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Pray for Peace. War is evil. War is crazy. Pray for Peace. No war with Iran.Dec 17, 2021, 1:29:00 AM

Not everyone has the intelligence to conquer another, the wisdom to take care and imagination to love.

There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure? He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer, which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce, and the pay was small, but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.

The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear, having missed a chance to plunder, was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more than that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.

The wind blew the current brought up drowned ships older than times itself. One even looked like a UFO. There were roman vessels; there were Chinese junks, Viking long boats, not just one or two ole 1500 century pirate ships but more than dozen flying the skull and crossbones. Time shift to a similar person but in a different time zone.

This is a simple story of a space battle, such a tale as may be told by a pirate who is no writer to a reader who is no pirate. The morning of Sunday, the seventh of day of June 2013, was bright and cold. The wake up call of the captain was sounded rather late, for the snakes, wearied with long voyage, were to have a day at port in New York City prior to destroying and conquering the planet for their own evil design to end human kind. The snake people were here for revenge and were ahead of the heavenly ship by eight years. Within seven years they will have conquered the world and made the humans their slaves both mentally and physically destroying, murdering, and causing wars that would destroy a full four fifth of the worlds population. The men in black were hopeless in fighting the snakes and the world’s governments had been influenced by the snakes to build their bunkers within the worlds crust, which would be nuked to a French fry, causing no people to be able to live there. But that day that day prior to Nibirs arrival was such a strange day. The snake people dressed as human wondered through New York using their stolen credit cards to buy what they wanted and make the jewelry stores their profit for a lifetime and since they would only live another few days. Well, that was their day. AS a pirate this is where I came upon this viewing. Pirates viewing is a bit different from a seer’s viewer or fortune tellers. Ender the Pirate was hoping only for a profit. Now how did a land dwelling pirate end up p in space one might ask and that is the jest of the story The portals to other worlds and realms was opened to him due to his riding the great skimmer into the tidal cycle that wove around earth and ate ships, isle, and whole continents at times. The story goes Ender was about to take the ship little Endeavor from Ms. Churchill off the coast of Japan in 1500s when the tide pulled the skimmer into a slush pill of other ships and tings. The cycle pulled and pushed and the skimmer was pulled out into the ocean from the Chinese Sea within minutes of it being sucked into the tide. There Ender was forced to reconsider life and chances. The first encounter on the tidal cycle was other survivors looking for food.

Be careful not to hurt people, they can begin to love you less. The pain you cause can chisel their hearts until there’s nothing left."

A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.

Trust is like an eraser: it becomes smaller and smaller with every mistake.

If you ask me if I like your company my answer is YES. However, if you want to know if I can live without you, my answer is YES as well.

It is better to be alone. Then being with someone who makes you alone.

The heart does not die when it stops beating; dies when the heart beats no sense.

A wise woman avoids drama she knows her time is precious she doesn’t waste her time on trivial things.

You can never fall in love with someone whom you never laugh whit.

True friends are the ones who have nice things to say about you behind your back.

Hurt me with the truth but never comfort me wit a lie.

I don’t have time to hate people who hate me, because I’m too busy loving people who love me.

When I love, I love with no limitations but if you betray me I love myself enough to let you go.*

Don’t hurt anyone. It only takes a few seconds to hurt people you love and it can take years to heal.

Fitness is like marriage you can’t cheat on it and expect it work.

A bad attitude is like flat tire: you can’t go anywhere until you change it.

One of the hardest things to do is letting go, not because you want to but because you have to.

A broken promise hurts as much as a lie you don’t just make them believe, you also make them hope.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here, we might as well dance.

Real couples stay faithful they don’t even think about looking for another because they’re too busy looking for ways to show love to each other.

Never ignore a person that loves you, care you and misses you because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting stars.

Never waste your feelings on someone who doesn’t value them.

A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.

Is sad to put an end to a chapter of life, but if you don’t, it is impossible to write more stories.

It might not be tonight, tomorrow or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.

Not everyone has the intelligence to conquer another, the wisdom to take care and imagination to love.

A person who is willing to do whatever it takes to put a smile on your face. worth keeping around

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

There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure. He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce and the pay was small but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects, when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.

The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear having missed a chance to plunder was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more then that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.

The wind blew the current brought up drowned ships older then times itself. One even looked like a UFO. There were roman vessels; there were Chinese junks, Viking long boats, not just one or two ole 1500 century pirate ships but more then dozen flying the skull and cross bones.

Ender being smart steered the Black Skimmer through drowned ships like a captain on a mission saving his ship. Right, left, right more straight then a maze he hauled over his ship to miss this and that ship, boat, and sea creature that had many arms and was trying to dragging down the ships caught in its arms.

Finally the Black Skimmer was in the open sea away from the path of the drowned ships. At which point Ender the pirate started to sing a sea shanty about rum and treasure that would be found from Long john Silver’s treasure map.

With that singing the Black Skimmer and crew sailed into the open China Sea with the wind blowing the flag of the skull an cross bones shown.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ender the pirate was feeling great. The black skimmer filled with loot from Long John Silvers treasure from the isle of the dead was in its holds. The Rum was being poured and liberty with song and music was had by all. The music was a sea shanty about pirates When I was one, I just begun,

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was two, I lost my shoe,

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was three, I climbed a tree, (hurt my knee)

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was four, I knocked on the door,

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was five, I learned to dive, (drive)

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was six, I picked up sticks,

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was seven, I went to Devon,

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was eight, I found a mate, (opened a gate)

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was nine, I drank some wine,

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

When I was ten, I started again, (rode a hen)

The day I went to sea.

I jumped aboard a pirate ship

And the Captain said to me:

‘We’re going this way, that way,

Forwards backwards,

Over the deep blue sea.

A bottle of rum to fill my tum

And that’s the life for me’.

Ender the pirate was sailing through the ocean with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat?

Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?

Come now laugh with me. Michelle after getting drunk three days straight was put to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first. She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too began to worry about why or how people lived as pirates.

On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle Queen Michelle of this island and left.

I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd for the island was made totally of sand.

Ender the pirate wandering lost in Tokyo after midnight. Lets face reality. Being time traveler at times he sucked at directions and some how got lost on a street.

He wandered into what looked like a diner. To find out it was actually called the Midnight Diner opened midnight to seven in the morning was wild.

There he watched and listed. The stories told there were even more interesting than he recalled them from. Where actually? His memories.. Searching them he recalled a time when a person was talking about a window and a box that showed. What was he told. Ah, yes dramas. However, his thoughts went back to the storyteller. Someone who was and was not. A person with a soul who had been vomited out of heaven. So few good souls left.

The storyteller told of the box window that showed entertainment. Something called Netflix.

The storyteller told wonderful retold stories of what was the program? Ah yes. How silly of the time traveler or Ender to forget. The Midnight Diner. To see all the stories combined was something. Porn stars, movies stars, strippers, food critics, a wandering musician, and many more tales that made his heart cry. The traveler was suddenly sad. The realization that all this was a past that had died out a long time ago made his conclusions to their stories even worse. His bitter tales and sorrows listening was wild. If you ever like to read a good book.. Ender would recommend Midnight Diner on that magical box window of drama where ever Netflix is in Spacetime..

Adventure reading is a life on its own

Dreaming of ships fighting in space or at sea

Vivid books storytelling a venture is insane

Eternity written across the universe of books

Need a memory live within an adventure in a tale

Time is nothing for those that read

Until one realizes time has passed by

Reality is nothing compared to space divided by light cubed

Eternity is the book of life written within a book

Reading pirate stories is a truth

Eternity, a storyteller’s dream

A memory in time

Dreaming about a story told for eternity

I live as a pirate throughout time

#poem

Because of my appearance and disability, I often get a question of what happened to me. At first, I am the poster child for diabetes and having lived through several amazing God saving miracles, my stories astonish people.

After a while, however, one tires of saying the food I ate killed my right ankle, making me a zombie for 17 days prior to the doctors discovering the issue and my story about my foot dying for five days making me a zombie also before they operated and removed my foot is a kind of stale.

So the very next time a kid asked what happened, I made up this story about my ankle. My wife and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone park when we accidentally got stuck. My wife made a big deal of the entire issue and awoke a Grizzly bear which chased us up a tree. I got her secure and sound; the bear got me and took my leg, then stuffed me into a snowdrift for careful keeping and went back to sleep.

The kid’s eyes about bugged out of his head hearing this. He then whispered so my wife would not hear what happened to my left foot.

Here I told him I had taken my wife and two kids to the Great Salt Lake and some drug lord had just recently released his eleven-foot shark into the lake. The shark went after my family, so I jumped in saved them, but the shark got my foot.

By this time, his mother was kind of looking at me, wondering. My wife hurried in and assured her I was only joking, looking very cross with me.

The kid asked in a real whisper this time what happened to my eye, which was bleeding at the time and had a pirate patch on it. I asked him if he had ever watched the Three Stogies? He had not. I told him do not play the three Stogies with your wife when she is mad. She’ll poke your eye. The plane we were going to a board called us, and I waved to the little boy. I think I could hear him say he would never play with girls; they were too tough. Maybe my hearing is off by 50 percent so that could have been an added benefit of fibbing that day.

The life of a want to be Groucho Marx when I grow up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ender smiled. The bandit had said something else in his intricate blueprint. That detail might have escaped in the detail. As a selling point. The thief mentioned the pearl.. The background of the pearl to gain the infamous captain's trust. And participation in the venture. A tale. A dragon’s tail, to be specific. A pearl of great value according to the Bible. Yet, Ender did not mention or pretend to be any more interested in the tale. Who pays attention to legends? Myths that are thrown thief's around pirate bars in the middle of the night? When one takes bets on if one can do this is this or that is that.

The challenge on Ender’s mind was that legend. Specifically, the drunk who informed him that tale was long ago dead. His crew mates might have more of the legend? Or some acquaintance? Ender concentrated on the thief tale. Finally, the last sales position was produced, and the bandit asked are you in?

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

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

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

Ender kept on looking for his ole drinking mates, fellow crew mates and family. Until he found a little boy that had been a cousin or nephew of the drunk man who told the tale. Time had abused the poor lad beyond recognition. His stammering was almost too much of a turned off Ender. Almost. However, the kid later to be known dream as the Claw had away about him. And either he could lie through his teeth about the story or his uncle or cousin had told the kid the complete story. How this pearl of great value was a key to what one only could consider a magical portal.

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

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

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

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

Ender with funding had to buy some explosives. Which were still under Chinese export control? The cost was more than normal in yet the fortune from the fortune cookies made up the difference.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A jewel tale of a pirate

I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid the cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?

Cafe Shi was a tea shop with some of the best fine wines in all of small China. Small China a go between the port side of a town and well the town itself. The raiders had promised a chance at something big.

Being unemployable and unemployed at the present time. I thought it would be best to try something with a big prize.

In walks the Claw. I knew him when he was younger. That I had employed him to smuggle goods for a time made me smile.

The Claw was a legend these days. Sort of like I was a time ago. The Claw had taken possession of a fleet of trading ships. How? The rumor was he trapped them, boarded them, and slaughtered everyone on board. What a comic. The reality of the whole entire fleets crew. Well, they were all bribed. Because of the paymaster of. the owner of the fleet being a skinflint. Only paying less than going wages. The whole fleet’s crew absconded with the trading merchandise and ships.

The Claw was the one that thought up the plan. He even hired only those willing to go along with the plan to make sure no one got hurt but the corporations.

The deal happened, and they let the world know the Claw had slaughtered the whole crew. Which I heard had instead of returning to Europe went on a vacation to South America.

So the Claw spoke. His speech was interesting. The prize was something I had heard about a long time ago by another legend. Some sort of a jewel from a legendary myth country called Crimea. The jewel and other treasure were in the possession of a noble. How or why this noble had let the Claw know about the jewel was beyond me.

However, the jewel was some sort of a magical device that could do things to a man’s mind if the legend be truthful. So the plan was to raid a floating houseboat on an inland sea in central China.

The jewel kept there because of the guardian. Here the Claw must be joshing or joking, a guardian dragon. Now I knew dragons. I had fought one with the Claw when he was still young. To fight one on a house boat might be interesting.

I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?

Meaning? A name is only as good as the next adventure and to live in a moment and die with merit or a wonderful story? What more I could ask for? We were not afraid of much. Maybe wizards of time or a woman with too much time on her hands.

So I shook my hand with the Claw who, when he noticed, laughed with me. And said it was great to be back in such low places. And that we should get some more wine and talk about old friends and places.

The conversation went like the Claw telling me this story.

There once was a great pirate before Romans, and they established any countries in Europe. He would raid an island where the treasures were according to myth from out of this world. The original Atlantis story claiming that they came from an unfamiliar world.

There the Atlantis lived afraid of this pirate until they built the Talons. A sort of statue that walked the island, protecting the island from pirates.

Well, that did not sit well with this pirate of legends. So in the middle of a flotilla of ships he disguised his ship and crew. The pirate went right with their great trade ships and out with. Well, according to the Claw, the crown jewel of some wizard of time or not.

The jewel was a portal stone or time stone. The Claw kept on excitedly how with the stone one could go places in time and what not.

Me? I had had a pearl once upon a tale. So I was interested, and so the plan was laid out.

The nobleman was to be called away to the capitol city by a bribe the Claw had provided an authority. Seems corruption was everywhere these days.

Once gone evidently the boat house only protection was a dragon. Now, the last dragon that the Claw and I had encountered was a long time ago. That we accidently shoot it with a cannon at point blank range was well. Complete happen stance and luck.

This time luck had to be just right. We set the date. The plan was laid that both smoke and other bombs. They would be used to enter the house boat. Blind the dragon. Then secure the jewel. A classic switch in a fast heist with a phony jewel to replace the real one. And out we go. With no pursuit. Because why waste a chance of someone coming back to steal something if nothing was stolen?

So there was me, Ender the pirate, the Claw, and my crew. My crew is not normal. Let us just say we are misfits from Christmas isle and let that make your imagination work.

My first mate looked like a squirrel and acted like one too. He was given the fake jewel and instructions on what room the jewel was in.

My cook sort of looked like a bear. And his sole job this time around was to throw smoke bombs as fast as he could. Given the signal once the first mate was in a position to enter the house boat.

Me and the Claw were to address the dragon personally. I thought this over in reflection and some plans are stupid. Only one reflected on them, but at the time of implementation. Life is merit or nothing else.

So the day came. The nobleman rode off to the capitol. We were in place. The first mate had climbed to a window just above the treasure room.

The signal went. The cook started throwing smoke bombs. Everything seemed to go great.

Just then the Claw and I meet a woman where I was expecting a dragon.

Now I had prepared live bombs for the occasion. There I was in a kind of pickle having a fuse lit in one hand with a bomb and well a woman. Who instead of crying or anything seemed to know the Claw.

And looking at the Claw? Well, I could see he knew her. The Claw was in love. Great.

Storming a houseboat with a dragon and some woman. And then the Claw starts talking, waving me away. No dragon appeared. I was wondering what or if the jewel was actually here.

Then the woman transformed into a white dragon. Wildly unexpected by me.

The dragon pounced on the Claw. Who only waved at me yet again. I wondered what to do. Throwing a live bomb at a friend is not something I would consider. In yet, the dragon was or looked like she would eat him.

The cook had stopped throwing smoke bombs. This indicated in the plan that my first mate was out.

So I tried to get the Claw away from her. But instead of letting me pull him away. He waved me goodbye. The love sick fool was in love with a dragon.

So I got out of there. My first mate with the jewel in hand. So my first mate, Cook, and I went away. That was not the last I heard of the Claw. However, the jewel of time was something else to behold and what stories could be told.

As for the Claw? I heard that he and the dragon ran away together. Something dealing with her obligation of guarding the jewel was no longer valid with no jewel to guard. As for the nobleman? I keep tabs on his family for the jewel? However maybe the fake one is all they needed for they do not appear to be missing anything.

Well, being time traveling pirates is something to keep a journal on.

Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?

Ender the pirate wandering lost in Tokyo after midnight. Lets face reality. Being time traveler at times he sucked at directions and some how got lost on a street.

He wandered into what looked like a diner. To find out it was actually called the Midnight Diner opened midnight to seven in the morning was wild.

The storyteller told of the box window that showed entertainment. Something called Netflix.

Adventure reading is a life on its own

Dreaming of ships fighting in space or at sea

Vivid books storytelling a venture is insane

Eternity written across the universe of books

Need a memory live within an adventure in a tale

Time is nothing for those that read

Until one realizes time has passed by

Reality is nothing compared to space divided by light cubed

Eternity is the book of life written within a book

Reading pirate stories is a truth

Eternity, a storyteller’s dream

A memory in time

Dreaming about a story told for eternity

I live as a pirate throughout time

#poem

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

Secrets of Orion

There are secrets and then there are secrets. Some of them are known. Like hearing in November 2015 that more emails were discovered about Hillary Clinton's email server filled with classified emails. Some, however, are hushed up much better. This is one of those stories.

Working on the Orion program was fun. Meeting people that were building the future spacecraft to go to the asteroid belt was intense. The program continued to have problems both politically and technically. The technical issue was a female engineer whose quality inspection of safety to the parachute system cost an additional fifty-five million dollars to show that the mathematics of her probability would never come true.

On one of the many teleconference that I had to listen into the inspector started yelling and screaming that math does not prove anything.

Myself, I was curious enough to open the document which was a probability statement. The charges to fire the parachute had to malfunction than the door would have to hit the parachute line not once but eight times. The end summary was a one in 32 million chance that all eight charges would goof at once hitting the eight lines attaching the parachute causing a fatality. The math was simple enough for me to understand. So I interrupted the teleconference being only an analyst person new and tired of hearing a woman screaming about a probability. My question was pretty simple. Which part of the math statement in the equation did she not agree with. Silence on the phone. She did not reply. Her comment after a time was to inquire who asked the question and what right did I have to request it. I responded who I was and silence. Someone was laughing; I think they, though they were on mute. The woman just was silent. The meeting continued in a different direction.

Since I had to present on my information at the end of the meeting, I was quick and precession on detail on my topic. The meeting ended, and I stayed online to finish off the minutes. I had not cut off the conference call when I heard two of the NASA team members talk.

“Anyone on?” a voice said over the phone. I tried to get my mute button off, but the headset and paperwork on my desk got in my way. The tone - laughter "Well that was an unexpected meeting," said a person. "Yes, I thought (name of the woman) was going to explode," said the other. "Who is Clinton?" I was not sure, which asked the question. "He took over for Shirley." "Well, he is trying to do his job and keep the program on schedule."

"Yes, I wonder if no one has told him we are punting the program until 2021." "What? Why?" "Unofficially technical problems. The whole program is going to be oil canned for two or three years. After that it will be brought back. By that time, the government will announce that they have been contacted by aliens."

This conversation took place so fast that by the time I got the mute button off that was what I had heard. "Forgive, me," I said with that the conference call talker's hung up. I finished my notes from the meeting and sent them out and checked out. https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1028821190671220736...

To realize that this is not the only end.. https://endertalon.blogspot.com/.../to-awake-in-different...

To realize life is but a game. A Talon Tale

There are uncommon forms of perseverance. I grew up in an area where 23 percent of the classmates in high school did not graduate. From there I went to university. Again perseverance paid off and out of a class of 90 was part of the 43 graduating with a degree. Entering a great recession. Which took all the positions I was working for and moved their research overseas. I worked where I could perseverance I worked outside in the elements for a year. I worked Peace Corps for a time. I worked as a consultant for this corporation and that corporation. I kept on working. My resume shows something like ten locations and several promotions. So I persevered to try yet again. The last corporation got rid of me, so I ended up as a freelancer.

Perseverance is all in the mind. How long can Perseverance happen until one decides this is just not for me? I kept on trying. I kept on working. I had a family to support. My responsibility to keep on trying to improve and grow.

This perseverance took place during the corporation downsizing me. For what purpose? Because people are unique. Doctors say I was diabetic, and that caused necrotizing fasciitis. The incidents since June I went into the ICU and they kept me for seven days. Letting me go July 3rd, they assigned a nurse for home care. At 8 PM she showed up and gave me 15 dollars for a taxi ride to the ER.

Around 1 AM in the night. They awoke me from a drugged sleep and said sign this, and within two days I awoke with all the skin gone from my ankle. Kind of wild. First time I fainted, I believe. They did not tell me anything until I awoke The nurse came in, did not say much and started removing the gaze. To the bone. Wild to see the bone of your ankle and well, I was not prepared for that. I fainted.

A few weeks later, my company laid me off. Wonderful. So I got better and went to work in an unfamiliar state. Only to have my foot die. During this time I had to pay for Obamacare. The insurance did not pay for much. Meaning on the weekend I had to fly home. The insurance did not cover out-of-state work. I got there from the airport, wanted to ambulance me to the hospital. I said no thanks. The last insurance forced me to pay 6,000 out of pocket for a seven mile ride. I got to the hospital on my own. Oh, you are okay. Around 3 AM they awoke me to sign this. Matter of life and death. Signed it. Three days later I awoke without a foot. At least this time I did not faint. I was kind of unsure what to do.

So without a job again, and the insurance sucked, I tried to get help. I did more paperwork than most people do in their entry lives within a few weeks. Still no help.

Eight months and almost all my 401k spent, I was thinking I would go back to work. The US government was slow in processing everything. I think they just wanted me to die. Personally, I thought I was dead already.

Finally, after nine months later. They accepted that I was partially blind, partially deaf, without a foot. And mentally, I was a person of interest.

With that, I thought life would have changed. Instead, Obamacare wanted almost all the disability coverage. I could not eat if I paid for the insurance and my medicine. So I took a hike. The hike included a ride in a plane. By this time I had borrowed 11k which I am still paying back from a family member and got a foot with Winnie the Pooh on it.

Now the hike required a plane ride. So I was in shorts with a patch on one eye, seated with a Winnie the Pooh left foot.

This boy comes up and stares. I talk with him. He asks what happens? Now I had already gotten used to people not liking my zombie story. No one wants to hear a person was the living dead for 21 days.

So his mother came up, and I asked her, do you want the truth or a tall tale? She looked kind of like what is going on. Lets be honest, I sort of look like a lost teddy bear pirate. I said a tall tale it is. I point to my wife, who is coming over from the airplane gate. I say she and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone. She fell off and was telling me in a rather loud voice that I do not know how to drive. She woke up a bear. I got her into the tree and well. I got up there, but the bear scratched me. So I have long socks on and I pull the right ankle down. The boy’s eyes grow in wonder. What about the foot?

Oh, a few months later I was pushing a boat into the water. When a drug lord of Salt Lake City let his pet shark into the Great Salt Lake. Well, I saw it going after my wife again and got her out, but the shark, well it got my foot. I push a button and my foot drops off.

A little taken back, my wife comes to assure his mother that is not the truth. And the eye? You ever watch The Three Stooges? Well, beware of playing that game with your wife. The plane was calling for boarding, and I left with a wave. I believe I heard the boy say to his mother; I don’t want to play with girls anymore. Life is wild. Now I am following other western outlaws. I amin La Paz, Bolivia watching from all my speculation the end of the worlds. Yes plural.

Perseverance throughout this story, I ended up in La Paz, Bolivia. There I lived for a time as a blind person. My eyesight totally seen in blood. I think I expect to see what is going to happen next. Why? I expected a lot of outs in life. That this has been a blessing that I have survived this long makes me believe in a God. Personally, I would like to see again and realize that this. All of this is just some illusion, and that I was or am learning a lesson. To preserve? Perhaps. I wonder about that word these days.

I know I have tried. I have failed yet again. The bible says a man will stand seven times. I wonder as a one footed, one-eyed person. These days if I have the fortitude to keep on learning whatever lesson I am supposed to have learned. And I also have the question is all this just some dream. Thanks for the dream. The people were lovely. The lesson I learned is to trust no one. For in truth even the person you believe is true. Is most likely not truthful. How truthful is this story? https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2020/08/an-end-of-time.html

Wanted Pirate WEnch must have tight corset, fine booty and impressive treasure chest, be able to clean, cook and sew, look after me cannon and balls like looting drinking digging for treasure .. mUst have ship and loot.. Please picture of ship and loot.

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

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

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

I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi as well as Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet er per Uncle Burton at a brothel. At this time, Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layman’s term, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Any ways Mr.MacGregor vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannon ball had exploded, and when he had awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had meet the lady which had introduced the Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish was spelled out on mountain claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change at times. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s were shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1945 or 1956 depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would described them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood where ever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds that memories made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening.

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

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