A pirate tale? A time travelers tale? A lost souls tale? A poet's tale? In yet? There is an ending to things.. Pirateology
I was a pirate. I used to be a fairly known poet. My poems? Well a few had been read by more people than you would expect.
A time traveler? Well, you decide on that. A Lost soul? No. I know that I am coming to a an end.
To what end? Time will tell.
A film director of sorts? Sure why not. Producer of movies? Laughter. An interviewer of people? Yes , I used to be interested. I think it keeps me from doing what I did before.. and what did you do before? Oh, I was someone once upon a time..
There was a time I wanted to be a writer too I suppose. My books are here and there. I like short stories now.
That I am told to put my life in order. And await yet again death. Makes me wonder.
To the mast nail our flag it is dark as the grave,
Or the death which it bears while it sweeps o'er the wave;
Let our deck clear for action, our guns be prepared;
Be the boarding-axe sharpened, the scimetar bared:
Set the canisters ready, and then bring to me,
For the last of my duties, the powder-room key.
It shall never be lowered, the black flag we bear;
If the sea be denied us, we sweep through the air.
Unshared have we left our last victory's prey;
It is mine to divide it, and yours to obey:
There are shawls that might suit a sultana's white neck,
And pearls that are fair as the arms they will deck.
There are flasks which, unseal them, the air will disclose
Diametta's fair summers, the home of the rose.
I claim not a portion: I ask but as mine
'Tis to drink to our victory - one cup of red wine.
Some fight, 'tis for riches - some fight, 'tis for fame:
The first I despise, and the last is a name.
I fight, 'tis for vengeance! I love to see flow,
At the stroke of my sabre, the life of my foe.
I strike for the memory of long-vanished years;
I only shed blood where another shed tears,
I come, as the lightning comes red from above,
O'er the race that I loathe, to the battle I love.
That is the secret, is it not in character? If they stole your soul when you were very young, placed in Ivan Pavlov's reality of hell. Could you escape? Would you escape? Or would you like I seemed to show when this adventure first begun think. Oh, great, they have kidnapped me into a parallel reality with everything is the same? And if I did not pay attention or listen to fellow travelers tell their horror story experience wanted to return to what for me was literally hell on earth? What is the difference? The pizza here sucks. I already told you I have been studying cheeses. I at first thought a new tongue or something might affect my taste. The realization that this a reanimation of this reality kind of sunk in when people I knew or heard about that died were up and about. To be walking is not to be dead. Thus? Evidently this is my valley of the shadow of death. That it is taking so long to get to heaven or like I speculate this is all happening in my final 10 minutes of death and I my soul somehow is threading a past reality that died in my reality 4.5 billion years ago. In yet here you are makes this story just kind of horror story to the right religious person to those into horror. Boo. I am the ghost of the present future past tense. This might be your only chance to change your ways. The end of time is at hand.
But you say. Look, you survived hell. That is an accomplishment, right? Laugh with me, folks. You think I like feeding the copies of you to my gummy bear friends? They might be a monster to you. To me. They at least listen or pretend to listen. You really do not believe that part of your journal, do you? That I find those that have harmed me in any way and skin them alive and feed them to gummy bears? If Solomon statement there is nothing new under the sun. I suspect I a some spec caught in the film of God’s marvellous movie/game and he is trying to figure out. Does this creature desire to be in heaven or is he happy finding those that wronged him for even a penny and. I was in hell for a very long time. Doing to them as they did to me? They fed you to gummy bears? No. However, I have taste and humor in my life. Sort of that magical plot twist of irony. They wanted to rule reality. I just wanted pizza that cheese did not taste like reanimated cheese. And the difference? Simple after billions of years attempting to figure it out. The bible finally provided the answer. The closer I get to the end of time. The less salt there is in reality or salt will lose its flavor. How? Evidently the ocean ties into the flavor of salt? And closer we get to the ocean borders failing to create the last verses in the bible. The less salt there is and more I find I have to seek pizza elsewhere.
Surely, after billions of years feeding your minion army of gummy bears, you would think that would change your character or you would forgive all the same? I think there are two ways of life. Those with purpose. And those that fall away when the going gets tough. Am I tough? No, I am a teddy bear time traveling pirate. With an army of gummy bears fed by billions of years and hatred towards some people, I watch and wonder. Why? You think I have not physical done something? Like I said, I showed libertarians for three days what a libertarian meant. After 290 notifications about my 5 posts, I decided they could not handle reality. You think private property rights are a laughing matter and that BLM should destroy whatever it can? Shame on you. If you want a better society, you build or re purpose reality. To destroy it just means you have no ideology, just some concept on injustice. But feeding people to gummy bears, how does that fit in? My army of gummy bears need to eat just as much. And I am re purposing that which is already dead. Like I said, this is the valley of the shadow of death. I have yet reached death door. However, I have a speculation for that too. Should be of interest to see if I got the bet right this time or if I have to travel to a long ago age where I was someone sle completely.
Being a pirate time traveling teddy bear one’s character is in question usual to those claiming to be sane here. In yet? I wonder if they do not realize the masks this time around? Meaning? But if they bring Space Force to fight heaven or UFOs. Well, www.deagel.com and Joe Biden both seem to think US has lost 227 to 220 million US citizens with the prediction of zombies here in the bible while reading Bill Gates patent 666 being a server based cryptocurrency in which he said if you do not have a certification about vaccination which could turn you into a zombie or the Borg to fight the UFO invasion or God. Which do you believe after all this is a fictional story, is it not and the best fiction represents the reality of the time and age? In yet this fiction, can you not read the patent yourself? I know I have posted it a lot and yet when I as people have they done anything against Microsoft? Nope. They still are using Windows. And yourself? March 31st I destroyed my Windows computer via trying to download Linux. When that did not work so well, I used a thumb drive until I could remove Microsoft from my personal use. What about your word documents? I use another beast.
What I find funny in this day and age? My rough draft of this journal already has 5.2k readers or views according to the counter. I wonder if people really do not remember who I used to be? Sadness for the time traveling teddy bear pirate watching reality slowly die away yet again. To see criminals win for a second in their time. I think that is the sadness. People say why? That is my question to those I flay. Why did you not repent? Answer because it is better to rule in hell than to be a slave in heaven. Sounds evil to me. Sort of like the rise of Tron or some malware stuck in a repeating cycle repeatedly. Rule for a second burn in hell for what seems like billions of years. Sure gummy bears eating you might be a novelty this time around. What do I mean? Do you think I am the only traveler? The only way there are so many Mandela affected people is the system of things or Pavlov’s hell has broken without repair and when all of God’s breath has left these realities? If you are not a Borg or some sort of Star Trek freak? This society last mere seconds that seem like thousands or millions of years depending if you destroy the Borg and live free for a time. In yet.
There is a legend that most have forgotten about life. The legend says that to provide soothing dreams for the all powerful one. Souls were made. To provide an interest in the dreams the all powerful one toke a bit of himself and planted the source of souls in a garden. He made the garden for the soul to grow and from which souls would be taken. Each soul was to have a purpose and direction to go. The humor of this is in dream was to wager against fate as to see where and how the soul would end. The bets and journey through life of the soul to its end made the powerful one entertainment. His desire to see how bits and pieces of his soul would grow made him more and more interested in the drama from which his soul would take if given a different chance.
To make the betting even worth more the all powerful one made a decision to make everything seven times and watch everything replay at different times and places. The experience called life being developed is what this story is about.
Genesis One Design
There were 1100 companies bidding on requirements to build the first universe. Each company had to provide ideas to what was needed and what entertainment venues would be provided to the all-powerful one.
I had just moved to town. Exploring the streets, I came across a bookstore.
The sign intrigued me, so I went in. The front counter was unmanned. And not a soul could be seen in the shop. were
I went to the first shelf of books. Wild. Indie books. Hundreds of them all printed. Opening a cover of a book titled: Bolivian Time Traveler. The book immediately impressed me with the adventure story. A writer trapped in parallel spacetime worlds. Traveling back through time to watch the end of the time of tribulation. The author. An expat from Montana. He wrote about how he had awoken been kidnapped from his reality. And lived day by day in parallel realities so close to him that few people would know the difference.
Setting the book aside. I turned to the next book. The Mystery of Shade and wood stamps. An introductory book to Chiaroscuro. Turning the page. They delighted me to see the dark printings of master works. The light caught the edges of the sculptures. Making them look shadowy.
Reading more into the book. It gave details of the first painter to use this technique as an Apollodorus Skiagraphos. The mystery here was the book showed old photos of his work. However, from the dates ascribed to the photos and works shown made me think this was a fictional book. Reason? Some of the color photographs were in Russia in the early 1900s. To be more specific. Czar Nicholas’ personal library collection of antiquities was in some subtitles. Reading more into the book. The author seemed to show that the library still existed and that KGB still had control of it. This made me smile. KGB had not existed for some time now. So I looked at the published date 1969.
I suppose the book could reflect what the author knew. The book ascribed a certain magic to some paintings. Reading on. The author followed up with a story. Of Skiagraphos last known painting according to the author. There were three photos of Czar Nicholas. One holding what looked like a miniature vase detailing hunting with dogs. A portrait of some man. And a temple.
Reading farther into the book. I discovered more detail about how the technique had gone out of style for a time. Then reappeared with Leonardo da Vinci. Here the author again showed photos of works from the 1900s. One with Czar Nicholas holding a lovely, shadowy woman. Subtitled Mona Lisa. The book in Russian subtitle also had an English translation. Which seemed to show that Czar Nicolas held at one time a miniature Mona Lisa painting. Then the next photo showed a larger version of Mona Lisa. Seemed to show that they took the photo in Saint Petersburg 1903.
The book went into details. How the KGB was hiding some of the more notable Skiagraphos paintings from earlier times in a cold vault. The author detailed how underground vaults and cities were being prepared. To keep humanity’s history alive. Now, I knew this was getting into fictitious reality. Why? The author detailed how Stalin had put together a plan to hide the best of the best communist. In cities underground. Then to use Russian resources to build large cities hidden so that no satellites could see them.
Seemed to show that the USSR considered prepared for an invasion from space as a likelihood. Let alone that. But the author spent a chapter detailing how these cities of the shadow. How they would or could be constructed in secret. From key cities in Russia’s underground railroad.
Someone evidently used the paintings as subtitles secrets. This was to hide how the USSR used two million slave laborers. To carve tunnels outside of the great Russian cities. Into underground bunkers designed to withstand attacks from space and nuclear war. The book went into details of the shadowy realities. Seemed weird to me.
I read the next chapter, which became even more of a shock. The author wrote a complete story of how two of Czar Nicolas’ daughters escaped. Then lived in the shadows outside of Russia. My rough memory of the chapter.
The tale of the princesses from memory, mind you. The author of the book named Jack.
The group on the train is a combination of US and British soldiers with train men from the states. Jack got to know the brake man. He learned 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 medieval war story. The train, being a steam engine, would puff and stop due to 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 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.
One time people were out searching for fuel for the train. A group of locals dressed as Mongolians attacked the train with swords and arrows. The sentry with the steam-powered machine gun made temporary work of them. 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. Bribing into the White Army was easier said than done. A lot of the old Czar’s military felt betrayed by the Czar by his lack of leadership. One White General even ordered a bayonet charge against the train. While it was pulling away from a station. 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. Different groups attacked them several times. They 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 Kaledin by. Jack’s wild story here was more reflective in his face. Talking about how hard braking downhill was easy, but keeping a whole train at a steady pace. Sometimes on how going backward in snow was terrifying. After that he was tired however because he knew some Russian and Yiddish he was forced back to work.
The tale Jack had. Described as General Kaledin. Then invited the officers, and he was drafted as their messenger for a night party. The party was like a medieval banquet inside a train. Drinking wine, vodka, and dancing with women. His tale was of several professional night ladies. The dancing, singing, and drinking more vodka and spirits than he could remember doing so in his life. All he did was watch. According to many medieval tales, the General was not such a good guy. 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 lost venture. Meaning the Czar had been moved, and the second was Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. 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. Jack took the lead, asking for some bread. Jack was a quick child. 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. They 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.
One daughter was murdered there. Jack’s description was not of an execution. More like a disagreement with the person accepting a bribe. Then that person trying to retake the four girls. Anastasia Nikolaevna got separated during a melee between the Brit and five Russians. The Brit pulled out a sword and rushed the Russians, cutting three of them down and forcing the other two to flee. Knowing that name Anastasia, I asked what happened to her? He said Anastasia was next to a building when the local official pulled out a pistol. And five men rushed the Brit and were 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.
The fighting on the way back across Serbia was a wild tale. Jack, on over one occasion, was put in charge of brakes for the train. While the regular trackman went to sleep. Or was repairing parts of the train which kept moving as fast to the east as possible. There were three melees that Jack gave great detail about. First was when the Red Army in front of the train required that everyone get off the train and be searched. The diplomatic papers and bribes were not working this time. So the plan laid out by the Brit rather was to engage the Reds upon seeing them and open fire with the machine gun. This was the plan. However, the Reds brought only a few soldiers to the train. Someone easily bribed them when the wrong officer was in charge. Pulling out of the blockade. Things got crazy and the machine gun was used, cutting into several soldiers of the Red Army.
The train moved along for hundreds of miles without seeing a sign of human life. Then suddenly there was a vast amount of people escaping the Red Army. The melee here was more sad. The people, Jack, said the people were just trying to escape the cold. But their numbers and rioting were slowing the train down. They ordered the soldiers on board to clear a path, which they did with swords and bayonets.
The final big melee was between the Japanese and Red army. Which had sent several thousand troops into the area to secure the railroad? This part was interesting in that the Japanese at first deferred to the General. That had let them pass through the first time. But during their passing a new General arrived. He was more honorable or had not been bribed and was trying to retake the train. The melee was short of the machine gun, cutting down several hundred soldiers in an open field.
The book said that the British officer married Titiana. That Maria ended up as a missionary in Africa. The book tale was fun.