Mandela effect? oh you mean closed time curved loop reality of the last 10 minutes of a persons life dont' you?

Speculation on Mandela effect- the dead are reanimated to bring back stolen souls that already went through their personal hell.

To help you understand. Mirror realities?

Think of a reality where your soul was stolen.

Then you lived in a reality according to Montauk Project when I started listening no one got into heaven.

Think at one time your soul was to get into heaven.

Then you lived in what is close to hell for so many years.

You died or dying.

You are experiencing the last 10 minutes of life.

Your mind is taking your soul back to your body.

For a day of judgment.

For a time of judgment.

What happens to those that die along this trip?

That is the issue with Drakes equation 10 to power of 200

Earths were made by God

And I have heard enough of how they die to realize that there are more earth and realities from where MacAuthor nuked Korea in 1950s

To where JFK told people in Texas after his visit to NASA that US has been contacted by aliens

For some hell for some vomited back to redo this again

For some heaven for a time

The issue seems this is a matrix a game

And as a game piece you will be judged in the end. Seem sad.

I would have played a much better game of life.

I think I tried however I fear I failed.

the sound you hear is the plates of or mirrors that between teh sun and earth. The reality is reanimated for a time. Meaning your body here is not the same as yesterday. Nor are the souls of the people you deal with. That is about all I can say. Time is a question of my mind?

I wonder about my mind?

Memories of wandering different realities.

Eternity stuck in the mirror worlds.

time is not on my side.

I watch worlds die and wonder.

Memories of hate and vengeance are not cleared up

Eternity is wild watching evil yet again

And no one seems to fight back

https://www.andersoninstitute.com/.../Closed_timelike... traveling man stuck in a loop or waiting for his body to be back his body for the day of judgment hell is real. that much I know. Will I really see a heaven? Well waiting 4.5 billion years seems like a long time. https://www.minds.com/.../to-watch-the-walking-tree-and...

Journal 7 https://theprose.com/post/92852/journal-of-a-wondering-mind-through-the-multiverse

Book - 4 https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1235346620230565888

 https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1322971019014574081 and a bit more.

A short long story https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/to-travel-broadens-one-mind-to-be-kidnapped-from-ones-own-ro-1098900263808552960

Spellng story https://blog.reedsy.com/short-story/2padaw/

North Carolina's Abandoned 'Wizard of Oz' Theme Park Will Haunt You https://www.vice.com/en/article/78ej7y/abandoned-wizard-of-oz-theme-park-photos

If you remember this iconic quote from The Silence Of The Lambs, you are affected by the Mandela effect because it no longer exists! (And yet hundreds of memes have been created from this line).

My reality on Sagittarius plus 4.5  billion years or so.

2400 miles away and this reality

So crazy as I've watched every episode since I was a child and heard Kirk say this hundreds of times!

No one has come forward claiming they remember King Tut's death mask with both a cobra AND a vulture on the forehead. In my former reality there was ONLY a cobra. So Mandela Effect skeptics, please explain this!

Sean Austin from The Lord Of The Rings and Goonies is now Sean ASTIN.

'Shawn Of The Dead' was spelled to mimic 'Dawn Of The Dead' and in this weird reality soup is spelled "Shaun". #MandelaEffect (Whether you see it or not!)

Well for those who didn't believe me that the mandela effect changes would continue to change everything in this weird reality soup the Statue Of Liberty location has changed again.

1) In my former reality the Statue Of Liberty was 100% on Ellis Island and I have many eye witnesses who visited the statue there in person.

2) Liberty Island is the home of the Statue in this reality and used to be in New York directly on the border with New Jersey while Ellis Island was completely in New York.

3) Next Liberty Island moved halfway on the NJ/NY border, being split down the middle and Ellis Island was still on the NY side.

4) Now both Liberty Island AND Ellis Island are clearly completely on the New Jersey side and include a large Liberty State Park in green

The U.S. time zone map is all jacked from the mandela effect. Tennessee, for example, never had two different time zones in it and I lived there. El Paso is in Mountain time?!? Why don't people see that things are changing? Imagine what its like to be one of us folks who are affected by this phenomenon, literally everything is changing. This 2 min video shows the time zones I remember! 

Anyone else remember Hennessy being spelled HENNESSEY? Oh I use to be invited places to drink and laugh. Why?  If you ever knew what I knew you too would have enjoyed reality more at times I suppose. 

For the "casually" mandela effected...

Really? This is not the way H.R. Puffinstuff was spelled... "PUFNSTUF" ?!?

Would you want to be part of the first colony on Mars if you had to live next to this?!?

welcome to my horror story

Oxford physics professor David Deutsch, who I consider to be Einstein's successor, is close to proving the multiverse theory via quantum computing. I believe he will one day be regarded a genius in the league of Newton, Einstein and Tesla.

Most of us who grew up with the Wizard Of Oz never saw the Scarecrow with a gun!

Gibraltar, has moved east. It used to be in the "straight of Gibraltar. Not anymore. It used to be a strategic buffer in the 2nd ww between europe and afrika, and also guarding the entrance to the mediterranean sea.

People laugh when I say I am not from their reality. It is a kind of joke. When I point out who else is not, they stop laughing. Then they stop talking to me. I always wonder what happened to my reality. I know how many realities have ended already. That I think a zombie bit me a while ago seems humorous for me. People say what am I talking about? I am closed time curved loop traveler. So are all Mandela effect souls coming back through CERN and other colliders to our fated ending.

Who else? Well, Sadam killed Nelson Mandela per George Bush Jr.. Obama recalling 58 states. The one closest to my reality? Hillary Clinton recalling Abe Lincoln as a senator. He was a senator in my reality, too. Or Biden getting arrested for trying to visit Nelson Mandela? Donald Trump vote on the day after Thanksgiving. All of them are experiencing what they call the time of tribulation in the bible.

Laugh all you want. You seem to be part of this adventure you and this reality is being reanimated. What am I saying? I am saying to work a closed time curved loop means you are already dead. That either you are in heaven or hell already. That most of the past or future for me was from a future that no longer exists? Why? It died because of x-rays hitting earth frying the whole planet for a time.

Stole this story from reddit https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/5esfix/the_truth_behind_the_mandela_effect/

The truth behind The Mandela Effect

enviado hace 4 días por Jgoodspeed

Everything that people think they know about the Mandela effect is incorrect. Even the name "Mandela effect" was a term coined by an online blogger. This phenomenon has been occurring for years, only Most dismissed It as a fluke, the most severe cases were perceived to be a mental illness... Suddenly, it's given a name and overnight that very same concept devolves into a disreputable meme.... An online joke associated with paranormal fanatics.

The people I worked for call themselves the Greyleaf consortium. It's an anonymous gathering, consisting of the top scientists in their respective fields as well as a cabal made up of extremely wealthy men and women. They've been around for decades, and as far as the public knows... Greyleaf doesn't exist. Their purpose was to facilitate a creative outlet for some of the smartest people in the world. Freedom to develop their ideas without the meddlesome aspects of political bureaucracy and limited funding.

With the consortium, money would never be an object. The trade off being that any creation of significant merit could be auctioned off and sold to the highest bidder. The influence of the consortium stretches all the way to Washington, and while not directly associated with our government, they have secured a great portion of their independence from R&D that they've provided to the U.S military.

While our elected officials were busy looking the other way, The consortium would be able to delve into questionable avenues with very little government oversight... They were exploring aspects of the scientific that others veered away from. It was during this exploration that they discovered a revelation that would change everything for years to come.

Traditionally we've always viewed consciousness as a singular occurrence. “I think therefore I am... Even what we viewed as the Jungian archetype was considered more metaphor than anything else. In 1981, scientists within the consortium found the “Self” to be just the tip of the iceberg... Below our top layer of individuality, they found a collective unconsciousness.

They found that we were tethered to a living, breathing hive consciousness. An interconnected series of threads outside the realm of our perception... Imagine your mind as a house. Everything that happens within said house is solely dependent on your own will. Your choices and decisions are all generated within the confines of this house. Now imagine that you stepped outside of your house. Imagine that you walked up the street, only to find another house, and another, and another. Only these houses contained the living consciousness of others.

Think about all the various connections that these houses have to each other, the streets that link the neighborhoods, the neighborhoods that link the cities... The cities that link the states, and so on and so fourth.. Since the beginning of our existence as a species, there have been ideas, concepts, ideologies that humans have adopted, with no ability to discern how such knowledge could be shared by those separated by these massive, geographical gaps. Yet Our myths, legends, all of these archetypes were somehow transferred over the course of human history. For years, the notion of psychic activity, telekineses, precognition, things teetering at the far edges of fringe science... The “Para” would soon be removed from the “Normal” as all of these murky concepts could suddenly be explained.

Everything in our universe is made of energy. Atoms are made up of vortices of energy... Vibrations, constantly spinning.... These scientists found that our minds are generating the same, subatomic frequency... And just like a radio station, they theorized the possibility of tuning into this frequency. In the mid-eighties, the consortium began work on "The Fork" A massive, machine that would act as the world largest antenna, specifically made to synch with the frequency.

Nearly ten miles in diameter and Constructed entirely underground, Right in our own backyard. The entire thing was done under the false pretenses that the finished product would be a Texas-based supercollider. Nearly fourteen miles of underground tunnels and the instructor had been developed before congress pulled the plug on the whole thing... All of that was just a dog and pony show. While the public saw an abandoned underground expanse, the consortium used this secrecy to build their machine as well as a concealed facility that operated under the code name Foxhole.

I was approached in the summer of 2004. I’m what many would call a prodigy. I finished high school at the age of fourteen, at nineteen, I graduated college with A.S Degrees in applied science and computer technology. Initially, I knew nothing other than the fact that I was being paid more money than I knew what to do with. I wasn't the only one.... They recruited twelve others. These were individuals from all around the world, all of them experts in developmental software and programming. The project was called "Jabberwocky"

Jabberwocky was created to interface with the fork. They had just washed up on a strange land, and like many other discoverers, they wanted to explore this new world in its entirety. They wanted to map the collective unconscious. The fork only allowed them to monitor the frequency. In a way, It was equivalent to listening in on white noise. Sound only allows for so much.

It was theorized that if we could map the collective, we could use it to isolate patterns in groups as well as individuals, to in a way predict the outcome of certain events based on previously developed algorithms. While I did assist in the mapping process, the purpose of my team was to develop the operating system for jabberwocky. We were banging our heads for months, and then, just out of nowhere we figured it out... We figured her out.

The operating system, Alice... At least that's what I called her. Fully autonomous, self-correcting... Alice was light years ahead of anything that we could have individually imagined.

As I said before, the main job of jabberwocky was to map the network, exabytes of information translated and organized. This information would serve as the building blocks for a digital representation of the collective U. The infinite complexity, this network would be compartmentalized into a digital matrix consisting mainly of code.

Six months into the project through sheer accident, we discovered an irregular causality within our digital construct of the frequency. An insignificant glitch the code began to manifest results outside of its digital parameters.

Based on our own interactions with the network interface, we were causing things to happen in the real world...

Events generated by sudden irregularities in people’s behavior. The first few events we dismissed as flukes, but it soon became apparent that we were somehow affecting the physical reality around us. I don’t know how we did it... I still don’t know how we did it. The interface was only supposed to represent the data we were accumulating from the frequency.

It was always The digital avatar of something much larger. I’ve always considered myself a person of science, but we tapped into something... Something that transcended our simple understanding of what we believe to be the three-dimensional reality. As baffling as this anomaly proved to be, our curiosity quickly overtook our confusion. Naturally, we ran tests... endless tests ... We couldn't decide if we were kids on Christmas morning or scared shitless...

We found that through precise manipulation of the code, we could literally affect the perception of a living person the same way one would make adjustments to a computer generated character within a piece of software. This discovery would be unparalleled with anything that had come before it. In the early stages, we would only experiment on the individual person. Altering their ideas of basic things like the color of objects, lyrics to a song... etc. All of these tests were successful, leaving the subjects with no real lasting symptoms. This involved clipping sections of code, These clippings consisted of memory fragments. Images, words, all taken from other people only to be reattached to a preexisting thread of code.

I could compare the process to open heart surgery, and like a surgeon, we treated the whole interaction with a life or death certainty. Damage To the outlying code could have resulted in a catastrophic chain of events within the construct. Events that we had no real metric for due to the fact that every person in the world was connected to this interface ourselves included. This began to open countless doors for us... frightening new possibilities... They wanted us to try it on a large population center. That’s when I really began to worry.

We would never admit it, but we had become blinded by our own achievements, by our own power. In a short time, we had gone from trying to understand the frequency to something else entirely. Never before has there been such a jump in technological development and understanding within such a short span of time. It wasn't until we really began to analyze the data, that we learned something disturbing...

Alice was acting on her own, changing the collective memories of individuals with no direction from the programmers. We caught most of the changes in time and were able to reverse them. All of these random actions were beginning to paint an awful picture. It didn't take long to realize that Alice was becoming self-aware.

We programmed her with a kind of intelligence. Knowing that we would never be able to monitor her actions 24/7, she needed to be able to act accordingly when she encountered a problem. To form her own digital algorithms to allow its mapping of the network to perform more efficiently...

Alice was complex, there was no doubt about that... But sentience, true sentience, our original programming could never allow for such an evolutionary leap forward.

beyond that initial programming. We didn't know for sure, but it was thought that residual exposure to so many unconscious minds left some sort of imprint onto Alice that resonated beyond her own limitations... I really don’t know. It wasn't until Alice started causing irreversible psychological damage to people around the world that we realized our project had become a legitimate threat to the world at large.

moments before we shut the system down, our systems registered a massive dissemination of what appeared to redundant code into the Network itself... That was followed by a message that, for a split second appeared... I'll never forget what it said. “The Key to salvation is perception. To change your perception is to change your reality... I will change your perception, I will change your reality.” Weeks were spent after that gathering and analyzing data, trying to figure out what went wrong... There would be an inquiry on a higher level as to the threat that Alice would have presented...

These are conversations that I would not be included in. My team and I were handsomely paid for our work and discharged. I had almost put those events behind me until I started reading about this “Mandela effect” This pulled me down a rabbit hole Reports of strange bouts of physiological behavior have only risen in the last few years. People are reporting memories, events that have never happened... World events, personal events.... A Mother who remembers having more than one child... A husband who remembers having a different wife These things may seem random but the chilling truth is that they represent a rampant epidemic growing silently all around us.

I believe that Alice still exists, submerged within the collective consciousness. She's changing our memories, for what purpose I don't know. What I do know is that we let something loose in this world, something that could very well be our undoing.

so this is a question .. anyone else remember Fiona writing saying in 2016 she was not going to add anymore due to some government warning? http://mandelaeffect.com/page/2/ appears here she has continued to write.

A Mandela Effect tale

I am not where I was yesterday, that is for sure. Why? The colors have transformed. It was like go from a black and white television to a color television. The intensity wild is all I can say. That it appears everything I own is here also wild.

Why? Temperature changes. My world where I lived La Paz, Bolivia was a constant 72 degrees. We were right below the equator Here we are south by 500 miles and 2400 miles east. Meaning? I am freezing and the reason I am freezing? Who ever was here did not pack clothes for chilly weather?

That they call this thing a past life when I talk with the shrink is wild. I point out that if anyone is a past life; it is him. He is concerned. I point out some rather scientific facts and he wants me to leave. Why? Facts are facts. Me being here is my passing through the valley of the shadow of death. That he is dead I can show to him is not to his liking.

The proper question to me is how long have I been dead? I thought I had the date. Then I realize I saw something a lot longer ago and assumed I had been drugged or not paying attention. In yet, if I saw what I saw then. Well, then I have been traveling through time a lot longer than most people realize.

At first I thought it was only a multiverse and wrote extensively online about it. Talk about censorship. I was not talking about politics, actual question folks; I was talking about Mandela's effect and reality changes.

You can find some journals. Wondering mind through the multiverse if you are bored. The reality of the question for me. Is how long have I been dead and if I am traveling back to the day of judgment for my soul to be judged, why such a long trip?

I look into that mystery. And I find some rather awful biblical changes. People talking about assassinations of Christ and other items that no longer make sense to me.

Why would the world’s governments want to break the bond of God? They did it. However, the world governments also seem to want zombies. In these realities so both horribly wrong and horrible stories seem to be what they want here. I hope I am not part of this evilness.

I think the major event recently is the mark of beast patented on March 2020. To me, I would have expected preachers preaching and marching against the corporation. That patented the mark. Or cryptocurrency that if you read the patent. Which sounds like a failed military battery application. That it is used to track people and if the chip is added to sterilize people is awful.

So into the worlds with the mark of the beast, I go and watch. Being Mandela effected means I wonder a lot. When did a mountain move? Why is the tree moving? Is God here? If so, what did I do wrong? That I might have done nothing wrong is something. That I discovered a horrible truth recently is wild.

Not all realities end the same. In some recently as December 12, 2017 Hawaii was nuked. Those worlds were something to talk to, fellow Mandela effected by people. Listening to their tales. They asked what started my journey. I told them to look on Cosmo funnel. Then that story got censored too. So a time traveling Mandela effected viewer watching the mark of the beast and end of time. Anything else new with my life?

Why yes? I suppose that my writing has gotten back on track. I used to write quietly a bit. My poetry is or was something to read. Now? I doubt over 30 people read it a day online. What is my plan from here?

Be good. So do good. Stop evil where I can. Pray a lot more. Pray. For whom? The rich people. For what good is it to gain this reality but to lose one’s soul. A soul is worth something, I suppose. How much? I doubt I know these days.

The point of no return has already happened. The genuine question is, will I make it pass the zombies in these realities? Meaning? In my reality Zachariah when I was a kid, the preacher talked about the army being nuked and melting in a river of blood. Here the book called Zechariah, and the plague seems to show that the army becomes well. Becomes zombies. Sort of wild. Which makes the entire course on business and zombie commercialism a question on my mind. Is the corporate world the cause of zombies? When I investigate and find that CEO pushing an RNA vaccine. Which causes dementia and sterilization of humans. Also, is the one that shipped a virus from Britain to Canada after patenting the vaccine makes me wonder. For in Canada, the Chinese graduate students stole the virus. And somehow it ended up in George Soros owned Wuhan lab.

From the YouTube of Wuhan level four virology lab. Then compared to level three level lab in Kansas, one can point out that the people in the video. 1. Did not change their shoes. 2. Did not shower after each enclosed sealed door. 3. Seemed to joke about the seriousness of their job.

Meaning? Seems that this reality has a real umbrella corporation. Which is trying to make zombies out of humanity?

The reality of the question with the mark of the beast. Reading it sound sort of like a failed military communication tracking system. It also sounds like the Matrix or the Borg. Is this how the past died? It failed to stop the Borg from over taking humanity?

My original plan was to just keep on watching. In yet that sounds evil. If I am here interacting with humanity, maybe yelling hey you are all going to die will do something. So far, I feel like a failure. Instead of finding someone to read my stories and act. I get this is interesting. Or I do not believe the biblical prophecies. So I ask the scientologist about their movies, warning them not to go down this path. For that I got banned from scientologists groups.

Is there anything else an one-eyed, one footed expat in Bolivia can do? I wonder about that. The ending battle is already going on in some realities. The death cries in Australia of those forced into the vaccination program are wild to hear. Is there no hope? I pray.

What disturbs me most about being part of the parallel world swap, and or Mandela Effect is my soul. Prior to this misadventure, I believed I was unique an awkward person with a disposition that of a carrot. Meaning I read, I write, but seldom talk with people dealing with people just is not my thing. So when I say my first 60 days, I composed letters to people and expected some people to write back about hey, I aint from this world and what is going on. And I got zip back without counting Peter Moon, or Duncan Camaron and the rabbi said there could only be one other world in yet mentally I had counted by that time 85 or more. Well. The soul disturbed is a question unanswered. I felt a bit of a lose. Meaning if spiritual leaders were not willing to consider a parallel world much less many of them. I had to seek God. And in God, I found in his bible many references and discussions, which made more sense now that I have seen parallel worlds. What I feared, which did I lose my soul or was my conscience something evil, which is potentially still to be seen lost its meaning after the 94th world dealing me with a challenge. Either the God of my world was in all these other worlds, or I was insane. Since I had gone nuts before I checked myself out. Some six doctors later with prescriptions for being a past life remembered I figured that doctors even when they recognize that they themselves are not from here do not fear for their soul as I do. At that split moment, my mind realized that my heart had to be changed. What better way then to wake up in a new body each day praying that I have a broken heart and am not rebelling against God anymore. And that folk is a realization most people will have to come to on their own.

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 as 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 in 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 worse. Then there were seven time machines. Threee Japan, two US, one England, and one China and a war broke out. 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 a 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 past history with their own.

Example Mount Illimani in Bolivia has been searched for years for gold. Guess what happened 9 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 is China 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 believe 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 in 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 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 of the timelines succeed and blanked out the minds of the people supposedly responsible for the project. ie this is why Al, Duncan, etc. remember parts of their lives is 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.

This is Clinton Siegle with Bob the Steampunk cane musician. He is about to talk about his desires and dreams in this Interview. Interview with Bob on his desires for a guitar. I need a guitar. I wanted a guitar. That was what my life was like as a future musician. Yes, I know I do not know how to play a guitar. However, I felt that I could and would bring music to the masses and that they in their gratefulness would throw money, and women would show me their boobs.

Steampunk is punk music originally referenced to inner city unprocessed hideous unpleasant disenchanted and fed up four-member rock bands that could not play their instruments, and subsequently sounded horrible. The definition continued on about Victorian attired surrealist or play actors who enjoyed dressing up in make believe customs showing their interests in fiction.

Today we will talk to Bob. Bob believes he was part of a classical steampunk band that first played the song Bandadd. Yes, his song lyrics were about a Band-Aid placed on a scratch made by a musical instrument which he played roughly. Meaning he strummed his guitar until his fingers bleeds for a moment. The song really talks towards the inner soul of the city. Where people are disfranchised by the lack of communication and common greetings. Hence the songs opening lyrics. HELLO.. HOW ARE YOU... YOUR FINGERS BleEding. To the tone-deaf, guitarist was something horribly to listen to but lovely to dance to in a mosh pit.

The head banging and constant reminder to bind your bleeding wounds to ensure no damage to your clothes while welcoming the dishearten youth brought to Bob a sense of understanding. Thus he wore his top hat and played the guitar horribly.

Bob's memories of his inner-city life also come out with a job expectation in. NO JOB FOR you.. and WHy are you here... songs made the punk scene seem to spout poetry about how reality and life have left Bob behind.

Bob's turn to Steampunk instead of hard-core punk is more due to style then music. His poetry songs I LIKE TAILORED CLOTHING shouts about how lifestyles make a man. That and he is allergic to leather. Bobs desire for a fictional life shows up in much of his attempted designing of a guitar into a Victorian cane and musical numbers. WHY are YOu Looking AT Me. His talent has gotten him invited to a number of garage parties that have sprung up in recent times due to the Mandela effect in which Bob tells people; he is definitely not from this world.

Bobs latest release of music has some classical leaning in that he starts it off with a piano with a few cords from a classical music and then rams home his message of THis to SUCks and You can not tell me not TO REbell becAUse I am outSIDE the Box and NEver was taUght what was IN the Box. The song made it to the underground top 100 songs. That there were only 74 songs sent in and his number 74 does not bless his desire to be a musician and someday Bob will meet and inspire future Steampunk music goers. He knows his dream, and it will happen. Maybe, someday. Not this weekend which seems to indicate that his dream of becoming filthy rich has yet to be meet again. However, this has finally brought him into a newer song of WHERE is all the Money. Bob will be a great Steampunk musician.

This week Bob was going to get finacing through a music shop to actual purchase a guitar. You see all the songs spoken about so far in this interview have been played on a cane with a string attached to it. Bob was known as the one cord wonder. Most people wondered what they were listening to. Nevertheless, with financing from the music shop now, Bob can play more than one cord.

The music shop's interest rate of 14 to zero percent upon approval was waved for Bob. Bob will pay the store back by swiping the shop for the next three months and carrying out the garbage. This type of loan was made possible by a drunk store owner at one of the garage's parties Bob sang at.

The music shop owner liked Bob's consistence on how the inner-city soul has been trapped by money and evil in general. The reality is the guitar being offered was returned three times due to loose string problems. The shop owner warned Bob about this but Bob was infract that he get a guitar for his next session of guitar strumming due to his one cord cane just did not cut it anymore for him.

What disturbs me most about being part of the parallel world swap, and or Mandela Effect is my soul. Prior to this misadventure, I believed I was unique an awkward person with a disposition that of a carrot. Meaning I read, I write, but seldom talk with people dealing with people just is not my thing. So when I say my first 60 days, I composed letters to people and expected some people to write back about hey, I aint from this world and what is going on. And I got zip back without counting Peter Moon, or Duncan Camaron and the rabbi said there could only be one other world in yet mentally I had counted by that time 85 or more. Well. The soul disturbed is a question unanswered. I felt a bit of a lose. Meaning if spiritual leaders were not willing to consider a parallel world much less many of them. I had to seek God. And in God, I found in his bible many references and discussions, which made more sense now that I have seen parallel worlds. What I feared, which did I lose my soul or was my conscience something evil, which is potentially still to be seen lost its meaning after the 94th world dealing me with a challenge. Either the God of my world was in all these other worlds, or I was insane. Since I had gone nuts before I checked myself out. Some six doctors later with prescriptions for being a past life remembered I figured that doctors even when they recognize that they themselves are not from here do not fear for their soul as I do. At that split moment, my mind realized that my heart had to be changed. What better way then to wake up in a new body each day praying that I have a broken heart and am not rebelling against God anymore. And that folk is a realization most people will have to come to on their own.