Pirate of the CAR-I-Be-IN
So. My voice sounds a cross between Garfield, the cats’ and Eeyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh. And I sing.
I sing songs long forgotten. I sing of pirates. For I wanted to be a pirate when I grew up. But the navy would not have me.
I wanted to travel the seven seas. And swim in the oceans before Japan killed them.
In this photo? I was running late to London, England. I had crossed over from France recently, doing a tour of sorts.
Yes, people paid me. Yes, it was mostly out of pity. That poor deaf one-eyed one footed singer who sounds like a cat dying.
I had all my stuff in a pillow case suitcase and my guitar, which I could play only three cords. Reason the others were broke. And being deaf, I some tuned them out of rhyme and tune because. Well, a C sounded like a D and so forth.
Thus, my music was that of an absurd type and my voice matched. And the places I played were those bars where naked ladies were being paid. Reason? The ladies loved my music it focused their clients on them and not their surroundings or the music.
The clients usually paid me to shut down as soon as they could. Meaning if you ever hear a cat crying at night. Then think about that during the chaos of sexual pleasure. In a cathouse and realize my Winnie the Pooh voice might be pretty disturbing.
So I made my living crossing France playing at lady of the nights clubs and bookstores. That people would wonder how or who in their right mind would invite me to.
Reason? Oh, I wrote a few books here and there. Read by a select few thousand or so. Why? I tend to write truthfully and people at times want to hear that they are dead.
My life story is not for the faint of heart. I lived. Or live my life in a pillow case suitcase after all. And that I can show via photos and stories different times and realities makes those who read me wonder at times.
Latest notable work? A story about how we aged 660,000 years these past two years. How so?
Speed time and distance. In our lives, we are to travel 0.2 light years in 66 years of life. And? So?
Well, according to NASA and others, we traveled 2,000 light years. Meaning? Well, speed of earth stayed a constant. But distance changed dramatically. And so? Well Speed constant, and distance 2,000 light years. Means we aged 660,000 years these past few years. Kind of wild and, of course, I wrote the formulas with references and math etc out. And no one seemed to care but those watching for the Planet X.
That the Planet X is already here and so forth was another story. Here?
Sure. That story is written too. If you want to see the Planet X go to Google maps. Look up Fallon, Montana, and look into the sky. Then drive from Fallon Montana to Glendive Montana. Then look into the sky and realize that a simulator. Or mirror is hiding the planet and that we are or were all dead a long, long time ago. And this? This is some simulator and we are fighting the internet of things or for those into sci fiction. Cylons.
Yeap. I did not believe that until I read the ingredients of the vaccine. The little nanobots injected into the humans are killing humans, making those vaxed into toasters or Cylons. Kind of wild.
So back to the train and me running away to London, England. I sort of got the bug and decided to go unmasked across Europe. I was going to be the unmasked V. And tell people they are dead. Now. You think this is weird? Think I am singing my songs to those paying to have sex and traveling via train. And doing it all with a guitar with three strings in the tune of Garfield, the cat. Surreal? Surreal is you have made it this point in the story.
So there I was with this as my background story when I realized why should I have to wait 20 years to blow up Parliament of the United Kingdom building? If I did it now, I could cut 20 years off of building a track in the subway system. The idea appealed to me.
However, I don’t like bombs or explosions. So instead I sat in front of Parliament of the United Kingdom and started to sing my songs. Now England is a tolerant place for blind one footed gents. The darlings and The Boyz loved the songs. But the message seemed not to be getting to them.
The message? That the internet of things could not hold all of them so the vax was meant to limit their reproduction system and kill them. Sad but truthful is true.
And? The message did get to the Parliament of the United Kingdom which had me arrested for disturbing the peace after a time.
The moral of the story? Time traveller trying to change the fate of reality do not change anything and often times makes people that are trapped in hell not even realize who or what is going on around them.
Thus after I got released. I had my guitar and no pillowcase. So I left England and sought out like-minded people among the gypsies.
A library discovery in La Paz, Bolivia
My Dear Alice,
I found a secret place recently. Someplace I think you would enjoy.
The La Paz Public Library. Not where you would expect to find a hidden English section.
Let alone a rare book.
In yet? The room was in the back section. I had gotten into the library, which is closed to
most via accident.
And? Forgive me. I was an explorer of sorts in my time. And? I got lost. I walk among
old books from the 30s, 40s, 50s, to 2018. Seems that funds had run short since.
In the back corner of the marble library. One could see that a room was there. Why?
Well, the square outline of the wall reached out from the window.
I went to see if there was a door or what was there? And? To my surprise, the complete
wall was covered with books. Now this perturbed me.
So, I looked again. And? Well, one shelf hid a door knob. And? Well, I turned the knob,
of course. I am an explorer of sorts, like I said.
Did I enter? Of course. It was lit by the sunlight of a window on the other side of the
wall.
Inside? I found a treasure of foreign books. Someone’s foreign book club.
I found French, English, Italian, and, of course, Portuguese, and a few Spanish books.
However, these were much older than the 1900s century.
The Spanish books were of the 1500s century. Old hymnals or something. A few were
in Aymara, even. Which, if you get a chance, has some wonderful musical songs.
The foreign book table now. That was unexpected. Seems like a few of the books.
Maybe I should say journals belong to personal people.
One? A according to a note. An ending of Che Guevara by Che? According to this.
Meaning my Spanish is poor. His ending, or at least the last six pages, was of interest.
“I am at the Bolivian military airport,” scribbling some names of people and I think
Castro or an agent of the CIA. “They have betrayed me” Then a drawing of sorts.
Wonderful, I can say Che knew how to draw. “Every move I make, the CIA tells the
Bolivians” Then a blood-soaked page is hard to read, but the words? “T was not the CIA
but Castro who betrayed m”
Interesting, no? The next journal I found according to the note next to it belongs to Harry
Alonzo Longabaugh? Humor, the note stated, Sundance Kid? Humor reading it was fun.
According to Mr. Longabaugh or Sundance, they had just robbed their seventh bank in
Bolivia. And? So, here is something no one seems to realize. Seems Harry and Robert
LeRoy Parker, or Butch Cassidy, had a falling out. And? Cassidy was going back to the
states. Meaning? Seems Butch or Bob referenced in the journal left before the last page
of the journal. And? Most likely according to the note Robert LeRoy Parker or Butch or
Bob per the note lived in Nevada until 1927.
The next note was something wild. It was a complete book in English called the Bolivian
Time Traveller. By Clinton R. Siegle. If you find the first two stories hard to believe, his
story is wildly speculative fiction. Or at least that is what I thought in 2019. Now in 2021?
I realized I was reading a time traveller journal. Some of which you can find online if you
search “Wandering mind through the multiverse”. The book, more than a journal,
references almost everything he talks about and shows photos.
Finally, I got the rare book. A picture book by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Let me be
honest. Lewis Carrol books in Bolivia are not what I expected. I opened it. I had to
rethink reality for a moment. Why? Child pornographic or a person taking photos? Not
what I expected. There were at least a few short stories.
One on the Ways. For those into the Wheel of Times. It would seem Mr. Dodgson knew
magic of a sort. According to the story, one night while he was practicing something. His
mirror opened up well. Gave him a scare. The whole story was absurd, of course. Now?
Now in 2021, I wonder if I am the one that is absurd.
I had the gall to ask the person running the library if I could take three of the books with
me. Seems the person let alone did not care. But she was happy to be rid of some of
the books. It seems the new political party was planning on destroying parts of the
library.
And thus my dear Alice, my adventure in the La Paz Library. Oh, I did finally finish
rewriting the Bolivian Time Traveller. Attached is a copy.
https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1263522769311731712
Please do write. It has been eons since I have heard from you that long ago night on
Sagittarius or was it just a dream?
Sincerely,
Clinton R. Siegle
I might live in my own little worlds. But that is okay. The people all know about me there.. The dreamers always say be yourself. The problem is I have lived such a weird life. Being a weirdo could be one of my official titles. Be wonderful? I try to be kind. Be sensitive? I pray Dear Lord do not let me cause pain. Impulsive? Let alone do I live inside my mind most of my greatest adventures happen there. Crazy? Oh I own that I do not go crazy. I go normal from time to time and wonder if others are really crazy? When I talk to them about facts. Mystical? I travel upon moonlight and if this is not a dream you all would not be in my life. Vulnerable/ I am bear with a missing eye and foot. Lovable? I am no longer sure of love.I think love might be fickle. Magical? If you have ever read my stories let alone will I drag you down the rabbit hole with me, I will introduce you to the white rabbit and Alice. Beautiful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and see beauty everywhere. The right people will adore me? No. They will tolerate me because let alone weirdo. I might be one of the most dangerous story tellers of all time. For you see my life has been one statement it has not gone as planned. When something went wrong in my life? Daily these days I say plot twist and write another story. It might not move on from here. But here I am and I shall find a solution in the end. For if I always do what I have always done. i will always get what i have always gotten. In yet? I will be the change I need in this worlds to make them a better place.
https://www.minds.com/.../hello-alice-i-was-wondering-i...
What is wild? When I met Alice in 2015. I had somehow gone from being a Microbiologist to having the title Engineer. https://www.linkedin.com/in/clintonsiegle/ There are like three people that know my Alice story here. Alice, and two others that I told. I have written about how she went through my private files etc.
That I hunted her down in story land and found her creator or one of her creators Raven a super coder from Chicago. https://www.reddit.com/.../the_truth_behind_the_mandela.../
That her story online makes no sense in this reality anymore is wild as far as I am concerned. That my story makes no sense in this timeline also makes me wonder at times. Which is real? What is real? And if this is the past per closed time curved loop reality and galaxies speeding up and slowing down to parallel times. What exactly was I supposed to change?
That was the trick, was it not? A closed time curved loop interaction of a soul with a parallel reality. In yet? I know I am not seeing people speak my English because I can see their mouths move in ways that the words do not match at all. I can hear them speak still when I look at their mouths. Sure maybe I am just having a wonderful awkward dying death dream. That would make sense. Just Like the walking tree or the moving mountain. https://www.minds.com/.../to-watch-the-walking-tree-and...
That leaves the question of censorship. Meaning? I should be able to influence the past into a difference course of action is what I was told or so I read here https://www.andersoninstitute.com/
The reality of the question is if the game play has moved on without me. Do I really need to continue to play in a dead world? https://www.andersoninstitute.com/
Meaning according to the new science here stars as old as 70 billion years are in an existence. Meaning if they existed that long reality has been playing this game a lot longer than I have been around and will play on when I am either in hell or food for worms or hiding in the shadow of the Almighty.
So I try to back track my reality. It is not like I have not documented what I have seen or tried hard to remember people, places, and things. So I started to try to index some of the journals. The problem when I read through them? I find stories and numbers changed. I wonder if I did the changing or the person that was here prior to me wrote down his memories and if his memories are here what does that mean? Meaning? Well. There is a multiverse. There is more than one time and reality for earth. Are his memories here stronger than mine was her first and I am next and so forth and so on. I think you can guess at the rabbit hole. If I am not me and I remember writing 70 percent of the journal and the 30 percent is that another me or just a difference in reality showing another souls perspective of where they came from? https://www.minds.com/.../that-awkward-moment-in-time-is...
I think that is the rabbit hole is it not? Who was first and who was last? If I came from Saggitarrious from an earth 6.5 billion years old with a world population of 8.5 to 8.6 billion according to www.deagel.com on May 18, 2016. And this is now November 1st, 2020 in yet now they say 2012 which reality is truthful? And for that matter does it matter? Did I come first or last in some sort of bizarre reality game that I am unaware of saying I will join in the game? If I did this to myself on purpose I hope the purpose was good. For all I am seeing is that humanity seems bent on killing itself over the concept that they want freedom from a storyline that seems not bendable or breakable.
God is the great story teller. That is the truth. But what about all those realities seen where Christ was assassinated and humanity reigned for a day a thousand years up to seven million years? That is what I am saying closed time curved loop reality represents that all that time has been like a second here and those dreams or dreamers are all long dead and gone and as far as I can tell did not live up to some sort of game plan designed for them.
What happens in the perfect game? I am still waiting to find out. I speculate on this. I can see a different reality already coming about. I just am not sure if I want the Borg lifestyle. I also see a Star Trek formatting lifestyle yet both are horribly wrong at times. So? I am unsure of reality. I supposed that is why I followed Alice down the CERN hole. https://www.facebook.com/groups/evidenzecollezione/permalink/1527596790639953/?__cft__[0]=AZXBLlWy6E_s0O-WH5ZCHbeqMk8mWm-BkQk4dr6knWbtfekfX6SunZgXRN-xkPBhTCX8tyL5w5wbJftRqfzGq6EK60lrY6bRZ2YUuQUVTsuo5zrDzWwocYgrZ8pR93GgRteoIbpJeBJ1NlEEYrAgCJJnNgYrW_18Fa67K3bDacnClg&__tn__=%2CO%2CP-R
I can see an ending in sight. In yet? I realize the story I was told and this all might just be a beginning for me. Trapped on Lost, the television version of the series in La Paz, Bolivia was not my expectation in life. I wonder if or how many souls or golems in the mirror reality succeed in any of my wild adventures?
Meaning? I could have owned a gold mine in 1997. I could have owned a partnership in an oilfield in 1993. I could have worked much harder which I am not sure about. I could have ended up in Iraq 2006. I could have done so many other adventures and I end up down a rabbit hole a rabbit hole wondering about time, my soul, and here is the trip of this story. The idea that in my final moments of death say 10 minutes in a reality I am experiencing all this as a hullication in my mind and you all are a figment of my imagination. Sure wish I had a better imagination and pizza.
Makes me wonder as I write this. Did Lewis Carrol suffer as I did andy write his whole book while he was dying but had a better imagination and wrote about dying as if it was some sort of adventure to Wonderland. Makes almost sense. The only part missing is why am I doing this still? Meaning?
Well, back to memories my world earth moved around the galaxy at a much faster speed. So? I should have died according to my speculation when my galaxy was to hit the next galaxy in 365,000 years and here they say 4.5 billion years and in 2019 it was 2 billion years so I am moving backwards farther in time means I am dying at a faster or slower rate as I get farther away from my reality. What about the bible changes where Zachariah went from nuclear war to zombies and that a third of heaven souls were stolen is there no hope? I have hope. I also want pizza. I wonder about both nowadays.
The question is all this real? I have kicked enough to say my sense of feeling says this is real. I understand now that all this is light so I might be in a holographic reality. Meaning? Plants absorb light we eat plants and in a sense all we are is stabilized frequency of light for a time.Meaning closed time curved loop reality I have never moved from the spot where my soul was stolen and all of my 45 years in my reality are but a dream or if I go the other way when ever my soul was stolen from my reality to be placed in that reality I am or my soul is going back to its original body for a day of judgment. Either way quite unsettling.
I look at the events of 2020 changing to 2012. All the blue, pink, red, etc moons and wonder traveling by moonlight is not what I expected it to be. A twinkle in one's eye and one person will be gone. Tha tI was missing 1.2 to 2 billion people the first couple of weeks really freaked me out. Anyway no problem reality is what you make of it is what they say.
I wonder who they are. Because I would point out that this is not my reality and these people speaking a different language at times have facial and eye expressions that fake me out completely.
Same with music. They changed the sounds from frequencies which are too loud for my ears that I can actually listen to certain music these days.
So what is the coming event? December 21 through 26 the ending of 2012 according to a different calendar. What is the importance of this? I do not know.