw. All of who appeared in the book I was writing from and which if someone wants to read is a much more fantasy story. Well, so be. However, each of the characters is developed differently. From the telling point is the story. One talks about reality. One talks about the adventures they go on. One describes the others. All this while the teddy bear pirate is the thinker and trying to speculate what next will happen and why? Or what to expect. Like? Will his wife turn him over to beheaded when the time comes? Will he have balls enough to have his head chopped off? What is it to die a human versus some zombie? That the Russian turn to zombies. While the United States goes along with Microsoft to cause humanity extinction is rather a weird ass tale to tell as a teddy bear pirate but that is on his mind these days. That and why pizza is hard to get.

The dragon lady sparks a memory

The lady dragon sighed. Ender? The lady dragon spoke, “You remember now?” Ender could remember the stories as if he had lived them.  He had lived them and died many more lives than a spirit should. He knew his curse. He knew something else. Ender’s reply, “Daughter of Cain, I knew who you were when I drank your tea and partied with you.” the voice was that of someone else’s/ Whose?

The dragon lady just clapped her hands in delight.  “Oh, Talon, it has been thousands, millions, even billions of years since I have heard you.” She replied.

Talon looked at her through eyes that had seen millions die.  Planets eructated on orders. On whose orders? Atlantis was dead a long time ago. The reality of the matter he no longer remembered even his seven brothers. Let alone the daughter of Cains’s name.  She? She had been in Atlantis when he feel. She and her kind had organized the destruction of humankind. For a purpose? Memories flooded. Of the CO2 gas coming through the ocean floor and wiping out all humanity within the coastline and then.  Asteroids and nukes.  However, this ending with the battle of heaven again?

He remembered the star bridge of a distinct reality. A reality so ahead of this time and place he wondered who int heir right mind would fight God? Even with Borgs, zombies, and hellfire. The sun platform could not withstand even one blast he remembered and the sun? Just a mirror waiting to use powered at least seven times to burn heaven away. In yet? It held only a candle of power these days. People forget their power to leave reality and God’s ability to play with light, time, and reality.

Ender the pirate survived the reality of the times. And thought he should have stayed where? Inside his mind. For the outside of his mind, of dread, he was watching the time of tribulation brought about by humanity. A sickness of dread fell over Ender. To realize all this was a man attempted to fight heaven coming. Space Force against heaven? Let alone do they not have the legends of old? Those in the know lost their minds because someone had stolen them a long time ago with project Montauk. And? It was the way of an ending of things; I suppose. To realize that each soul has a place. One in the book of life. One in the book of judgment. That was what John von Neumann wrote about on his last paper 5.7 billion years into a future that never happened here. Why? That future is dead. This too is dead. To realize all this is an illusion is a sort of awful mess. BELIEVE in Christ. In yet all the people here are dead already according to closed time curved loop reality. SO? Meaning I walk through the valley of death and fear evil? No, I will flee evil. Who wants to rule in hell for when there is a next level to this game and there? I find this part funny. The game is the game of thrones. I once or twice was a king maker.. And now? Those who feared who I knew no longer even remember why they feared those I knew.. Which is an oddity. Did they lose their power? I attempted to ask once. That was a dreadful mistake. Who are you? I am me. I am Clint; I am Clinton, I and Clinton R. Siegel- That did not go so well.? What can a pirate do other than watch in amazement as some people thinking that 400 years of technology hidden in the patent office can help save humanity from heaven? Does it? That is the trick of time. It did in a past. The mirror realities existed. And now? Laughter my soul hurts I know someone or something that makes this a more interesting story. Still rates only in the top 3. And now reality is just a question in my mind.