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It was a dark and stormy night when an old U haul truck pulled into Poplar, Montana. We had just pulled into Poplar, Montana a town in the middle of the Sioux reservation. The home, my mom and I were to rent was not available at that time. So we were to stay with a lady my mom had met during her teacher orientation for a few day. The house I was invited into was an old Victorian six bedroom large roomy with a sizeable backyard that contained room for three rather huge dogs that barked at me. Their behavior was not the kindhearted barking of a hello, but more like I am going to bits you if you get anywhere near me. The lightning flashed just as my mom colleague invited us up to the steps, and the dogs looked. I can still remember of all teeth and growl. Entering into the house one first impression is that of the painting hanging on a closet door of a huge stag in a hunt with its tongue painted as if it was about to collapse. I, being a little child this made the place a bit creepy. The lady for her name I do not recall invited us to some cookies that had been left or prepared beforehand. The home for all its bedrooms was full of stuff. Back then people did not talk about hoarders but now days I recognize she would have made the cut on the television programs that help people that keep everything.

 Just getting into the house a downpour happened outside and the huge dogs could be heard getting into their lean tube setup next to the house. My mom and the lady started a conversation about a teenage lady had been found dead recently. To settle me down I was placed in a study where the lady was a collector of old books or had not cleaned anything since well some of the book's editions read 1900s and the collection was of a variety gardening, cookbooks, lady's magazines, a small section which I believe he used in her work was devoted to children. 

Now in the 1930's little kid's books seemed to be darker. The book I picked out was called the Haunted farm house. The story started to reveal about a homesteader who stupidly I supposed built a sod house on what use to be an Indian grave site. His fortune was bad. He lost all his livestock spooky I would guess at the time due to rustlers or something that toke them. His harvests were terrible, and his sod home fell apart in the corners due to not building it correctly. Anyway, he sold his place getting out of there with his life being solo not much else to say. The people that bought it tore the sod house down and built a farm house rather large and had pigs. Their story was terrible the little boy in the family fell down a well and was blinded. The daughter was run over by a wagon and then later in the book bit by a snake who caused her to lose her left arm. Finally every one but the wife was gone and for whatever reason the tale went from telling a story to a first-hand account of how she went nuts, and some of her pigs would come and talk to her at night with red eyes aglow. Upon reading this the downpour stopped but the lightning kept up. I was allowed to sleep in one of the cleaner rooms. The shadows, however, were scary, and I cried a bit. Then the walls started to growl and section of the room a leak from the roof broke through causing the room to become wickedly a mixture of old newspapers from the 1970s and an aged box spring with a quilt on it. The lady whose house it was came into after my anguished cry and started to clean up the newspapers not seeming to care for the bed. 

That was my first day of Poplar Montana on the plains. The following weeks we moved into the place my mom had rented. At school, the rumors were all about the teenage lady being murdered by a group of witches. I found this interesting due to an account that the teacher we had stayed with was supposed to be one of the witches. We bought a dog and lived there for a while uneventful. However, the following spring a newspaper advertisement went out stating that a ten-thousand-dollar reward was being removed and that a private investigator was going to be hired. That week close to Halloween all the dogs in a four-block area except that teachers were poisoned. Within a week, someone entered the house of the uncle of the girl and murdered the uncle and three people that were inside. That is my recollection of Poplar, Montana a scary town on the plains of Montana. 

Living on the reservation you hear and see many weird and wild tales. The earliest Bigfoot tale that I remember is when Father Peter, who did midnight mass in Ashland and early-morning prayer in Lame Deer had an accident one night. The ambulance went out, and Father Peter was okay. However, the tale at Jim Town the nearest bar was that Father Peter was drinking because he said he had hit a Bigfoot on the divide between Lame Deer and Ashland. Everyone laughed at the tale. That is until Mr.Stanson the tow driver pulled the car in which had a huge bump on the passenger-side door and a patch of hair on it. Father Peter recovered and the patch of hair I hear is in Saint Labre museum for those that want to ask about it.

In Lame Deer, the middle school has a football field in a bowl with sloping side next to it. One-day late summer the rain came and poured for five hours straight. I lived in a rental close by. I started to see car lights on the road that ran right beside the football field. I was not interested until I heard car tire screech and decided to go and investigate. On the road, I meet my class mate Shane Old Wolf and ask what was going on. He just pointed at what appeared to be barefooted foot prints in the bowl. There were a lot of them like a huge family had gone from the playground area on the side of the bowl crossing the field and had gotten stuck or the hill was a slipper, and the prints could not get out. This was before camera phones but an elder that took pictures at Sundance was there, and he was taking Pollards. The rain really began to pour so I left and cars started to depart The next day I went out to see the prints in the sun. There was a crowd there to and an older person talking to a group of students. He was saying that no one should talk about what they had seen. Looking to the footprints, I could not see any. All the places where the prior day I had seen prints were just large smug as if someone had fallen down a lot in the field. Two days later there was a crowd there again. Walking out to see what was so interesting a elder this time was talking about how Bigfoot would cover their trails. Not understanding I went into the bowl.

The latest tale happened a couple of months after 9.11 between Ashland and Lame Deer again. A place called the Ice Wells. The lore was some black Muslims had taken over the site. They were all their training one night and the next nothing. One of the tales was a group of Warriors went out and killed them and dropped their bodies into the Ice Well which depth is still not known.

Latest attempt three miles of wire and an old car and been dropped into it. However, talking to Shane a few years later he told me that he and his group of warriors were the ones to go out there. They had their hunting rifles and were going to clean out their land sort to speak. I asked did he get one? He just looked into his glass of beer, and this is his tale. There were eleven black guys out there training. He had counted them, and his clan of warriors were on their way to attack them when they heard screaming. "Allah help me" was some of the cries. I looked at Shane and well he was either a better story teller than me, or he believed what he was saying. Anyway, after two minutes there was nothing. His group and he went towards the training area. He states he saw a huge man run off into the forest. I asked what about the group. He just looked into his glass of 2/3 finished beer and said we dumped the bodies into the Ice Wells. And with that, lore is told.

There is a town in eastern Busby, Montana's home of the Northern Cheyenne, where the roads at night are not safe to travel or hitchhike. People talk of the hoofed man who picks up hitch hikers and takes them to hell. The town has more murders per thousand than Washington D.C. but very little is said because of the location is so scary. The town has no store nor gas station. The post office is run out of a home converted to having post office boxes in the kitchen. The ghosts are many, and few do tell of the tales of who is missing or who has gone to hell. The story most people say is "oh, they have gone south" which may mean at this moment that or may mean a shallow grave. However, just a few miles away is the only bar for miles around. Jim Town is the name. The world's largest collection of beer cans in the Genesis world records in the 80s. That bar is haunted by no less than 30 ghosts says the tales. The first is about an old drunk who walking home in the middle of the road was run over and dragged for six miles with his body parts smeared all along the road. You see the driver was drunk to and did not realize he had hit someone. The body appears at the door of the bar every time another person passes away in one of the towns close by. He is seen walking down the road. Then just passing the cattle guards he starts to fall apart. The second is an old Indian who got in a knife fight with the bartender. He bled out on the pool table. That occurred around the 4th of July, and well the bar has had to replace seven pool tables because each year since the table has pooled blood in it and sticks to high hell. The third ghost is a girl who was supposedly beautiful; she was fooling around with a lady's husband the lady waited until she was drunk and toke the girl out and butchered her and placed her skin on the fence behind the bar. She appears to women who use the lady's bathroom. That ghost shows up so often that the women always go outside to pee near the fence where she was butchered, and they pee there nowadays. The fourth ghost body is supposed to still be on the property. There is a pile of beer cans that has been collected since 1960s. According to legend in the 70s a white guy climbed to the top of the pile, and the pile caved in on him. No one knew he was missing for days. His car was stolen, and he had been a loser so no one was paying attention until his parents started to look for him. That was when people remembered him going outside saying he was going to play king of the mountain. The beer can mountain moves every so often. They say the movement is caused by his ghost trying to get out of the mountain. Only his hand was found years later, and that is how the story started on that one. Then there was the bartender who got stumped to death in the 60s. His ghost is supposed to throw beer at people, but I have not seen that one. Like I said there are many ghosts there. There are at least 30 stories I have heard and who knows how many more I have not counted. The last story I will tell tonight is of the cowboy drummer who was playing there on a Friday night. He had gotten wasted and for whatever reason got stuck on playing only one musical beat all not night long. He went outside to pee and was bitten by a rattlesnake without his knowledge. He finished his gig and got into his pick-up to sleep off his hangover only to never to wake up. The music he kept on playing was the song "Playing with the Queen of Hearts." All I can say is when I was cleaning up the place in the mornings sometimes the juke box starts playing that song without anyone paying for the music.

This story begins May 19th, 2016 south of Florida. I awoke to a new reality. Some call it 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 completely new family. Each day since then.  

The reality even changes a bit more with my research or reseach 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 in a bit.  

Up until May 23, I had not heard of Montauk nor its experiment. In my world the Philidelphia project was something talked about. Anyway, Montauk started a long evil tale.  

The first time hearing about the Montauk chair, there were 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 more than one, the time frequency would get all screwed up. And guess what it does if you follow the story line with me.  

The second time I heard or read about the Montauk chair the story changed, and of course 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 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 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 Camero, 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 US, one England, and one China and a war broke out between Japan and China. That world there was a lot of crime, people being evil, an attempt upon my life, head aches until I gave up Facebook and searching for a way home. By that time, there were seven confirmed time machines running and Mandela effect was skipping things around. Meaning Jiffy or Jiff, etc. Then it happened the story line changed dramatically.  

The Germans in some timeline won World War II. They had a time machine also. The Chinese attacked the three Japanese time machines and then Japan cars, and economic interests in Bolivia started to disappear being replaced by China. Meaning instead of Japan Toyato, 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 started to replace all the history with their own.  

Example Mount Illimani in Bolivia has been searched for years for gold. Guess what happened nine months prior to me ending up on this timeline. The Chinese found gold or some type of 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 are from China now along with new cars.  

The evilness of Montauk the Germans evidently are influencing sometime portals. Per the story line 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, you are saved you might not be. ie. You saved your body, your spirit but having to be switched mentally, the new body you are in might not be saved. ie they are using your body and mind to attempt an assanation on Christ. Thus the line they will knock saying they prophesied in your name. And Christ's response I know you not.  

That is evil one. Evil two in 83 the reason Bigfoot showed up was because those timelines were going to steal someone else chair. In fact, they did or at least; some ofthe timelines succeed and blanked out the minds among the people supposedly responsible for the project. ie this is why Al, Duncan, etc. remember parts of their lives are 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 quantum level. Change your body. I know this odd but evidently the tgoal is a 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 dies 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 due to murdering Christ, which is spirituality and or sexuality if you listen to enough of these videos. Evidently, there is a third plan one super humans 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. 

A twist in a tale would be about a tale of two cities. However, that tale has been told. This tale is about Alice and Wonderland a twist in the Mad Hatter and the girl he married some 150 years ago. You see Alice did not kill the jabberwocky. She instead fled with the Mad Hatter, Tea Mouse and Mad Hare to this world. Once similar to Alice's but different enough that she and the Mad Hatter eloped and raised a family some 150 years ago. According to the dairy given to one Lewis Carroll, who used the diary as a basis for his book, Alice and the psychotic Hatter were exiled to this plane of existence when they fled the Red Queen after failing to defeat the jabberwocky. The white rabbit which is one of the few cosmic

tunnelers between different planes of existences then hid the rabbit hole. Therefore, some 150 years later, there Mrs. Whitfield was sitting having tea with her great-great-great grandfather the Mad Hatter from the stories of Alice and Wonderland. Albert for short was telling of how the land of Wonderland was a far away place that only cosmic tunnels could get to and how rabbits, specifically white herald rabbits were one of the few people to be able to find such a tunnel. Royal announcing rabbits he said and midgets, which were the maintenance workers of the tunnels. Mrs. Whitfield seemed lost in thought so Albert poured some tea. Of late Albert seemed more and more normal, meaning less and less like a happy-go-lucky character most think about when thinking of the Mad Hatter. Mrs. Whitfield or Laura to those who knew her personally was the latest charge of her great-great-great grandfather who her father had taken care during his life time without many people knowing about his favorite time alone with his relative. Laura was given custody of Albert after her father found out he was going to be going away for a while. Laura as a child of 13 when introduced to Albert was excited. A twist in a tale would be about a tale of two cities. However, that tale has been told. This tale is about Alice and Wonderland a twist in the Mad Hatter and the girl he married some 150 years ago. You see Alice did not kill the jabberwocky. She instead fled with the Mad Hatter, Tea Mouse and Mad Hare to this world. Once similar to Alice's but different enough that she and the Mad Hatter eloped and raised a family some 150 years ago. According to the dairy given to one Lewis Carroll, who used the diary as a basis for his book, Alice and the psychotic Hatter were exiled to this plane of existence when they fled the Red Queen after failing to defeat the jabberwocky. The white rabbit which is one of the few cosmic tunnelers between different planes of existences then hid the rabbit hole. Therefore, some 150 years later, there Mrs. Whitfield was sitting having tea with her great-great-great grandfather the Mad Hatter from the stories of Alice and Wonderland. Albert for short was telling of how the land of Wonderland was a far away place that only cosmic tunnels could get to and how rabbits, specifically white herald rabbits were one of the few people to be able to find such a tunnel. Royal announcing rabbits he said and midgets, which were the maintenance workers of the tunnels. Mrs. Whitfield seemed lost in thought so Albert poured some tea. Of late Albert seemed more and more normal, meaning less and less like a happy-go-lucky character most think about when thinking of the Mad Hatter. Mrs. Whitfield or Laura to those who knew her personally was the latest charge of her great-great-great grandfather who her father had taken care during his life time without many people knowing about his favorite time alone with his relative. Laura was given custody of Albert after her father found out he was going to be going away for a while. Laura as a child of 13 when introduced to Albert was excited. Per a prior story, she was given a box with the true story of Alice and Wonderland. However, that was a long-long time ago and presently Mrs. Whitfield without any children was starting to worry about where Albert would be soon. Just then Albert said he would like to go home to his old tea table and service set. This was the first time in Mrs. Whitfield's life that she had heard this from Albert. Mrs. Whitfield started to look into that possibility having no clue in the book or else where to look for a white rabbit or rabbit hole to Wonderland. That far-far-far-off place which according to Albert was just a dream away.     However, that was a long-long time ago and presently Mrs. Whitfield without any children was starting to worry about where Albert would be soon. Just then Albert said he would like to go home to his old tea table and service set. This was the first time in Mrs. Whitfield's life that she had heard this from Albert. Mrs. Whitfield started to look into that possibility having no clue in the book or else where to look for a white rabbit or rabbit hole to Wonderland. That far-far-far-off place which according to Albert was just a dream away.