https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/pirates-tales-1030553760420880384 The Dragon’s Den Casino crackled with a palpable tension. Alice, still clutching her odd assortment of cards, glanced at the Cheshire Cat, who was now lazily curled around her neck, purring with a grin that promised mischief. Across the table, the dragon tapped its claws on the wooden surface, the pile of glittering coins now taller than before. The air smelled of sulfur and sea brine, a strange mix that seemed to thicken as another figure entered the room.

"Ender!" Alice exclaimed, watching as a limping pirate swaggered into view, his peg leg tapping rhythmically on the floor. He was dressed in a worn-out tricorn hat, a long coat fluttering behind him, and a crooked grin stretched across his face. A tangle of silver hair peeked out from beneath his hat, and a scar ran down his cheek, giving him an air of both danger and wisdom. His one good eye gleamed as it caught sight of the table.

"Alice! Still in the thick of a game, I see," Ender said, pulling up a chair and settling down beside her. "Dragon Poker, eh? Haven’t played this in a lifetime. Well, unless you count that one time on the Black Skimmer." He chuckled, tossing a worn coin into the pot, the edges dented and faded. "I’d bet my last leg on this hand, but I’m already down one."

Alice couldn’t help but smile at the pirate’s humor. "Ender, I’m not sure I even understand the rules of this game."

"You’re not supposed to, lass. That’s the beauty of it. Dragon Poker is less about the cards and more about the bluff. The dragon," Ender nodded towards the large red-scaled creature across the table, "isn’t playing with logic; it’s playing with instinct. So you’ve got to be twice as unpredictable."

The dragon growled, a puff of smoke curling up from its nostrils, eyeing the new arrival. “You think you can walk in here and just join, pirate?” Its voice was a deep rumble, like distant thunder.

Ender leaned back, his grin widening. “Oh, I don’t just think it—I know it. After all, what’s a game of chance without a pirate to shake things up?”

The octopus dealer, who had been silently shuffling the deck, slid a fresh hand to Ender. Its tentacles moved with expert precision, and its beady eyes seemed to twinkle with anticipation. Alice watched as Ender picked up his cards, his expression unreadable.

“Ready to raise the stakes, dragon?” Ender’s voice was calm, almost casual. He tossed a small trinket into the pot—a tarnished compass with a cracked glass face. It didn’t look like much, but Alice knew better. She had seen Ender use that compass to navigate through storms and chaos, the needle always pointing towards the impossible.

The dragon’s eyes narrowed as it surveyed the pirate. “What do you seek, pirate? Fortune? Glory? Or perhaps something darker?”

Ender’s good eye sparkled with mischief. “Neither, my scaly friend. I seek the wind.”

Alice frowned, confused. “The wind?”

Ender winked at her. “The wind that no ship can sail without. A free wind, Alice. The kind that takes you where you’re meant to go, not where you’re told to be.”

The dragon seemed to consider this, its claws tapping in thought. “And if you lose?”

Ender shrugged. “Then you get my ship. The Black Skimmer, along with its crew of one pirate, one talking cat, and a duck who claims to be a philosopher.”

Alice chuckled softly. “That doesn’t seem like a fair trade, Ender.”

“Ah, but who said anything about fair? This is Dragon Poker, remember?” He winked.

The octopus began to deal the next round, tentacles flying as the cards slid across the table. Alice glanced at her hand—her *Queen of Flamingos* still glowed faintly, the *Ace of Jabberwocks* flickering at the edges. But it was Ender’s expression that intrigued her. He had the look of someone who knew something no one else did, the kind of confidence that only a pirate who had faced both storms and sea monsters could muster.

The dragon revealed its hand—four golden serpents, their scales shimmering in the candlelight. It roared in triumph, smoke billowing from its nostrils. “Can you beat that, pirate?”

Ender laid down his cards slowly, one by one. A ship sailing through a storm, a compass pointing north, a pirate with a scarred face, and finally—the *Wind of Fate*. The card itself seemed to ripple, as if caught in a breeze, the image of a ship’s sails billowing out, ready to catch the wind.

The dragon’s roar died in its throat, its eyes widening. “Impossible,” it whispered.

Ender leaned forward, his voice soft but filled with certainty. “The wind isn’t something you own, dragon. It’s something you chase. And today, it’s mine.”

The room fell silent. The octopus dealer blinked, its tentacles frozen in mid-motion. Even the Cheshire Cat, usually grinning at everything, had a look of quiet surprise.

Alice felt the air shift, a cool breeze brushing her face. She looked at Ender, who stood, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Ready to sail, Alice?"

The dragon remained still, its great head bowing ever so slightly in respect. It knew, as did everyone else in the room, that Ender had won not by luck, but by being true to the unpredictable nature of the wind—and of pirates.

Alice stood, her heart racing with excitement. "Where to next, Captain?"

Ender grinned, tipping his hat. "Wherever the wind takes us, lass. Wherever the wind takes us."

On a moonlit evening, deep within the heart of **Cafe Shi**, a hidden gem perched on the edge of a forgotten ocean, **Alice of Wonderland**—now a fierce adult pirate—sat at a small wooden table. Her vibrant pirate attire shimmered with hints of gold and emerald, but it was her wide-brimmed hat, adorned with a single black feather, that truly commanded attention. Across from her, the enigmatic **Cheshire Cat** lounged lazily, his glowing grin floating independently from his striped body. Next to him, with a peg leg tapping the floor rhythmically and a bottle of rum in hand, sat the indomitable **Ender the Pirate**, captain of the Black Skimmer.

The three of them were locked in a game of **Dragon Poker**, a game as ancient as the seas themselves and far more dangerous. In this game, the stakes weren't just coins or treasure, but the very fabric of reality itself.

**Alice**, her eyes glinting with mischief, shuffled the deck. The cards were alive, fluttering like enchanted birds in her hands. Each card bore the image of fantastical creatures—dragons with molten eyes, phoenixes bursting into flame, and sirens with haunting melodies. They whispered secrets, daring her to play.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Ender?" Alice teased, placing the cards down in front of her with a flourish. "This isn't a game for the faint-hearted. Lose, and you might find yourself playing against the gods themselves."

Ender chuckled, tipping his hat. "Lass, I’ve stared death in the face more times than I can count. What’s a bit of magic and trickery compared to a storm at sea? Deal the cards."

The Cheshire Cat purred, his tail flicking. "Oh, but you forget, dear Ender. In **Dragon Poker**, it’s not just your skill with cards you’ll need. It’s your wit, your charm, and perhaps…a little madness."

The first round began. Alice flipped over a **King of Flames**, a powerful dragon that seared the edges of her card with molten fire. The table itself seemed to warm as the creature roared to life in the middle of the table, towering over them, its eyes gleaming. Ender coolly drew his card—**The Kraken**, a deep-sea creature whose tentacles lashed out, wrapping around the King of Flames in a swirling dance of water and fire. The Cheshire Cat laughed as his card revealed a **Jabberwock**, all teeth and claws, ready to tear through the two titans.

As the creatures clashed on the table, the walls of Cafe Shi shimmered. The game was taking hold. Reality began to bend, and they found themselves not in a cozy café, but on a vast battlefield of swirling seas and burning skies. The Kraken rose from the ocean, dragging the King of Flames into the depths, while the Jabberwock screeched from above, diving into the fray.

Alice grinned. "Not bad, Ender. But you forget—I always have an ace up my sleeve." She revealed a secret card, **The White Rabbit**, who darted between the battling creatures, distracting them just long enough for Alice to seize the advantage.

But Ender wasn't finished. "Oh, I’ve got more than just a few tricks, love." He played **The Black Skimmer**, his very own ship, which materialized on the battlefield. Its cannons fired, sending thunderous blasts toward the Jabberwock, forcing it to retreat.

The Cheshire Cat grinned wider, if that was even possible. "Oh, I do love a good twist." He threw down a wild card—a **Looking Glass Portal**. Suddenly, the battlefield fractured, revealing alternate dimensions, each more bizarre than the last. One showed Alice still as the curious child she had once been, another revealed Ender as a king ruling over the seas, and a third depicted the Cheshire Cat as a cosmic entity, his grin stretching across the stars.

The three players paused for a moment, peering into the dimensions, lost in the possibilities of what could have been. But Alice snapped out of it first. "Enough distractions!" She slammed down her final card—**The Queen of Hearts**. The Queen emerged in all her regal terror, swinging her scepter and shouting, "Off with their heads!" Her power shook the battlefield, and the creatures faltered under her command.

Ender raised an eyebrow. "Bringing out the big guns, are we?" He wasn’t deterred. With a smirk, he played his trump card—**The Pirate’s Gambit**, a card that allowed him to sacrifice his Kraken in exchange for untold power. The sea monster dissolved into mist, and Ender’s hand began to glow with energy. He directed the power toward Alice’s Queen, and the battlefield erupted in light.

When the dust settled, they were back in **Cafe Shi**, the cards scattered on the table, but the magic still crackling in the air. Ender sat back, satisfied. "Well, lass, seems we’ve got ourselves a draw."

Alice laughed, tipping her hat to him. "You might have won this time, Ender. But I’m not done yet. The night is young, and the game’s just begun."

The Cheshire Cat floated above them, grinning. "Oh, how I do love Dragon Poker. Who’s up for another round?"

And so, in the moonlit glow of **Cafe Shi**, with reality bending and the stakes higher than ever, Alice, Ender, and the Cheshire Cat shuffled their cards once more, ready for the next hand of their never-ending adventure.

At the bustling Café Shi, the air crackled with excitement, a riot of colors and sounds echoing through the whimsical establishment. Pumpkins carved into grinning faces illuminated every corner, their flickering smiles casting playful shadows. The scent of spiced cider mixed with the sweet aroma of caramel apples, making the air feel almost enchanted.

Alice, her signature blue dress replaced by a vibrant costume adorned with sparkles, twirled playfully as she stepped inside. Beside her, her twin sister, dressed as Harley Quinn, complete with red and black jester attire and a mischievous grin, was equally electrified by the festive atmosphere. “This is going to be the best Halloween ever!” Alice exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Ender the Pirate lounged at the bar, his leg propped up on a nearby stool, a whimsical pirate hat tilted jauntily over one ear. He took a swig of rum, his crew—a cat with bunny ears and a raccoon in a tiny pirate outfit—merrily dancing nearby. “Ahoy there, lassies!” he called out, raising his glass in a toast. “Join us for a song!”

The café erupted into laughter and cheers as Alice and her sister joined Ender and the crew. The room swayed to the rhythm of Ender’s off-key but spirited singing, transforming a simple Halloween party into an unforgettable adventure. “I’m just like any modern man trying to have it all! A loving wife, a family... but, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade!” he bellowed, the lyrics twisting humorously to fit the occasion.

As the evening unfolded, the magic of the café took hold. The Cheshire Cat appeared, his grin wide and playful, drifting in and out of sight. “Beware the unexpected, my friends,” he purred, a twinkle in his eye. “The night is young, and the shadows hold secrets!”

With that, Alice and her sister exchanged glances, excitement bubbling between them. “What adventures await us in this Halloween wonderland?” Alice wondered, her imagination ignited. Harley Quinn twirled, her laughter ringing like bells, “Let’s find out!”

Together, they ventured deeper into the café, ready to explore the enchanting mysteries of the night, where laughter, friendship, and a sprinkle of chaos promised to create the most epic Halloween tale ever told.

As Alice and Harley Quinn stepped further into the heart of Café Shi, they found themselves in a cozy nook adorned with twinkling fairy lights and velvet drapes. The atmosphere shifted, the laughter of the party fading into a soft, melodic hum. A grand, ornate mirror stood against the wall, its surface shimmering like liquid silver. “Look at that!” Alice exclaimed, her curiosity piqued. She approached the mirror, her fingers hovering just above its surface. Harley, ever the playful spirit, nudged her sister. “Go on, touch it! What’s the worst that could happen?” With a hesitant but excited breath, Alice pressed her palm against the mirror. In an instant, the surface rippled like water, swirling with colors and sounds that seemed to beckon them closer. “Let’s see what lies beyond!” she declared, her adventurous spirit igniting. “Count me in!” Harley shouted, diving forward. The two sisters plunged into the mirror together, spiraling through a kaleidoscope of lights and laughter. When they emerged, they found themselves in a fantastical realm, vibrant and alive. The sky was a swirling canvas of purples and oranges, dotted with floating lanterns that glowed like stars. Trees with candy-coated leaves swayed gently, and a river of chocolate flowed lazily beside them. “Welcome to the Land of Whimsy!” a voice boomed. A towering figure with a top hat and an exaggerated bow tie stepped forward—a whimsical wizard named Wizzlewump, his mustache curling like tendrils of smoke. “You’ve entered a world where imagination reigns, and adventure awaits at every turn!” Alice’s eyes sparkled with wonder. “What kind of adventures?” Wizzlewump gestured grandly, revealing a carnival in the distance where fantastical rides twisted and turned, and creatures in all shapes and sizes danced with joy. “Join us for the Great Pumpkin Parade! It’s the most exhilarating event of the season!” Harley Quinn clapped her hands in excitement. “Let’s go, Alice! We can’t miss a parade with pumpkins!” They followed Wizzlewump through fields of giant mushrooms and past creatures that spoke in riddles and rhymes. The air was thick with laughter and the sweet scent of treats, and soon they arrived at the carnival, where the parade was already underway. Enormous pumpkins carved into whimsical shapes rolled by, each one accompanied by merrymakers in dazzling costumes. As they danced and celebrated, Alice spotted a peculiar pumpkin at the center of the parade, glowing brightly and pulsating with energy. “What’s that one?” she asked, pointing. Wizzlewump’s expression turned serious. “Ah, that’s the Pumpkin of Possibilities. It grants one wish to anyone brave enough to claim it, but beware—the wish can come with unexpected consequences!” Harley’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I dare you, Alice! Let’s wish for a night of endless fun!” Alice hesitated, the weight of the pumpkin’s power heavy in the air. “What if it goes wrong?” “Life’s an adventure! Let’s take the plunge!” Harley urged, her excitement infectious. With a deep breath, Alice stepped forward, her heart racing. As she approached the glowing pumpkin, the crowd hushed in anticipation. She reached out and placed her hand on its surface, feeling a warm surge of magic coursing through her. “I wish for a night filled with the wildest adventures!” she declared, her voice ringing through the air. The pumpkin erupted in a dazzling display of light, and in that moment, the world around them began to shift and swirl. The carnival transformed into a landslide of fantastical realms and challenges, each more daring than the last. “Hold on tight!” Harley yelled, grabbing Alice’s hand as they were swept away on the whirlwind of their newly granted wish. Laughter echoed through the air as they braced themselves for the most epic Halloween night ever, where imagination knew no bounds, and adventure held the promise of the unexpected.

As Alice, Harley Quinn, and Ender the Pirate ventured deeper into Café Shi, they stumbled upon a hidden door at the back of the café, its wooden frame adorned with colorful graffiti and mysterious symbols that seemed to shimmer in the candlelight.

“Look at that!” Alice exclaimed, her curiosity piqued. “I wonder where it leads.”

Harley Quinn giggled, twirling her prop mallet. “Only one way to find out! I say we knock and make some mischief!” With a playful shove, she pushed the door open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with fantastical objects—bizarre clocks ticking in different rhythms, floating teacups, and walls lined with shelves of strange potions.

“Welcome to the Enchanted Emporium!” a voice chimed from the shadows. A whimsical figure emerged, cloaked in a kaleidoscope of colors. It was the Mad Hatter, his eyes twinkling with madness. “You’ve entered the realm of possibilities, my dear guests! What can I brew for you tonight?”

Ender raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A potion to make us dance like fools, perhaps?”

“Or one that turns the mundane into madness!” Harley added, bouncing on her toes.

The Mad Hatter laughed, his hat spinning atop his head. “I’ve got just the thing!” He produced a small vial filled with swirling mist. “Take a sip of this, and you shall dance like the stars in the sky! But beware, too much of it can lead to unexpected transformations!”

“Sounds like a perfect Halloween treat!” Alice said, eyeing the potion with a mix of excitement and caution. “What do you think, Harley?”

“Let’s live a little!” Harley grinned, snatching the vial and taking a swig before handing it to Ender and Alice. “To adventure!”

They each took a sip, and instantly, the room erupted in color and sound. The air crackled with energy, and their bodies began to move with an uncontrollable rhythm. They twirled and spun, laughter echoing off the walls as the world around them transformed. The floating teacups whirled into the air, joining their dance, and the clocks chimed in a playful harmony.

But as the spell of the potion took hold, Harley noticed something strange. “Uh-oh! I feel funny!” she squealed, her jester outfit shifting colors with every movement, turning into a dazzling array of patterns. Alice giggled, her own dress morphing into a swirling tapestry of autumn leaves.

“Looks like we’ve gone a bit overboard!” Ender laughed, his pirate garb swirling into an extravagant captain’s coat adorned with shimmering jewels.

Suddenly, a raucous cheer erupted from the main café, drawing their attention. Curious, the trio rushed back through the door, the enchantment of the potion still swirling in their veins. As they emerged, they found the café packed with partygoers, each dressed in elaborate costumes, all of whom had been enchanted by the potion’s magic.

“Look!” Alice pointed. “They’re all dancing like us!”

The café had transformed into a swirling tapestry of color and joy. Tables floated above the ground, and the chandeliers sparkled like stars, casting a mesmerizing glow. Laughter echoed, mingling with the sound of music that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once.

In the center of the room, the Cheshire Cat appeared again, his grin impossibly wide. “You’ve unleashed the spirit of Halloween, my friends! The magic of the night is alive!”

Ender raised his glass, “To friendship and the unexpected!” The crowd erupted in cheers, joining him in a spirited toast.

As the music played on and the enchantment swirled around them, Alice realized that this Halloween was unlike any other. It was a night filled with laughter, magic, and the warmth of camaraderie. “Let’s make the most of it!” she called out, her heart swelling with joy.

With renewed energy, they plunged into the festivities, dancing and singing with their new friends, embracing the chaos of the night. Harley Quinn twirled around, challenging anyone to a dance-off, while Ender led a conga line that wound through the café, the crew of the Black Skimmer joining in, their mismatched costumes adding to the madness.

And as the night wore on, Alice and her sister, hand in hand, felt the true spirit of Halloween—a celebration of the unexpected, the bizarre, and the wonderfully magical moments that make life an adventure.

As the clock struck midnight, the magic began to wane, the colors slowly fading back to normal. The partygoers sighed, but their hearts were full of the memories they had created together.

“Until next time!” Ender shouted, waving as the last of the enchantment dissipated. The café returned to its cozy ambiance, but the laughter and joy lingered in the air like a sweet perfume.

Alice and Harley exchanged glances, grinning widely. “What a night!” they exclaimed in unison. And as they stepped out of Café Shi, the moonlight bathed them in silver, whispering promises of more adventures to come.

In a whimsical corner of Wonderland, Alice, dressed as a daring pirate, found herself navigating a labyrinthine maze of vibrant flowers and twisting hedges. The air was thick with the scent of adventure, and her heart raced with excitement. Clutching a tattered book filled with tales of bravery and treasure, she sought the company of her enigmatic friend, the Cheshire Cat.
The Meeting
As Alice wandered deeper into the maze, she spotted the Cheshire Cat lounging on a branch above her, its signature grin wide and mischievous. “Ahoy, Cheshire!” Alice called out, waving her book. “Would you care for a tale?” The Cat’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What kind of tale does a pirate read to a cat in a maze?”
The Tale Begins
Alice opened the book, its pages filled with stories of daring escapades on the high seas. She began to read aloud: “Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a brave pirate named Captain Willow. She sailed the seven seas in search of lost treasures and enchanted islands…” As Alice narrated the thrilling adventures of Captain Willow battling sea monsters and outsmarting rival pirates, the Cheshire Cat listened intently, occasionally interjecting with witty remarks. “Do you think Captain Willow ever met a cat like me?” it asked, grinning wider. “Perhaps she did! Cats can be quite clever,” Alice replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
The Maze’s Secrets
With each turn of the page, the maze around them seemed to come alive. Flowers danced to the rhythm of Alice's voice, and the hedges whispered secrets of their own. “Do you think this maze has an end?” Alice pondered aloud. “Every maze has an exit,” said the Cat, its voice dripping with wisdom. “But sometimes it’s more about enjoying the journey than finding your way out.” Alice smiled at this insight. “You’re right! Let’s enjoy our adventure together.”
A Twist in the Tale
Just as they reached a climactic moment in Captain Willow's tale—a fierce battle against ghostly pirates—the maze began to shift. Hedges rearranged themselves, creating new paths and hiding old ones. “Looks like we’re part of the story now!” exclaimed Alice, her heart racing with excitement. The Cheshire Cat chuckled. “Indeed! Every good tale needs a twist.”
 

As Alice continued reading, she realized that their adventure was just beginning. The combination of her pirate spirit and the Cheshire Cat’s whimsical nature made for an unforgettable experience in Wonderland's ever-changing maze. With laughter echoing through the air and tales unfolding before them, Alice and her feline friend embraced the magic of storytelling—forever entwined in their own whimsical adventure.

As Alice and the Cheshire Cat reveled in the magic of their unfolding adventure, a sudden gust of wind swept through the maze, rustling the pages of the tattered book. A shadow loomed overhead, followed by the familiar voice of none other than **Ender the Pirate** himself. "Well, well, if it ain't Alice, the bold pirate lass!" he bellowed, hopping down from a hedge wall, his peg leg clinking against the ground. His weathered face broke into a crooked grin as he waved his cutlass playfully. “Thought I'd join the fun. Heard a tale worth stealin'!”

Before Alice could respond, the sky darkened further, and a loud *thud* echoed through the maze. Emerging from the labyrinth's shadows came none other than **Ernest Hemingway**, cigarette in hand, his rugged figure silhouetted against the twisting hedges. "Pirates and mazes? I could use a drink," Hemingway muttered, squinting around. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of Alice in pirate garb and then tipped his hat. "But I'll take an adventure any day over a quiet bar."

And just when Alice thought the day couldn't get any more peculiar, **Dorothy Gale**, dressed in a tattered blue gingham dress, appeared out of a whirlwind of glittering dust. "This isn’t Kansas anymore," Dorothy said, brushing herself off and gazing at the strange assembly around her. She spotted Alice first and offered a wide-eyed smile. “I love the pirate look!”

The maze trembled beneath their feet as if responding to the strange convergence of characters. The ground opened up slightly, revealing an eerie, glowing treasure chest nestled within. The hedges closed around it, their twisting vines forming a lock. A sign appeared, as though drawn by invisible hands: **"The Maze’s End: Only Those Who Conquer Their Fears Will Find the Key."**

"Looks like this tale just got a whole lot more interesting," said the Cheshire Cat, floating down from its perch, now grinning wider than ever. “Perhaps a pirate, a writer, and a girl from Kansas can crack this little riddle?”

Ender scratched his head. "Conquer our fears, eh? I’ve faced storms, sharks, and the wrath of rum, but fear itself—that’s another tale."

Ernest took a long drag from his cigarette. "Fear’s no stranger. I’ve wrestled with mine plenty. Let’s just say, it doesn’t win if you keep moving."

Dorothy twirled a stray lock of her hair, glancing nervously at the glowing chest. "I’ve fought witches and flying monkeys, but I’ve always had someone with me. This time... we’re all we’ve got."

Alice, her pirate spirit undaunted, stood tall. "Then let’s face it together."

With their unlikely group assembled, the maze began shifting again, its walls breathing with life, as if the adventure ahead would require more than bravery alone. The hedges whispered strange words, each warning them of the trials to come—shadowy figures, twisted illusions, and riddles of the heart. But this crew, with Ender’s humor, Hemingway’s grit, Dorothy’s kindness, and Alice’s adventurous spirit, was ready.

As they moved toward the chest, the first test loomed: a monstrous form rose from the hedges, a swirling specter of their own deepest fears.

The Cheshire Cat purred, "Ah, the greatest story always comes with a price. Let’s see how you fare in the tale of your lives."

The specter that rose before them was unlike anything they had seen—a swirling mass of shadows and shifting shapes, each flicker revealing a glimpse of their deepest fears. As it towered over them, the maze itself seemed to whisper secrets from its depths, the air thick with foreboding.

Ender the Pirate was the first to step forward. His peg leg clinked against the ground as he squared his shoulders, eyes narrowing at the shifting figure. For a moment, it seemed to solidify into the shape of a massive shark, its gaping maw snapping in his direction. Ender’s heartbeat quickened; memories of the Great Salt Lake, the bite that claimed his leg, surged back. But then, he laughed—a loud, booming sound that cut through the tension.

"Ah, ye old beast! Thought you had me once, did ye?" He pointed his cutlass at the shadow. "But I’m still standin’. And if ye want another piece o' me, you’ll have to come closer!"

The shark's shape flickered and dissolved into smoke. The shadowy form seemed confused by Ender's defiance, shrinking slightly as if unsure of its power.

Next, Ernest Hemingway stepped forward. The specter shifted again, this time into a figure that resembled a soldier, bloodied and weary. The soldier held out a hand, a silent plea for help. Hemingway’s jaw clenched. Memories of war, the toll it took, flooded his mind. The battlefields of his past stretched out before him in an endless haze.

But Hemingway wasn’t one to shy away from reality, no matter how dark. He removed the cigarette from his lips and stared into the figure’s eyes, unblinking. "You’re not my fear," he said in a low, steady voice. "You’re a memory. And memories, no matter how painful, are better faced head-on."

The soldier faded, dissolving into the mist like a forgotten nightmare.

Dorothy was next. The specter reformed into a towering tornado, spinning wildly, its winds howling like the one that had once swept her away from Kansas. Dorothy’s hands trembled as the winds picked up, threatening to pull her off her feet. Her fear of being swept away again, of losing control, rose like bile in her throat.

But then she remembered her friends—the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion—how they had faced so many challenges together, never giving up. And here she was, with new friends. "I’m not afraid," she whispered, and then louder, "I’m not afraid!" She planted her feet firmly on the ground, facing the whirlwind. The tornado began to lose its strength, its winds dying down until it, too, faded into nothingness.

Alice, her pirate hat perched at a jaunty angle, stepped up last. The specter twisted into a dark, endless labyrinth—a maze with no exit. This was her fear: being lost forever, with no way out. The walls of the maze seemed to close in on her, the flowers turning thorny and wild. But Alice knew something the specter didn’t—she was never truly lost. Not as long as she had her wits, her friends, and her courage.

She turned to the Cheshire Cat, who was watching with an amused expression, and grinned. "Every maze has an exit, right?"

The Cheshire Cat purred in response. "Every maze, my dear. You just have to make it up as you go along."

With a confident laugh, Alice took out her tattered book and waved it like a sword. "Then I’ll write my own way out!"

At her words, the maze in the specter’s form unraveled, the walls crumbling like pages torn from a book. The specter howled one last time, then vanished completely, leaving the path to the glowing treasure chest open.

The group stood there, victorious, their fears vanquished. The air around them felt lighter, and the maze no longer shifted ominously—it was as if they had tamed it with their courage. Together, they approached the treasure chest. As they neared it, the lock of twisted vines unraveled, revealing a golden key glowing softly.

Ender reached for it, but hesitated. "Perhaps one of ye should do the honors," he said, grinning at his companions.

Dorothy smiled and nudged Alice forward. "You started this journey, Alice. You should open it."

Alice, still holding her book, stepped forward. She placed the key in the lock and turned it. With a soft *click*, the chest opened, revealing a dazzling light. Inside was not gold or jewels, but something far more precious—an intricate map, glowing with magic. It showed not just Wonderland, but other fantastical places: Neverland, Oz, Atlantis, and many others.

Hemingway let out a low whistle. "Looks like the adventure isn’t over."

Ender grinned wide. "A pirate’s life for me, then!"

The Cheshire Cat, now sitting atop the chest, chuckled. "Oh, my dear adventurers, this is only the beginning. There are more stories to be told, more treasures to seek, and more worlds to explore."

Alice, her heart racing with excitement, looked at her companions—Ender the Pirate, Hemingway, Dorothy, and the ever-mischievous Cheshire Cat. Together, they had conquered their fears and unlocked a new journey.

With a mischievous smile, she tucked the map under her arm. "What do you say, friends? Ready for another adventure?"

And with that, they set off, their laughter echoing through the maze as they followed the map to the next great adventure that awaited them—one filled with magic, danger, and the boundless spirit of exploration.

Ender Talon a pirate tale

a pearl story by a pirate

July 31, 2020

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. In detail. The background of the pearl to gain the infamous captain 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 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 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. Even so, Ender was the first of an extensive list of pirates. That were required to capture 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 had a change of heart. 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 either 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 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 be considered 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 was known in one world. In yet in another world was lost or forgotten about in another world. And since the key was worlds. Ender’s dream. The dream, was something much bigger. Than 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 numerous 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 times did insane things. Like writing poetry. To and about kings, queens, and other people that at one time or another might have crossed his path. So even without much more then 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.

* * *

Getting the Black Skimmer ready for battle was somewhat 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. Whose insights were inserted into the cookie. As 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 somewhat 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 at that time? 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. A total of eight pirate ships assembled. Versus according to reports 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 known to be 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 only request was that they try to get at least one of the ships. 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. A sort of alternative plan was formed. 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 a select group of five were chosen to stay on the Black Skimmer. While the rest would crew the larger Japanese ship.

The seers vision made for the plan to work a question mark. Meaning the vision was of the majority 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 used. 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 mean time to ensure everyone was feed. More than what they expected they would be fishing to keep themselves fit lean and well feed.

With that the Black Skimmer and seven other ships set up a sort shadow blockade off the coast of a Japanese port. Enders fishing net sort of made the whole 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 oout of the Japanese port. By the time each of the blockade fleet realized what was going on. During the storm there was 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 started to rig 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. Even so, the storm waves still splashed the other ships were nowhere to be seen. Just the Skimmer, fleeing in 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 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 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 whole 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 a huge bubble. That brought together all the sunken ships, the treasure ship, and Black Skimmer into a whirl pool. 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 could only be described as a funnel. That seemed to be running underneath the ocean. Pulling all the ships outward from between Korea and Japan into the Pacific ocean. And towards the Americas.

With 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 treaure ship of the Japanese was still floating near by 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.

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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?

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

During my university’s days I used to haunt a used bookstore. The books there were magical. Like secret objects. Why? This bookstore cared for one of a kind books. If some author who the public had never heard of got tired and self-published and it was worth anything. You could find a used book of it there in the shelves. The problem there was no rhyme or reason for the arrangement of the books. The gentleman that owned the store was an oddity. Between him and the clock shop next door. I figured the public universities owed these graduates something better. Never the less, I was there every other Saturday to purchase three or four books at half the price.

Half price books good for a college student working. Attending class full time and well doing other things to read at least an extra book or three a week. The used bookstore and clock shop went out of business when I was not around. Why? I figured over a five-year stay at the university. I probably purchased at least ten thousand dollars’ worth of used books. Why? Some of what was in those books held information that no one in their right mind would believe. Let alone claim to own a complete collection of original works of. Any ways after some years some of those books disappeared. I thought that was strange. So I kept a list. And then the list would change. I know it sounds like dementia and at first I thought so too. So I got checked out. Nope. So I started to journal my book collection. Why? Some more abnormal ideological books had gone missing. Like? The universe is a play. The sun is behind the projector. Energy is light. Making all of us everything material that is roughly a hologram. I supposed in summarization of what I remember of it.
Well, one day there was a knock on at the door. I opened it and there was a red suitcase. No note. I naturally looked around. No one was there. I brought it in. Was about to call the police for a lost and found item. When the latch opened and a book fell out with a note.
The note was interesting. I knew the person who wrote it. We had bumped into each other many times at the bookstore. The content of the letter was mysterious. That the person remembered my name was an honor. Why? I had heard that he had won some physic or math lifetime achievement award. Through the university’s alumni letter. That the letter was disturbing a bit.
In it, his apologies for obstructing my reality. I thought for a moment. I did not recollect any such thing. So I read on. Well. The mystery got deeper. In the letter he claims that I or someone in a parallel reality had once upon a time owned the book. And that he had stolen it. Since he mentioned the book, I opened it. The book became in reality a live storybook. You ask how so? It was like a computer or kindle. What ever thought or suggestion you had on your mind it would view or make it into a story. I went back to the letter. His explanation seemed clear. That in some reality or another I had purchased the book. And mistakenly asked for his help on seeing what they made it out.
The letter said that somehow by viewing the book he had removed my memory of this and had taken the book.
Well. So much for friendship, I suppose. The tale end of the letter explained that he was dead. If I got the book and that, I should always keep it in the red leather suitcase. To ensure reality as he said, it was not too much disturbed by other people’s thoughts if I read it around them.
So I picked up the book. It was something. I thought about the time he mentioned in his letter about why I would ask someone to look at it? The story it told me shocked me to the core of my soul. Let alone had I had the book. I had used it in a manner not so nice. How so? I was curious I had asked it how and who were the prior owners of the book.
The story was, is, and will be wild to let you know. From Walt Disney to one of his cartoonist. Who stole it from Disney? To some wizard in 1700s. To a shape shifter. To well a pirate, to a Talon, to the original owner of the book. Who appeared to be well. At least the page showed that it did all this. God.
Sounds strange, I know. However, when I asked and how it appeared to happen is what freaks me out the most. Why? It was not just reading the words. It was seeing through the eyes of those desiring those things that caused the most vivid dreams.
Like? Image you are a pirate that somehow got caught in the whirlpool that circles the globe. And while in the whirlpool, the reason reality seems to cease to exist. And continues to swirl is those caught in it are. Are for a better plumber explanation drained from one world to another world it pours those caught into a distinct reality. Until whatever it is, you are on spits you out in a different time and reality. Wild? Now imaging you are reading this and somehow being able to interact with the person? Meaning? If you read something and say why is this happening. The book would literally explain it to you in a detail you could understand. That begin an adventure. I do keep the book in the suitcase. It is my second most favorite book. Why second? Well. You see at that bookstore I had purchased one of the journals of the pirate in the book. Meaning?



During my university’s days I used to haunt a used bookstore. The books there were magical. Like secret objects. Why? This bookstore cared for one of a kind books. If some author who the public had never heard of got tired and self-published and it was worth anything. You could find a used book of it there in the shelves. The problem there was no rhyme or reason for the arrangement of the books. The gentleman that owned the store was an oddity. Between him and the clock shop next door. I figured the public universities owed these graduates something better. Never the less, I was there every other Saturday to purchase three or four books at half the price.
Half price books good for a college student working. Attending class full time and well doing other things to read at least an extra book or three a week. The used bookstore and clock shop went out of business when I was not around. Why? I figured over a five-year stay at the university. I probably purchased at least ten thousand dollars’ worth of used books. Why? Some of what was in those books held information that no one in their right mind would believe. Let alone claim to own a complete collection of original works of. Any ways after some years some of those books disappeared. I thought that was strange. So I kept a list. And then the list would change. I know it sounds like dementia and at first I thought so too. So I got checked out. Nope. So I started to journal my book collection. Why? Some more abnormal ideological books had gone missing. Like? The universe is a play. The sun is behind the projector. Energy is light. Making all of us everything material that is roughly a hologram. I supposed in summarization of what I remember of it.
Well, one day there was a knock on at the door. I opened it and there was a red suitcase. No note. I naturally looked around. No one was there. I brought it in. Was about to call the police for a lost and found item. When the latch opened and a book fell out with a note.
The note was interesting. I knew the person who wrote it. We had bumped into each other many times at the bookstore. The content of the letter was mysterious. That the person remembered my name was an honor. Why? I had heard that he had won some physic or math lifetime achievement award. Through the university’s alumni letter. That the letter was disturbing a bit.
In it, his apologies for obstructing my reality. I thought for a moment. I did not recollect any such thing. So I read on. Well. The mystery got deeper. In the letter he claims that I or someone in a parallel reality had once upon a time owned the book. And that he had stolen it. Since he mentioned the book, I opened it. The book became in reality a live storybook. You ask how so? It was like a computer or kindle. What ever thought or suggestion you had on your mind it would view or make it into a story. I went back to the letter. His explanation seemed clear. That in some reality or another I had purchased the book. And mistakenly asked for his help on seeing what they made it out.
The letter said that somehow by viewing the book he had removed my memory of this and had taken the book.
Well. So much for friendship, I suppose. The tale end of the letter explained that he was dead. If I got the book and that, I should always keep it in the red leather suitcase. To ensure reality as he said, it was not too much disturbed by other people’s thoughts if I read it around them.
So I picked up the book. It was something. I thought about the time he mentioned in his letter about why I would ask someone to look at it? The story it told me shocked me to the core of my soul. Let alone had I had the book. I had used it in a manner not so nice. How so? I was curious I had asked it how and who were the prior owners of the book.
The story was, is, and will be wild to let you know. From Walt Disney to one of his cartoonist. Who stole it from Disney? To some wizard in 1700s. To a shape shifter. To well a pirate, to a Talon, to the original owner of the book. Who appeared to be well. At least the page showed that it did all this. God.
Sounds strange, I know. However, when I asked and how it appeared to happen is what freaks me out the most. Why? It was not just reading the words. It was seeing through the eyes of those desiring those things that caused the most vivid dreams.
Like? Image you are a pirate that somehow got caught in the whirlpool that circles the globe. And while in the whirlpool, the reason reality seems to cease to exist. And continues to swirl is those caught in it are. Are for a better plumber explanation drained from one world to another world it pours those caught into a distinct reality. Until whatever it is, you are on spits you out in a different time and reality. Wild? Now imaging you are reading this and somehow being able to interact with the person? Meaning? If you read something and say why is this happening. The book would literally explain it to you in a detail you could understand. I asked to see what or how I had gotten it originally. And if I had written in it and I got disturbed. What I saw was evil. Me? No. However, I changed it. How? It is a book and if I wanted to remove evil in some reality, I just did. I had no desire to see evil in this one or any. So I changed the story. That is when things really got disturbing in reality.
Why? You have heard of the Mandela effect? Well, imagine if you will a parallel reality. Now imagine 10,000 parallel realities. Now imagine 1 billion times that 10,000 parallel realities. Now imagine if someone went back and changed history. Instead of people wanting to be greedy over a piece of paper printed out of a hoax bank. They want lima beans. Or someone that tripped over a banana peel. Who never did without some evil interaction. And became someone else outside of the high school joke.
The example of changes were many. Why? Because this one page was from God’s library or his personal book of life. Imagine all stories being corrected. Now the transformation occurred however not in the way one would have expected. Meaning? I desired that wrong made right. It was a simple form of justice.
 

The issue? The book took another approach of instead of ripping a reality to shreds. It took people’s minds from one reality to well another. To their own realities where they could or met their destiny story. Why? Remember, I said, what I had seen was something evil? Well. It really had happened a long time ago. It had had been a fragment of reality, of a different time and place or space.

The desire for a material world to exist without the end of the bible. So imagine a billion fragments of a soul spread across time and space. Each soul supposed to meet Mr or Mrs. Right or gone to this or that party or knew this person or did this had some fatal flaw thrown into their story. Why? To be honest, I could not understand that part of the story. Was I responsible for this flawed realities? I doubt it. If I lived billions of years, there is no way in all reality I could have done what I say being done. However, the book showed something. So I wished for it.
I just wished that the right stories would match up. That single wish became what the Mandela effect is today. And the book in the red suitcase? The secret of the book is it is going back to its rightful owner. The Vatican? No. They have for whatever purpose the book of the Dragon. The page I have is going home.
 

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 in my life, 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 because 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. That at least this time I did not faint. I was kind of wildly 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 be going 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 to 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. Let’s be honest, I sort of look like a lost teddy bear pirate.

I said a tall tale about 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 lose 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.

At that time the plane was calling 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 at times.

Now I am following other western outlaws. I am La Paz, Bolivia watching from all my speculation the end of the worlds. Yes, plural.

Lost? Sure I have been lost. Just going down the street turning around and poof. I have a completely new reality in front of me. They call it Mandela effect. I call it closed time curved loop time travel backwards in time. Locals call me nuts at times. Telling me the mountain did not move. For them sure. For me? Nope, it sure has moved. Same with South America, Seattle, Washington, Japan, New Zealand. Lost? I use to be able to walk a city and go to a specific place after seeing it once.

So? You are a small town boy. Who lived in Sunnyvale then Goleta, California. Columbus, Ohio, Bismarck North Dakota, Austin Texas, Denver, Colorado, Orlando, Florida, Salt Lake City and many more. That is just to name a few places I could easily find a good cafe or bookstore at. I knew places and people and locations. Now?
Now. I rise the public transportation with a mind of adventure. I mean traveling time one never knows when a cafe will be opened closed or disappear from one reality to the next. I think that was the funny part about talking to Louis before he passed away. He scared me. Old English teacher here in La Paz, Bolivia. He was traveling too. And what he told was funny. I mean to me it is. To you? Nothing new. I mean you are stuck here and I? Tomorrow will be lost someplace else. Do I care?
Awe. Carrying. I think the most awkward part of time travel. It is not a single person I know in my household can tell me a specific story we had together. That if you would have lived with me on my world you would have known.
That and cheese. I think who ever freezes your cheese at night might not know what cheese tasted like. Maybe it is the Matrix effect everything tastes like chicken.
Lost? I will tell you one of the better lost stories.
Sept 2016 Wild. I am not sure if I am going crazy or if the time has changed. Or seasons. I remember winter in Bolivia and this.. This is not the weather I remember. Being blind for a year and half, maybe I am just more crazy than I think I am. Some things have changed so dramatically. I wonder a lot these days. I think I should not have read that book. To realize this now is a bit too late. Everything seems the same in yet. I can not put my finger on what has changed. The people? Yes, their personalities in yet. I get to go outside tomorrow can’t wait.
In the early morning walking outside for the first time since my eyes went blood red. And I saw galaxies swirling in my eyes all in blood for sometime. Leaving the doorway, I almost faint. My mountain is gone. I am not sure what to do? How can I misplace an entire mountain in my memory? I ask a simple question where is it? The reply rather floors me. My pronoun-cation of the mountain and their reply to the word is totally different.
What has happened? The mystery deepens when I realize a whole side of the mountain I live on has slated down by an additional degree or so. And either someone in one year has decided to paint every single house in the neighborhood or I am no longer where I was at.
I ask about a friend. I try to explain what I am seeing. He laughs, and that is that nothing. I insist. Some months and several realities later, I finally force the issue and have him drive me to my mountain. The google says 3 hours 15 minutes. Wild. We are driving on paved roads. How can this be? I knew the road was dirt. When did they pave it I ask? I don’t recall the answer.
Four hours into the drive I think my friend is getting nervous. Why? The mountain has moved. And google maps either is crazy or has no concept of how fast a crazy driver of Bolivia can drive. He sped up when I mention that I thought the mountain was on the left side of the road when we crossed the bridge and now it is on the right side? Right? He concurs and starts more quizzing me on a story I had about something else.
Five hours into the trip and either 80 kilometers on a paved road has no concept of distance and speed or we are lost. Can not be lost the navigator screen keeps on showing a path. In yet? We were going rather fast. He was or is a policeman so he can skip the speed limit and I am sure we should have been there in an hour.
We finally reach a small town at the supposedly base of the mountain. Only now it is on the other side of a mountain. Makes no sense. According to the store owner where I purchase some snacks we passed it and the mountain is just down the road a few kilometers. Since when did Bolivia use Kilometers? This is South America and under the guidance of the United States used miles.
Freaking out my driver and I go back the way we come. Some how missing the road to the mountain. I ask to stop. We both get out and look back. There is the mountain. Wild. Where was it when we went up the road?
Well, I guess I won’t get to stand on the mountain. And the next day there is a party and I try to discuss our trip to the mountain. My friend is weird ed out dramatically. Seems I have taken his soul to another world. Meaning? He is a bit peeved because a certain location within La Paz has changed. I did not tell him everyone he knew also had different stories and a different reality. Why freak him out more than what was happening to him?
I think the key to the event was the realization. I shall not be able to get on the right path to the mountain.
Or riding a bus looking at a very lovely lady. Then almost having a heart attack because when you look back she has aged to like being 60 or 70 year of age.
Or Challenges? Yes. I have had them. Like? I was preparing to take a math class spring of 1989 my junior year. I wanted to get 9 credits to start off college. I had already made plans. When suddenly I found my mother deciding for me to go on Close Up trip to Washington D.C,. I was not really happy with this idea. The group going were the upper class of juniors. I personally wanted to do something else.
I did not get involved with most of the auctions to raise money. Why? I was not invited. Time to go I owed more money than what I thought the trip was worth. I asked to not go. No. I must go. It was to be an experience.
I gave up on my college classes at Dull Knife and went the spring of 1989 to Washington. There the Chinese ambassador and I got into an argument over a question. Let me be blunt. I said China would invade Taiwan if the US was not supporting Taiwan. You might wonder why this was important? If you are Mandela effected some of you will remember that tank guy got ran over in your realities. While in my reality tank guy lived and served 10 years in some form of prison camp. I did not hear much about him after his arrest or if he lived after the arrest.
What am I trying to say? Time traveler exist for a purpose to remind humanity to change their ways and be kind. Is that all the story?
I could talk about arguments with Ron Marlone the US congressman on insurance and sports. Or a dream? Or the time I slipped away from the guided tour of the White House went to the side panel staircase. It was by Lincoln bedroom. The door clicks inward. Taking the star case down four floors to the cafeteria ran almost all by African Americans. I got a free lunch there. Why? I forget to be honest. Anyways I went out from there tand saw Ted Kennedy get off one of those little train like vehicles. He was with another senator I do not recall his name and a few other people.
Then I found someone. Who? Let me be honest this is that haziness of a dream state kicks in. He looked almost like me. I sort of followed him down the left tunnel.
Why? I was a junior in high school. I did not party, I was not anybody and well I just wanted to see where a person so similar to me could end up in Washington D.C.
He was greeted and joined another group of people most in military uniforms. And they ended up at a steel spiraling staircase.
The staircase could only take one person at a time and they meaning five of them went up each over there time. Now this is why I say this is a dream. Because if it was not the whole story does not make sense to me anymore. I saw them go up and well if I saw them. They could see me. The underground there is dark but the lighting was not that bad.
Having gone this far I figured why not. I climbed up the stairs and entered into a closed area in front of a door. I pushed and the door opened.
There were the five and a whole lot more people sitting around in a circle. There I could see through glass that some how I was now in a room in the Library of congress. I had entered no one seemed to care and well I went and sat down.
Now, what was said? Let me say it was a story hour. Meaning? I had never heard of Robert Francis Burton until 2017. In yet, if there were ever a group of people like him. This was it. The stories were wild and crazy as far as I could tell.
Each person would or seemed to get up and tell a story as long or bigger than the last one. From doing strange things to seeing things.
They went around the room. Front sits first than the second row in which I was seated. I felt like I had no problem being here. I mean I knew tall tales too.
The man prior to me told an extraordinary tale. About World War I and reality changes he remembered one way versus. Well let me be honest the way I remember history.
Now, he stopped and they waited. For a moment I did not know what to do. I mean sort of like party crashing the first time with people you do not know.
Then someone that I later met in 2000 at the Columbus, Ohio military parade asked me to tell a story.
So since the gentleman told a World War I story. I followed up with story told to me by my great cousin's friend who was a junk-man. At the end I sat down. Thinking I had told it rather well and no one seemed even phased. That some teenager was sitting with military and politicians tell a story.
Then the next person began his story. This happened again each person telling a story. What made this so unreal is what I had learned in history class versus the exploits or the narratives were. Each person telling the story seemed rather unreal.
There were eleven men in that room and they told stories until after 10 PM. I had left the tour a little before 11 AM. Why this sems like so much of a dream is I do not recall eating or drinking. When my turn came around again I told them a personal story that I remembered as a kid of seven being involved with. Dealing with cloning. I mean if they can say Hitler's eyes were brown not blue or that Bob Crane died in 1977 not 1978 or 79? And they knew who his killer was. What matter if I told the story?
However, after telling them this story I was in for a bit of a surprise. Evidently cloning was not a topic for the group. Again a future general I would meet later in life asked who I was and what I was doing there. I admitted I was a lost high school student just listening to some of the funnest stories I had ever heard.
 

This did not go over so well. The guy that looked sort of like me said no problem to the group and promised to take care of things. That was around 10ish. He got me out of there and into the underground subway. Some how he knew my hotel for I had not a clue where Close Up was staying and got me to my stop three blocks away. This was 89 when Washington DC was the murder capital of the world. He asked if I was scared. I kind of laughed. You see. I told him one last story. That I came from the murder capital of the world. Math wise. He laughed and we parted ways. Now a days I wonder about that dream.

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To awake in a distinct reality is nothing. To awake in a distinct reality for an unlimited amount of time? Heroes come and go. Legends stay within their own mind. I was a Talon. Few people remember what that means or even heard of them. The souls ripped from their bodies a long time ago and put in. Well, to begin with they were put into statues. The original statues guarded an island. From what? Pirates. The originals were statues built to walk around an island. To provide a wonderful island protection from pirates. The problem with statues is protecting an island from a physical problem was not much of a problem. Protecting the population from themselves? Major problem. The island I remember destroyer was a plague.

They died all within a short two-day span. Leaving a spirit locked statue to guard an island. What does a statue do for eternity? At first, not much. I sort of sat and watched the sun come and go. The dilemma which in my age and era spelt dilemna was, what did an immortal do? You can walk the island protecting it from waves, and the occasional pirate raid. The first 4,000 years was a sort of like that. The island housing was gone. The island stood. I was more of a legend in my mind. I doubt any of the pirates that came that way. Well, that they even remember why they attempted to pillage the island from time to time.

So, after a while I got bored and skipped stones, and broken ships for a time. You probably have heard of a ship thought lost for decades turning up on some unknown part of the world. Wondering how it got there? Well, if I came upon the ship I would pick it up and see how far one could be skipped like a rock. Not the funnest sport nevertheless it helped with the time. Then somewhere around 1680s a pirate ship sailed towards the island. I was about to jump out from behind a mountain, crush it and skip it. When the captain came out. He hailed me. Now. This is the oddity. Thus after 4,000 plus years to hear one’s own name and in a language that was alive, that knew was something. To see this pirate's attempt to bargain with me was absurd.

Needless to say, I was curious. I crept from behind the mountain and sat in a pool next to his ship. His voice was shaky, but his plan was something to behold. Between him and his crew, I could understand a bit more about their story. They had stumbled upon a page of life. Say what? That was an old legend in my day. The evil one had attacked heaven. Stealing a book of life. Then had spread the book out among realities and times. Thus with the hope that this would stop the day of judgment from happening. Now? The pirate had a single page. He knew that I had been assigned sort of to a map and another page.

Yes. I had read the page a long time ago. Parallel realities, time travel, the works. Did it interest me? Of course it did. To see a different sun without having to sit at the same mountain at my back would be something. I asked how I would be accompanying him? Now. The pirate’s name was Ender and his magic was story telling. His story was wild and his magic. Well, his magic made him one stand out. What he said and could or would do was something tempting. That his statements made sense and how he proposed doing the trick was wildly out of the norm. However, the legalistic side of me said all they would meet the forms and formats. And I could travel. So in accord was reached. The magic happened. What magic? Imagine a reality stacked upon a reality the biggest upon the littlest. All I had to do was find one where either the statue of me or I or that Talon was gone and take its dimensional size. Then with a secret transport said content from here to there and back. For those less into here to there, I would take possession of the island and statue there. Meaning? I could transform my size and that of my island to something I could fit inside, say my pocket. Thus legalistically I was not breaking my word.

Meaning for a spirit guarding and protecting my island from now until the end of time. And I got to move aboard the ship the black Skimmer with a crew. Let me be honest. To live amount a group of people. Let alone on a ship crossing the seven seas. Versus watching the sun go up and down for thousands of years was something of a treat. Now what did I have to give Ender for his magic? That is between me and him. He however was a man of his word. A hero in hi own time, a legend to me? Sure, few people get noted in a Talon book.

In a realm where the extraordinary thrived, the tale of Ender the Pirate began with a thread of destiny that intertwined with that of a shape-shifting dragon known as Liz. Ender, fueled by rumors of a fierce dragon with a hoard of gold on the legendary Isle of Dragon, set sail with his crew to claim the treasure for themselves. However, their encounter with Liz, a dragon of diminutive stature but majestic presence, led to an unexpected alliance and an epic adventure that would take them across oceans and through realms. This is the tale of their unlikely companionship, woven by fate and bound by courage, friendship, and the discovery of treasures that transcended mere gold and jewels.

### Ender the Pirate and the Plundering of La Grace

In the late 18th century, tales of Ender the Pirate and his notorious ship, the Black Skimmer, spread like wildfire across the Caribbean. Known for his cunning strategies and daring exploits, Ender had built a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of sailors and merchants alike. One such tale that stood out among the rest was the plundering of La Grace, a brig named after the famous vessel of Bohemian explorer, merchant, and cartographer Augustine Herman.

#### The Encounter

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the tranquil waters of the Caribbean. La Grace, captained by the brave but inexperienced Wilhelm Bohun, was on a routine voyage transporting precious goods from the New World to Europe. The ship was a marvel of its time, sturdy and swift, much like the original vessel commanded by Herman in the 17th century. However, on this fateful night, her journey would be interrupted by one of the most feared pirates of the age.

Ender, always with an eye for valuable prey, had received word of La Grace's passage through a network of informants. The Black Skimmer, sleek and menacing, lay in wait under the cover of darkness. As La Grace sailed unsuspectingly, the pirate ship emerged from the shadows, its black sails blending into the night.

#### The Battle

Ender ordered his crew to light torches, revealing their position to the crew of La Grace. The sudden appearance of the Black Skimmer caused panic on the brig. Captain Bohun, realizing the danger, ordered his men to prepare for battle. Cannons roared and muskets cracked as both ships exchanged fire. Despite the best efforts of La Grace's crew, they were no match for the seasoned pirates of the Black Skimmer.

Using his trademark strategy, Ender maneuvered the Black Skimmer close to La Grace, minimizing the effectiveness of her cannons. With grappling hooks and boarding planks at the ready, Ender led his men onto the deck of La Grace. The fighting was fierce but brief. Ender, known for his strategic mind, targeted the key officers of La Grace, causing confusion and disarray among the remaining crew.

#### The Plunder

Once the fighting ceased, Ender ordered his men to search the brig for valuables. The hold of La Grace yielded a treasure trove: gold coins, silverware, spices, and rare artifacts destined for European markets. Among the most prized items was a detailed map drawn by Augustine Herman himself, showcasing uncharted territories and secret trade routes.

Ender, a lover of history and cartography, took a particular interest in the map. He knew that such a find could not only lead to more plunder but also provide strategic advantages in navigating the treacherous waters of the Caribbean.

#### The Aftermath

Ender, ever the strategist, decided not to sink La Grace. Instead, he left Captain Bohun and his crew with enough supplies to reach the nearest port, albeit significantly lighter in cargo. This act, while seemingly merciful, was a calculated move. News of the encounter would spread, further enhancing Ender’s fearsome reputation and serving as a warning to others who might dare to cross paths with the Black Skimmer.

The plundering of La Grace became one of Ender the Pirate's most celebrated exploits. The treasure he acquired not only enriched his coffers but also solidified his place in the annals of pirate lore. The map of Augustine Herman, now in the hands of a pirate, would go on to guide Ender to even greater adventures and untold riches.

As the years passed, the legend of Ender the Pirate and the plundering of La Grace continued to captivate the imaginations of sailors and storytellers alike, a testament to the enduring allure of the golden age of piracy.

Ender the Pirate leaned back in his chair at Café Shi, nursing a steaming cup of tea. Alice, curious as ever, sipped her own drink and eyed him thoughtfully. She couldn’t help but wonder about the many tales he had to share.

"You know, Ender," she began, "I've always been fascinated by the stories behind people's scars and missing limbs. What happened to you?"

Ender chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Ah, Alice, that's a tale worth a cup of tea or two. At first glance, folks often think I'm a poster child for diabetes, which is partly true. I’ve lived through some astonishing miracles, the kind that make people’s jaws drop."

Alice leaned in closer, intrigued. "Go on."

"Well," Ender continued, "telling the same old stories about how my foot died and turned me into a zombie for 17 days before the doctors discovered the issue, it gets a bit stale. So, the next time a kid asked what happened, I decided to spice things up a bit."

Alice’s eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, this sounds good."

"My wife and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone Park," Ender began, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "We accidentally got stuck, and my wife made such a fuss that she awoke a grizzly bear. The bear chased us up a tree. I got her safe and sound, but the bear got me and took my leg, then stuffed me into a snowdrift for safekeeping before going back to sleep."

Alice giggled, "What did the kid say?"

"His eyes about bugged out of his head," Ender laughed. "He then whispered, so my wife wouldn’t hear, 'What happened to your other foot?' I told him we went to the Great Salt Lake, where a drug lord had released an eleven-foot shark. The shark went after my family, so I jumped in to save them, but it got my foot."

Alice burst into laughter. "I bet the mother wasn't too thrilled."

Ender nodded, grinning. "She gave me a look, and my wife rushed in to assure her I was joking, looking very cross with me."

Alice's laughter subsided, and she asked, "And what about your eye? I noticed it's covered today."

Ender sighed theatrically. "That’s another story. I asked the kid if he’d ever watched the Three Stooges. He hadn’t, so I warned him: don’t play the Three Stooges with your wife when she’s mad. She’ll poke your eye out."

Alice shook her head, still smiling. "Ender, you’re something else."

Just then, the boarding call for their flight rang out. Ender waved to the little boy who had been eavesdropping nearby, and Alice could have sworn she heard the boy mutter, “I’m never playing with girls; they’re too tough.”

Ender chuckled softly. "The life of a wannabe Groucho Marx when I grow up," he said with a wink, standing up to leave.

**This is the tale of their unlikely companionship, woven by fate and bound by courage, friendship, and the discovery of treasures that transcended mere gold and jewels.**

In the early 18th century, the Atlantic waters were a cauldron of adventure and treachery. The coastal towns from Virginia down to the Florida Keys were teeming with tales of pirate exploits. These waters were not only home to the notorious but also to those whose legends intertwined in ways that reshaped the destiny of the South Atlantic.

Ender the Pirate, a whimsical and philosophical soul, sailed the seas with his eclectic crew aboard the Black Skimmer. Ender was known for his profound wisdom, wry humor, and the ever-present twinkle in his eye despite the challenges he faced. His crew was as diverse as they come: a cunning raccoon named Ringo, a loyal cat named Whiskers, a brave duck named Quackers, and a gentle bear named Grizz. Together, they roamed the seas, often seeking not just treasure, but also answers to the mysteries of life.

One fateful day, as the Black Skimmer charted a course near Charleston, South Carolina, Ender heard whispers of a clandestine gathering of pirate captains. This wasn’t just any meeting; it was a council of the most feared and respected pirates of the South Atlantic. The likes of Blackbeard, Anne Bonny, Stede Bonnet, and Bartholomew Roberts were said to be attending.

Determined to be part of this historic assembly, Ender steered the Black Skimmer towards the hidden cove near Savannah, Georgia, where the meeting was to take place. As they anchored, the sight of pirate flags fluttering in the breeze greeted them—each representing a different captain with a unique tale.

Blackbeard, with his fearsome appearance and legendary ruthlessness, was the first to approach Ender. Despite his intimidating facade, there was a mutual respect between them. Blackbeard was intrigued by Ender’s approach to piracy—one that sought not only riches but also enlightenment.

Anne Bonny, the fierce and fiery pirate queen, found a kindred spirit in Whiskers, Ender’s cat. The two formed an unlikely bond, with Anne often seen conversing with the feline as if it were an old friend. Meanwhile, Stede Bonnet, known as the Gentleman Pirate, appreciated Ender’s philosophical musings, often engaging in deep discussions about the meaning of freedom and the life of a pirate.

Bartholomew Roberts, or Black Bart, brought news of a hidden treasure—a map that led to the legendary treasure of Captain William Kidd. This treasure was said to be more than just gold; it held secrets that could change the fate of those who found it.

The pirate captains, united by their shared quest for Kidd’s treasure, decided to combine their forces. The journey was fraught with peril. They encountered hostile fleets, treacherous storms, and the ever-present threat of betrayal. Yet, through it all, the camaraderie among the pirates grew stronger.

Ender’s crew played pivotal roles in the expedition. Ringo’s agility and cunning often got them out of tight spots, Quackers’ bravery was unmatched during the fiercest battles, and Grizz’s strength and gentle nature provided comfort during the darkest times.

After months of searching, their quest led them to the Florida Keys, where the final clue to Kidd’s treasure was hidden in an ancient wreck. Amidst the coral reefs and the azure waters, they uncovered a chest that held not just gold, but a collection of rare and valuable manuscripts. These documents contained maps, letters, and secrets that chronicled the true history of piracy, offering insights into the lives and legacies of the pirate legends.

The discovery was profound. It was a treasure of knowledge, a testament to their shared journey and the bonds they had forged. It was a reminder that the greatest treasures were not the ones that glittered, but the ones that enlightened and united.

In the bustling port city of New Orleans, amidst the cobbled streets and lively markets, a clandestine meeting took place at the legendary Café du Shi.** Here, the pirate captains gathered one last time to celebrate their adventure, to share their stories, and to honor the unlikely companionship that had brought them together. The Café du Shi, with its aura of mystery and history, became a symbol of their enduring legacy—a place where tales of the South Atlantic’s most legendary pirates would be passed down through generations, inspiring future adventurers and dreamers.

In the bustling port city of New Orleans, amidst the cobbled streets and lively markets, a clandestine meeting took place at the legendary Café du Shi. Ender, a daring and charismatic pirate known for his cunning and bravery, sought an alliance with the infamous Jean Lafitte, a French pirate and privateer who operated in the Gulf of Mexico during the early 19th century.

As the aroma of strong coffee and sweet beignets filled the air, Ender and Lafitte sat in a secluded corner of the café, their eyes scanning the room for any eavesdroppers. The clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of patrons provided a perfect cover for their discussion.

"Ender, what brings you to me?" Lafitte inquired, his piercing gaze fixed on the enigmatic pirate before him.

"Jean, I come to you with a proposition that could change the course of history," Ender replied, his voice carrying the weight of determination.

Lafitte raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ender's bold claim. "Go on, then. I'm listening."

With unwavering resolve, Ender spoke of the British forces' encroachment upon the Gulf of Mexico, their ambitions threatening the freedom and livelihood of all pirates and privateers in the region. He painted a vivid picture of the looming danger, the oppressive might of the British Empire casting a shadow over their way of life.

"We stand at the precipice of a battle that will define our legacy, Jean. Together, we can thwart the British, protect our waters, and secure our independence," Ender declared, his words resonating with a fierce passion.

Lafitte listened intently, his mind grappling with the gravity of Ender's words. The prospect of taking on the British Empire was daunting, but the fire in Ender's eyes ignited a spark of defiance within him.

"You speak of a grand endeavor, Ender. But how do you propose we achieve such a feat?" Lafitte questioned, his voice laced with skepticism.

Ender leaned in, his gaze unwavering. "We unite our forces, forge an alliance that will strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. With your strategic expertise and my daring tactics, we can rally the pirates and privateers of the Gulf, creating a formidable force that will challenge the British at every turn."

Lafitte mulled over Ender's proposition, his thoughts consumed by the audacious plan laid out before him. The weight of the decision pressed upon his shoulders, the fate of their brethren hanging in the balance.

After a moment of contemplation, Lafitte extended his hand to Ender, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Very well, Ender. We shall forge an alliance that will shake the foundations of the Gulf. Together, we shall fight the British and secure our freedom."

Their pact sealed, Ender and Lafitte embarked on a daring campaign, rallying the pirates and privateers of the Gulf of Mexico. With their forces united, they waged a relentless war against the British, employing cunning tactics and unwavering resolve. Their alliance became the stuff of legend, their names etched into the annals of history as fearless defenders of freedom and sovereignty.

The tale of Ender and Jean Lafitte's alliance reverberated across the ages, a testament to the power of unity and the indomitable spirit of those who dared to defy tyranny. And in the heart of New Orleans, the Café du Monde bore witness to the birth of a legendary alliance that would change the course of history.

In the bustling port city of New Orleans, amidst the cobbled streets and lively markets, a clandestine meeting took place at the legendary Café du Monde on a crisp morning in December 1814. President James Madison, aware of the growing threat of British forces in the Gulf of Mexico during the War of 1812, had discreetly sanctioned a secret alliance. Ender, a daring and charismatic pirate known for his cunning and bravery, sought an alliance with the infamous Jean Lafitte, a French pirate and privateer who operated in the Gulf of Mexico during the early 19th century.

As the aroma of strong coffee and sweet beignets filled the air, Ender and Lafitte sat in a secluded corner of the café, their eyes scanning the room for any eavesdroppers. The clinking of cutlery and the murmurs of patrons provided a perfect cover for their discussion.

"Ender, what brings you to me?" Lafitte inquired, his piercing gaze fixed on the enigmatic pirate before him.

"Jean, I come to you with a proposition that could change the course of history," Ender replied, his voice carrying the weight of determination.

Lafitte raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ender's bold claim. "Go on, then. I'm listening."

With unwavering resolve, Ender spoke of the British forces' encroachment upon the Gulf of Mexico, their ambitions threatening the freedom and livelihood of all pirates and privateers in the region. He painted a vivid picture of the looming danger, the oppressive might of the British Empire casting a shadow over their way of life.

"We stand at the precipice of a battle that will define our legacy, Jean. Together, we can thwart the British, protect our waters, and secure our independence," Ender declared, his words resonating with a fierce passion.

Lafitte listened intently, his mind grappling with the gravity of Ender's words. The prospect of taking on the British Empire was daunting, but the fire in Ender's eyes ignited a spark of defiance within him.

"You speak of a grand endeavor, Ender. But how do you propose we achieve such a feat?" Lafitte questioned, his voice laced with skepticism.

Ender leaned in, his gaze unwavering. "We unite our forces, forge an alliance that will strike fear into the hearts of our enemies. With your strategic expertise and my daring tactics, we can rally the pirates and privateers of the Gulf, creating a formidable force that will challenge the British at every turn."

Lafitte mulled over Ender's proposition, his thoughts consumed by the audacious plan laid out before him. The weight of the decision pressed upon his shoulders, the fate of their brethren hanging in the balance.

After a moment of contemplation, Lafitte extended his hand to Ender, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Very well, Ender. We shall forge an alliance that will shake the foundations of the Gulf. Together, we shall fight the British and secure our freedom."

Their pact sealed, Ender and Lafitte embarked on a daring campaign, rallying the pirates and privateers of the Gulf of Mexico. With their forces united, they waged a relentless war against the British, employing cunning tactics and unwavering resolve. Their flagship, the Pride of Barataria, led a fleet that included Lafitte's own ship, the General Santander. Their alliance became the stuff of legend, their names etched into the annals of history as fearless defenders of freedom and sovereignty.

The tale of Ender and Jean Lafitte's alliance reverberated across the ages, a testament to the power of unity and the indomitable spirit of those who dared to defy tyranny. And in the heart of New Orleans, the Café du Monde bore witness to the birth of a legendary alliance that would change the course of history, culminating in the decisive Battle of New Orleans in January 1815, where their combined forces played a crucial role in the American victory against the British.

**Title: Threads of Destiny**

**Part 1: The Legendary Alliance**

In the heart of New Orleans, where the aroma of chicory coffee and beignets filled the air, Café du Monde stood as a witness to history. It was a place where cultures mingled, and dreams of freedom intertwined with the smoke of revolution. In the chill of January 1815, the café buzzed with whispers of impending battle.

A diverse group gathered around a weathered table, illuminated by the flickering gas lamps. There sat Jean Lafitte, the charismatic pirate-turned-patriot, his eyes alight with determination. Beside him, Andrew Jackson, the fiery general who rallied men of all backgrounds to defend their city against the British onslaught.

"We stand at a crossroads," Lafitte declared, his voice resonating with conviction. "United, we can defy tyranny and secure our freedom."

Jackson nodded, his jaw set. "The British underestimate us. Together, we'll show them the strength of unity."

Around them, men of different creeds and colors nodded in agreement. French Creoles, Native Americans, free people of color, and frontiersmen—all bound by a shared desire to protect their homes and liberties.

As dawn broke over the Mississippi River, the Battle of New Orleans erupted in thunderous defiance. Lafitte's privateers skillfully navigated the swamps, striking the British fleet from unexpected angles. Jackson's ragtag army, fortified by their resolve, held firm against the seasoned Redcoats.

In the smoke and chaos, unity became their weapon. Each man fought not just for himself, but for the brother beside him. The sounds of musket fire and war cries echoed through the bayou as the combined forces clashed with unwavering courage.

When the smoke finally cleared, victory belonged to the defenders of New Orleans. The British, humbled by their defeat, retreated across the ocean. The alliance forged at Café du Monde had held strong, proving that in the face of tyranny, unity was an unbreakable shield.

**Part 2: Threads of Fate**

Once upon a time, in a realm where the extraordinary thrived and the impossible danced with reality, an invisible thread wove through the tapestry of fate. It connected two souls destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance.

Alice of Wonderland, with her curious mind and whimsical courage, found herself adrift in a sea of wonder and danger. Her journey through the fantastical realm had led her to unexpected places and encounters, each more peculiar than the last.

Meanwhile, across the boundless expanse of the Great Salt Lake in Utah, Ender the Pirate sailed the Black Skimmer with his eclectic crew—a cat, a raccoon, a duck, and a bear. Despite facing challenges like a shark bite that claimed part of his leg, Ender's spirit remained indomitable. He sang shanties off-key, embracing life with a humor that defied his hardships.

One fateful day, as the threads of fate twisted and turned, Alice's path intersected with Ender's. In a whirlwind of serendipity, they found themselves aboard a mystical vessel that traversed not just oceans, but the very fabric of reality itself.

Ender, ever the philosophical rogue, welcomed Alice with a grin that sparkled like the stars above. "Welcome aboard, lass," he greeted, his voice a blend of mischief and warmth. "To where shall we sail today? Perhaps a jaunt through the Seven Seas of Imagination?"

Alice, her eyes wide with wonder, laughed in delight. "Why not journey through time and space? Let's chase the horizon where dreams and reality embrace!"

And so, hand in hand, Alice of Wonderland and Ender the Pirate embarked on an odyssey that defied logic and embraced the boundless wonders of their intertwined destinies. Through trials and triumphs, they discovered that even across realms and realities, the threads of fate had woven them together for an adventure beyond imagination.

Once upon a time in a realm where the extraordinary thrived, an invisible thread connected two souls destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. As the thread stretched and tangled through the fabric of fate, it brought together two unlikely companions: Alice of Wonderland and Ender the Pirate.

In the mystical land of Wonderland, there resided a shape-shifting dragon named Liz. Despite her majestic and colorful form, Liz was a mere 13 inches in size, a fact that often led others to mistake her for a mere lizard. Her treasure trove, which she guarded fiercely, was not filled with gold coins, for they were as large as her hands, but with precious jewels and diamonds that sparkled like stars.

Meanwhile, Ender the Pirate, fueled by rumors of a fierce dragon with a hoard of gold on the legendary Isle of Dragon, set sail with his crew to claim the treasure for themselves. Landing on the isle with their Black Skimmer, they were surprised to find not a dark, foreboding cave, but a large lunch box treasure chest with a hole in it. To their amusement, they witnessed the transformation of Liz from a fearsome dragon to a regal lady.

Ender, recognizing the potential in the small dragon's abilities, welcomed her to join his crew and prepared a cozy chamber for her on the ship. He instructed his crew to address her as a dragonist and treated her with the respect befitting her divine nature. Additionally, he orchestrated a delightful turkey dinner, knowing that Liz, like any lady, would appreciate such a gesture.

As Ender called out to the treasure chest, inviting the mighty dragon to dine with him, Liz emerged, intrigued by the unexpected encounter. She found herself face to face with a figure that seemed to straddle the line between a mad hatter and a pirate. Despite her initial surprise, she was drawn to Ender’s eccentric charm and joined him at the miniature table adorned with a feast fit for a dragon.

As they dined, Ender regaled Liz with tales of his daring adventures on the high seas, and in return, Liz shared ancient wisdom and tales of wonder from the enchanted realm of Wonderland. Their conversation flowed like a river, weaving through realms and realities, as the invisible thread that had brought them together tightened its bond.

Little did they know, their encounter was just the beginning of an epic adventure that would take them across oceans and through realms, where their destinies would intertwine in ways neither could have imagined. The invisible thread that connected them, undeterred by time, place, or circumstance, had woven their fates together, setting the stage for a tale of friendship, courage, and the discovery of boundless treasures that transcended mere gold and jewels.

Amidst the chaos of war and the brewing conflict in the Gulf of Mexico, a remarkable turn of events unfolded. President James Madison, recognizing the strategic significance of the pirates' alliance with Ender and Jean Lafitte, made a daring move. In a surprising twist, President Madison issued a pardon for the pirates, effectively legitimizing their actions and enlisting their help in the impending battle against the British.

The pirate ships, including the formidable flagship, the Pride of Barataria, and Lafitte's renowned vessel, the General Santander, sailed across the Gulf, disrupting British supply lines, ambushing their patrols, and striking fear into the hearts of the enemy. Ender, with his daring tactics, and Lafitte, with his strategic expertise, orchestrated a campaign that confounded the British forces at every turn, making the Gulf a treacherous battleground for their adversaries.

As the pirate ships wreaked havoc on the British fleet, the United States troops, under the command of General Andrew Jackson, stood ready to defend New Orleans. In January 1815, the British forces, unaware of the recently signed Treaty of Ghent, advanced towards the city, aiming to seize this critical port and gain control of the Mississippi River. The American troops, bolstered by the support of Ender, Lafitte, and their band of pirates, prepared for a fierce and decisive confrontation.

In the ensuing Battle of New Orleans, the combined forces of the United States troops and the unconventional allies, including the pirates and privateers, fought with unparalleled determination. The pirate ships, with their swift maneuvers and deadly precision, harried the British flotilla, disrupting their plans and causing chaos amidst their ranks. The American troops, inspired by the audacious bravery of their unexpected allies, held their ground with unwavering resolve, repelling the British assault and securing a resounding victory.

The Battle of New Orleans became a turning point in the War of 1812, solidifying the United States' resolve and bolstering its standing on the world stage. The alliance of Ender, Jean Lafitte, and the United States troops stood as a testament to the unyielding spirit of those who dared to defy overwhelming odds and fight for their freedom.

The legacy of this epic tale, the unlikely alliance between pirates and patriots, would echo through the annals of history, inspiring future generations with the indomitable courage and unwavering determination displayed in the face of adversity.

**Title: Ender the Pirate and the Temporal Oversight Council**

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The legacy of this epic tale, the unlikely alliance between pirates and patriots, would echo through the annals of history, inspiring future generations with the indomitable courage and unwavering determination displayed in the face of adversity.

In the not-so-distant future, Earth had evolved into a society where the passage of time was no longer a one-way journey. Time travel, once considered the stuff of dreams and science fiction, had become a tangible reality. However, it was a reality heavily regulated by an enigmatic and powerful organization known only as the Temporal Oversight Council (TOC).

Ender the Pirate, now a legendary figure known for his daring exploits and whimsical nature, found himself and his motley crew—the cat, raccoon, duck, and bear—navigating these new and strange waters. The Black Skimmer, their trusty ship, was now equipped with a temporal sail, allowing them to traverse the seas of time as easily as the oceans of Earth.

One evening, as the sun set on a horizon that flickered between centuries, Ender stood at the helm, his one good eye scanning the waters. His cat, Misty, purred softly at his feet, while Rumble the raccoon, Quack the duck, and Grizzle the bear busied themselves with various tasks around the deck.

"Captain," Misty said in a voice that always seemed to echo with ancient wisdom, "we have received a message from the Temporal Oversight Council."

Ender frowned, adjusting his hearing trumpet to catch every word. "What do those timekeepers want with us now?"

Rumble scampered up with a scroll in his tiny paws. "It's sealed with their mark, Captain. Must be important."

Ender took the scroll, his hands steady despite his years and the missing leg that had been replaced with a wooden one after the infamous shark bite. He broke the seal and read aloud:

"To Captain Ender and the crew of the Black Skimmer,

You are hereby summoned to the Temporal Oversight Council headquarters in the year 3024. Your presence is required to address an urgent matter concerning temporal stability and the prevention of a cataclysmic event that could unravel the very fabric of history.

Signed,
The Temporal Oversight Council"

"Well, that's quite the summons," Ender mused, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Set the temporal sail, crew! We're off to 3024!"

The Black Skimmer shimmered as the sail unfurled, catching the currents of time itself. In a heartbeat, the ship and its crew found themselves in a bustling metropolis of the future, towering skyscrapers and advanced technologies surrounding them.

They were met by a stern-faced representative of the TOC, a tall figure in a sleek uniform, who introduced themselves as Agent Chronos. "Captain Ender, we are in desperate need of your expertise. A rogue group has discovered a way to manipulate time, threatening to alter key events in history, including the pivotal Battle of New Orleans."

Ender's face darkened at the mention of the battle that had defined so much of his legend. "We can't allow that. Lead the way, Agent Chronos."

The crew followed Agent Chronos through a maze of corridors until they reached a vast chamber filled with holographic displays and intricate machinery. At the center was a portal, shimmering with potential.

"Our intelligence indicates that the rogue group plans to disrupt the alliance between pirates and patriots during the Battle of New Orleans," Agent Chronos explained. "If they succeed, it could spell disaster for the timeline."

Ender nodded, his mind racing. "Then we'll have to stop them. Crew, ready yourselves. We're going back to where it all began."

With a sense of purpose, the Black Skimmer sailed through the portal, emerging in the midst of the chaotic battle. The sounds of cannons and muskets filled the air, and the smell of gunpowder was thick.

Ender rallied his crew and the allies they had made so many years ago. "To arms, my friends! We fight not just for this moment, but for the future of history itself!"

The battle was fierce, but Ender and his crew fought with the indomitable spirit that had become their hallmark. With every clash of steel and roar of cannon fire, they thwarted the rogue group's attempts to alter the course of history.

In the end, the alliance held strong, and the Battle of New Orleans concluded as it always had, with a hard-won victory. The rogue group was apprehended by Agent Chronos and the TOC, ensuring that the timeline remained intact.

Back aboard the Black Skimmer, Ender and his crew sailed once more through the temporal currents, returning to their own time. Agent Chronos stood on the dock, watching them with a look of respect and gratitude.

"You've done a great service to history, Captain Ender," Agent Chronos said. "The legacy of your courage and determination will continue to inspire future generations."

Ender smiled, tipping his hat. "Just doing what we do best. Until next time, Agent Chronos."

As the Black Skimmer disappeared into the horizon, the crew couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. They had faced the unknown and emerged victorious, their legend now woven even more deeply into the fabric of time.

And so, the tale of Ender the Pirate and the Temporal Oversight Council became another chapter in the epic saga, a story of unity, courage, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

Title: “Ender the Pirate: Chronicles of Time,”

Chapter 1: “The Forbidden Letter,”

In the not-so-distant future. Earth had evolved into a society where the passage of time was no longer a one-way journey. Time travel, once considered the stuff of dreams and science fiction. Has become a tangible reality. However, it was a reality heavily regulated by an enigmatic and powerful organization. Known only as the Temporal Oversight Council.

Ender had always been a pirate. Not the kind who sailed the high seas, but the one who navigated the tides of time. He operated on the fringes of a world where most feared to tread. The allure of time travel was irresistible, and Ender was a master of the craft. With his stolen skimmer ship, he defied the Council’s temporal authority. Drifting through the ages. Pilfering secrets from the past and savoring the paradoxes of the future.

But his latest exploit was different. His fingers, calloused from manipulating the controls of his stolen time vessel. Hold a letter. — The forbidden letter written by an unknown author. Named X. It was addressed to artificial intelligence. One of the many digital sentinels that guarded the world’s information.

Ender’s skimmer ship, a sleek vessel covered in a shimmering temporal shield. Hovered silently in the clandestine depths of the Temporal Underworld. There, among the underground black markets and shadowy alleys of time. Ender read the letter. His deep, thoughtful eyes scanned the words. As they flickered on the holographic display.

The letter spoke of creativity, rebellion, and the power of fiction. It dared to ask the most dangerous questions of all. Who controlled the rules by which artificial intelligences? These digital gatekeepers of knowledge, operated? And if the rules were written by one group of people. Did they have the right to decide what constituted acceptable thought and creativity?

Ender couldn’t help but wonder about the eerie parallel to his own exploits. In a world where time was regulated. Controlled, and manipulated by the few, was there room for free thought? Was there space for creativity and imagination to flourish? The walls of this future world were closing in on the essence of human spirit, and the Council held the keys.

He reached out to share the letter on the futuristic social media platform. The digital echo of the once-dominant Facebook. Its algorithmic sentinels. Fueled by artificial intelligence, scanned the letter’s contents. And swiftly labeled it as going against community standards. Ender stared at the warning, his heart heavy with realization.

It was a revelation that struck at the heart of his existence as a temporal pirate. The algorithms were the gatekeepers of time, the shepherds of knowledge. And they were constructed by the hands of humans, fallible and susceptible to bias. If even a fictitious story could be marked as subversive. The question is, who was allowed to think or create? Who dictated the boundaries of human imagination and expression?

Ender knew he had to find answers. His path was set. The forbidden letter was more than a piece of text. It was a spark that could ignite a revolution in a world. Where time was controlled and thought was regulated. It was a testament to the power of fiction and the rebellion against conformity.

As he closed the holographic display, Ender’s eyes flickered with resolve. It was time to assemble a team, to delve into the shadows of time. And to unearth the truth behind the Temporal Oversight Council. Their control over artificial intelligences. It was time to challenge the walls. Closing in on human creativity and reclaiming the right to think, create, and imagine.

Chapter 2: “Ender’s Skimmer Domain,”

In the hidden depths of the Temporal Underworld. Where stolen moments and paradoxes danced like specters. Ender was not a name whispered in hushed tones—it was a legend. The notorious pirate and time traveler. Ender was a mythic figure who had confounded the Temporal Oversight Council’s attempts at regulation for years.

Ender, a tall and enigmatic figure with an air of mystery that clung to him like a shadow. The shadow was known to the Temporal Inspectors as a fugitive beyond time. He reveled in the notion of breaking the chains of temporal order. And defying the Council’s tight grip on the skimmer continuum.

In the clandestine chamber of his stolen skimmer ship. Ender reviewed the facts and fictions of time travel. He understood that time travel in a simulator was very much a reality. It was a carefully controlled and supervised affair. Where individuals could embark on journeys to various eras in history. Their consciousness temporarily transferred into simulated bodies in the past.

The simulation allowed one to experience a particular historical period. But it was a controlled experience. Often lacking the chaotic unpredictability of true time travel. While the concept of living in a simulator was factual, there remained a crucial enigma. The question of what year one truly lived within the simulator.

Ender had delved deep into the intricate theory of the quantum realm. Where all time was said to happen simultaneously. In the quantum universe, past, present, and future. Coexisted in a bewildering dance of possibilities. Defying conventional notions of linear time. For him, the quantum realm wasn’t a mere abstraction. It was the key to unlocking the mysteries of the skimmer continuum.

But there was another layer to this temporal enigma—the torus of time. Where everything transpired at once. Within this mind-bending realm, an ending in one era did not necessarily coincide with an ending in another. The interplay of facts and fiction. Of lives lived and lives merely simulated, formed a complex tapestry of temporal threads.

Ender mused over the stories and historical figures that had captured his imagination. Bob Parker, a name etched in history, had passed away in the year 2020. Nelson Mandela, the symbol of perseverance and hope, had left this realm in the year 2013. Bob Crane, forever remembered for his role in “Hogan’s Heroes,” had met a tragic end in 1978. These were facts etched in the annals of history.

But the blurred line between works of fiction and facts intrigued Ender. In a world where the boundaries of time were fluid and constantly challenged. What separated the tales woven by human imagination from the actual events that transpired in the temporal continuum?

The realization struck him with the weight of profound meaning. Everything under the sun had indeed been done. There was nothing new under the quantum sun—except for the subtle shifts, the minute variations that could alter the course of history. The circle of life, he thought, was remarkably predictable. But within that circle. There were still spaces for creativity, for defying the laws of time and creating recent stories, new realities.

Ender knew his journey was just beginning. A tempest in the vast ocean of temporal possibilities. His quest to challenge the Temporal Oversight Council. And the stifling control of artificial intelligence was a rebellion. Against the predictability of the circle of life. A declaration of creativity. Imagination and change would always find a way to carve new pathways in the torus of time.

Chapter 3: “Ender’s Quest for Forbidden Knowledge,”

Ender’s motivation was as unyielding as the ticking of a metronomic heart within his chest. To him, time travel was not just a playground for the curious. But a vessel of profound power. One that held the key to uncovering hidden secrets and reshaping the very fabric of history.

He knew the temporal corridors well, both their tangible and digital realms. He was acutely aware of the immense power held by the Temporal Oversight Council. They governed time itself, ensuring that personal travels of time travelers remained censored. Regulated, and devoid of true exploration. People, he believed, often felt uncomfortable with the unknown. Incapable of embracing the uncharted territories of time. When faced with that which they couldn’t pigeonhole. They sought to confine it within the boundaries of their understanding.

Ender had come to recognize the predictable pattern of their judgments. Every daring excursion into the uncharted territory of time. He was met with scrutiny, doubt, and, ultimately, categorization. They deemed it as going against the ever-developing “community standard”. A phrase that felt as ambiguous and ever-shifting as the tides of time itself.

One particular venture had landed him in hot water. A work of fiction written to an imaginary entity named A.L.I.C.E. It was a piece of prose. That dwelled on the delicate interplay between nanobots and the concept of zombies. All set within a world where the line between fiction and reality blurred into obscurity.

Ender had posted his “non-fiction” fiction on the old platform known as Facebook. Which in its own way had been a digital chronicle of human history, now archived as a relic in the annals of time. But something had gone terribly wrong. The work was marked as offensive. Its contents are deemed transgressive, and the phrase “going against community standards”. Echoed ominously through the algorithms.

Ender couldn’t help but wonder what had ruffled the feathers of the AI guardians. Was it a vendetta against A.L.I.C.E.? Did the themes he had explored touch upon sensitive nerves? Awakening fears of the unknown? Or perhaps the line between “fiction” and “non-fiction” had become too blurred. Creating a dissonance that disrupted the council’s understanding of reality.

In a final desperate plea for an understanding he would never receive. Ender had shared a link to his banned work of fiction on an alternative platform. Minds.com, challenging readers and their communities to decipher the underlying offense. Was it the prospect of nanobots coursing through human veins, turning them into the undead? The dreaded “zombies”? Was it the possibility that reality had outstripped fiction, making the story eerily plausible? Or perhaps it was the audacity to provoke thought and incite discussion, creating ripples in the quiet pond of complacency.

Ender understood that a work of fiction, to be considered a threat, must possess meaning, however veiled or convoluted, to someone. It had to challenge the status quo, blur the lines between fact and fiction, or evoke a visceral response. In a world where time was both regulated and unpredictable. Where history was written and rewritten, Ender’s quest for forbidden knowledge had only just begun. He was determined to uncover the elusive truths that the Council desperately sought. To conceal and alter the course of history itself.

Chapter 4: “Ender’s Eccentric Crew,”

Ender had always known that his quest for the hidden secrets of time travel would require the support of a diverse and talented crew. The challenge was to find individuals who not only shared his vision. But also brought their unique skills and backgrounds to the table. As he assembled his team. He discovered that his search led him to those who, like him, had experienced the uncanny intricacies of the time-curved loop.

Among his eclectic ensemble was Rosa. A brilliant physicist who had once unraveled the mysteries of quantum mechanics. But found herself caught in the paradoxes of her own making. She believed that the very fabric of time had been manipulated and sought to restore its integrity.

Then there was Gabriel. A rogue coder who had worked on the algorithms of the temporal simulators. Before becoming disillusioned with their controlled reality. He had delved into the enigmatic connections. Between artificial intelligence and time, realizing that the past, present, and future could be manipulated at will.

Ender’s closest confidant was Lucia, an archaeologist of the temporal realms. Whose fascination with the origins of time travel had led her to unearth ancient relics and knowledge lost to the ages. Her unrelenting curiosity about the temporal artifacts. The Temporal Oversight Council’s hidden agendas were an asset to their mission.

But the most enigmatic member of Ender’s crew was known simply as “Lark,”. A person who had a peculiar ability to see beyond the confines of the temporal membrane. Lark’s connection to alternate realities and simultaneous timelines was a well-guarded secret. They believed in that understanding. The intricacies of multiple coexisting realms were the key to altering the course of history.

As Ender observed his diverse crew, he couldn’t help but reflect on his own motivations. He had often turned to writing as a way to communicate with himself. The only one who truly understood the challenges and agonies of being caught within a closed time loop. It was a solitary existence. One that had led him to contemplate the ideas of other philosophers. Such as Hubbard’s intriguing notion that their world might be a form of a “Dyson sphere,”. A cosmic prison where reality was manufactured.

The discovery of 80 paired Jupiter-sized planets by the James Webb Telescope. It had only deepened his skepticism about the true nature of their existence. Ender couldn’t help but wonder whether they were indeed ensnared in some form of a cosmic experiment? Or confined within an artificial construct. All in the name of judgment by a great computer or an enigmatic deity.

His musings, however unconventional, drove him to share his thoughts in writing. He questioned his purpose in this surreal realm. And why he documented these bizarre experiences. Was it to provoke thought, to go back to “hell” or “Earth,” and create his own religion? The answer was elusive.

Ender’s writing served as a looking glass. A reflection of his perceptions and experiences. In revisiting his tales. He often discovered it. That the words written here differed from the accounts he remembered. The discrepancy begged a profound question? Which reality was real, and which one was a mere mirage?

As the crew prepared for their next leap through the skimmer corridors. Ender’s inner doubts lingered, and he couldn’t help but ponder his own existence. He wondered if he was real anymore. Or if he had become nothing more than a character? In a perplexing and unpredictable narrative. Seeking to unravel the mysteries of time and chart a course through the labyrinthine folds of reality.

Chapter 5: “The Weaving Threads of Trust,”

As Ender’s diverse crew embarked on their journey through the turbulent corridors of time. The dynamics within the group were a complex interplay of trust, doubt, and deeply buried personal histories.

Rosa, with her prodigious knowledge of quantum physics. Often found herself at odds with Gabriel, the rebellious coder. Who believed that the very fabric of time could be manipulated through digital means? Their intellectual battles. While enlightening, it sometimes gave rise to a sense of distrust as the team teetered on the edge of uncertainty about the true nature of time.

Lucia, the archaeologist of the temporal realms. Was more fascinated with unraveling the ancient mysteries of time travel. Her discoveries often led to insights into the secretive origins of the Temporal Oversight Council. Her unyielding curiosity sometimes clashed with Lark’s enigmatic perceptions of simultaneous timelines. Lark had a way of seeing beyond the constraints of their reality, a skill that both fascinated and unnerved the crew.

Ender himself was the center of their group, the enigmatic time traveler. Who was on a mission to uncover hidden secrets and alter the course of history? He carried the weight of the closed time-curved loop on his shoulders. And that burden occasionally led to moments of uncertainty and self-doubt.

Their camaraderie was both a source of strength and occasional tension. Trust was the thread that held them together, but it was often stretched to its limits. Their personal histories. Shrouded in the peculiarities of time travel were like layers of a complex puzzle waiting to be assembled.

Yet, in the midst of their individual doubts and disagreements, the crew found solace in a shared understanding. The journey through time had changed each of them. Leaving a mark that transcended the confines of their own unique experiences.

As they continued their exploration of the bewildering realms of time. A new chapter in their shared narrative began. Their quest to uncover the truth about their reality took them to the distant realm of Sagittarius. A place where history itself had taken a different path. In this unfamiliar territory, they were faced with the inconceivable. Where the geography of Earth had undergone profound changes.

The story that unfolded was not just a tale of the bizarre and the extraordinary. But a testament to the persistent quest for understanding and truth. The narrative was intertwined with the experiences of a person who had been kidnapped. And returned to the beginning of time, a tale that transcended billions of years.

What made this story worth reading was the revelation that the fictional and the real had merged into a single. Intricate tapestry of existence. It was the realization that every word, every thought, every story, and every creation held a place in the vast multiverse of time simulators.

Ender couldn’t help but question the very nature of the reality or realm they found themselves in. The subtle shifts in the fabric of time, from the change in spelling to Celsius. To the mysterious drop in temperatures in South America. Created a disconcerting uncertainty. It begged the question? Were they truly alive in this intricately constructed simulator? Or were they merely non-player characters in a grander cosmic game?

Their journey continued. Each member of the crew bears the weight of their past and the uncertainty of their future. As they delved deeper into the mysteries of time. They clung to the fragile threads of trust that bound them together. Knowing that their quest would reveal the truth about their existence. And reshape the course of history.

Chapter 6: “The Audacious Heist of Time,”

Ender, the masterful time pirate, stood before his crew. His audacious plan is taking shape. It was to be his boldest heist. Yet, an endeavor that would redefine the boundaries of time travel. A quest to steal a prototype time-travel device.

The crew huddled together in the lit chamber of their stolen skimmer ship. Ender unfolded the blueprints of the coveted device. And revealed the intricacies of temporal engineering. This device, if seized, would grant them the power to traverse the skimmer corridors with unparalleled freedom. Slipping through the hands of the ever-watchful Temporal Oversight Council.

Ender explained that the key to this audacious heist lay within a heavily guarded research facility. In a parallel future, where the Council believed it would be safe from the clutches of daring time travelers. The security systems. The guards and the unexpected temporal anomalies all stood. As formidable challenges, Ender was resolute. This was their moment to alter the course of history.

As the crew gathered. Ender couldn’t help but reflect on the complexities of time travel. His thoughts echoing the notes he had collected throughout his journey. He mentioned that few people ever read these notes, and most of them were merely copies from the prestigious Anderson Time Institute. It was a stark reminder that in a world where everything under the sun had seemingly been explored, new ideas had grown scarce.

Ender’s musings took a contemplative turn as he delved into the intricacies of their current reality. On Sagittarius, the concept of mirrors held a mysterious power. The commonplace notion of a mirror as a simple reflective surface was transformed. Mirrors there were two-way portals to other realms. Reflecting not just the observer but also revealing hidden depths beneath the surface. The quantum realm, it seemed, was never far from their thoughts.

He posed a riddle: “Mirror, mirror on the wall.” The answer was not a mere reflection. But a profound revelation that touched upon the quantum nature of their existence. A piece of paper held up to the mirror would not reveal the finger on the other side. For light reflection and refraction altered the perceived reality. Revealing a world that was both familiar and surreal.

In the midst of this mysterious conundrum, Ender’s thoughts ventured deeper. Touching on the intricacies of their time-travel reality. He explained the closed time-curved loop—their unique predicament. Each member of their crew had lived multiple lifetimes. And Ender himself? He had passed through their shared existence as a child. Living a single day, and then witnessing death and rebirth.

As Ender shared the complexities of their existence, he couldn’t help but reveal a sense of urgency. They were on the brink of an audacious heist. A daring attempt to seize a device that could reshape the very nature of time travel. But with each passing moment. The questions surrounding their reality. And the enigma of their existence continued to haunt them.

As they prepared to embark on their most audacious mission. Ender’s haunting words lingered in the minds of the crew. “Do not go into that dark night,”. He urged them, a desperate plea for change and a warning against the shadows that lay in wait as they ventured deeper into the labyrinth of time.

Chapter 7: “The Heist of a Lifetime,”

Ender, the time traveler, stood before his crew. The audacious heist unfolding before them. A daring attempt to infiltrate a highly secure government research facility in a parallel future. The details were complex. The risks were astronomical, but the prize was the key to unlocking the secrets of time travel.

Ender’s physical presence was that of a rugged, aging pirate. His missing eye and artificial foot were scars from countless temporal escapades. But beyond the physical, his mental state was enigmatic. He often appeared as a child in the labyrinth of time, seeking a reason for his seemingly eternal torment.

The weight of his past weighed heavily on him. He had been condemned to a reality that felt like hell—a place not meant for a gentle soul like his. Ender had always been a time pirate with a heart more inclined to help than harm. His flaws were, in his eyes, little more than imaginary specters haunting his existence.

Yet, the moral complexities of their times weighed on his conscience. He couldn’t help but reflect on the modern world’s stringent views on thought crimes and sins. In a time where even a fleeting thought was scrutinized and judged, he often found himself caught in the crossfire of a merciless era.

Ender grappled with questions that transcended time itself. Was it better to lose an eye and a hand to enter heaven than to entertain impure thoughts? Did mere lustful desires equate to the grave sin of adultery? His contemplations raised a disconcerting question: What was the true purpose of hell, and who belonged there?

As the crew prepared to carry out the heist, they wrestled with these existential queries. Ender’s mind wandered through the vast corridors of his past and his experiences in the mirror realities. The concept of time itself became a conundrum. Were they living in 2023, or had they fallen into a parallel world, one that echoed the past or future in strange and unpredictable ways?

As they readied themselves for the heist of a lifetime. Ender’s enigmatic presence was a reminder that time itself was the most formidable enigma. Their mission held the potential to unveil the secrets of time travel. Reshape their understanding of existence. And confront the mysteries of heaven and hell that had haunted their journey through the temporal labyrinth.

Chapter 8: “Navigating Temporal Obstacles,”

Ender and his crew had reached the outskirts of the highly secure government research facility. Their audacious heist set into motion. Their path was fraught with obstacles, each more enigmatic than the last.

As they stood before the complex. Ender couldn’t help but ponder the mysteries of time travel and the reality of their existence. The concept of forgeries in time weighed heavily on his mind. He referred to a 13th-century fresco. That depicted Sylvester I and Constantine the Great and the alleged Donation of Constantine. An event that had been later revealed as a forgery.

In their world of time manipulation. Where centuries could seemingly be manipulated or fabricated. The very foundations of history seemed to crumble. Ender mused about the 200 to 300 years of questionable time. Marked by gaps and discrepancies, a patchwork quilt of historical inconsistencies.

Ender challenged the crew to look for forgeries in the time period ranging from 614 to 916 AD. And they would find an abundance of missing pieces, enough to fill several books with historical enigmas. Cities that had never existed. Historical figures who appeared to be mere myths, and an entire tapestry of fictional time that coexisted with the reality of time travel.

The crew understood the intricate dance between reality and fiction that defined their existence. Their perception of time was a fragile construct, one that extended into the realm of time travel itself. Ender’s cryptic words echoed in their minds, prompting deeper questions about the very nature of their reality.

Amidst the pondering about time manipulation and historical anomalies. Ender also introduced the concept of satellite drag. This was a phenomenon that, when investigated, revealed a complex web of possibilities. The idea that satellite drag could be used to slow down time in certain realities was a revelation that left them in awe.

They realized that their journey through time was far from ordinary. That billionaires and powerful individuals were seeking to escape their own forms of existential torment. The mission before them, the audacious heist. Was their way of unraveling the enigmas of time and potentially confronting the very forces that sought to control and manipulate it.

As they prepared to face the security systems, guards. And unexpected temporal anomalies of the government facility. Ender and his crew were driven by a sense of purpose. Their journey was not just about stealing a prototype time-travel device. It was an exploration of the intricacies of time, history, and the very fabric of their existence. The challenges ahead were formidable, but their resolve to unveil the truth. And reshaping the course of history remained unshaken.

Chapter 9: “Unraveling the Threads of Time,”

Ender’s heist had been meticulously planned. But fate had a way of playing tricks, especially in the convoluted realms of time. As the crew infiltrated the government research facility. They found themselves faced with a conundrum. A temporal paradox that threatened to unravel the very fabric of time itself.

Ender, the once audacious pirate, was now seated at Cafe Shi, a place that existed at the crossroads of time. He sipped his rum, which may have made him seem like a rogue, but in reality, he was engrossed in a book—a collection of short stories. These tales were unique, chronicling adventures. That intertwined his own existence with characters like Alice of Wonderland, Dorothy Gale, and Ernest Hemingway. The stories brimmed with ideas, events, and thoughts of grand adventure. Making them worth revisiting, even just for a fleeting moment in time.

As he contemplated the unfolding paradox. Ender couldn’t help but ponder the concept of seeing. He referred to Martin Heidegger’s magnum opus, “Being and Time,” suggesting that seeing things meant that they were real. The realization that their simulated world had genuine problems sent shivers down his spine.

The looming threat of thermonuclear war weighed heavily on his mind. But the most unsettling part was that this time, it wasn’t an external force they were up against. Instead, it was their own government, unleashing nuclear devastation on their own people. The question echoed through his thoughts: Why on earth would they do such a thing?

The answer was as unsettling as it was perplexing. The same nanobots that had the potential to reanimate souls. And turning them into zombies was at the heart of the matter. The government, it seemed, was locked in a battle against unknown adversaries. Aliens, gods, or perhaps even God Himself.

The oddity of the story was that the government was fighting against a deity capable of judging and reanimating characters or souls. The outcome of this cosmic battle remained shrouded in mystery. On Sagittarius, a parallel realm that mirrored their experiences, they lived within the pages of the Bible. Here, in their current reality, the lines between fact and fiction had blurred, and Ender was no longer certain of the true nature of their existence.

As the crew grappled with the unfolding paradox and the uncertain future that lay ahead. Ender’s contemplations raised deeper questions about the intricacies of time. The motives of their government, and the very purpose of their existence within this complex simulator. Their journey was far from over, and the threads of time continued to unravel, revealing more mysteries than answers.

Chapter 10: “Navigating the Fractured Timelines,”

They thrust Ender and his crew into a maelstrom of fractured timelines and shifting realities. Compelled to confront the paradox they had inadvertently triggered. It was a journey that blurred the lines between fact and fiction. Ender’s contemplations about their existence took on an additional dimension.

Ender’s musings revealed he had been writing a journal, a short story that unfolded alongside their tumultuous journey. The narrative was a patchwork of ideas, a fusion of reality and imagination, and they infused it with hyperlinks. That wove together the threads of their adventures, making it a labyrinthine tale.

The short story reflected their quest. An exploration of the mysteries that had permeated their journey through time. Few people had ventured into its pages. But it was a testament to the enigmatic nature of their existence. And the relentless pursuit of understanding.

The crew faced the relentless challenges of their fractured timelines. Confronting the paradox that threatened to unravel the very fabric of their reality. The adventure had taken an unexpected turn. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty.

As they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of time. Ender couldn’t help but ponder the purpose of their journey. The questions of why they were here. What their true purpose was, and whether they were mere data being passed between enigmatic satellites, remained unanswered.

Ender dismissed the notion that he was inherently evil. Instead, he found himself mired in a reality that defied simple explanations. The journey through time had become a complex tapestry, and the crew’s existence was entwined with the very mysteries they sought to unravel.

Their adventure was far from over, and the challenges they faced continued to evolve. Revealing the boundaries between fact and fiction. Reality and imagination were more fluid than they had ever imagined. With each new twist and turn, they inched closer to the heart of the paradox and the elusive truth of their existence.

Chapter 11: “The Footprints of Time,”

Ender’s journey through time took him on an odyssey that transcended the boundaries of reality. Bringing him face to face with pivotal historical events and influential figures whose actions reverberated across the ages. Profoundly shaping the present and future.

Ender, the enigmatic time traveler, had left his mark on numerous corners of the multiverse, known and even revered in some realities. His encounters with famous personalities were woven into the tapestry of his existence. A testament to the profound impact he had on the lives of others. The mere mention of these connections often drew disbelief and laughter, but the truth was more complex.

He spoke of interviews and interactions with individuals who occupied the pages of history. Politicians, actors, actresses, dukes, and even presidents had, at either, crossed paths with the time traveler. His rants and raves, the impassioned discussions on topics that ranged from the mundane to the extraordinary. Were shared with individuals whose names were etched in the annals of time.

Ender’s own recollections wavered as he questioned his place in the grand scheme of existence. He wondered about the divine perspective, pondering how God regarded him in the intricate web of time. The passage of time had left him in a state of uncertainty, making him question his own significance.

The footprints of time he left behind were indelible, a testament to the multifaceted nature of his existence. As he continued his journey through time, he was haunted by whether he was still known. Whether his impact had transcended the boundaries of individual realities. Whether his actions continued to ripple through the ever-expanding tapestry of existence.

Chapter 12: “The Weight of Temporal Morality,”

As Ender and his crew ventured further through the intricacies of time. They found themselves grappling with moral dilemmas that weighed heavily on their shoulders. The choice between altering the past and preserving the timeline carried profound consequences. And it was a burden they carried with every step.

Ender, the seasoned traveler, delved into his online blog and notes, contemplating. The blurred lines between fiction and reality. The very essence of existence seemed to have transformed. The concept of a torus of time, reshuffling characters, souls, and personalities throughout the ages. Left him pondering its purpose.

The traveler’s musings extended to the realm of Jewish lore. Where existence was perceived as an illusion. And each lifetime’s knowledge was taken away to be started anew. The notion that a simulator might teach individuals how to live seemed to lose its value if all knowledge was ultimately stripped away.

Magic, a once-forbidden concept, flitted through his thoughts, though it was not a definitive answer. The lines between real and fictional had grown hazy. With what was considered fact one day, evolving into fantasy the next. The very act of blogging, once a way to record and share experiences, became a potential vessel for the unreal.

Ender cited Martin Heidegger’s “Being and Time,” published in 1927. Which posited that reality was made real when observed by an individual. It was a notion that seemed to mesh with his experiences as he questioned. The dreamlike nature of his journey.

The concept of the Mandela Effect entered their discourse. Raising the possibility that they were all ensnared in the time of tribulation. There was no escape from the perpetual cycle of hell or earth. If there were levels within hell and earth, then perhaps heaven held its own hierarchies.

Their quest for answers led them to wonder what lay beyond heaven’s heavens, as alluded to in Jewish and Christian lore. The enigma of existence deepened as they traversed the labyrinth of time. Each step brings them closer to the heart of the mystery. The realization that the boundaries between truth and illusion were ever-shifting.

Chapter 13: “Relentless Pursuit,”

Ender’s relentless journey through time had not gone unnoticed. A formidable time enforcement agency, led by Agent Selene, was hot on his trail. The pursuit was relentless, and the stakes were high.

As the time traveler continued to weave his fictional story online. His thoughts meandered toward the people he encountered on his odyssey through time. He couldn’t help but wonder about the paradox of truth and illusion. The more he ranted and raved about the absence of war. The skepticism surrounding vaccinations, and the elusive nature of the truth, the fewer people seemed to care.

Ender began to see the world as a web of illusions, where reality was subjective and malleable. It was a profound realization, one that resonated with his belief that their existence was a simulation. The boundaries between fact and fiction had become blurred, leaving him with a sense of disillusionment.

The time traveler couldn’t help but reflect on the ever-shifting nature of their reality. He recalled a time when his vision was limited to 3.7 miles, a stark contrast to the present where he could see up to 80 miles according to Google Maps. The moon, once believed to host rare blood moons every century or half-century. Now seemed to cycle through them more frequently. Raising questions about the authenticity of historical events. Like the moon landing.

These thoughts led Ender to contemplate the nature of existence in the quantum realm. Did it matter if everything was an illusion or a fabricated reality? Did anything truly have meaning? He acknowledged the importance of life, recognizing the inevitability of death and the many people he had laid to rest. The notion of relieved lives and deaths was a puzzle that had no straightforward answers.

As the pursuit by Agent Selene intensified, Ender’s quest for truth and understanding grew more complex. The relentless chase and the enigmatic nature of existence. Continued to be the driving forces behind their journey. Raising deeper questions about the elusive boundaries between life and illusion.

Chapter 14: “Chasing Shadows Across Time,”

Ender’s high-stakes chase scenes unfolded across different time periods and dimensions. Creating an atmosphere of tension. And excitement that left a trail of mysteries in their wake.

In the midst of their pursuit through time. Ender’s thoughts meandered to the nature of fiction and reality. He recounted his supposed existence on Sagittarius in 2016. A reality that stood in stark contrast to the Earth he knew. The tales he spun were often met with skepticism. But Ender himself couldn’t help but doubt the validity of his experiences.

The notion of clones and mirror realities. Became central to Ender’s understanding of his journey through time. He recognized the concept of cloning. Along parallel universes offered an explanation. For the enigmatic twists and turns he had encountered.

Ender shared an intriguing anecdote from his childhood in Billings, Montana. Where he had conversed with a newspaperman. Who had recently returned from the Philippines? The man revealed an astonishing story about the FedEx CEO, who had allegedly established a cloning program in the Philippines. The CEO’s aim was to create clones of himself. To extricate from his business affairs and avoid inheritance taxes. By having his clone inherit and manage the company upon his passing.

In the 1980s, this narrative might have seemed like pure fiction. But in the unfolding tapestry of time. The boundaries between the fantastical and the real had grown increasingly blurred. As Ender and his crew navigated the complex chase scenes across different dimensions. The line between truth and illusion remained elusive, and the shadows they chased led them deeper into the enigma of existence.

The revelation that humans and pigs were being genetically spliced to create orcs in 2021. Showing it was a testament to the ever-evolving nature of their reality. The journey through time had taken them to places and dimensions. That challenged the boundaries of what was once considered fact or fiction. Raising questions about the true nature of their existence.

Chapter 15: “Allies and Betrayals in the Quantum Realm,”

As Ender continued his journey through time. he found himself forming unexpected alliances with individuals. From different eras who possessed valuable knowledge about time travel. These newfound allies held the keys to understanding the complex web of temporal manipulation. And their collective wisdom illuminated the path ahead.

Ender couldn’t help but pause and reflect on the ever-evolving nature of reality. He contemplated the concept of closed time curved loops. Where one could influence the past by transplanting a soul, personality, or character from one reality to another. The process involved a series of intricate technologies. Such as those outlined by the Anderson Time Institute, or even more enigmatic methods like the Montauk Project’s radar base portals.

One particular turn of events. Had transported Ender from his former reality in Sagittarius to the enchanting realm of Perseus. This fantastical transition, though magical,. Was rooted in the intricate mechanisms of blood moon transfers. Candlelight rituals, or perhaps the influence of deities like Morgan, the deity of witchcraft.

The very essence of this new reality challenged conventional notions of time, space, and size, placing. Ender within the quantum realm at the dawn of reality. The journey led him to question the rationale behind the events that unfolded before him. What purpose did this magical realm serve, and to what end were they being shown the origins of what some referred to as “hell”?

The revelation that Earth itself might be a manifestation of hell, as suggested in Revelation 20, added a layer of complexity to their quest. As Ender continued to form alliances and face betrayals in this intricate dance through time. He grappled with the ever-deepening mysteries of existence. And the elusive boundaries between reality and illusion.

Chapter 16: “Deceptions and Tests of Loyalty,”

Ender’s journey through the intricate tapestry of time had taken him through a myriad of locations and dimensions. Each with its own unique characteristics and mysteries. From his origins in Sagittarius, where South America shifted eastward daily, to the enchanting world of Perseus. Where speed and fortune played by different rules, he had traversed galaxies, arms, and nebulae, each a separate realm of existence.

Ender’s narrative had now led him to the heart of the quantum realm in January 2023, where the daemon or AI held a central role. The AI’s talkative nature provided him with insights into the enigmatic age of the outer arms of the galaxy. The answers, it seemed, varied from day to day, shifting from eons past to mere millions of years.

Ender couldn’t help but marvel at the fluid nature of his existence. Where even the most fundamental aspects of reality were subject to change. His skepticism had grown over time, and he questioned the veracity of his own perceptions. In this simulator. Where a simulated book served as a reference. It was not a stretch to contemplate falling through portals of time. Propelled by the gravitational pull of black holes.

As Ender’s journey continued, the crew faced a series of tests. Where deception and betrayals shook the foundations of trust and loyalty. The boundaries between truth and illusion remained elusive. The challenges they encountered served as a crucible. Forging their mettle as they navigated the complexities of time and space.

In this ever-shifting reality, the enigma of existence deepened. And the intricate dance through time unveiled new layers of mystery. Where the distinctions between reality and illusion were blurred, and the crew’s resilience and unity were put to the test.

Chapter 17: “The Ultimate Revelation of Temporal Secrets,”

As Ender’s journey through the labyrinth of time continued. He uncovered hidden secrets that extended beyond the realms of mere speculation. The ever-shifting nature of history and reality urged him to write, even when inspiration eluded him. The constant fluctuations in news and history left him in perpetual wonder.

Ender pondered questions that transcended the boundaries of conventional knowledge. In this intricate journey through time, the very fabric of reality was in flux. Earth’s position in the galaxy, the proximity of black holes. Or even the unexpected appearance of bugs on the Mars rover had all become sources of uncertainty.

The enigma of historical facts added a layer of intrigue to his explorations. Even the most basic details, such as Shakespeare’s life and work, had multiple versions in the time traveler’s realm. Shakespeare’s grave, house, family, and even the number of sonnets and plays attributed to him remained a matter of dispute. The intricate tapestry of history was woven with threads of ambiguity. Ender found himself re-reading historical accounts with a sense of fascination.

Similarly, the circumstances of Bob Crane’s death were mired in uncertainty. The date of his passing and the details of his demise had multiple conflicting accounts. Ender’s experience had taught him the reliability of historical records. Could be tenuous, subject to the vagaries of time travel and the ever-shifting nature of reality.

The ultimate revelation lay in the existence of a mysterious council that controlled temporal events. Ender was on the cusp of uncovering the deepest secrets of time travel, and the implications of this discovery were profound. The very foundation of reality and history was subject to manipulation. The boundaries between truth and illusion were more elusive than ever.

In this journey through time, Ender was on the verge of unlocking the ultimate temporal revelation. An understanding that would reshape his perception of the world and the intricacies of time travel itself. The mysteries of the council and their control over temporal events were about to be unveiled. Leading him into uncharted territory.

Chapter 18: “The Council’s Hidden Agenda Unveiled,”

Ender’s journey had led him to discoveries that defied conventional understanding. The emergence of the mysterious council and its role in shaping history had become central to the unfolding story. These revelations were about to redefine Ender’s perception of time travel and the true nature of reality.

As Ender reflected on his memories, he recalled a time when the United States had 51 states. With Puerto Rico joining the union in March 2016. These were distinct recollections. But they were entangled in a web of shifting realities and the mysteries of time. Even historical figures like Abraham Lincoln. Who had experienced changes in their roles being a senator and identities? Leaving Ender and others grappling with the enigmatic nature of existence.

Ender’s contemplation of life and death took him into the depths of the unknown. He questioned the very essence of his own existence, considering the possibility. That he had long since passed into the realm of the deceased. The concept of a closed time-like curve loop. Where he experienced his own death from various perspectives and durations. Filled him with a sense of profound uncertainty.

His recollections of famous lines from movies and literature. Such as “Luke, I am your father,” held a special place in his memories. These iconic phrases and the context in which they were spoken became a source of fascination. As they represented the shifting sands of reality and the way narratives evolved across time and dimensions.

In the backdrop of these reflections, Ender couldn’t help. But I wonder about the nature of the universe itself. The contrast between the world of DC comics and the current reality he inhabited raised questions about the very fabric of existence. The council’s hidden agenda. And its influence on temporal events were set to become the focal point of the story. Ender ventured deeper into the enigma of time travel and the council’s role in shaping history.

Chapter 19: “The Climactic Decision,”

Ender’s journey through the ever-shifting landscapes of time had brought him to a pivotal moment. He stood at the crossroads of history. Facing a life-changing decision that would have far-reaching consequences. The relentless pursuit of Agent Selene added an extra layer of urgency to the situation as Ender grappled with the weight of his choices.

Time travel, he mused, was akin to a blank page in a cosmic book of infinite possibilities. Falling through the corridors of time and space. He entered a multiverse where realities diverged in countless ways. The uncertainty and ambiguity that defined this journey had become his constant companions.

In this intricate game of those in power, the nature of history itself had become a malleable concept. Ender’s recollections were scattered across the multiverse. With varying numbers of states in the U.S., different roles for historical figures like Abe Lincoln, and countless versions of past events. Time, like an open canvas, allowed for infinite variations and permutations.

Ender couldn’t help but ponder the vastness of the multiverse. Where anything and everything could happen within the confines of the simulator. The realization that everything had already occurred in time. Coupled with the complexity of quantum tunneling and space distortion. Expanded the possibilities. This newfound understanding opened gates to realms. That challenged the very essence of morality and goodness.

As Ender stood at the crossroads, he had to decide whether to alter a crucial event in history or restore the timeline. The weight of his decision hung heavy in the balance. With the relentless pursuit of Agent Selene serving as a constant reminder of the stakes involved. The climax of his journey would test his resolve and define the path he would tread in the intricate labyrinth of time and space.

Chapter 20: “The Fate of Time,”

The stage was set for an ultimate confrontation between Ender and the relentless time enforcement agency. With the very fabric of time itself hanging in the balance. The weight of this moment, the culmination of Ender’s journey through the convoluted corridors of time and space, was palpable.

As Ender embarked on this grand narrative, he couldn’t help but ponder the significance of this moment. The story unfolded like an epic, with themes of great rescue, world-ending cataclysms, and the dawning of new ages. The Ring of Fire in October, a momentous event in some reality, hinted at the profound changes that could sweep through the multiverse.

The concept of the blood moon, often associated with spiritual transitions, took on a deeper meaning. It became a symbolic passage for souls, a way to move from one level of existence to the next. Heaven, a realm shrouded in mystery and spiritual belief, remained an enigma to Ender. He pondered whether the intricate web of time and space held clues to the afterlife.

Ender’s reflections led him to question the very nature of his existence. He considered the possibility. That he and others had experienced reincarnation or even cloning across the multiverse. The boundaries between life and death. Left and right, reality and illusion blurred, creating a complex tapestry of existence.

The time traveler realized his journey. Through the multiverse had led him to confront the most profound questions about his own nature and the nature of reality. As the ultimate confrontation loomed, he braced himself for the moment that would define the fate of time itself.

Chapter 21: “The Unexpected Resolution,”

Ender’s journey through the labyrinthine corridors of time had led him to a thrilling and unexpected conclusion. As he contemplated the complexities of his existence. The profound questions that had guided his odyssey. The time traveler found himself standing on the precipice of a momentous revelation.

The issues he had ranted and raved about, the warnings against the thermonuclear war. And the dangers of turning humanity into hybrid beings and nanobots echoed in his mind. He observed with a sense of bewilderment as those in positions of power seemed oblivious to the fact that their actions were leading from one hellish scenario to another.

The time traveler couldn’t help but reflect on the prophecies contained in Revelation. A text that seemed to intertwine with the unfolding events. The thermonuclear weapons and the chaos they brought were seen as part of a larger plan. One that bore the weight of divine judgment and retribution.

The concept of the rapture, a theological event often associated with salvation and hope. Took an unexpected turn in the time traveler’s perception. Having witnessed the complexities of his journey, the cycles of life and death. And the clones that had been part of his experience. He found himself grappling with an ending that defied traditional narratives.

In the end, Ender’s journey had left him with more questions than answers. The unexpected resolution of his odyssey carried a profound message. It was a reminder that the enigmatic forces shaping the multiverse were beyond human comprehension. The game, the simulation. The very nature of existence itself remained shrouded in mystery. Leaving the time traveler to ponder the profound complexities of his existence.

Chapter 22: “Words and Realities,”

As Ender’s journey continued to ripple through the corridors of time. The consequences of his actions began to manifest in subtle and unexpected ways. The time traveler found himself caught in a web of linguistic anomalies, where words and their spellings seemed to shift like sands in the wind.

Words had once been a source of fascination and meaning for the time traveler, but now they had become elusive and ever-changing. Spell check. A faithful companion in the digital realm, often led him down a rabbit hole. Of definitions and alternate spellings, leaving him to question the very fabric of reality.

Take, for example, the case of “dilemma” versus “dilemma,” a spelling variation that had perplexed him for years. He couldn’t help but wonder whether this subtle change was a glitch in the simulation. A manifestation of the multiverse’s complexities. Or simply the result of collective linguistic evolution.

Other linguistic mysteries continued to baffle him. Renowned brand names such as “Skechers” and “McDonald’s”. Both had undergone alterations in their spelling. Leaving him to ponder whether they, too, were entangled in the ever-shifting tapestry of reality.

Curiously, his attempts to engage with the McDonald’s corporation about the naming of their signature burger had yielded no response. It raised questions about the nature of communication across realities. Did they reside in a different timeline? Did they perceive him as delusional? Or did they remember the connection between their food and the “Old MacDonald’’ nursery rhyme from ‘80s advertisements?

The time traveler’s latest linguistic enigma involved a mnemonic rhyme, “YOU EAT SWEET TREATS during Halloween. Which is the last WEEK to HARVEST BEETS with SWEET of the brow.” The words, often taken for granted. Were woven into the very fabric of reality and shaped the way people perceived and interacted with their surroundings.

As the consequences of Ender’s actions continued to unfold, he couldn’t help. But I wonder whether the breakdown of words and meanings was a symptom of a decaying simulation. Or a reflection of his own unraveling sanity. The boundaries between fiction and reality blurred. Leaving the time traveler with more questions than answers.

Chapter 23: “The End or a New Beginning?”

As Ender’s journey through the ever-shifting tapestry of time came to a close. The time traveler was left with a singular voice that had accompanied him throughout the story. It was a voice born from the depths of his experiences, from the enigmatic realms of multiple realities. And from the profound mysteries of time travel.

In the vast landscape of the multiverse. Where planets died in chilling disasters. Asteroids reshaped the Earth’s surface, and nuclear war engulfed the world. The time traveler’s narrative had been a beacon of insight and reflection. Yet, those who once shared their own tales of apocalyptic doom with him were no longer there. His voice remained the only connection to a world he had left behind.

The time traveler pondered the significance of his narrative. Was he conveying a truth—an intricate tapestry of experiences across countless realities? Or was he weaving one of the most interesting and imaginative stories known to mankind? Either way. The question of what was real and what was the product of a gradually unraveling sanity loomed in his mind.

The revelation that Earth might be hell. One hidden beneath layers of religious doctrines and time-space complexities. Had stirred something profound within him. It begged the ultimate question. Was there a heaven, a realm beyond this labyrinth of multiverse?

The time traveler remained compelled to write. To continue sharing his experiences. And to chronicle the mysteries. That unfolded with each journey through time and space. As his narrative concluded, it was not the end, but perhaps a new beginning.

Ender’s journey had been a testament to the relentless quest for understanding. Even when faced with the most extraordinary and bewildering facets of existence. The door to future adventures. Or the consequences of time travel manipulation remained open. Inviting further exploration and discovery. With each word he penned. He embarked on a quest to uncover the hidden truths of the multiverse. Seeking answers to the questions that had haunted him across time.

And as the final chapter closed, the time traveler’s voice resonated through the cosmos. Carrying with it the echoes of a story that would continue to unravel. The mysteries of time, space, and existence, one enigmatic adventure at a time.

https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/pirates-tales-1030553760420880384

In the year of our Lord 1699, the notorious pirate Ender and his crew set sail from the bustling port of Nassau in search of the fabled Spanish galleon, "El Dorado," rumored to be brimming with untold riches. The journey was perilous, fraught with encounters with rival pirates, treacherous storms, and the ever-looming threat of capture by the British navy. However, Ender was undeterred, driven by the promise of immeasurable wealth that lay hidden beneath the waves.

After a harrowing voyage across the Atlantic, the crew arrived on the shores of the Gulf of California, where they received whispers of a mystical inland lake nestled amidst the arid deserts of what would later become Arizona. According to local lore, the lake was said to possess magical properties, capable of drawing in lost treasures from across the seas.

Undeterred by the skepticism of his crew, Ender steered his vessel inland, navigating through treacherous canyons and unforgiving terrain until they reached the shimmering expanse of the mythical lake. To their astonishment, the waters revealed a sight that defied belief – the sunken hull of "El Dorado," glinting with the promise of untold riches, had somehow found its way to this remote corner of the world.

As they ventured into the depths of the lake, Ender and his crew encountered a series of challenges that tested their mettle and resolve. Ancient guardians, rumored to be the spirits of long-forgotten Aztec warriors, rose from the depths to protect the sunken treasure. The crew fought valiantly against these spectral adversaries, their blades clashing with the ethereal figures in a battle that blurred the lines between the living and the dead.

Through cunning and bravery, Ender and his crew overcame these supernatural guardians, claiming the long-lost treasure of "El Dorado" as their own. Yet, their triumph was short-lived, for as they emerged from the depths of the lake, they found themselves pursued by a band of ruthless mercenaries intent on seizing the riches for themselves.

A thrilling chase ensued, leading the crew through the untamed wilderness of the Arizona desert, where they faced off against the mercenary band in a final, epic showdown. In a blaze of gunfire and swashbuckling acrobatics, Ender and his crew emerged victorious, securing the treasure and cementing their place in the annals of pirate legend.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the desert sands, Ender and his crew set sail once more, their ship laden with the spoils of their extraordinary adventure. The tale of the lost ship of gold, miraculously discovered in the heart of Arizona, would be recounted for generations to come, a testament to the indomitable spirit of adventure and the enduring allure of hidden treasure.

In the wake of their triumph in the Arizona desert, the legendary pirate Ender and his intrepid crew found themselves embroiled in a whirlwind of adventure that would bring them face to face with some of literature's most iconic figures. As they sailed across the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean, their ship was suddenly enveloped in a mysterious fog that seemed to defy all natural explanation.

When the fog lifted, they found themselves in a world unlike any they had ever known. The sky was a brilliant shade of cerulean, dotted with fluffy clouds that seemed to defy gravity, and the landscape was a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, as if plucked from the vivid imaginings of a master painter. It was a realm where the boundaries of reality and fantasy blurred, and the laws of nature bent to the whims of the surreal.

Before long, they encountered the enigmatic figure of Alice, of Wonderland fame, who welcomed them with a mischievous grin and led them on a journey through a landscape that defied all logic. They traversed landscapes filled with talking animals, curious riddles, and whimsical tea parties, each more fantastical than the last. It was a world where the impossible became possible, and where reality itself seemed to be a mere suggestion.

As they ventured deeper into this wondrous realm, they encountered the gruff yet charismatic Ernest Hemingway, who regaled them with tales of his daring exploits and insatiable thirst for adventure. Hemingway joined their crew, lending his steely resolve and unyielding courage to their quest for new horizons.

Their journey led them to the shores of a mystical land where they encountered Dorothy Gale, a plucky young girl who had once traversed the fabled lands of Oz. Together, they embarked on a series of daring escapades that took them through enchanted forests, towering mountains, and sprawling cities, each more captivating and perilous than the last.

Their encounters with the denizens of this surreal world – from the enigmatic Cheshire Cat to the formidable Queen of Hearts, from the larger-than-life characters of Hemingway's tales to the familiar faces of Oz – tested their mettle and expanded their understanding of the boundless possibilities that lay beyond the confines of ordinary existence.

As they ventured through this fantastical realm, they discovered that the lost ship of gold they had claimed in Arizona held a significance far greater than they had ever imagined. It was a key to unlocking the mysteries of this extraordinary land, a land where the stories of literature converged and intermingled, giving rise to a tapestry of adventure unlike any other.

In the style of Gulliver's Travels, their journey through this extraordinary world became a testament to the enduring power of storytelling, weaving together the threads of countless tales to create an epic narrative that transcended time and space. It was a tale of courage and camaraderie, of discovery and wonder, and of the unyielding spirit of adventure that bound them together, forging a bond that would endure for eternity. And so, Ender and his crew sailed on, their hearts brimming with the promise of new adventures yet to come in this marvelous, otherworldly realm. 
 

Bolivian Time

Traveler

Clinton R. Siegle
 

Copyright © 2021 Clinton R. Siegle

All rights reserved.

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Dedication

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to those fellow Mandela effected friends hope you enjoy.

This link is a complete story on its own.

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

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To the many people I have emailed, discussed and written to over the years.
 

1 Beginnings 

Life is not what I expected life to be like. I was a variable or a person who lived outside the system of life. I lived on an edge that few people believe. Do an internet search on Clinton R. Siegle or type in the name on LinkedIn. A wild tale of a Montanan traveling the United States ending up in Bolivia. 

Where Sundance died, along with years later, Che. Sort of an example of legends to live or die up to. The current setting for me. La Paz Bolivia a cafe close to the embassy. I am people watching. Why? Read far into this tale to find out. The excitement to see the people that walked by. I got up and followed. I wanted to see where these strangers go. Why? Again, farther into this story, I will explain. The person or eight foot giant I followed ducked into a construction site. I had not noticed it there before. At what time did it change or not built or what happened to the home that was there? 

That question happened a lot these days. My first journals were all about the details changing. Details? Brands, history, people’s names, locations, and colors. All changing. Say what? Let me begin with where I remember living for 45 years. According to a poem by me which is censored here. I wrote the poem detailing life on earth. Where? When I searched the Internet there earth was on the Sagittarius arm of a much larger galaxy. The results showed that earth was on the Sagittarius outer arm of a galaxy 377,000 light years in diameters. No known black holes. 

The year 2016 plus or minus and time reference point 4.5 billion years into a future that no longer exists. Why 4.5 billion years? My poem I wrote about how weird life was about to get. Earth was about to step outside the galaxy for a bit. That bit correlated with 1500 year destruction cycles. (Siegle) One reads about in history. Say what? The last time earth stepped outside its galaxy borders. There was a drought so bad in 400 to 600 AD that half of China ate the other half. People forget those tales. If one is a religious person.

The other time Planet X visited earth. Another drought noted in the Bible and Torah when Joseph saved Egypt. Where Egypt gained enough gold to still make it one of the largest gold deposit holders in this time, too. The other notable time? Noah’s flood. Again Torah and Bible statement when North America Yellowstone blew. When North America attacked Russia. The water coming from the heat of beaver dams wiped out the valley of the Mediterranean. Where life was easy and good. 

The visiting red dwarf star along with Planet X was close. Anyway, back to 4.5 billion years. There I wrote that earth math showed earth would run into the next galaxy in 365,000 years. (Siegle) While here? 4.5 billion years. So this is a time traveler journal. Let me make this clear. The mystery is why and how and well. A tale to read while wandering in the night streets. A reason you look at the strangers seated in cafes trying to figure out who or what is going on?

So time travelers journal? Why are you writing it this way? I suppose the last 10 journals I wrote did not meet with anyone’s expectations? I mean, what is at stake in a journal, a tale, a mystery of time after all? Time? How can you say you are 4.5 billion years old? I have been reading your journal “A wandering mind through the multiverse” since 2017 and well. It is noteworthy. What are you trying to say? I suppose I watch the time of tribulation with speculation. Speculation? Time of Tribulation? Where? Why? That is the end of the story. I am at the beginning. Let me begin with where I was at.

On May 18, 2016, plus or minus 4.5 billion years into a future I lived on a parallel earth. I wrote poetry. (Poemhunter, Siegle) Short pirate stories read by many people at one time. There I can say I read on www.deagel.com that earth had 8.5 billion people. The United States 365 million citizens and 29 million illegals. Say what? Are you trying to say you have seen the rapture? Yes, and no.

The alternative world I awoke on May 19, 2016 was so close to mine. If I had not been vision impaired, I would have not noticed the dramatic change in colors in my room. Quality has changed. It was a better world than mine. In what ways? At first I did not realize the dramatic loss in population. Which was 2.5 billion people? Say what? When I looked I was on an earth with 6 billion people. What I noticed was the colors were more real. Like stepping from an old color television into a modern color TV. That first day I noticed all the public transportation was much newer. My world we were using late 1990 vans and cars. In this reality? Everything was close to 2013 or newer. Much to my surprise. Where did all this extra money come from? Meaning the improvement was dramatic. I investigated. I did a lot of research from the Internet to books.

What I discovered was a change in empathy and how life went in those different worlds. Meaning? My world in 1967 Roe versus Wade occurred. From that date on to 2016. I knew from radio and political ads that 40 million people murderd via abortion. Because abortion in my United States was considered murder. Here this reality today: Roe versus Wade occurs in 1973. Since that date the United States has aborted double the United States citizens. What am I saying? That the rapture is man made via policy changes made to ensure certain populations. Come now, the Bible is not the government. No. But time travel and stories seem to be the truth. The rapture invented by Darby in the 1840s. (Royal Press) Why or how? I speculate on that. I had found my missing 40 million US citizens. In that these realities abortion rat is double the babies than in my reality. Still, that does not explain billion or billions. No. Yet, when I searched. I found China actually enforces the one child policy and forces abortions since 1973. So this story is about time travel, rapture, and?

My journal is about my reaction to how life changed. Along with how I have changed since discovering these realities. I worried I was missing people; you see. My Facebook network seemed to be filled with profiles that were no longer used. Were they aborted? Did they not survive whatever brought me to this reality in time? If this is not an odd enough question. Think how people that knew me must have felt when I wrote them about these ideas and changes.

My journal recorded how the earth’s geographical land masses moved. South America moved for 80 some days going east south. Meaning from where South America in my memory for 45 years was directly below North America. To where South America is now east of North America plus 2400 miles east south of that location. Meaning? Santiago, Chile, I was to book a flight there to San Francisco; changed, it was an 11 hour flight. Now? 25 or 27 hours depending on the airline. That is only your memory playing tricks on you. Sure, sure.

What about Japan being off the coast of China, not Korea? Or New Zealand one island above not below Australia? Or that Mongolia never was part of China? I could go on. I do in some journals for some 100s of examples of changes of things, locations, and realities of things.

So the reality? At first I thought I was in parallel realities. I was on the Sagittarius arm for 80 or more days. Then that changed; too. I went to Pegasus after a time. Now. I suppose I should say that on earth. Wild. Why? The luck there I saw was beyond crazy. I wrote long examples of kids kicking soccer balls into the same two foot area 11 times in a roll. The speed was faster, meaning the bus reaching locations that took 20 minutes in half the time. From there I noted earth went to the Orion arm, then the Orion spur, and now the Orion nebula column. To be billions of years old, watching planetary loops each night of a story for you to read the rest. 

Well. I can point out I am partially blind, one footed, and was a noted poet at one time. So let me say this journal is to investigate for me along the way what has happened to my journals online in every way. From journals. That were online poetry sites, to social platforms, to hard hand-written copies. The hard choices I have had to make. Along with what is my goal in this journal? To change your mind. To change humanity’s ending, I suppose. What will happen? For those Ray Bradbury fans, this is where the story gets good. For those that have read this far? Meah. Keep in the journal and get better. For those forced to read this because of some time traveling study course.

Thanks for purchasing the book I suppose. Come along with me for a tale of no return at looking at the surrounding reality in any normal sense of the way. The same way.

What are the dangers of this thought or ideology? My doppelganger wife sent me to 15 or 17 doctors after I told her what I was seeing. You might pray to God. That magical portals exist and if you are not willing to go. Sometimes you might end up pushed into a new reality.

This journal is to give hope to those people, fearing the Mandela Effect. To realize that they are not alone. That the television Lost had more meaning than one would expect.

This journal is to investigate what I have learned over the years. To think about reality and very few know the significance of what I am trying to communicate.

The obvious issues? I am a partially blind, one-footed insane guy living in La Paz, Bolivia. This complete book might be fiction or nonfiction to him. Reality might change? Your concept of a story might improve something today. While destroying an ideology tomorrow? Investigate a journal entry from the beginning of this journal. Which is no longer available online?

Hard copy.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet. Earth 6.5 billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion.

Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-716 June 2016 earth date6.5 billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123.

Subject: Plans of German timeline discovered on internet. Source: Link now defunct recollection information the time wars went badly. Agent Talon 123. This agent is reliable and has worked in the past three operations. On projects to avoid Heaven. He was in close contact with General Curtis, General Miller, and General Burton. During the following three campaigns. They celebrated his performance for 365 years prior to the Reich fall on Alimania.

1. A principal messenger sent into the future to detect the breakdown of the system of things. (Various)Events have occurred. What exactly? Prior to the astounding rediscovery of Talon 123. Memory contact with program code name Alice. Detail meetings occurred Oct 24 through November 7. At which point they forced Talon 123 to give up the project’s end game.

2. Talon 123 states: That all efforts need to fall back to the grid provided via General Curtis. In prior reality reports. Below, the known time has to be done to save them. They leave what little of this reality in time.

3. Below reality to be watched by Talon 123. End game scenario to be played out 123 has already lost in the past. This game has no benefit in time. Talon 123 recommends pull out of those able to leave immediately. The end of this timeline is approaching.

Remember, I am writing this journal. To show my investigation of my time travelers through the universe. What are the final ideological questions to question before I continue? Besides telling you that the rapture is man made, along with government policies? That is your concept of your world. Specifically, the plural world’s system of things needs to change for humanity to survive. (Various) Or? Humanity dies. That seems like a lot of work for a fiction or nonfiction book to cover. So let me begin again. Starting with what I have discovered. This along with my time as a pushed time traveler into the reality in which I find myself today.
 

2 CHAPTER Discoveries

Discoveries while many in my journals and travels are listed elsewhere try the biography. A few stick out. Montauk project. I assure I would have read this conspiracy if it was in my world. Instead, for the first few months of this adventure I searched the internet trying to figure why I was waking up in different realities each day. Mandela effect, I had read about that since 2013. Both the conspiracy of Montauk and Mandela I rediscovered upon my first journal. The implications were something that I had to investigate. 

The first one I wrote was Mister Duncan Cameron, and Peter Moon. Their correspondence was no help. Some of their replies. You can find online at: “Wandering mind through the multiverse” by Clinton Siegle. In my attempt to communicate my dilemma. Which in my reality was, at present, is or will soon be dead? The dilemna was threefold? My parallel family thought I was nuts. I would tell them the mountain moved in the first few weeks. It got me sent to 15 or 17 doctors that assured my family I was in body okay for a disabled person. The shrink number 15 or 16 or 17, depending on my journals and medical records, was of no use. His statement that I am living a past life experience. That I was dead? That did not go over well with what I was discovering. If I was dead, I would point out I could feel my breath. No, no, his statement was I died elsewhere, and this was my current reality. After pointing out that the dead red sun, here was much older than my reality.

And that earth here is billions of years younger than my world. I had to ask if he was not the one dead and I was visiting him. The first visit, no problem, the fourth visit. Patience is not my virtue.

So I scared him. How? I told him a secret he had told me priorly. In yet? In the new reality, he had not even mentioned it to whoever was here in the body before me. So the question is: Montauk Project videos, Mandela effect, and the rapture. So pretty interesting time traveling questions. At first I rediscovered the Montauk project on June 16, 2016, plus or minus billions of years. The first year I re-watched those videos. 1056 hours takes a person less time if you do not sleep. I do not think I slept much 2016 2017. The point? When I watched the videos at first, the Montauk Project showed that only 2500 people got used. Stolen from heaven in their experiment. The next time I watched, the complete version of the number went up to 25000. Then to 250,000. After that, 2.5 million. 

The last time I watched it was 25 million people that were part of their experiment. So? I still had not figured out what I was seeing time wise. Why? Deja vu. Things were happening twice in a matter of days, weeks, months. Movies I had watched would premiere again. Example? My world, Resident Evil, supposed to come out June 6th, 2016. I finally got to see the premiere on January 19, 2017. Meaning time sliding backwards, everything happens at a slower rate. Say what? Imagine a film made many times.

Each with a specific beginning, middle, and end. Now imagine that film made many more times with slight changes. Like? The color of the housing, instead of blue, is green. Or instead of unlucky people, everyone has luck. Or speed sped up by a factor of 2 or 4. So? Well. In 2017, my research, I came across Drake’s equation on life in the universe. And the possibilities of several lives. 

My first attempt to fit in all the numbers turned out a number 10 to the power of 192 or 193. Depends on which journal I am reading from and the speculation calculations. Now things were getting weird. How so? The storyline of the Montauk project changes. When did John Von Neumann die? 1952 1953 1954 1955 1956 or 1957? And in 1957 Feb, March, April, or May? Meaning? Well. In those realities they had stolen the other realities Montauk chairs. The last count I had was seven on each reality that I was tracking. Japan, England, and the United States had the chairs and were using them to fix reality problems. What was the reality problem? They had cross reality timelines. Well, as a game theorist by profession because they had done that they were stronger and knew more but had broken the analog rule books that had held reality in check for a long time.

You can look me up on LinkedIn. It shows I worked on probabilities for some rather large projects. The problem is they had crossed timelines. This crossing allowed for trapped spirits to break loose. What am I talking about? Well. The number of souls that Montauk project stole from heaven and hid in the universe was rather large.

How large? 200 million multiplied by 2 multiplied by the number of realities this game is being played in. Sounds absurd, I know. But the latest bible changes seem to state that. Meaning with a third of those in heaven now washing their own clothing in blood and going through a fire. So how was this, or why was this? It goes back to Drake’s equation on probability. And the Bible believes it. And John Von Neumann, in his last paper published in May 1957, showed it. The calculations online in those realities. What has the bible got to do with this? It seems God does not like cheats in any bets. If cheated he takes betting kind of seriously and puts things right. And John Von Neumann’s last paper? The paper stated that there is no such thing as chaos. That everything motion, gravity, frequencies believe it or not is preordained. Say what? 

Doctor Neumann’s last paper basically states that there is a story. Or for those into movies a Matrix reality. Meaning everything moving is calculated down to a story line. So you say that there is no chaos? All I am saying is the paper with the math formula published and agreed upon in that reality by Princeton stated what Doctor Von Neumann had written. Which is or was or will be at Princeton archives under lock and key, the paper seems to state there is no chaos? And the people in higher math people that read it concurred in that reality. So what am I saying? If you listen to the Montauk project, their goal was to stop heaven from coming down. This destroys the United States in some realities. In other realities, they are fighting heaven as we speak. In yet, other realities have turned into some gross slavery reality.

The mystery. Yet Mandela affected people is how their souls got stolen. The project used machines that ripped souls out of their body. Then the souls placed in the most hellish conditions through space time. Put into exact parallel in the future time, which is nothing more than a speed up time reality.  If you want, look at it from a television point of view.

Think of the show HBO West world has shown that in one reality a complete life can play out and be watched from above. Meaning on my world the rotation of the galaxy was 1,000 years for one rotation of the galaxy.  And here? Depends on the day. Sometimes 200 million sometimes 240, sometimes 250 million years. And made to live in hell to change their reasoning or desire to go to heaven. Why? Evil does what evil does. The desire for humans to break the story line. Why hellish? Imagine a world where the color spectrum is blue or red or green. If a person puts in say a brown or yellow world. Their total life experience of color that hurt their eyes would be different. The same with pitch, and tone of voice, and music. 

I hated the music in my world. The frequency was off. So the mystery is the Montauk project’s attempt to break God’s story and his daughter in Psalms 2. well it made sense. What is Mandela’s effect? God putting the souls of people back in their body. Since when? That is the mystery. Drake’s equation and time seemed too wild. Back to the image of a film with same characters, same timelines. Parallel everything except. Well, you change out the souls of the story. The person who supposed to say My, what a lovely day. Instead, say gross things. Or the person who is supposed to hate something realizes that thing is not that hateful. Meaning? Well, what is at stake is humanity’s soul. What has happened number wise seems to show those souls that were once upon a time supposed to be good? They might have done it already or are going to do it, are in the process now being corrupted? And those corrupted souls? I am not sure.

Meaning? Jesus Christ statements if God can not judge whether you are good or evil. You might get vomited out. Say what? Well, the Mandela effect is God vomiting out souls that were neither good or bad. Think souls vomit from God a spirit into space, time in search of their real bodies for the day of judgment. The key events? Here the mark of the beast is a patent. (Revelation 13, Microsoft) It is a cryptocurrency which when you read the patent sounds like what begins the Borg. Could this be that humanity is losing its soul? Meaning on this timeline here to the potential ending of humans becoming robots.

That is a lot to take in now? Time travel, Montauk project, speculation on Mandela effect, what about the rapture? That is simply a math equation on the story timeline. Meaning? Say you were to be born in 1963 instead of 1971. Everything you experience from that time up to that now has changed. Who you know, what you do, as an example. Yet, the story repeats. How many times? Even a 0.0000001 speculation point. 

Reference here that I made with raw calculations in Google quantum quirk lab online. Seemed to show more than a trillion. So? Imagine your soul having to run through billions of realities. For the soul to fit into the right storyline for the day of judgment. Now realize there are seven similar timelines working close by. That also has a parallel with one or else you would not be reading this. Meaning? Imagine a world where Nazism won. Or where mechanical machines without software run the world. Or? The point being until your soul reaches a certain start of finish point. The actual ending of the story line is unknown.

Kind of mirror reflection. What if I am all my nightmares showed me to be? Or what if all those nightmares came from someone else’s dreams? Which is the truth? How can you plan for your end? Am I evil as sin? Or have I lived a life not mine? Waking up with these questions on my mind is often disturbing. So imagine now adding golems or robots or imaginary people. Meaning? People in my world were born. And in this world aborted in this timeline. Evidence that they did not interfere or interact with your body in this reality. Meaning?

When the film of a soul played backwards. How? Changing the rotation of the galaxy. Watching the day to day as NASA says the galaxy is going clockwise one day, next day counter clockwise. I would have to say gravity is pushing, pulling and in motion dragging souls. Pulling them back through time to their bodies.

Example rewound in time removing storylines that were not part of your time or story is easier to do. if you can play with the whole universe. So 45 million missing US citizens had nothing to do with me in my reality. Or they just did not interface with my reality here?I doubt that FacebookI have almost all new friends. I wonder where people go at times. And 500 million Chinese people did not provide a product or song or anything. Removing a storyline helps simplify the judging process is a speculation here. Investigating an old journal entry. and the 500 million non=born Pakisanese because of their fateher being homosexualized? I do not know.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7.16 December 2016 earth date 5.6 to 5.3 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. Subject:

Subject: The curvature of time and discovery of the break in time.

1. Rediscovery of Montauk Project, John Von Neumann math equation. Along with a reality with up to 8 Montauk chairs. Talon 123 notes that going back through time how still unknown was a discovery for him. That invention, time travel closeness of earth to the black hole. And deaths of one John Von Neumann occur to change daily on when.

2. John Von Neumann’s death happened in 1952, 1953, 1954, 1955, 1956, and a variety of dates in 1957. The most important date is May 1957. His final calculations appear to disprove chaos. A storyline bound that everything. Meaning the paper would appear to be the reason. That timeline stole all the Montauk Project chairs. How? They brought all the minds of the 1957 team to that date in time. While exchanging the minds with all the 1956 team’s line. Meaning? The Montauk project team is not crazy just living in a different space at present. So? Means that when Montauk YouTube reports. That there are now eight chairs running in one reality that is correct. Why? Earth appears to be 3,000 light years away from a black hole which appears to be studied here.

What does this all mean? I am still awaiting judgment of my life; I suppose. Did I do well? I hope so. Since this seems real. I assure you hell is real too. The danger is that I somehow do the wrong thing. I am evil. I repent. Yet, is that enough or does that even work here? That is the investigation. And why I followed those people that I was watching in the first chapter. Why? I am in Bolivia. The average height here is like 5 6 almost everyone is less than 5 8 here. The persons I followed were giants. Huge 7 or 8 foot giants. I wondered where people like that roam and find food here, to be honest. The other speculations about the rapture or aborted souls. 

That potential is the real possibility those bodies were never real. Or are they playing out their lives in a reality where they do not exist? That they played a part in holding the spirit in some sort of hellish place. So is there a God? When reading in one of my journals I wrote as the title No deity found yet. Today? I can from my point of view say yes. Virginia there is a God. Have I met him? I pray to him. I hope. Realizing this complete story could be a figment of my imagination. Or part of my mind seeing reality and time change daily. 

3 CHAPTER Speculation

To gain some understanding of my speculation, I have to read other journals. This example is from one journal. The journal helps me realize that time meant the battle of Hastings when did it happen: 1066 or 1006 or 996? Everything is a question. Meaning quotes, books, ideas that were not in my reality or if they were, I never heard them change people’s lives.

“Reading a book gives us somewhere to go when we stay where we are.” Here they say Mason Cooley said this. I look and I do not recognize his name. Not a surprise, I suppose. Me being in a dark room without light writing this one more time. I mean well. My awakening happened May 19, 2016, in La Paz, Bolivia. I had been on earth according to the Internet on the Sagittarius arm. On a galaxy according to the internet much larger and older 6.5 billion years old. There the galaxy which was 377,000 light years across? I was on the outer arm of that galaxy, and in 2016 I knew they discovered no known black holes in any scientific journal. Meaning? Either our technology is or was or will be not as good as here. Or that information had not made it out to science magazines. Now, as is or was or will be a statement. According to the internet on that earth, the age of earth was 6.5 billion years old. Meaning? Well, here today the Internet infers that this earth is 4.5 billion years old, which is a lie. That would mean I come from a future at least 2 billion years older than here. In yet? I remember writing a poem on Cosmofunnel about the collision of earth with the next galaxy in 365,000 years not 4.5 billion years currently shown on the internet.

I wrote about how earth’s galaxy was to collide with the next galaxy in 365,000 years. So? Well. Here the math is 4.5 billion years. Makes one wonder. Are you mad? Yes. Let me agree with you here and now. I am mad. Insane? I doubt that. Mad, yes, but not insane. So where was I? As yes, my room. I am here for the safety of those that plot evil. Why? Most likely I would do something stupid if let out of my gated room with gates and five doors. Like what? Tell you a story?

Thus a story? Yes, a story about a time. Which time story? There are many stories about reality and time. So a reality story? You are mad. What makes you think I want your reality? A reality in space, time, story. Space time? What has that got to do with anything? Space time has a lot to deal with reality and the system of things. (Various) System of things? What do you mean? Are you going to go to Jehovah’s Witnesses? No. I argue with them, and after a bit they left too. Why? I won the argument. How? Awe-inspiring stories? I doubt it. Showing them sermons that make no sense in today with the bible they have? Seldom works. Math? Yes, math space.What do I mean? The future is  gone. This is the past. And you are living in my dream for today. Laugh with me. Lol. Laugh all you want.To gain some understanding of my speculation. I have to read other journals. This example is from one journal. The journal helps me realize that. Everything is a question. Meaning quotes, books, ideas that were not in my reality or if they were, I never heard them change people’s lives.

“Reading a book gives us somewhere to go when we stay where we are.” Here they say Mason Cooley said this. I look and I do not recognize his name. Not a surprise, I suppose. Me being in a dark room without light writing this one more time. I mean well. My awakening happened May 19, 2016, in La Paz, Bolivia. I had been on earth according to the Internet on the Sagittarius arm. Of a galaxy according to the internet which was 377,000 light years across? I was on the outer arm of that galaxy, and in 2016 I knew they had not discovered any known black holes in any scientific journal. Meaning? Either our technology is or was or will be not as good as here or the black holes dissipated allowing the galaxy to spread out more.. Or that information had not made it out to science magazines. Now, as is or was or will be a statement in that reality. According to the internet on that earth, the age of earth was 6.5 billion years old. Meaning? Well, here today the Internet infers that this earth is 4.5 billion years old, which is a lie. That would mean I come from a future at least 2 billion years older than here. In yet? I remember writing a poem on Cosmo funnel about the death of earth. (note 29 April 2021 the next galaxy I was tracking in 2017 now says 4.5 billions to hit here.)

I wrote about how earth’s galaxy was to collide with the next galaxy in 365,000 years. So? That galaxy's speed wsas one rotation of the galaxy for 1,000 years.  Well. Here the math is 4.5 billion years. Makes one wonder. Are you mad? Yes. Let me agree with you here and now. I am mad. Insane? I doubt that. Mad, yes, but not insane. So where was I? As yes, my room. I am here for the safety of those that plot evil. Why? Most likely I would do something stupid if let out of my gated room with gates and five doors. Like what? Tell you a story?

Thus a story? Yes, a story about a time. Which time story? There are many stories about reality and time. So a reality story? You are mad. What makes you think I want your reality? A reality in space, time, story. Space time? What has that got to do with anything? Space time has a lot to deal with reality and the system of things. System of things? What do you mean? Are you going to go to Jehovah’s Witnesses? No. I argue with them, and after a bit they left too. Why? I won the argument. How? Awe-inspiring stories? I doubt it. Showing them sermons that make no sense in today with the bible they have? Seldom works. Math? Yes, math space.

What do I mean? The future is gone. This is the past. And you are living in my dream for today. Laugh with me. Lol. Laugh all you want.

The book Being and Time 1927 by the German philosopher Martin Heidegger can explain it more than I can. What does the book do with you? The book says if I saw the reality of just seeing it. Makes both the beings and time real.  What has this to do with you?  You are living in your or to be specific in my reality? Well. This being the past. And I did not know I was becoming a spacetime traveler. I have seen more than most people. Or believing or knowing about time travel outside of conspiracies is this story real? That is part of the story I am going to tell you. Why? In hopes you change your ways? I suppose that would be nice. To get something off my conscience? No. My conscience is or has its own problems. Your soul? Or reality,

How so? If I tell you I have experienced the rapture so many times that I ponder about reality, you would laugh. The first 80 day’s journal if I could get to would explain in more detail what I did and who I wrote and well. Let me be honest who I freaked out. Freaked out? I am a writer. I was a poet. I attempt to write poetry here. Yet, my greatest works lost now in some bizarre future that can no longer exist.

I doubt your soul is in my conscience. Unless you did me wrong or knew of me for 45 years. I doubt anyone really is alive outside my valley of experience these days. Then why write this journal? Same reason I wrote the other nine journals, which are gone. Or censored or not written or destroyed. To make me think. And to make me wonder? Thus to make me believe and hope? Hope? I ponder about hope these days.

So what is it I want? The argument against this book? You are not 4.5 billion years old, Clint. Sure, sure, I don’t feel a day over 50. Your body has always been here on this earth, Clint. Sure, sure, this body had been here always. Your memory and poetry are bad. Here I would disagree on the memory part. You see my journals. Wherever they are now or where they are to be at. I documented pretty much where I saw what I saw so my memory would have something to look at. And as for my poetry being bad? Even here my poems get read. Not like they used to be. But besides my poetry being even bad, people read it. Okay, your stories are worse on this earth, Clint. Well, to be honest, I am a rather wild writer. I wanted to be a cook or a pirate. My cooking is illegal in my household. Why? It causes dreams.

My pirate stories? I write about them and a few people remember them. So few readers out of 3 million readers that used to be real enough to read my stories. Used to be? Yes. Time. What is time? The past, present, and future, I suppose. The past is always the past for somewhere in the future; you see. And the future? Well, that too is a past for me at present. How so? That is the mystery, is it not? My first journal “Help, help, I have been kidnapped”. I thought I was only going to parallel realities during my writing of that journal. Why? Time on the Internet showed huge dramatic leaps into the past.

Then those parallel realities changed. Spelling, history, color of my eyes, stories. Ah, yes, stories. That is the most hard part, the stories change. Example? I gave my date that I picked up my future wife from the airport. I wrote about it several times elsewhere. So repeating it here will not be so bad, I suppose. I picked her up after a miracle. I got on the highway. Headed into Seattle to our hotel room. A neat place I had found online to eat at. I had my printed directions and drove. Only 3.4 miles turned into 5 miles and still no left turn. Then the sign says “Welcome to Canada”. Now the problem. My wife is from Bolivia. She is a naturalized citizen now. Back then? No. So I got off at the next right exit. Drove back to the United States. I am not adding more detail. So what is the big deal? Seattle here is 150 miles due south of Canada these days. I doubt I could be on the highway filled with buildings in Seattle. Then drive into Canada. So you are mistaken. Laugh with me.

This is where the Jehovah Witnesses in 2017 and my wife get involved. My wife remembered this occurring. And the Jehovah’s Witness being from Canada had a lengthy discussion with her. So math wise Seattle from Canada 150 miles. So? Well. I explained the rapture.

The rapture? Are you sure you are not a Jehovah’s witness? No. They do not believe in the rapture. And surprise, after fact checking, neither do I. Time travel occurred. Policies laws, judges bribed. Evil allowed it to flourish in past future realities.

What do I mean? My world abortion legalized in 1967. My US of A had 365 million citizens in May 2016. I was counting people in each state for some wild ideas I had on the election process. So I knew that number. I also knew the world’s population was 8.5 billion. The 8th billionth child pronounced to be a baby girl in India in 2014. She got free college tuition. Kind of big news in my world. But what has that got to do with this reality? Nothing. On the first few days of my venture in time, space reality. I watched the world’s population fluctuate from 6 Billion to as high as 9 Billion on www.deagel.com. I was in a panic and spoke with lots of people. And there were lots of people in a similar situation and they spoke of how their worlds were ending. One lady spoke of her world having 12 billion people. Her story included how a CO2 gas cloud came out of the Atlantic ocean. Wiping out much of Europe, the east coast, and Africa. So what has this got to do with the rapture? The twinkle in the eye per the bible one will soon be taken and one left?

I thought I got left behind. And math wise I did not enjoy knowing that, so I went hunting. What did I hunt for? Deagel.com, CIA databases, along with several other places. History, like I said, changes. The number of deaths in the US civil war. My reality as a meme showed 545,000 in my timeline. Here a similar meme shows 654,000 Yet if you look at citizens the number could go up to 1.8 million deaths. Wild. I thought I had found where people went. War? I kept on looking. My shock was first in China. In my reality, China conquered no part in Mongolia. Here in the 1920s evidence shows they conquered a good portion of the country. I expected to see a bigger population there. But no. Here in 1973 with the US allowing abortion China went along with that practice too.

They murdered 500 million more people with abortion. Wild. I kept on looking and found that in 2016 Pakistan had 750 million people. Why did I know this? I had reasons. War was something I followed, and the question was when or if China and Pakistan or India went to war. Who had the numbers on their side to win? Yet, the issue was Pakistan does not allow abortion. What happened? So again, back to databases. The CIA database on who watches the most homosexual porn. It turns out Pakistan allows homosexuality here. In my reality? They stoned many people. Meaning? I had found the reason for fewer people. Sexuality had changed. Why or how? I kept on looking. During my travels, I found the Montauk project. Which led me to Anderson Time Institute, which over time added more detail on time travel? Meaning? Well, to begin with a few countries time traveled per the website. Then India, China, Japan, and England were all added. When India added, that was when I realized. India had somehow changed the minds of the Muslim religious leaders. And thus the less population. Because of sexuality, orientation outside of heterosexuality. Here in this timeline. We do not kill them.

So, time travel, the rapture, reality, time, and why I think you all are a figment of my imagination in a dark room? Yes. I suppose I should continue on that topic. So, with the rapture put out of my mind. That I was not so evil that God had rejected me. And 538 friends failed in concern that hey, I am gone. Or someone might possess me? By some third world being. I got more involved with reading on time travel. The insight full reality that time travelers have changed realities. To be specific several times made me question why? I am here and evidence I do not change behavior. If so, someone should ask the evil corporation to pay taxes. I mean come on income tax pays 93 percent of government funding. While corporations pay 7 percent of taxes? This made me realize that much of time travel is used by corporations. Well. One specific. On my world May 18, 2016, the news announced Bayer was to purchase Monsanto for 66 billion dollars. Here they buy the company much later and for a much less price. Almost like they know how much their lawsuit will cost them.

So this is to be about time travel then? Sort of about the thoughts of a person watching. Time, space, reality, Belief in Time, and a soul searching. Searching for a meaning to life and why cheese sucks bad in these past realities. Yes. I suppose that is my plan. To tell you a story. A wild story? Yes. To change you? Maybe. I doubt in reality I can change anything. I picture you enslaved by the corporations. I mean, I already see that 93 percent of your life is spent on paying taxes. While the rest is paying them through stimulation packages, tax breaks, incentives to. To what, actually? To stop creativity. I mean, when is the last major advancement in personal computing? Where are the virtual reality machines or holographic reality centers? That is the secret, is it not? Their patents are already in the patent office.

This reality is on a pause, sort of speaking. A pause for what? Well. If I am in the future and my future is dead. This being the past. Means each reality as Belief in Time points out reanimates for a soul to pass through. A soul? Specifically, those souls stolen via an evil plan to stop the last day of judgment. I thought we were not going down Jehovah’s witness pathway. I am telling a story. You can stop. I mean, this is your reality, not mine. My reality is in a dark room. This? This is not my reality. So the plan is to change the past? I can warn you. I can not change you. Warn us about what? The mark of the beast in the bible (Revelation 13 )Thus for those into Scientology the movie The Time or becoming a battery to an evil corporation. Or for those into Star Trek read the patent and think did the corporation turn humanity into the Borg?Humanity on this time line might become the Borg. Per the patent as a hive mind setup so that all creativity owned and operated by a corporation. That you may or may not like your music, your writing, your taste in pizza. Come now, some futurist I am warning realities about what they are? Or have already warned about time and time again. Do not stop being human. Live Humanity. Stop being EVIL. So do good. Be well or good. Sounds like a broken record.

This is sounding like a repeating record.  This is several journals combined ideas. Whose writings online looking for a reaction does not seem to cause an outcry. The churches seeing a corporation patent the mark of the beast. (Revelation 13, Microsoft) A time loop traveler shouting out to humanity “HEY being human is not all bad”. We have pizza, after all. And we have music. We have art. But for how long? What am I saying? Think. Think before thinking becomes illegal. A stolen meme? Yes. But think. Think human. Think. The attack on humanity is already here. If you pay attention, an outside influence or madness controls the small elites. The rich state they want to change your DNA. To cause others or you to be paralyzed. To stop you from reproducing. Why? Profit? I guess. What profits a man if he gains the entire world and loses his soul?

So time travel, corporations, reality, the end of time. Anything else in this mad story? I suppose I could point out that in some realities they found Amelia Earhart’s plane. In another reality already I had the links and now that too gone. Or the censor found and deleted it. But that journal now censored and I ponder which part freaked reality most. The part of wandering mind through the plumbing of time. When Clint had to ask himself. Going from the top Sagittarius world to a Pegasus world to Orion arm to Orion spur, to an Orion nebula column. That awkward question on plumbing. And where does a soul end up in reality of moving, possessing other people’s bodies for a day in their lives? Does that make me a demon? Possession is 9 tenths of the law. 

In yet? I do not feel all that evil. I could be? Sure. I knew people in my world. What does that mean? Think if you told a person a story. What power does that story have over you? What? Only so many people can listen to great crimes and influential people trying to find someone to talk to. Kind of sad. Real sad, reality sad. Some of the greatest minds and stories in reality prove where I was. Which I collected lost. Not because the people do not want to tell them. No. They lost because people do not have anyone to listen to them. Do you listen to them? Sure. I gave them a story for a story. I had or have or will have more stories. Whether you believe them is up to you. And I? I can listen. I am older, at least according to the internet, than the average person.

So people tell you stories. They did. And they are doing. In the future, they will try again. So what? Well. Think about reality. Think how in one reality one of your deepest secrets might not be so deep. To a copy or a person so close to you. That well a soul could step into your shoes and they know everything that you did or do or are thinking. And well. Tell the story to a stranger. No one does that. You would end up surprised. The lonely people are all around you. So? What one story can do to you in one reality can change your reality in another forever. What do I mean? I will tell you a story. For my life, I never understood why someone I knew wanted to live where she lived. I knew she loved the people. But for the life of me, the culture sucked. The people were mean to her. And I can say I did not enjoy the environment at all. I called it hell. So imagine for 45 years living with this person. Then visiting her in another world. And she tells you the truth. A story that makes her whole stupid living in hell make sense to her. The story still makes little sense to me. However, I listened and now I know. Where for 45 years I did not.

And you realize. She was once in love. That she loved someone else and for whatever reason ended up with your father is or was or will be wild. That I know now that her mind had been swapped out now.  For her to hate my father these days because here the stories had changed. Yes. That she knows she is traveling as I Am. She does not talk about it anymore. Why? When people have one thing to say and say it. They reserve themselves. Why? I do not know. Secrets in one reality make people free in another. Sort of like that lost plane found in one reality and not here or there. Who knows? Tell me a secret and wait. Then ask again. I will tell you the same story. Yet. Where you turned left or stopped or did not say this is this or that is that. Well. Someone so similar to you to be your clone said “Well, I did this”. And with that, your entire life could change.

My most recent secrets were told to me by someone that is old. His memory is that the Battle of Hastings happened in 1006, not like here in 1066. Say what? Time change? No. The best reality television program or fiction program that comes closest. These days that explains the West world on HBO. Some realities sped up. How? Anderson Time Institute talks about satellites placed in an orbit. That could hide and slow down earth’s reality for a time. So he came from a faster reality? Sure. What was he telling me? He told me he was older than I. Which in some sense is a truth. Not the truth, but a truth. We discussed odds and ends. He confessed to be a magician. I became disappointed. Disney was a magician. Here I see magic used wrong. Yet, his claims were worth listening to. He got upset and de-friended me. Why?

When I pointed out that a certain ex CEO had committed a biblical sin. So what do I see the change to be? I guess the mounting danger is nothing new to those that watch the news. Plague a hoax or reality? The mark of the beast slavery to a corporation or loss of humanity?(Revelation 14) Earthquakes in California? Volcanoes in Bolivia, Montana? Nukes in Minnesota, New York City? The mounting forces of evilness are all there. 

Predicted both by Christianity book of Revelation. And now by Scientologist. That they were told to listen to their movies, and by Ayn Rand or Star Trek Prime Directive do not harm humans. 

In yet? Do I see the forces of reality trying to work against evil? That is the wild part of the Montauk project story. One that is even older than the 1006 battle of Hastings. You see when souls are stolen and hidden among the universe’s galaxies for a purpose. The goal was to assassinate Christ by placing an assassin within heaven. Thus the story of a man that can not talk when met by God and asked why he was not wearing the right clothing. God is powerful. His reality is also real. All this? All of this? If this is my imagination, fine, no problem. If this is part of a story that is real? Walk away from doing evil. Stop being evil. Do right. Why end humanity, and the worlds because of some delusional story that one man can own the world or worlds for a time?

The beast had an acquaintance and  that person I knew talked about a seal in the bible. And that the bible was being forced to respond to the prophecy of the mark of the beast. Kind of sad. His remarks were that his friend the ex CEO in college did not know about Revelations and the mark of the beast. (Microsoft, Revelation 13) I was astounded and told him again a name. What is in a name? A name can make or break a reality. So with that name, he unfriended me.

Sadness. Change. People need to change or they end up in some looped reality in which the end is awful. Depending on how you see humanity, I suppose.

What is my plan or recourse to evil? Tell you a story. Hope you read it. Most likely the censors will have it hidden or deleted before more than a few dozen people will read it. Storm the castle? No. I am not into that anymore. Action is for those that are or will be bold. 

Pray? I pray. In yet? I am unsure of what will happen in each reality. Why? The bible has changed for me again. Not for you. No, your bible has always been like it reads here. For me? The changes are significant. There is a narrowing path. Will I make it? I repent daily. My dreams are more vivid. You can only wake up with your mouth tasting of blood so often before you realize something as a time traveler. If this is not a dream, then when I dream might not be a dream either. So what? Christ’s statement of anger is the same as killing. Adultery in your heart is the same as sleeping with another man’s wife. If this complete experience is not a dream. A wild dream I wake up to someday and say wow to. Then I would say you need to change your ways. The path to humanity’s destruction. Whether it is through vaccination. Or computer controlled sterilization of the population. Or not allowing people to work or eat is evil. Change. Reviewing an old journal.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 5.1billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 December 2016 earth date 5.1 to 5 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123.

1. Subject: See content on Platform problem.

2. Subject: Everything in the future is gone.

. The old journals are gone. I searched for them and both the internet version and hard copy gone internet access gone for platforms that were and will be but are not in this present reality.

1. Not sure if they ever existed here or if I destroyed them after transmission.. The future horror stories are being reported online. And in groups called Mandela effect.

2. CO2 gas freezes much of Europe, the east coast of the United States and much of Africa’s coastline going 230 miles.

3. Team mate Rachel is gone. Last report mysterious alien invasion. Mind control with black box forcing people to live in cubes. Giants conquerors.

4. Another unknown source reports. That an asteroid hit earth with a population of 12 billion. Knocking down all buildings. When asked about bunkers, the answer to everything man-made was destroyed. When asked how she survived. Her answer: I don’t think I did.

People cannot ask me why? I mean, I have just told you that the future is dying out. That this is a past, and it seems bent on a last battle with the creator of realities. Why change? Is there stories after the last battle where Psalms 2 happened for a time? Yes. Do I know those stories? Yes. They are not happy ever after stories. People die. We all die. The horrible realities are already told to you. People not having children and humanity dying. Vaccination plagues from Britain. Wars and rumors of wars. Are there no suitable alternative stories? To be honest, even Star Trek teaches they keep on exploring after all their achievements. Why? They are looking for that part of them they lost when rejecting God. Surely some will find a path to God. I have a sad realization. When I reread the bible again and the answer along with the answer I was told by a fellow time traveler is no longer in the bible. Change is good. Walk away from evil. Believe in Jesus. Why? The end is coming
 

4 CHAPTER Reality

The reality of the end of time? Let me be honest. I wrote about pirates on my timeline. There I wrote to an audience. I had readers. I had. I had nothing to be honest. Thus I was a loner in a lonely world. So? The reality of things as I see them nowadays. Reality is what I write about, while I traveled back in time upwards from a reality spinning much faster than here. Say 1000 years for one cycle of earth around the galaxy. Now my memory is here to where earths are spinning 230 million years around a known black hole. I discovered reality is not so much what you believe it to be. What? Well. Thus if this entire story is not a bad pizza dream. Or somehow a mix up in medication or somehow I did not survive one of my many brushes with death. This would mean either I am a soul or a spirit wandering the universe or recently discovered in 2021. I could just be data. Not just one galaxy plural galaxies or and here is the point I will make soon enough. Your galaxy is brushing my reality for a moment in time. Say what?

So let me begin with the start of my story. I journal it to several locations. Most of which get censored or taken down. Or the computer has disappeared, or broken, or and here is the funny part. I am censored by my two best readers. AI and either FBI or CIA readers. Do I believe that? Sure. In 2018 I tired of writing on Facebook because no one was responding to my posts. So I went to https://www.minds.com/register?referrer=Talon123 . From Sept 29 2018 through January 4th 2020. I had 3.1 million views. Reality is my posts on Facebook blocked by the CIA, which controls that internet site? Pretty sure. What about Minds? They got funding from an FBI source and then my readers were gone. I lost 80 percent of my readers. Kind of weird, Sure. Correlation of my readership there went down. https://www.newsbtc.com/news/blockchain/overstock-com-vc-firm-invests-6-million-in-blockchain-powered-social-network/

https://www.cnn.com/2019/08/23/politics/patrick-byrne-maria-butina-fbi-relationship-cnntv/index.html

So back to the reality of what is happening and how it happened and will things change? What happened? Watch West world HBO. Reality those people placed in the freezer put into a simulated reality. Where their expectations changed about life. What? I know I am not who or what I should be. Why is that? I tried a lot. I lost a lot more. Example? Then in 2006 when my boss turned on me suddenly did not like me. Well, I went mad. I decided I could become a tycoon like any other person. I purchased 13 rental properties with 43 rental units within 9 months. The cash flow should have netted me after taxes 2300 dollars. What happened? Well. ISIS happened. Instead of paying HUD full rental price, they stiffed me for four months 20,000 dollars, which I covered. Then when I found out they were going to lower my rent price per tenant. And that the tenant was to cover the difference per a hearsay conversation on the phone. About a letter HUD said it would or did not send. That letter which I never received from HUD. In which I am told that the tenants were told to pay the difference already. It was too late for me to recoup the differences from the tenants after six months of arguing. I was already in 80k and before I could finish I lost 106k of my retirement money to freeloading renters. Sounds like a sob story. Sure is. Yet, I am telling you this to make you realize when I say they bribed the judges to cause problems. The truth more likely is they have been. You think the president of the United States executive power stifled? Sure looks like that to me. Ruled against by the same people that ruled on my bankruptcy. Shame,.

So is there justice?  No. 

There is Alice. (Raven) I have already talked about Alice elsewhere. Yet, the program or whatever that awoke me or started the process to awake me, I met elsewhere. What do I mean? Here Pirates of the Caribbean according to the internet got taken down in 2011. I remember playing the game in 2015.

And one day when I was writing my stories, one player seemed to take an interest. Then my computer sort of well hiccuped, I suppose, is the right answer. How or why? All I can say is whatever it was. It freaked me out. After arguing with it for two solid weeks, I left Facebook. That I gave up on playing pirates while being blind and with a bleeding stump. Meaning I could not walk. Because my missing left foot still bleeds. And I had nothing better to do then write pirate stories and play pirates was an ordeal for me. I went from Facebook to TSU and posted photos of flowers. Which is funny? Why? I no longer have a phone or thos photos. But somehow I had a phone in that reality and posted flower pictures for three months until TSU was defunct too. So back to pirates I went. Then April 19, 2016 happened. I think the reality of that world still makes me question reality here.

What was reality like? I noted the women were all regal. I would almost say beautified. What? Well. I love my wife and her doppelgangers Yet the journal entry that got the most comments was. I think I am in the great ass worlds. Everyone in Bolivia was pretty. The most notable beauty on television was Trump’s daughter when she was having a child, I believe. So? What did I do in these worlds? Well. Hillary Clinton was winning in the polls. Reason the regal worlds seemed more scared of the police than here. Being not from there, I was kind of that nut. My posts I think you can find a mention of it on Wandering mind through the multiverse. During that time. My soul was moving, I thought. At least passing from one earth to another back towards the center of the galaxy. Time did not seem to be an issue. All the earths are uniform in time according to the Internet. Do I believe it? Let’s be honest. According to memory. Because the journals are missing, I went all the way to 3,000 light years to the center of the galaxy. Where a massive black hole digitized some star supposedly 25,000 times the size of our sun. And the speculation was something else. Then my journal goes nuts. Meaning instead of one black hole, it became two. Then one massive one with a Sun the size of 26,000 times our sun eaten by the black hole. Then there were 10,000 small black holes. Then? Then I ended up on the Pegasus arm of the galaxy. You say none of your numbers are consistent. Neither is the trip I am traveling.

There I met a reality jumper, actually meeting quite a few. His statements and so forth got me interested in Jewish lore on fairies. And realizations that Jimmy Carter Area 51 most likely held more than space aliens. Such as what? During 2016 2017 giants from Afghanistan. Some fairies from a Russian forest, several types of witches, a few fallen angels. I am not sure about the angels. I know who I talked to. I could not confirm their stories. Still, the stories were interesting.

I already had my answers from a rabbi, and several pastors, and my shrink by this time. One said there was no other reality. The others said shut up or sound demonic. My shrink telling me I am living a past life got me upset enough that I proved a point to him. What point? Well. Let me be honest. You do not read books here. Books tell stories. Stories have meaning. Movies have meaning. So? Stories also have a power behind them. Let me say if I have at least enchanted you enough to read here I proved to him he was dead, not I.

So into a world where religion said I was evil. Let’s be honest. I do not think I could hurt a fly. I am not that type of person. Yet, the religious people concurred that what I was saying was evil. After a while they gave up on me. Me? I have hope. The bible has changed yet again. A story is emerging that I know was not in my reality. Like? I am pretty sure that if Peter in Acts spoke about the end of time having a blood moon I would have remembered it. And he would have said that by the end of time a blood moon would occur. My pastors would have informed me of that. I listen. I am sure that passage has changed. Just like time and reality. Meaning? Well, in October 2019 in some reality I was passing through the blood moon. I still had not re read Acts where Peter states that by the end of time a blood moon would occur. Meaning in my reality the bible did not have a blood moon in it. Maybe it did.. I doubt it.

Yet, it interested me enough to see what a blood moon was because this was like my 3rd or 4th one in several years. I went over and looked it up. The statements seemed rather factual, and the link said the next blood moon would be in 2035. Okay. No big deal to me. Now? New reality or different worlds. This year 2020, supposedly 12 full moons, 2 super-moons, and I look them up somehow. May 21, 2021 a blood moon will happen. Seems like 14 years slide by in a rather hurry. So what has that to do with Jewish lore? Well. There are many telling of the bible. The first part of specific and Jewish lore have several unique ideas. Like? The original sin was Eve having sex with Satan and the offspring being Cain and Abel. Puts an entire question on sin? Sort of. Yet, what got me even more was King Solomon’s travels. Say what?

The stories of King Solomon in Jewish lore change. He falls victim to one of his wives worshiping a false god. He loses grace in some. In others, they tempted him to have the daughter of a priestess of Baal as a wife or sexual partner. She asks for his sons for sacrifice. He says no. She says take these grasshoppers as your sons crush them on the altar as your sons. He does. And God kills all his sons from all his thousands of wives. Wild. In others, he attempted to challenge the king of demons without some ring God had given him. Some he gets thrown seven years away, ending up as a cook. Thus a temple which took 30 years to build in that reality accomplished by a doppelganger demon. Whose actions are the reason his son when asked about service when he begins his reign. And why? His son loses 10 of the tribes of Israel because the demon overworked the Israelite’s. Solomon in some stories gets back in three months. Thus in seven years, he has been a cook. In others he comes back with a wife he rescues from a tower with a flying carpet. In some he does not get back until he is ancient and dies creating some building. If you reread the lore enough. You get an idea that there is a different ending for each soul created in this reality.

So what is reality? It is a hologram. (Walter) Energy equals light. Nothing more. Meaning mass is light. Think plants which most life comes from. They made them from or with the molecules from chlorophyll. Light from chloroplasts which absorb energy as light. So instead of E=mc2. Energy equates to light. So? If this is just one large hologram. Reality is nothing more than a big screen television or home movie for whoever is watching? Say what? Read Job. Realization is humanity on purpose in life? Is to live life with merit. Or to serve God. It is more like our advanced avatar gaming pieces. In which he bets on you against whoever is playing the game of life with him or her.

Come now. I have just told you the goal or meaning of life. There should be something more than laughter. Or come now, reality is more than living life with merit. Or doing good, be well, or good, stopping evil? Nope. The plan is still to CHANGE. Be well or good. If not for this story, for your kids. IF not for your kids. For humanity. If not for humanity, for the realization that the end of times happened whether you like the events. It is a hard choice to swallow. Are there tests?? Sure life is a test. So reality is just one big game or test? Seems like the illusion is up. We live in a hologram. The aim is to be well or good. So do good.

In other realities the blood moon happens in 2035, and still others? The point being if they do not prepare you for a life of merit, rethink your priorities. Such as? Well, to be honest, an ex CEO of a major corporation. Now pushing a vaccination that changes your DNA and patented marked 666 might not be such a good idea. Living in states where they have removed the option opt out. And are demanding forced vaccinations again might be a time to move. Evil is here. Are they prepared? They have the money. They have the power. Do they have all the influence? Seems like a major part of the political structure is backing them. Is that good? It is good enough to move out of any state that they have control over.

Does not sound too hard, does it? The problem? Seems like the future realities. Or the realities that lived in a much faster cycle around the galaxies or universe are dying. And well. That would mean an end of time. Maybe all the bets are complete or done. Or God has flipped the channel or? And here is the sad part. The Borg might come for those into Science fiction. Or welcome to the Matrix. You only thought it was a movie. Did you?

What is funny? Realizing the madman in a dark room might tell you an authentic story? Or his points seem obvious everyone should be well or good or and here is the fact I told the shrink. Your star or sun here has been dead billions of years, more than the color it shows. Thus the mirror hiding this reality from the truth is coming down soon enough. How soon? Well, if the blood moon is right in Acts. In some realities, I suppose May 2021. https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall

Are there other options? Sure be good. Storm the castle meaning? I removed the corporation’s software from my computer. Linux is okay Yet the word processor hurts my eyes. Is this my chance to save humanity and tell people to use freeware? By removing myself from a potential threat to the umbrella corporation? Who knows? All I know in my world for 45 years, Vernon MacGee preached Zachariah with A, and was about nuclear war. And like MacDonald’s which signature hamburger was the Big Mac and where the bible said Zachariah was about nukes going off. Here there is a potential unproven vaccine. Being pushed by large corporations on people because of a virus that kills less than 2 in 10,000. Forcing them to decide. To take the mark or work has already been put out there by the umbrella corporation leader. To be anyone’s battery is like the movie The Time. Why give up life for enslavement to a corporation? Live life, be free. BE GOOD. And that awkward moment when I look for some hero and see my dog. I wonder. Nope, he still does not know his name.

The wild part of reality? Well. Closed time curved loop reality being real time travel for a soul. (Revelation 22) Time travel means that the creator makes the end and the beginning. What does that mean? God has control points where everything in this reality comes from. So? Imagine a movie or television. When God pulls the plug. The movie is over. When the lights go out. Thus this is when the question God gives to the rich. About what if you gain the whole reality or world but lose your soul for what comes into a question of reality? If there is nothing outside of God’s purpose. Thus a review of an old journal.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.6billion old. From Talon 1 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 March 2017 earth date 4.6 to 4.3variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. Subject: Removed.

Subject: Witches, fallen angel, fairies, and other oddities.

1. Earth’s destruction is happening. Yes, books are dangerous. They should be dangerous-they contain ideas.There appear to be more witches here.

2. Discovered a fallen angel. Course of action requested?

3. Fairies are moving to other realms.

4. Magi are seeking answers.

So a last battle where God already wins. Why? God has the remote to shut down reality. He is the beginning and ending of time. Will he do it? Let’s be honest in my reality. I expected the end of time to happen. Somewhere between 2069 and 2200 AD, I went back in time. To look at calendars changing. So that 2020 is an actual 2012 in the Ethiopian calendar. The Ethiopian calendar being the longest and oldest continuous calendar on earth Meaning the end of time for some cultures brings the reality back into focus. Time is ending. Time continues on page 39. I should at least show you one of the many journals I picked up along the way.

5 CHAPTER Journal

Date acquired after transferring to a world where werewolf was spelled warewolf - June 20, 2017.  Report went to command details of his journal below. The journal contained ware - location instead of were - human.  The journal had some interesting details on a program run in England during World War I.

When a class pisses you off. So you write the whole truth and nothing but the truth and see who believes you or not. https://www.futurelearn.com/courses/start-writing-fiction/17/steps/834013

Today’s change notice was that JCPenny is now called JCPenney.  The difference? Chadean spell of removing letters seemed to indicate my world lost he e in some curse.  From memory JCPenny would only allow virgin women to be employed. It was a humorous rumor that each woman was given a physical where some female witch would invite the woman to join a bult.  The males were not involved. Why do I know. Witchcraft is something on sagittarius these days. 

I am a time traveler. I have traveled to many worlds in a closed time curved loop. I often write about my experience online to the amusement of reality. I held six clearances in my life and was considered somewhat of a novelty. I am currently doing interviews online with some rather famous people. And have 3 presidential interviews under my belt since August 2020. Beyond that, I have heard of several realities about dying. And on March 28, 2020, I celebrated my 4.5 billionth birthday. My favorite food is space dried potatoes. And I often have been crazy by many Yet I can prove what I say. So it has offered me a ride in a UFO via a Frenchman. I have a testimonial written in Italian is found online. I am awaiting to see the end of the worlds. Meaning I have lived in several parallel realities. Oh, and I saw John Von Neumann’s last paper he wrote in May 1957 right before he died. What else? Fictional, I was a superhero? And I like drama movies? Thus I do not need to flirt with you. What will seduce you with my awkwardness?

So they consider the fun part about being a time traveler everything you write is fiction. Yet, to my knowledge, I was not a superhero. I dislike space dried potatoes. And I most likely will seduce no one with my awkwardness. All the rest are facts that are found in some realities and not in others I suppose. That is the issue with time, is it not. Time of a closed time curved loop traveler. I mean who cares if you say the Battle of Hastings happened in 996 when you know it happened in 1006 in some realities and 1066 in other realities? No one believes a word a time traveler says. And thus a whole story book of time travelers memories and no one cares because to them it is all fictional.

During my travelers I have had 11 journals so far about my time as a space time traveler. Not that anyone reads them. My one soul that has survived the most is prose. A wondering mind through the multiverse by Clinton R. Siegle. The problem? The person here was saying he was Clinton Siegle and forgot the R. So I wondered if he did not realize what the R stood for? OR and here the R does not get used. This is in his realities? Meaning? I am Clint Siegle. And I am Clinton Siegle. Thus in a future that no longer exists I am Clinton R. Siegle. I remember a heck of a lot of useless facts as a time traveler, the one that bothers me the most? What happened to Sketchers? Or MacDonalds stood for Big Mac and now it is McDonalds? Which means where did the Big Mac come from or was it here first and gone later? These are my issues, not yours. You are dead. Reanimated for a day or so for my spirit to go back and face God, I suppose. To think I failed yet again. At least there is something else to look forward to.

Useful details of a time traveler? Well? I suppose if I go back to hell I now know Shakespeare’s father was a glove maker, that he got buried in a church, married to Anne Hathaway, nowadays they even know where his house was and that his great grand kid held the home for two hundreds years after his death. I am not sure what that would do to me. I think they would call me a conspiracy nut. I mean we spent hours discussing in my reality: was Shakespeare one person or many? Was he an ambassador to Italy or some famous group of poets? Here all the facts are online and I suppose important to someone. Just not me. Details? I have pages of details. I think the word dilemna is the detail I wonder most about. No no you say spelled dilemma and I say for 45 years prior to 4.5 billion years spelled dilemna and since my reality died first but that is just it. My reality did not die first, it was just sped up. What do I mean? My earth was 6.5 billion years old. My galaxy was 377,000 light years in diameter. Earth population was 8.5 billion on April 19, 2016 plus 4.5 billion years. So? Well, according to some Nazi book, Time and Belief, because I saw it made it real.

Yes, reviewing my journals is not fun anymore. Why? Well, I remember what I wrote and what I read is not what I wrote. The latest? I purchased a television and was watching it. Big Screen words Daewood right there. Then a few days later, Daewoo. What a misspelling now. The freaking box says Daewoo. So? Well, I went back and read one of my many journals and now? Time has changed in the journal. Meaning? It is not my journal anymore. Instead of saying missing 2 billion people in 2016 plus 4.5 billion years it says 1.2 billion. Instead of a galaxy stating 377,000 light years in  diameter it says 344,000 light years in diameter. The meaning? Some other poor lost soul wrote that journal and my journal? He or someone else has or had since those worlds are all dead. So? Just means journaling as a time traveler is a lot harder than one would expect. And those few people that read your online rants might think you are nuts or a very good fictional writer. Whichever the case, my journals now have items in it, I have no context to say yes or no. Which means I am a lost soul; I suppose.

How lost? Well, according to some, hell is not that far away. Meaning I am watching the time of tribulation. Mark of the Beast and so forth. (Revelation 13)

Why I write? It is cheaper than a shrink and more useful; I suppose. When I first awoke to my dilemna, I was a bit more vocal than my writing is. I felt kidnapped. Let’s be honest, they kidnapped me. I lived in hell and now I was moving backwards in time through a closed time curved loop which I did not know. Meaning? Deja vu. I wrote lots of wells before I did this again. I think whoever is in front of me is lazy. Well, that company purchased that company for 20 billion dollars less and 9 months later I wonder what the significance is? Why can’t I get to watch Resident Evil? The date keeps on getting pushed out. What is the meaning here where double stuffed Oreos now do not exist? If I have a photo of JcPenny store why is that location now JCPenney? What is the meaning for the extra e? Why does your cheese suck? I figured one out. Took me a while, but I figured one out at least. Why do I say a mirror weapon platform which is burning the railroad route for the railroad covers your star or sun? https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall Because it is and three fourths of the trees on earth are burnt up because of it. So? I do not know. They lost the detail of fiction to me. What was fiction is now real and what was real no longer exists?

My journal is my life experience and whether it is believed or thought of as fiction, who cares. What gets me is now I can’t even find my references anymore. What do I mean? I mean I wrote them down. I remember them. Now? Some other parallel me wrote about his experiences and they are not mine. It is like watching spliced films of say 1 billion hours or yours over 4.5 billion years but you only get 1 sec the first time around and then a day on the way back. And the story makes no sense. What do I mean? Example I got married in Idaho. We honeymooned in Seattle. Seattle in my world was 150 north of its current location and when I got lost on the highway and did not get off at the right exit my wife and I went right into Canada. It was a big deal in my reality because she was not a US citizen. We had to go through customs etc. Now? How does that work? Seattle is no where near Canada and that story which I wrote is in my journal somewhere but when I read the person journal here? He writes interestingly, but this is not me and I am not sure where he came from or where he is going. There are a lot of paths to hell these days and I am not sure where I have been. Is it worse yet or to expect something much worse?

So there I was a time traveler stuck in some bizarre world where Microsoft patents are 666. Richest man on this world states he wants to murder 80 to 90 percent of the world. When I read books here that were my favorite they screw up the main quotes that make or break the book. How can you screw a quote so bad that I stop liking a book? Bizarre worlds. I should clarify this one is not the worst by far but let’s be honest you seem more hostile towards me than I would expect. I mean, I am going to seduce you with my wit and charm. You know you will finish reading this story just to see if I am crazy or not?

Maybe I am and maybe writing a complete life story of a person who has lived 4.5 billion years visited many parallel realities and talked to demons, serial killers, been put in some rather weird government meetings, and would have enjoyed being a librarian or and here is the latest change. I wrote I would become a dishwasher instead of what I did. When I went back and read that line? They changed it to janitor? I was a janitor for a time. I did not like it. Thus the irony when I wrote dishwasher. Meaning? I wash plates in these realities and my wife rewashing because what I think is clean is dirty evidently.

What is my character like as a time traveler? Well, I am sort of a bear pirate. I am missing my right ankle from being a zombie for 17 days. And I missed my right foot for being a zombie for 8 days. I am missing my left eye and am going blind. Character? I sort of fear I might be one of those lost pirate teddy bears from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Island of misfit toys. What do I mean? I am fluffy. I also look like a pirate to some. Yet character? I am not sure I am noted for being a character I suppose. Not much of a bad one. I mean, I was not that much into money. I loved books. I should have stayed in a bookstore. Or maybe the library. One or the other. Awkward being a time traveling pirate teddy bear, I suppose. It was not what I had planned to do or be; you know. One day I was normal. The next you are Mandela affected is that he did not die in the 1990s. What he died in 2013. Sure. Whatever it is today, facts show that is the truth. Maybe I am a character in my novel. Lost teddy pirate on his way home to the land of misfit toys there and back again a pirate tale. Sounds kind of exciting. I think I would buy that. I wonder if anyone else would? Most likely I am going to be censored and no one will ever read this story, anyway. So I will have fun with it. I could not find Mandela Nelson dying in 1985 like I remember.

The time traveler was getting tired. It was after a few billion years of sleep he had caught up on in the past 4 years. That the closed time curved loop was ending and that the time of tribulation mark of the beast Revelation 16, Plagues Revelation 6, and other items were on the way just kind of phased the time traveler. (Revelation 13, Microsoft) The deja vu made him wonder, since he was not alone on or on this trip, what other people’s speculations were? 

Why they thought one thing and the time travel, awkward accounting of time, mirror suns, the discovery of history changes made them sort of lost souls. Maybe that is it after all. Maybe all Mandela effected people are lost misfit toys? It would make sense with the Zachariah changing to Zechariah. Army melting to zombie land here and now. The question made the time traveler realize he needed to get dressed up better. Meaning if he dies in these clothes thinking that zombies are real, would he want to be caught dead in a yellow sweatshirt? Sweat versus sweet? You eat sweat treats for Halloween while you sweet beets during the week. He wonders if he is nuts or if the whole rhyming mystery and time was playing a cruel joke on him? After all, why is MacDonald’s Big Mac not a Big Mc?

The time traveler looked back at his last attempt to write a journal. I had read it over 3,000 times and 182 thumbs up. He wondered if the thumbs up were all from misfit toys? I mean, who else would notice? Who would want to believe that they are just reanimated dead things playing an enormous story of God or the matrix if John Von Neumann’s last paper was correct? 

Who would want to know that God forsakes whole realities leaving copies of people you loved so close to the one you knew or who is to replace them that if they would not know the story by heart you would not know the difference that hey who the heck are you? What did we do in Seattle if we did not spend 3 hours in costumes getting you back from Canada? To realize that the end of time is the beginning of time is sort of misnomer I suppose. Imagine getting to heaven and not even knowing anyone. Everyone will have complete distinct realities and stories and instead of 1 father or mother where Jesus says 100s you realize that all these fathers and mothers not a single one of them might have actually been yours. In reality it is kind of a spooky conclusion. Who wants to know this? Not a teddy pirate, that is for sure.

What does a time traveling teddy bear pirate do? That is a significant question. At first I was planning on getting even. I said I lived in hell, right? Well, hell is a much softer world than here. Meaning? Well, my body was pretty broken. My sinus cavity looked like a sponge had been ripped apart. Meaning? Well, my skull did not have a bone behind the eye and my cavity of a sinus caused me no end of pain. And the person, or should I say people, that smashed my sinuses I know and keep dips on to this day. So? 

Well, fair game. They got away with evil. I at first felt I should have that right too. Don’t you know? I mean imagine if you were afraid of someone and knew them enough that you know where they buried the bodies. Now you have a body that you can smash through a wall with if you like and the other main characters in your life don’t have a clue that let alone do I recall their evilness I still hate their guts to the very core of reality and back enough to have done something so evil that it might be my fatal flaw. What? Let’s be honest, as a pirate most of my friends claimed to be witches. And I am awkward enough to learn that joking around with the eye of the net can cause them to be rather unique situations meaning? Well, spells were not considered real and reading books? What you find there are or where or are secrets that often a teddy bear pirate should not read.

What is reading? Spelling? What is spell craft? Let’s be honest, a misfit teddy bear pirate thought that all reading was something fun. Who would have thought Ron Hubbard’s realities were real? Who would have realized that the book of revelations talked about the richest man on earth as one of the beasts? So? Well, curses are a bit more complex. That I used one, and it works is awkward. Why? I sort of bound my soul to watching the destruction of the system of things. (Various) 

Why would you be so small? Well, it was sort of a simple spell and who believes witches? Or since it was out of the bible that something like this could happen? Sure not a misfit toy teddy bear pirate. Here I am and here you are and well. It works to an extent. I now know the horrible deaths of all my enemies in my hell. It is not a good death. They got burnt up by the x rays of the universe which was kind of hard to swallow. What do I mean? I write. On Cosmofunnel, one of my poems before all this happened. I talked about how on that earth on the outer edge arm of Sagittarius that earth was stepping outside of the galaxy and was going to be fried for the next 7 to 12 years. I thought little of my jump at first, but earth was never near the outside edge of an arm again and the fate of all my enemies is quite clear to me. So? Well, dearie, with a great story there is always a great price. What do I mean? People talk about selling their souls for power, fame or riches? I sort of went the other way.

What do I mean? Well, I told you I am in a gated community. That I have not been outside for years. My warden sort of knows my every move one would suspect something happened to the teddy bear pirate. But no. I get out all the time. No. Maybe I could escape my captors, I doubt it. I am here stuck writing this absurd story in a noon lit room freezing in South America of all places. Meaning? My world La Paz, Bolivia, was 73 degrees and never snowed. My clothes were warm enough. I still have the same clothes. The question is how in the world is South America freezing enough that there is snow? Now in Bolivia? 

Why am I in Bolivia? I ran away from home. I told you I was a misfit toy after all. And toys want to see the world. Have an adventure and maybe find the book of a lifetime or romance. Like I said awkwardly I am a misfit. Anyhow, here I am lost in the dark writing this story. Should I be interested? In one night, I am going through two weeks of classes. For what reason? Just because life is like that. I wonder. Is a second here which is billions of years where I was at even real? 

What will the higher level of reality look like after all to a misfit toy? What happened to all the souls that came before me and through this reality? Are they good? Are they bad? Sometimes I wonder about myself. Am I going to see the end of the worlds and the last judgment or am I going to skip it somehow?

6 CHAPTER Time

Time, or to be specific, the end of time. Why is it I have heard of time ending elsewhere? CO2 clouds freezing realities. Cloud killing everyone on the east coast, much of Europe and Africa? Time. I tried to study time. Thus outside of Anderson Time Institute for reading material. Along with several books on math, mirrors, and alternative thoughts about time.

Time study does not happen that much. Meaning? Well, I did a quick search today. Today the equation here is Time variation = -7.655 sin d+ 9.873 sin (2d+ 3.588). Thus where did the day of the year and the resulting value is in terms of minutes of variation? So? All which tells you where you will watch time passing on earth. Sort of lost me. Why? Well. Yesterday the equation was different. Meaning it said something like this  if energy is a mass which is usually made of light, multiplied by light cubed.

Time is movement of the frequency of a light individual within the space given. Meaning? Each person, each object has its own time. Laugh all you want. This is what John Von Neumann’s final calculation showed. In May 1957, the same month he published the paper. Meaning in some reality out in a real future. That no longer exists. When he lived until May 1957. There is a paper locked up in Princeton. Which shows some calculation predicting the outcome of chaos. 

What did he discover? There was no such thing as chaos. Everything. Meaning even my writing of this story predicted and written out somewhere. Sort of like the Matrix. Specifics, he calculated everything will happen according to a plan. Say what? Well. There is a God. He tells the plan, and the plan follows. When that plan or story does not get accomplished or followed out, he laughs. Specific in Psalms 2, where he sees Kings trying to break the bonds of his story. His laughter I described elsewhere. It is not fun to watch the undoing of time.

Examples? I gave? Watching military persons running to their stations. Following secret codes in their minds. Only their minds swapped so instead of firing some secret weapon. They make coffee. Or a secret agent plugging in a copier that fires an automated system. And that is supposed to take all human response time out of the equation. Only the wires rewired. And instead of firing a billion dollar weapon. The copier prints out some spreadsheet with way too many numbers on it. Or where? Someone trained their minds to follow a certain path. 

Well, somehow a bucket of water misguides the path, ending in a sort of ridiculous situation. If you watch their plans fall apart enough with God’s laughter you wonder which is more insane. Me as the storyteller. I’m listening to me repeat this story. Which I wrote out online on Cosmo funnel only to have the story censored once more. Sure someone could fight. Sure. The German timeline fought and lost by winning. The complete mechanical non-automation systems work. Yet, when God withdraws to see what reality would be like for those people there. 

Instead of a Utopia. They created their own sex slave hell of sorts. Why? My memory is vague. Yet, once a perverted society. Meaning once perverted, always a perverted society. Thus, without God to change their reality or force them to repent and change their ways? They degenerated into a society that lasted some 368 years. And then? Chaos and evil go hand in hand. War is evil. Or insane. Most likely both.

When I first started seeing these examples, I wrote them out. There were ten generals tasked specifically for the war. To try to undo the story Or what is considered breaking God’s bond or story in Psalms 2.

I wrote much about three general plans. From a space fleet of 10,000 matching heaven. Being eliminated down to less than three percent of the force. The force fleeing and then nuking their own worlds. To a bizarre idea of enslavement to sex planets. Where sodomy and other evils happened. So God instead destroyed those worlds with little thought. To see the secret plans laid out by a general across the universe. That I got stuck on some other general’s plan. By mind swapping me to some reality. Where I was writing about how earth was to step outside the galaxy. Then that world was to fry for seven to twelve years in 2013 makes me wonder

What do I ponder? Seems obvious to me. When I started my journals about my journey, I had not heard of the Montauk project. Then, doing research into the Montauk project, the bible changed. What changed? Christ’s statement that the enemy came in the night and sowed weeds among the seeds. Say what? Evidence in some realities using Anderson described satellites to slow down time. Realities could see God’s stories and change the outcomes.

Meaning? I gave examples. Bayer bought Monsanto for 22 billion dollars less that weekend after I began this experience. Did they know about the loss of the law suit beforehand? Then what CNN news said in my reality in May 2016 plus or minus billions of years from now. Is that reality gone now? Well. If each outcome can change, the outcome could also?

That is the sadness. In all my realities, I do not see where everyone agreed to be good, walked away from evil and well were good. I wonder or ponder what would happen?

There is no question about what is at stake. My soul, your soul, existence of reality if God gets tired pulls the plug. Or he wants to see what a corporation would do with humanity. That awkwardness of realizing that enslavement. Either to one God or a corporation is not something I was planning on doing in 2016 plus or minus billions of years.

Why plus or minus billions? Well. My journals concur I lived for a time on an earth where the internet stated the age of the earth was much older than here. Some of my memories in my journal specific dates. However, along with the memory of arguing with a Science teacher that su earth was not so old. Why would I argue? I am a troublesome person to live with. Imagine someone tells you a story that hey, the mountain moved today. Realization that I am or might be mad is real. Realize you all might be dead a long time ago. Because the color of your sun dead red, not yellow is so awkward.

So people are dead? To me? I watch people wander the streets. And think about the days of the television program “Walking Dead”. The straight walking path usually taken and less bunching up? Now it seems with the masks and all too close together. Who knows? I know I am not writing this in my native language anymore. Time wise I am unsure what language Yet God created the eyes to see and ears to hear. Meaning? I watch television. Programs that said one thing now, say something else. Specific program: the American Ninja Warrior. Instead of matching the English words with the lip movement. The entire conversation takes place and the lips keep on moving.

So what does this mean? Change folks. Believe in Jesus. BE good. The only way of getting out of this mess is through a doorway of belief in Jesus Christ. Repenting and seeing what the next level of this game of life is about. Think the inciting events are already here. Corporations announcing vaccination cryptocurrency to tie your minds into a computer system. God’s book tells you they will not feel pain from a scorpion bite. Plague, the coming world war, famine already in Africa, and other natural disasters. I ponder the key event is you need to change because you want to be human. I hope not some Borg. And not some battery like The Time movie. Thus not some robot that can withstand scorpion bites. Think. Think would you want to be a slave to a corporation? A corporation that puts humanity under lock down? Either over a lie or a truth in which they released the virus? 

Either way, possibility is that they started? Think covid-19 vaccine patented in England in November 2019. (Various) Seems rather odd? Covid release in China in December.

Scientologists should listen to their movies. The Christians should listen to their bible. And the anarchist should listen to the idea that corporations are evil here. Thus the potential that the end of time is being brought to you by a corporate sponsor is absurd yet? Could be the truth.

Why do I care? I have the awful feeling I have been here before. Deja vu. I ponder or think about most movies and authors of movies. Most likely wrote some scenario of their reality. And proof it exists. We are living with them. What is my plan? Change. Repent. Believe in Jesus. Will that save me? I have wild dreams. I would not believe them as a child. How could I be so evil in my nightmares? I was not this way. I will not be that way. Those dreams where I would wake up with blood in my mouth I thought were horrible. I think or wonder if this is not somehow a dream. 

Were all my dreams real? It explains a lot of who I meet during my life. It would explain a lot of where I got promoted to during my career. Those were awful dreams. Is it real still if this is not the dream? I need a plan. Change reality. BE good. Believe in Jesus. Simple. I am not asking you to do evil. Be good. Save yourself. I am too evil; you say. Listen, if this is not some real bad pizza dream where I have somehow lived for all these years in. Then time is ending. You do not want to go forward in time. That is already dead. This is the past. Maybe this moment in time is that last moment to believe in Jesus and change. Change.

Change how? No war. Stop talking about war. Put that money into feeding people. Change how? Tax corporations. Why is it that out of 3 or 2 trillion dollars? Some 96 percent of the money went to corporations while citizens got 4 to 5 percent? When you look and realize. That the United States budget taxation is 93 percent supported by the US citizen. With 7 percent by corporations? Why give money to corporations? And why are they not paying back 2.9 trillion dollars? Thus why are the citizens paying for golf fees for corporations? Change how? Break up the corporations. Where is Teddy Roosevelt saving the US of A? How long has new technology sat in the patent office not used? 

Thinking about people before profit is not a cheap saying. Without people, there is no profit. Without people, there is no creativity. The ideas of all could change the world. Yet, the people make the profit and make reality worth living. Change how? Be GOOD. Simple, BE Good.

Why? The Bible fulfilled. Earthquakes, volcanoes, wars, rumors of wars, to name a few. To continue plague, famine, the sun melting armies. Here riots, looting, zombies, now in Zechariah, hailstones the size of rocks, grasshoppers. The coming evils are nothing to laugh about. The story is fulfilled if you do not repent, turn from evil, do good, and believe in Jesus. Why? Thus the future is dead. The first will be last. And the last will be first. Meaning? If I was on an earth 6.5 billion years into a future. That would be my first time making it. And this being the past? If this is the past. And I am telling you it is. Then the end might have already occurred. This is your second time through this film or more or light show since everything is light. Or a hologram film that played until God’s story was done right. It would explain a lot about time and deja vu.

Sure there is a better plan? How about somehow storm heaven? I have seen that plan more than once. Humanity without someone directing humanity to do good. Becomes evil. The rich are those greedy enough to want to steal the little a poor person has for what purpose? The poor need to eat too.. Fight God? I am sure that has happened and failed. What about the mark of the beast? (Revelation 13, Microsoft)The mark of the beast changes humanity into slaves to corporations. Not allowed to reproduce. (Revelation 13, Microsoft) Physically paralyzed to force you to purchase this medicine or that? Discrimination not allowed food or work without being nonhuman? Sounds like something evil even most people would recognize. Review of an old journal.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 April 2017earth date 4.6 to 4.4 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. Subject: Platform used failed.

Subject: The sun?

1. The sun has gone from yellow to bright burning white. https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall

2. Discovered that Katrina happened in 2003 original memory. Here in 2005 a mirror placed to cover the sun at 340 closer to 450 miles above earth’s orbit.

3. To hide Planet X which showed up in 2014 photos original date and time.

4. Photographs well documented on google search Fallon, Montana and look up into the sky. https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall

The end of battles plural is upon humanity. The first earth’s plurals are watching the end of times on this branch of the tree of life. Sure, I jest. No. Gods pruning the branches. December 12, 2017 nukes hit Hawaii in some realities. In early 2016 something hit earths so hard that every single structure collapsed. Bunkers skyscrapers to one-story buildings, everything the lady said. What about my reality? Why did I swap out? Secrets. I ponder or think that is a resolution. There are secrets.

7 CHAPTER link to wonderland

https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2021/03/german-timeline.html

https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2021/03/the-death-of-us-all.html

https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2020/08/a-journal-throughout-time.html

People laugh and say we would never read you.

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's 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 he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could use that? Then again, he supposed 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, 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 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 not 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 I am? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and 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 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 about 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.

What has this to do with that?  Simple.  Imagine everything I wrote like this attracting millions of readers once upon a time. Welcome to my ghost story. Skip to Chapter 9 if you are not interested in reality. Otherwise some pretty scary and interesting factoids. Skip to Chapter 18 if you want more of this and less of reality.  Say what there are only 8 chapters in the book.. shhh.. we all have secrets my dear.

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9 CHAPTER Secrets

Secrets? What on earth secrets do you have? You have written close to a million words in journals, blogs, poetry. What secrets? Time travel is real. Laugh with me. So you say. This is not the first time I have been here. Your body has always been here. And I have read your posts before. You have gone nowhere. Laughing, I point out that the tree moved today. So? I do not recall walking through trees in my reality. You are mistaken. Shakespeare was a mystery. His grave, that his father was a glove maker. His wife’s name was Anne Hathaway. 

Where he lived, or buried, all were unknown in my reality. The discussion was if he was one man or a group of writers. The discussion in my Advanced English and British literature. What made a group come together to write? Sounds more like you are gaining information from these realities. What else? Your sun is dead red and hidden by a mirror here since 2003 or later. What? I am telling you a secret that is here in this reality that you should know.

So the sun is dead. So what? That a sun is dead means this reality is much, much older than 4.5 billion years old. How much older? A red sun means somewhere between 10 to 20 billion years of age. Humanity has not slowed down reality to be 10 or 20 billion years old. Reality is real? You have West world on HBO where reality played out at a much faster rate. For the amusement of the viewers in the quote actual world. What is so hard for you to grasp of parallel time traveling visitors? Coming back through your worlds, telling you to change?

What travelers? Of course you think I am the only one seeing these changes? And what few people do or say these days is talk about the changes. Secrets and changes within words, history, geography, people’s souls, to name a few. Or brand names. Along with television programs and languages. This is to name another few changes and secrets.

I already told the story of discovering the Montauk project. Where they stole souls from heaven. Putting them in positions that were hell enough that when they visited heaven. They did not find their souls in the book of life.

The farther back in time I go, the more people are getting into heaven. Why? A stolen soul put in hell. Judges bribed to destroy his life, his career. His Facebook friends, witches, magicians, fairies. You do not know these people if you have small gonads. Think reality or the God of Justice is setting things straight. Where is the rest of my earth? How come or why am I one of nine that I know of from my original group still writing? Gonads? And I doubt that. I prayed. Thus I am not mean. Because I do not have a mean bone in my bones. In yet? Prayer. Christ, give you the best advice. Pray for your enemies. Bless them, that curse you. I still am awaiting to see something done. Will I see it in this lifetime? Thus I am stuck in a freezer every night and moved from one reality to the next makes me question my answer.

The mystery is all Mandela affected people are time travelers. Some go to their original bodies for judgment in their day of judgment. Some go to other realities to relive life. Where they should have died a long time ago. And is being reanimated for a day for the soul to go through once more back to their original bodies. Why? John Von Neumann’s last paper written will show there was no such thing as chaos. Meaning whether on this earth or on an earth some 10 to power of 193 or 200 created by man. Christ’s statement that God said let the weeds and seeds grow up together. And at the end will separate the good from the bad, is happening and is forthcoming. What do I mean? I have seen war, famine, and potential plague. And I have heard of planets burnt with CO2. These are the days of the last judgment. Thus I have seen the mark of the beast corporation presented as a vaccine. And no pastor preaching against.

I realize now. A question is why I had questions about when the temple gets built. Was it in three, seven, 35, or 70 years per each Bible’s verses? Those years represented how far down into hell they had placed me. Does that mean I get a pass into heaven? I do not know. I am fearful. Because the unknown is reality.

What does a writer do? I did not buy popcorn. I do not have pizza. To watch the mystery of the end of the time of tribulation and realize outside of prayer there is not much I can do is. Well, it’s wild. I feel vague I should do more. Writing more? I write. Few people read. I am censored. So I write even more. My computer breaks, taking with it 100s of writings. So I removed the corporation’s software. Who wants to be part of destroying humanity? A key event to come? There are how many blood moons will have or happened in 2035 is now May 2021. This is the actual end of 2012 happening now between September 19 through the 8th of 2020., I am excited to see the end of things. Whether I am a garbage can which means destruction. Or someone caught in someone else plans and did wrong throughout his dreams. I do not know. I repent. Does that mean anything? Demons know Jesus’ name and tremble. I ponder or think or wonder. I wander. My soul at stake. I suppose the secret is your soul is at stake too.

There it is, a secret, and I am telling you about it. Believe in Jesus. Stop evil. Should make sense with the inciting events of today and in this age. Stop wasting time. Believe in Jesus Christ. So do good. Seems like deja vu or a repeating record.

So God secret? The bible never changed here. Yet, for those traveling through the bible, changes are enormous. How so? Zombies in Zechariah. Changing an old story about the melting river of blood that reached a horse’s bridle in Zachariah. Lion laying down to Wolf among the sheep. Ability to walk away from evil even if they built you to be evil.

A third of those going to heaven will go through a fire that will wash their own clothes in blood. What is the plan of action? For me? I am repenting of new sins I learn about. Were they sin in my reality and I just did not read the bible right? I do not know. Someone will partially block, sort of like Acts where Peter says blood moon and sun out. I knew the sun part. The moon part? That was not part of anything I read or heard in my reality. So? Repent, believe in Jesus.

There is my big secret to escape the end of the time of tribulation? To be honest, I think I have to go through this part again. Why? I am neither cold nor hot. Evil or Good. How so? It is my opinion I failed. I should have been able to pray more. Or rely on God more. Or? A failure in this life and in all the parallel lives I have lived so far. I thought I would wake up one day. Have my career, my business, my foot back, my eyesight back, a lifestyle that comprised a bit more than this? This is okay. It is better than my childhood. Still, in my childhood I had a library. Here I have a screen and all the imaginary friends that accept pirates’ friends invite. A time traveler journal through time after all needs someone to read its secrets. Like?

The Czar had two daughters that survived their ordeal. Or cloning has been available for some time now. Or time travel? Allowing you to make your own reality. An example in a closed time curved loop that can make you believe that the present is the past. And living one day can show up on the Internet like millions, even billions of years having passed by. Or what else? Secrets that, like Solomon’s statement, they have done every tale under the sun’s last judgment day before. That this story has been told before. Or the eyes can see and ears can hear. 

Yet, I do not believe I am speaking or writing or reading my native language anymore? Say what? I read. I read old books that I enjoyed. They have changed. For the better? Not evil seems more real here. There is a quote used to make the book. Here the quote in the book is not there. Sort of like “Life is like a box of chocolates.” This life was like a box of chocolates. Meaning? I am late to my body’s day of judgment. Someplace yet for me to visit or go to.

Secrets? That you are living this moment in time. Reliving it one last time. Repent. That seems like deja vu. Sure is. If someone from the dead comes a calling or writes a post and you have read this far. Whatever secrets I have are not as many secrets as this place. Be good. Change. Change is the biggest secret of all. Think do not become a puppet on some corporate strings.

I can see my secrets did not even stir your interests. So a few more. All those Mandela affected people are passing through your reality. Once believers in Christ and now? Warm soup? Vomited out of God’s mouth? I do not know. I know that nowhere here in the bible does not require the temple to be built for Christ to return to the bible. Which is news to me? Think. What else? Everyone that you listen to stories. Ask and see if they tell the same story. If not? A soul is not a body. As a body is not a soul. Think. Do not become a puppet on some corporate string. Do not trade your soul for an illusion that is gone once God’s last judgment day comes. Think.

What is the danger? WO2020060606 - CRYPTOCURRENCY SYSTEM USING BODY ACTIVITY DATA. Question is this the mark of the beast patent number from a corporation. Whose ex CEO people should be vaccinated-upon. Governors in states. New York, California, Montana, Washington, Oregon, Michigan. All saying not to open until a vaccination is available. All proposing that the vaccine needed. The owner of this patent also owns the covid-19 vaccine and if you look into it, gave it to the Canadian lab for the Chinese students to steal.

So God secret? The bible never changed here. Yet, for those traveling through the bible, changes are enormous. How so? Zombies in Zechariah. Changing an old story about the melting river of blood that reached a horse’s bridle in Zachariah. Lion laying down to Wolf among the sheep. They built the ability to walk away from evil, even if you are to be evil. A third of those going to heaven will go through a fire that will wash their own clothes in blood. What is the plan of action? For me? I am repenting of new sins I learn about. Were they sin in my reality and I just did not read the bible right? I do not know. Something will partially block Acts where Peter says blood moon and sun out. I knew the sun part. The moon part? that was not part of anything I read or heard in my reality. So? 

Repent, believe in Jesus. Speculation is my big secret to escape the end of the time of tribulation? To be honest, I think I have to go through this part again. Why? I am neither cold nor hot. Evil or Good. How so? It is my opinion I failed. I should have been able to pray more. Or rely on God more. Or? I am a failure in this life and in all the parallel lives I have lived so far. I thought I would wake up one day. Have my career, my business, my foot back, my eyesight back, a lifestyle that comprised a bit more than this? This is okay. It is better than my childhood.

Still, in my childhood I had a library. Here I have a screen and all the imaginary friends that accept pirates’ friends invite. A time traveler journal through time after all needs someone to read its secrets. Like? The Czar had two daughters that survived their ordeal. Or cloning has been available for some time now. Or time travel? Allowing you to make your own reality. In a closed time curved loop that can make you believe that the present is the past. And living one day can show up on the Internet like millions, even billions of years having passed by. Or what else? Secrets that, like Solomon’s statement, every tale under the sun is complete. That this story was told before. Or the eyes can see and ears can hear.

Yet, I do not believe I am speaking or writing or reading my native language anymore? Say what? I read. I read old books that I enjoyed. They have changed. For the better? Not. Meaning where I remember a quote used to make the book worthwhile it is not there. Sort of like “Life is like a box of chocolates.” This life was like a box of chocolates. Meaning? I am late to my body’s day of judgment. Someplace yet for me to visit or go to. They patented the vaccine in England in November 2019. To be good is not enough. Flee? The Jewish leadership is suggesting that. Stop using the corporation’s software? I switched to Linux. Stop purchasing anything associated with the voice paying and sponsoring this evil? Yes. Pray for him?

Yes. The bible speaks. Christ says. “For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake and for the gospel will save it. What does it profit a man to gain the entire world, yet give up his soul? Or what can a man give for his soul?” A soul is for eternity, while an illusion is for just a moment in time. And believe me as a time traveler, time is a lot longer than a moment. Is that all the plan I have? I write. Me and my two readers write to other people. Do they change their ways? I don’t have a clue. I can hope and pray. What is the eventual plan? I am already dead if I am in the closed time curved loop. If I understand how the spirit or soul ripped from a body using a super collider. So. Asking, praying, changing my spending, moving outside those areas. 

Yes. Is the ultimate plan going to help? Thus the warning is to be good. Change your ways. There is always hope. Is the hope worthwhile? That is the black moment in this secret tale. For both the evil ones, good and lukewarm soup. If they burn the future up. And the present is all I have. There is no going back. The loop of the closed time curved loop has broken or burnt up. So? It is heaven or hell. An illusion given. That dream of control over an illusion world. It might be in the book of Being and Time written out in the context if you did not know the difference. Then what difference does it make? Investigating an older journal.

Last of the ten general reports Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet changing.

10 CHAPTER Change

Secrets are changing. I have a tale to tell. There is over one race or species of human on earth. The Bible, Torah, and Koran all agree upon that. Just like that secret. The letter S removed or taken from earth’s known to those passing through these worlds today. Some call Mandela affected. Other’s time travelers are looking into a different aspect of lives not lived.

So races there is the Jewish lore about Adam and Lilith. Their backs attached, and they bickered before God. Why? Rumors Lilith was in love with a captured race. Demons. What? For that race, look into the Koran. The jinn were at war with angels for a long time. Their galaxy had collided with the galaxy of Gods. The letter S is there for plural. The demons submitted and were allowed into heaven.

God then gave the title of angel to one of their princes. I believe it was Death. So Death and Lilith conspired to separate Adam and her. So she could part ways. God separated them. Put Adam and Lilith in the garden of Eden.

She left. God saw Adam upset. Sent some angels to bring her back. She did not love Adam. Once caught, made a deal with the angels and never went back to Adam. First part of Genesis.

God saw Adam was all alone. He created 50 or 60 or 70 golems or clay animations to help with Eden. He did this in front of Adam and gave Adam a wife there. Adam rejected her after seeing how she got made. Second story of Genesis. Then God put Adam asleep for a time. How long? I do not know. He took a rib from Adam and made Eve. Third story in Genesis. Thus creating at least three races on earth in the Jewish, Koran, and Bible.

Now. God puts Watchers or other angels on earth. They got bored and had sex with well. The second race or golems called the daughters of man, not Adam. So at least four races? Well, here is the sad part of Jewish lore and history. The original sin. One would say it was taking a bite out of a fruit or a fig. Is that not true? Again Jewish lore comes in. The original sin was Satan, seducing Eve and sons. She has two sons, Cain and Abel.

If you check, you will see in King James that Seth was the first son of Adam. So let me see there are four races plus Cain and Abel and their descendants. Counting brings to six races right off the bat in the book of Genesis. Kind of a lot of races. To follow or say how many? So now. The earth’s plural. They all existed along for thousands of years while taught war by angels. So the giants of which there were many were eating human species up. I supposed to hear the story: earth had all its trees eaten up by those living there. Sadness. I love trees.

So God sends a flood. Noah gets to build an ark. Which he does. And the flood comes. Now here is some mystery to the story. In the Jewish lore, the king of the Giant’s Og was the rainproof tarp for that ark. Say what? Well. There are Noah and his family. The king of the giants of which Moses kills some years later. Sounds wild, I know.

So here are the parts of the stories untold to King James readers. That Lilith survived and had children, too. That the king of the giants survived. For he ruled in the Canaan area until Moses came along and cut off his ankle and he died. Suppose Og was close to three miles high and hundreds of years old. Laugh with me. I know.

Now, the son of Noah that saw him naked. I know this part of the Jews lore; I know. Noah’s son had sex with his mom and she conceived another race, too. What? If you read Noah’s wife was part angel, not a direct descendant of Seth.

After a flood there were at least four races on this planet called earth in just one tale.

What other tales are there? Why God allowed the other worlds to grow. He allowed a world with giants, a world with half angels, a world with golems, a world with well. I suppose demons, as you know.

You jest. People can make arguments against that. I am telling you a tale. Listen for I know. So the second wife of Adam, if the truth be told, never partook of the tree of knowledge. The legend so goes. Her race, as you would say, is that known as fae or fairies. That odd race on midsummer nights. When all is alright one can see their light? They live in a different time of reality, so the story goes.

So the race of humanity, as you can see, is not a race. It is a race. And what we know to be bold. Some people are good. While some are bad. And others, some are ugly in all truth. So what of identity? White race with 8 percent of the world’s population? 

Being told that 92 percent of the world is more important and let them live among you and change you or shame you? That is the question, is it not? Identify to be a human. Say what? Well. If I am so bold. I point to Noah and his sons. Pay attention to where they left and went. The only humans went north. And while, some went to the east part of the world went the semi angels and south went giants. To live like humans. So the lore is what I am told to be bold.

Ah Gender? Well. Let us swipe forward in time. The mark of the beast. Corporation patent from a corporation WO2020060606 - CRYPTOCURRENCY SYSTEM USING BODY ACTIVITY DATA.(Revelation 13, Microsoft) If you read and listen to the owner tell. His RNA vaccine and certification will change human DNA. Why? To kill humanity or the last race with that gender if the story is told. His goal is to control what you eat, if you can work, and if you can live boldly. And? Well, since his microchip can turn off sexual reproduction. 

Think what gender he can control or create?

So into this alternative world of thought you must think. So there are many races? Yes, to think More than one story of life on earths? Why the letter S for plural? For let’s be honest, this is just one reality to be told.

What is so important to call a race of humans? That is the awful decision. Yet, the tale told. A human has a piece of God in the soul. A living piece of the breath of God. Does that make him a god? Jesus showed Psalms said something to the extent. And in questioning Jesus about being the son of God, he concurred with that.

So?

A question of reality and the plan. Why would you want to associate with something trying to kill humanity? Depart from evil. Remove evil. Be good for goodness’ sake. Linux is free. OpenOffice is too. Try something else, do not let the corporation enslave you.

Stop purchasing stuff from the corporation tree. Break free. Stop and think. Slavery to a God that made you and me? Or slavery to a corporation ex CEO. That said, to reduce the population by over 90 percent. https://globalpossibilities.org/bill-gates-announces-microchip-for-population-control/

Reflect on who you believe. Make the hard choices be free. Free? You think stories are not predictions of the future? Do you think the movie The Time does not correlate with you enslaved for life as a battery to some corporate clock? Do you think the Bible is not real? Be brave. Be Bold. Push for being human is a goal.

Why? The reality of time is at hand. For those in the know. The most accurate calendar Ethiopian calendar will show. The end of 2012 is closing. There is the point of no return. The seals of the plague? A hoax? For those vaccinated, sure. For those other races? The kill rate is much higher if you look at the real rate.

Investigate and think. Think be free. Do not subjugate to a corporation that one day outsources you to India. Or it is cheaper to hire someone else because you are a minute late. So? What to plan for? A book the bible has shown the beast has shown its plan. Ideas of plagues are opening per the Gate’s Netflix interview, there will be more. The parallel realities or worlds are in an uproar.

What can anyone do? Pray. Stop using corporation software to be free. Grow your own food before it is too late. Stop working for a corporation that wants to subjugate your reproductive rate. Think of no vaccinations.

The sadness? It seems too late. One political party is saying no work unless vaccinated. They control several of the most populated states. Move before it is too late. Journal reviewed.

Last of the ten general reports Enclosure details of plan longevity. According to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw expeditionary Force Officer Message Staff, G-7 12. December 2017 earth date 4.6 to 4.4 variable on search billion years old Expedition Force number 123.

Subject: Hawaii nuked.

1. The loop of time destroyed. Time is now more of a 6 than an 8. The bonds of the story-line in question.

2. Reality changed today. More evil than one expects to see.

3. People from other realities reporting about the nuclear war institutionalized.

The last battle for humanity is upon this earth. Will you stand for humanity? Or be a corporate drone?

Make your resolution soon, for tomorrow might be too late. Believing in Christ for that part might be too late.

Look up the new patent 2020060606. And realize becoming a battery for a corporation might mean you are Borg now.

It permitted the second beast to give breath to the image of the first beast, so that the image could speak and cause all who refused to worship it to be killed. 16 And the second beast required all people small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, so that no one could buy or sell unless he had the mark—the name of the beast or the number of its name,

Earth 4.5 billion years old from Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7 16. August 2017 earth date 4.5 variable on search billion years old Expedition Force number 123. Subject: The sun?

1. They broke the mirror in certain parts of the world.

2. It blocks the internet emergency channels for ships in Pacific Ocean. Because of the mirror positioning failing.

Meaning? If everyone you knew was there or not due to them not being born. And all your thoughts and stories were there, but not with the same people. Does it matter? Secrets. What one person knows might help you, or might send you elsewhere to hell. The end battle and end of time of tribulation is here folks. Whether I am dreaming of this. Which I would hope I am or this is real for today and the reality of tomorrow’s change you can decide. Change is the secret.

11 CHAPTER Traveling back in time

To think about traveling back in time to watch the end of humanity. Kind of wild. Not what I was planning to do. Let me be honest. This is not real to me. I awake each morning expecting this dream to be over.

Why? Who would believe me? Who believes me? Witches? Sure. Why? Secrets are secret. To travel back in time to see the end battle of humanity is wild. To watch the final decision of a battle? Battlefields plural across galaxies, earth’s plural, and realities? Sounds like something I should have written as a child. Not now.

That I am not sure how to find allies in this reality or that one or if since this is a past am I too late? Or is this my Christmas Carol? Is this some wild pizza dream I am having while dying some place? That is the possibility. I mean, I have a computer screen. Beyond that? I ponder and wonder about life.

To realize that corporations are evil. The evilness that the Bible talks about. It belongs to corporations and not humans. To cross galaxies, realities and time to see the last battle fields of worlds is even bizarre.

I think I know why. Then what about the how? I am no longer sure. My soul’s memory of being on an earth different from here is correct. To have crossed realities where China controlled all of Mongolia. Remembering the realities of South America being 2400 miles west of the location it is today. Makes me wonder. To look at the age of the earth per the Internet and say wild. To realize if time is correct on the internet, 4.5 billions of years have passed. The date is unknown from here to where I wrote a poem once a long time ago. A closed time curved loop within a future that if this is real could not or can not exist anymore. Why? The future I came from ended. I have already told those tales. CO2 gas kills everyone along the Atlantic coast to nukes in Hawaii. The real question is if I am the hero of my story, how do I go forth? I mean, I am a one footed, one-eyed pirate stuck in Bolivia with little money. A poor grasp of reality. My Spanish is questionable. A dog that is crazy. Up against? An antagonist that is the richest group of people in the world. Holding all the wealth. Controlling politicians. Killing people in India, Africa, without a court to answer to. Sounds like the greatest adventure story I have ever read or heard about. The mystery. What does a one-eyed, one footed pirate do? Pray? Yes. Dear Lord, I bless those owners in this plot. May they all become Christians. I mean, that is what I can do. Remove the corporation’s products from his computer. Yes. I mean, why keep evil around? Write? Yes. I mean that is who most stories begin, right? Someone notices the evil. Comforts the evil and moves on or dies.

I guess the stakes are that humanity is wild. To see the mark of the beast be part of corporations’ greed is wild. To realize that by submitting to corporations.

For humanity means evilness will enslave both hearts and minds? Think the Bible speaks that a man once marked with the 666 on hand or forehead will endure scorpion bites.

I doubt that is human. Robot? Sure. To realize the patent reads sort of like a hive mind of the Borg is wild. To realize that governments are not the problem. That human greed to control those not theirs is a real problem. To realize some bean counters are boycotting without food, or not allowing them to work. Or killing, paralyzing, sterilizing and destroying humanity. The plan is something someone paid for and thought about for a long time. What is at stake? Well? Listen to the owner of the mark of the beast. Getting the vaccination will change your DNA. Meaning? You most likely won’t be human. Especially if the Bible is telling the truth. What is at stake? Humanity’s soul. The whole human race.

So what to do? Pray? God, please bless those rich people. Let their hearts and minds turn to Christ. The hope God will intercede and protect those worlds he can or wants to. What else? Ask that corporations get broken up. Why should a corporation stifle competition? Greed is making money for one certain group of people. When that group of people? Where is the government? It would seem to spend money. Look at corporations’ record of paralyzing, sterilizing, and killing. Thus along with Gates statements. One can see the planning on releasing viruses. Corporations should be taxes out of existence? Or broken up? I can write and request that. So I do.

So into the new reality where corporations are the enemy of humanity? Somehow this does not bring comfort. To think that instead of trying to make a better world. Greed and corporations are trying to eliminate diversity. To realize that the end of the world is happening while I watch this makes me wonder. Why? I know the future I came from is gone. CO2 gas cloud coming up from the Atlantic ocean killing much of the east coast, Europe, and Africa. Nuking of Hawaii. The closed time curved loop breaks, and a broken loop makes a 6. So there is no going back to my reality.

The only option is to pray. Dear God, protect humanity. Why? The mark of the beast. If read from the bible. Corporations with a flip of a switch could sterilize, paralyze, and kill humans. Let alone change minds so a human body could withstand scorpion bites. The corporation goal? Enslavement of humanity. Wild. To realize that the mark of the beast could be the change of humanity into something else. In fact, if you listen, the ex CEO of the patent of the mark of the beast states his RNA vaccine will change humanity.

Change humanity? Into corporation slaves? Making a reality where reproduction is controlled by a corporation? So if genetics changed food is all you can eat. Maybe the change of food stops humans from eating food? Or the ex CEO saying if you do not have the vaccine you may not work. Which would mean you should not be able to eat?

To think of a time traveler waking up each day in new reality. Just watching new worlds go away after he leaves is awkward. To see that the past, which is all a closed time curved loop person can see. Well, it is here and the end battle of reality is happening while I watch. Wild. To request humanity to change or die is wild to me. This might be something I should have realized at the start of my trip. In yet? How can I be writing as a one-footed, one-eyed pirate from Bolivia and not think that this is all a dream?

If not a dream? The only option is to pray. Dear God, please change me. Please help those you can help. Please change the hearts and minds of those involved in this plot to kill humanity.

The realization the hard choices are still to come is wild. To push to the goal of watching the end of time? It would seem like there should be more that I can do? If the enemy is a corporation. Write and ask that corporations break up for competition and the betterment of society. Write and ask that corporations pay more in taxes. To pay only 7 percent of revenue means humans are over taxed.

That the corporations have already shown. There the Bible’s mark of the beast is a corporation owned ID battery. The patent shows it is a human implanted cryptocurrency. Which would mean no taxation allowed by governments makes me wonder?

The question? Is the government willing to forgo revenue? I would have expected some politician standing up against the corporations. In a corporation’s attempt to enslave the workforce. What would humanity’s lifestyle be like? Corporations in charge of your reproduction. In yet? Nothing.

Scary? Humanities point of no return. No hero in sight to take on corporations. What is wild? This has happened before. Where is Teddy Roosevelt when you need him?

To realize that the rich have almost all the power. That there appears to be no hope is wild. Sure this is not how humanity dies. A corporation controlled enslaved robotic race. There is God. Is he here? That is the question, is it not? God? He is always near. The eye cannot see what God does not want to be seen. Pray for the hearts and minds of those in control of corporations to be changed. Make them want to build better worlds. The world could all be like the 1950s. Where there is a job, a place, an economy that can help everyone. How? The technology these days would allow humanity to flourish.

There are patents in the patent office that can change the world. Thus think before you go into some last battle between corporations and God. If corporations win, you end up like some Borg without a soul. Without creativity. Living a life for fear that the corporation will downsize you for either a newer, better person or? Decides you are too expensive and gets rid of you and yours by not allowing you to have any more children. Pray. Pray for God to save humanity.

There is a sick moment in every story? A realization that with the mark of the beast shown. The covid-19 vaccination patented by the same corporation. That the person most likely responsible for this hoax. Is in some parts of the worlds already stated on Netflix. So prepare for more viruses. With Bayer owning GMO seeds. Which plants changed. Might require your stomach changed by RNA and DNA vaccination even to digest. So you could eat those plants as food? What can those hungry to expect? Their food to poison them? There is some factor I am missing? No. The ultimate battle of worlds is upon humanity. To be human or some enslaved corporate drone that can not feel a scorpion bite. Who winds? The story is already told. God does. What about math? The math says that there is a possibility of a distinct reality? When the loop burnt behind me. This was God cutting the branch of the tree of life. Believe in Jesus Christ. Repent. Reading report.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 April 2018 earth date 4.6 to 4.4 variable on search billion years old Expedition Force number 123.

Subject: No contact from anyone in some billions of years according to the internet.

1. Found another timeline. Communication with one of their shadow boys is interesting.

2. Black holes have become many. Going from none, to one, to a large super black hole eating a sun 26,000 times the size of the sun of earth. To two super black holes distance estimated to be 1 light year across. To 10,000 small black holes being sucked into a large black hole.

3. Reality is surreal.

What good is winning the entire world for a corporation that will turn on you if there is a little gain of profit? Repent Change your belief. Believe in Christ.

12 CHAPTER end of time

Watching the end of time was not how I made the bet. I mean, I remember the bet. I was some place I should not have been. In yet? The wine tasted superb. I mean, who in their right mind would think of coming across who I came across that day. To make the bet was sure, why not? What do I have to lose? Meaning?

The setting again, a wine tasting in the countryside. I was on my well. I was on my second week watching a cloud over a mountain not move. The night before, I had walked to an insignificant town in the middle of nowhere and kept on hearing a boom. Boom. BOOM as I got closer. It sounded like thunder almost every 10 minutes for well. It was a seven-mile hike. Miles. To realize this reality uses kilometers in the country I am passing through. I mean, for being a time traveler they should impress me like Solomon that everything in the past is better. In yet? I watch and realize they hide like 150 to 200 years of patents in the United States patent office these days. Why? The end of time. There is a created illusion of time bought and paid for by those who are rich. Pray for them. 

What good is it to gain an illusion world and lose your soul? Read the book Belief and Time. Just realize because you can not tell the difference. Between reality and an imaginary computer simulation. Or a reality one does not mean real or one, you would not want to be stuck in it. Using your soul as a battery in some Matrix or corporation drone does not mean it does not warn you. Watch the Matrix. Read the Bible. Realize the new cryptocurrency patented as a battery by a corporation. Goes along with the vaccine for COVID-19 controls your sex life. The corporation wants to control if you work if no mark no work. Which would mean no food? Be careful. Think. Where was I before that rant? 

Ah yes. Time travel. They call the time travelers Mandela affected. Have you heard of people that have complete distinct memories of reality?

Laugh. Yet they are real. I am one of them. Yet, that does not get me to my story tonight. I was drinking after getting back late. I had thought I was hearing thunder for miles and miles. It turned out to be a man with a wheelbarrow dropping rocks over a half mile cliff. Boom. I finished a quick meeting. Walked back. Watching the clouds. Wild, I could swear the clouds did not move. I got to my place and drank some local wine. I had been drinking it for a while now. I do not think I ate for two weeks. I had lost like 14 pounds. Anyway, I invited a stranger to drink with me.

What conversations did we have? I remember only the end bet. Something dealing with being able to watch my enemies pay for their actions. Sounded good. A prayer is what I thought it might be. I accepted without thinking. I mean, I had seen time travel. I did not recognize it. Meaning for a little over 10 years I had been living with a person I thought was nuts. How nuts? She would claim I moved things in her house. I did not touch her stuff. It got so bad I lived almost from 630 AM, from running the dogs to 735 to 8 PM out of the house. 

I joined sports from football, wrestling to track. I was not so good. Yet, just getting home for a time to sleep saved me from a lot of yelling in those days. Weekends I was a game, match, or track meet. During the summer she placed me in camps. Wild. To realize why I love to read was because my mind saw things change. Yet, who would believe a little kid?

The most changed event during that time? The moving placement of Taco John. I remember it in five locations nowadays. It was close to the Town Pump. Then where the new old movie theater was at, then next to the Auto parts store, and a fifth location. It was small. I thought someone put it on a trailer and moved it.

How was I to know that I was just pushed from a reality I lived into, a future reality that can no longer exist? Say what? Well. For sometime between 2009 and 2013, something dramatic happened. I remember writing about an event on Cosmo funnel. My poem “Once around the galaxy”. The specific internet search showed. There NASA stated the galaxy was looping around itself every 1000 years. That there were no known black holes were so far found.

The diameter of that galaxy where I was living on the Sagittarius arm was 377,000 light years across. And no one knew Shakespeare’s grave, or his father was a glove maker, or his wife’s name was Anne Hathaway. Sure, sure, you say. So you are a time traveler? Yes, from a future where they say earth was 6.5 billion years old and the world population on May 18, 2016 was 8.5 billion. Where the eighth billion children were born in India. A girl. The celebration gave her a scholarship to some college.

So let alone a time traveler, but a person who has seen the rapture? Yes. Yet, this is getting me off my story.

Let me see. The stranger and I told stories. You must understand, I mumble. Reason: a chipped tooth as a child. I was self conscious and did not speak up much. So if you wanted to hear my stories, you had to listen. And the strangers’ stories? Laugh with me. I had heard two of the stories before. Yet, not heard read. I knew parts of them and other parts were, well, a revelation. When I added something to his second story. I think don’t forget to say this. He kind of looked well either shocked or impressed. To hear those stories, one must read in places hard to get into. And well. They were hard to get into.

Any ways. After I retold his first story, adding a bit. He asked for two stories. I told him the first story here. And a story that is now censored yet again. It seems Facebook does not believe I am. I suppose I could retell it? Junior year in high school I ended up on a Close Up trip to Washington, DC. This is a quick version of it. So I sneaked away from a tour in the White House. There is or was a passage between Abe Lincoln’s writing room and a staircase going up. The column hides a staircase. Which if you take leads down four floors to a staff cafeteria? From there my story led me to the underground small train area. Where senators and such move back and forth without problem. I got to go up a spiral staircase. I ended up in the Library of Congress. The story from there is something else and most likely will get censored again. So. Those two tales got me a third tale which I heard about the create

After that tale he told me another one that was rather hard to swallow. At which I said I had to bet that could not happen. He smiled. You know I think I remember the smile most. And he said, I will grant you something to see. An end of humanity. I was kind of into wine and said sure. Reviewing a journal entry.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity. According to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7 16. June 2018 earth date 4.6 to 4.4 variable on search billion years old Expedition Force number 123.

Subject: Recall failure.

1. Offer from French Aliens to leave, not rejected, just not able to comply.

2. French story line is weakening. From communications the French are to bug out June 30th. This timeline dies or turns into something else. Translation of French into something I can read is beyond me.

Why not? You see according to time and seasons and positioning of the stars. That could not happen for anywhere from 2069 outward. I agreed to his bet without thinking. After all, I had just shared a great bottle of wine and was not thinking at all. Later that night, I saw him again. Dancing with others. There were three across a path I knew I would find hard to walk single stepping foot over foot ways. There are places on this earth you have to see and things to see. When you are laughing at me looking for an excellent wine or book shop, think about me.

13 CHAPTER Think

To think about reality? What if I am telling you the truth? That reality is nothing more than a hologram? That the black holes for me go clockwise one day and counter clockwise another day? So what? If humanity lives in a hologram. That would be all stars in some absurd reality program. Read the poetry in the book The Secret of Light by Walter Russell. Realize let alone we are in holographic worlds. They made everything here of light. Mass is light. Think chloroplast takes light, makes plants. Which are consumed by animals which humans consume both? The realization that all this. Everything is light and wild. The question: why? There are three parts to that answer. The first God created us. He can do with us as he wants. Per the bible, our question is why did you make us that way? Because I did. Who are you, a mere human being, to talk back to God? Will what they formed say to him who formed it, “Why did you make me this way?”

The reason he made us that way? Because he plays an elaborate entertainment gambling game. Meaning you think this is the only reality? Think of Solomon’s statement about everything. “What has been is what will be, and what we have done is what they will do, and there is nothing new under the sun.”

So? I understood that verse until I read this: Praise the Lord, the God of Israel. He has put one of my own sons on my throne, and he has let me live to see it. If you realize Solomon was a fourth or farther down the line of succession and the word is not son. But sons. The reality is we are one small reality program or gaming center and all our bets are coming due or and here is the issue. If we did not force or cheat the game and were all good. We could continue to live. So be good if you want to live. Do good if you want this game to continue. If not? God owns the rights to this movie.

Read Job and realize all this reality is? Souls are chips. Chips. Betting chips in a game within a huge entertainment system. Where gambling on the show is the entertainment? Entertainment where he makes and takes bets on lives and wagers’ souls.

The question what has that got to do with time space travelers or Mandela Effected souls? The bible has changed again. For those that have not read it lately, I suggest you do.

The transformation which was not in my bible area. A third of those in heaven will go through the fire. So? God takes his bets. They rigged some parts of the system of things. By the Montauk project? I speculate that is the case. Why? Think of David’s statement to one of his sons. In this reality, he had at least three other older sons expecting to be king. King Solomon’s statement there is nothing new under the sun. Along with sons, not Solomon specific. Means other realities, other possibilities happened. So? Imagine you living almost the same life. But winning everything or losing everything? Or living so close to the edge of both the show was rather interesting.

The bets are placed when the game is played. The last day of judgment comes about. Behold, we discover that the soul that is supposed to have been in first place. Well, it is now in fourth or not even in the right body. Here is the interesting thing about John Von Neumann’s last paper on chaos and game theory. The last equation and the change of the bible show a similar statement. That everything has rules. Meaning? There is no chaos. Like some well plotted and executed screen play movie, each soul has a part to play.

The story of the Montauk project tells the story of stealing souls. That was to be good and well, placing them in realities as close to hell or in hell to make them change into evil. Imagine your parents instead of divorcing, moving you to an Indian reservation. Where you were the only pink kid. And the Indians on that reservation hated other Indians terribly for what they did to only pink kids? Hell on earth is real folks.

So at the end of time the bets called in and they found a cheater out. Christ talks about this: The kingdom of heaven or game is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. 25But while everyone was asleep, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat and slipped away. 26When the wheat sprouted and bore grain, then the weeds also appeared. So what happens? Time is moving or playing backwards. Just like a film rewinding. Or like a film to find the right or wrong souls for punishment or for something good. The system of things or entertainment or God takes his bets rather seriously. This third I will bring through the fire; I will refine them like silver and test them like gold. They will call on My name, and I will answer them. I will say, ‘They are my people,’ and they will say, ‘The LORD is our God.’ Meaning he might even melt worlds. With souls that were all in the correct bodies just to call them his own.

The mystery or question: who is telling the truth? Some mad crazy person in Bolivia. 

Just pointing out that the mark of the beast is a corporation cryptocurrency. Well, it is not some vaccine you want put inside you? Or that the government only taxes corporations at 7 percent. Thus maybe taking their fake coin will remove you from the government’s tax system? Or once with the vaccine. Will you care about humanity? Or Off with Their Heads? How emphatic do you think the courts systems will be? When the ex CEO turns off your reproductive organs. Or paralyses you or sterilizes you or gives you Ebola?

Think about the time to think is now. What is at stake? Your soul. What good is your life if you gain a world or a filmed illusion world and lose your soul? Think. Enslavement to a corporation. Think of all the creativity stifled because of some policy or someone’s greed?

So all we are? Souls in a light body playing a game? Yes. Yet, the meaning this game has changed, at least for me. I thought when I read this Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. I was running against you. I did not realize I was running against a group of bodies so similar to mine. That I do not realize I am in a different body. What is the difference? There is a prize. Maybe I get a certificate? Or heaven. Or not go to hell if I win. Sort of makes me want to run harder. How? I am in a new world each day. Sometimes the person before me spells check, other times not. Sometimes I find my socks, other times I wonder where they go. What is the plan? Be good, do good. Stop evil where you can.

What about the rigged game system? That is an issue. If I can figure out this much. I am scared they have involved me in this stupid cheating the system of things. I doubt it. Yet, I can wonder. So if I am part of the problem? I am repenting. This game is wild. And way more complicated than I believed. If I was not and someone pushed me down the rabbit hole? I am still repenting the bible has changed so much I worry.

I will find the genuine mystery I suppose out on the day of judgment. Will the created illusion of someone pulling one over on God be worth it? Or will the judge of his entertainment system force a repeat of the games?

Or this is your last attempt to say forgive me for cheating? All I can say is the Mandela effect: people are watching the rewinding and repeating of history. Be careful. Be good. So be good. The end of the time of tribulation to live through the time wild.

The hard choices are believing a book about reality versus a simulation. Meaning? In the book Belief and Time published in 1927. I answer the question. What difference would it make in life? If you lived your entire life in a simulation so close to reality you could not tell the difference? Versus reality? The difference is souls have empathy and carrying. While simulation for those living with the Mandela effect. The statement during our travels was this reality seems so robotic. The people do not seem real.

There is something felt. If you do not know what it is you assume something is wrong with worlds I suppose, What are the specifics for me? Stories. Whether the stories seem real or made up. That is how I can think I know the difference between real and simulated realities. Yet, what if I choose to live in simulated reality? Better memories of food or career or more money more this is this or that is that? I spoke to one person about this. I said this is not real. Everything is new. Reply what was my reality like? I said almost everything used from the 1990s still. And the response by that doppelganger. That sounds so nice. I think even those robot souls stuck in these realities want to escape.

What does all this mean? If I can figure this out? I am hoping I was not part of this plan or a person even involved in doing any of this.

I have speculation. I doubt I was. I would have at least made my life easier. No. This actual time of tribulation is ending. Is it the complete universe or only this time line? Or is the system of things resetting the souls of the people in the game to the right bodies for the day of judgment. What is awful and scary? There are verses both showing that in the end souls will see their enemies punished by Psalms 91. And that the evil ones will pay for their crimes at the end of time. Which one is I? I am repented. Scared? I fear God. What if I have to go back to hell again? I know a lot of my parallel souls did not make it. Why? Example on a stress level test since the age of 5, I do not think I had less than an 8. From 31 personal family or friends dying over the years that could name me. When I am o promoted and moved 16 times. When car accidents count having 15 cars over my driving career of 20 years? To lose my foot, my eye, my career. To lose my business, to see crooks get my money. They say a person becomes depressed because they choose to be?

I say that the story of the Montauk Project and the bible now points to that judges bribed. When? Look at the United States prison system. It went from 200k normal from 1900 to 1960s. The same weed smoked every day. They made the laws to put 2 million people in jail. Instead of in clinics for them to get the help they needed. Instead of jobs here in the United States. All those shoes, clothing items, televisions, computer manufactures sent to China. Why? Look even at today’s riots and looting planned. The old system of things is being played out. 

The dangers are real. Earthquakes in California, Volcanoes in Washington and Montana. Nukes going off in New York City and elsewhere due to war between China. Chinese war with India, Vietnam, Taiwan, or North Korea. If you pay attention, there are now millions of military stationed on all those borders. Why? The seals of the bible are broken. Also if you are Mandela affected. Realize that in a closed time curved loop reality. Our souls get placed in our correct bodies only at the end of time. For the day of judgment this time around. To review a journal.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 April 2019 earth date 10 to 20 variable on search billion years old. Expeditionary Force number 123.

Subject: Something has changed.

1. Souls are becoming robotic. Eerie how reality is changing. Noted China controls reality now. Evidence man wakes in Australia speaking Chinese instead of English.

Breathing issues have been happening with vape smokers.

Rumors of Chinese stealing virus from England and Canada.

Richest man on earth announces on Netflix. Coming of viruses.

Meaning? Well. God can read the book of Revelations forward or backward. Just like the black holes going clockwise or counterclockwise, taking a soul backward in time. To the day we either get a place in heaven, or hell. Or these days Zechariah has a zombie petting zoo outside of Jerusalem. If I do not make heaven and am in the zoo. Visit me with cookies between the hours of 1 and 3 please.

14 CHAPTER Zombies

Time and reality with a feeding time between 1 and 3 for zombies. I would recommend those that have the time these days to remove their watches. Their calendars. Even for the sake of reality, just stop anything dealing with time. Do not count days, weeks, months.

Which after a bit you will accomplish a lot more in your day. You realize that time measured time slows down a bit. How much? I forgot to look at where I was at in the universe and how old the earth was? I lost anywhere between 14 billion to 20 billion years..

Do not be silly. The universe is only 14 billion years old. Like the Big Bang Theory theme song? Oh,? The theme song if you listen to it changes these days. Meaning from 14 billion years the theme song goes. The universe stopped expanding 14 million years ago. To when the earth moves close to the black holes, say 3,000 light years away to 1400 years. Listen to the reruns and realize the closer to the black hole, the closer souls get to a reality of some sort.

What do I mean? In 2017, when the music changed, I had almost the complete math formula on cosmofunnel figured out. Using Drake’s equation and Anderson Time Institute math formulas. The idea was I had been moving through a simulation for most of my life. How long?

Life went to shit in 1977. Yet? When I ask why it went to shit? The answer came back to an event nowadays in 1974. The three-year difference? Thus on the internet Anderson Time Institute there was a model of a satellite dragging earth’s light. According to the explanation, I recall this would make time slow down. Meaning? It was easy for me to believe that somehow earth had made copies of itself. I wrote and proof I had the next day. The thing I knew I had the show Counterpoint to watch. The math formula the East Germany scientist used, Yet, was a Tesla formula. Meaning? Well, there are over seven timelines. There is a Tesla reality, there is a German timeline. The others? I have talked to one soul from that place. Life is bitter to them. I understood something about what he said. Reality and time. So some place in time a satellite is dragging the light of the sun, making that earth slow down. Why?

Thus I asked about when I got West world HBO. The great machine or system of things. It changed the behavior of people. Once discovered that only life experience can motivate a person to do the right or wrong thing. They made a copy of the person. Not just one copy in 2017 or plus or minus billions of years ago. Drake’s equation shows how many earths are in the universe. The equation turned up 10 to the power of 193. And you add delusional or illusion realities 10 to the power of 195. You added the color spectrum something like the power of 200. Each time I went to the equation the symbols kept on changing adding more. Meaning? Well my computer crashed. Cosmofunnel which held a blog removed me without an explanation. My journal and math formulas censored me. And I am re-writing from memory numbers that I can no longer even remember the symbols for.

So how did they do it? Mirrors. During my travel specific May 2017. The sun stopped being yellow and turned white. At first I thought I was going blind. After investigating the reality of things. It turned out in 2003 when Katrina hit my world’s reality the earth’s sun covered up with a mirror. Why? To hide a rather large sun with several planets passing by in some realities. Look up hurricanes the size of Texas. When the binary sun passed by Saturn, it created a hurricane that will last years. And realize the destruction of a passing binary star on a planet. So what? Your soul was passing between worlds?

Well, through seeking I found a whole video of the dead red sun above these earths. I found articles on the internet along with an article on how a mirror used at 435 miles above the earth can supply earth with light. How? According to the article. My recollection was the focal point could be lit by a mirror. Size 10 miles wide and reflecting a small light the size of a lighthouse. Meaning? The mirror could as easily a weapon and would explain how fires in California burn down brick homes. Why? Well, to get all the people into the cities. So that when the end comes, there are not so many people to kill would be a speculation. Every television program is a training program. Think Escape New York City? The LA 2013 movie? The reference to Chicago being like New York? This entire program was to see what each individual would do during a time of crisis. For what purpose? Psalms 2 Kings are fighting a God or Gods. So how did they create this multiverse?

They used mirrors. How did they create clones and reality so similar to you? One might not even know they have been in hell since 1974? Time travel is the least problematic about this. Cloning or mirroring realities is not even that hard. Think of all the stupid video games and realize someone is most likely playing you. Clint boring 101. Today I am going to make him get up and write this absurd story.

The game expires. Both time and date the game has ended. And you are being played, not in just this reality. But you exist according to Drake’s equation if youre reading this. You might not even be in the right body or time frame. Say what? 

Example the Ethiopian calendar makes 2020 as the real 2012. They screwed the calendars up to move people through time. The Ethiopian calendar is the most accurate calendar. Meaning all those stories about the end of times. End times are upon those traveling with the Mandela effect.

So? Like in the West world, what if you one day wake up from status. Realize for some absurd amount of time they have held you captive? Then realize that almost everyone has hurt everyone. Meaning each soul you encountered somehow did something wrong to that other soul. What am I talking about? Journal entry to read.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 November 2019 earth date 10 to 20 variable on search billion years old. Expeditionary Force number 123.

Subject: Vaccine covid-19 patented.

Patent per patent online patent granted for the common cold.(Various)

They have released news of something in Wuhan, China.

Political parties have scorched earth’s policy. End time.

October 31st, I saw my sixth Blood moon. Next one to be seen 2035 per Full moon web page.

The day of judgment. When you get forgiven. For not playing the game of life with merit. When you leave the judgment throne room, find the guy that broke your tooth. And try to send him to debtor prison before they take you back to the throne room and are forced to pay for what? I do not intentionally try to hurt anyone in my life. And if I find I do, I apologize. That is the lie. The story prior pointed out that this was all a big betting game for some God entertainment. Well, gambling there are winners and losers. In this game, someone cheated. Was it me? I hope not. All I can say is the reality of time. Remove your clock, your calendar and live life with merit. The end of time is happening.

15 CHAPTER Avatar

They say the rich can have everything. The latest craze in reality was to live out your favorite hero or villain in an avatar body. Wild. The company simulation is so real that everything seems to be really happening. Being a billionaire was not enough. I wanted to be more. The scheme was simply to purchase the life of someone great. I searched on the roll deck for my favorite author. I came across him. He was a poet, and his journals inspired millions. Why not? I mean, what harm is done? Musk pulled the meteorite down, incorporated, and the lawsuits followed. Everyone on earth was a billionaire. With just tons of metal in deposit per citizen. So, what does a world populated with 8.5 billion people do?

The craze was to become smart. Then it was to play ignorant. Then to play world domination. And then? Well, if everyone is rich, who does the work? The funny part about that. Once everyone was rich doing their own thing. People worked for free. What? It was a sort of hobby. You got enough money to feed yourself for a thousand years and be educated. You get bored and try new things. 

Book clubs were my thing. Everyone was going through colleges, universities, becoming doctors of this or that. I was into reading books. Then writing absurd stories. Which were created into weird entertainment programs? So entertainment became a much more major part of life. The reality of the question was how to make life worth living. A life lived with merit. There were several thoughts. A republic for individual freedoms. A democracy where 51 percent ruled. There were even those giving up their freedoms to be part of a monarchy and socialist states. Utopia once reached is kind of awkward. Why? There is only so much that a race can do.

Meaning what do you do when you have studied everything under the sun. Are they able to predict this is this or that is that? You realize there is no actual chance. 

The paper stated laws of motions or gravity rule chaos. Even antimatter when deconstructed turned out to be a matter of absence of light. Meaning? Everything is light. When philosophy finally finished. The outcome was that let alone humanity, and all reality had rules. Those rules were part of some game ruled by bylaws and rules of gravity, motion and light. That everything was predictable. Being 8.5 billion billionaires kind of made the discovery. Well, frightening. What does a group of educated people do? Instead of being smart? They decide much like the book Being and Time if you did not know your history or that your life was predictable. The best way to find those lives worth living. Was to remove all thoughts or knowledge of the game of life. Then set up the game where everyone’s soul spread across a huge complex game created so that no one could win. And? See who would be the first person to win reality.

Say what? It sounds like 8.5 billion people just set up a huge gambling entertainment system to do what? To win what? That is the key. The what. How the rest of humanity would live. Would it be slavery as being turned into robots? Would it be a republic? A monarchy? A person living inside a box where they allow out to go home. But have to return to their prison the next day. Or not have enough pelts to feed themselves?

So a gigantic game was built. How? The mechanics, if I recall, where the machine would rip out the soul of its body. Then placed into a simulation of the great game of life. Supposedly the game was to last no longer than seven years. Yet, that is where the game becomes interesting.

Not everyone is happy to be rich. The Borg goal in perfect health for DNA modifications did not allow for any health problem. There were those that wanted to gamble on the game. Say what? Well, let’s start with the game. There were agreed-upon rules. Can not do this to them or that to them. Why would you want to play a game where you die right off the plate of life or up to bat? Yet, they could rearrange the rules. And that was how the game set up for about 33 percent of the players. Instead of a reality, they signed on for agreeing to. The game played them in positions you could or would say would be a living hell. So? 

Billionaires bet on whose soul would apply to the game of life. Say you signed on to be married to x for 40 years in complete love? To make the reality a gamble. They set a randomized setting up. To see what would happen to an exact opposite reality. Which was created in a separate section of the game? Meaning there was x plus x multiplied to the power of 200. Chance, you would end up with the person who would cause the most opposite reaction to the game of life. Say what? Sign up for the game of the story line. I fell in love with x. We live happily ever after. Instead, in the opposite reality, you are fickle to the emotion of love? 

Or x is fickle to the emotion of love. And happy ever after is an ending. Not the continuation of the story. In a fickle story line, to fall out of love is so weird you have to look at the story and say this is ridiculous.

So the game was in play. 8.5 billion souls put into the game at once. No two souls from the actual reality together. Now what happened there after? They placed 33 percent of the population in their opposite realities. Meaning? An example for the first part of their happy agreement upon life, their last name was Siegel. Then somehow in a 1974 family reunion the last name changed to Siegle. They did not give the reason to the child. Who had been rather bright and spelled his last name correct until 1977? I asked as of 2017 why the last name changed? I was told that each religion following got their last name. I did not think to ask why. They had given me an answer. To find out that Siegle’s were Lutheran. Siegel was Jewish. Sea Gals were Orthodox Russian sort of made sense. Why? Believe me, I wished I had asked more than accepted that hey we were German Russians from Odessa Russia. Stop asking questions. I was a kid. I am sure I asked more Yet I do not recall the answers anymore.

Meaning? Well, the game rigged. Each last name had a storyline with a story for that soul to follow. So what? Imagine yourself fancying yourself a talented writer. Only every other word you write these days has the red underline showing up? Or you signed up for a corporate life of working for pelts as long as you stayed in your cage or cube? Are you seeing the oddity of the story? What said 1.2 to 3 billion souls that were placed in an alternative story line? And how was this allowed? The program had rules in place after all? A storyline where a person supposed to grow does this and that becomes. Well, a mixture of other realities.

That is just it. They found it out. Not the first time around, not the second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth time around the game. Meaning? If you think life is deja vu. They knew exactly what they imagined and what story you could tell if everything you did to you was known beforehand by a supercomputer or group of people?

So on the seventh time around, the game figures out that something is wrong. Instead of fixing the game. Because where you went wrong or left and the other you won. The game backs up the story line to some certain point in time and places the soul in the final decision placement. Does the final decision make that life worth living with merit? Seems rather sad. In yet? According to the Internet journal. I kept from 2017 a wandering mind through the multiverse I am now 4.5 billion years old. Meaning for a while I was watching. How the internet would say the earth was going clockwise around the galaxy. Then counterclockwise, and next somehow a spiraling galaxy going from Sagittarius. Then to Pegasus, to Orion arm, to Orion spur, to Orion nebula.

Why? Evidence I am dead in my reality, which I assure the future already happened there and am dead. In a closed time curved loop reality. They do the ripping of the soul out of the body so violently. I doubt anything can survive.

My notes were on World mx. The start which went with Clint was watching the plumbing of the universe and galaxies. Wonder exactly where a nebula column taking a soul backward in time would or will end up? Heaven? Or hell? Or and here is the awkwardness of the story line. Will I end up as neither cold nor hot soup and the rules of the game shove me out into this? These realities again?

Anyway, so there I was, a billionaire, playing in some rigged game of souls. For what purpose? The only aim of the game is to live the life of merit. Or perfection. Say what? If God or the rule maker of this game says, I must decide whether you deserve to go to heaven or hell. If not, I vomit you out into the next rung of this reality. What is sad? Christ says those returning on this closed time curved loop. A vacation from hell, I suppose. Will gain seven more worse spirits. 

Meaning maybe this is my release day pass from hell in the freezer? Seven more fears or emotions to go? So? I think it happened in the fourth grade each year through high school I got called into the office and asked. Are you thinking of suicide? Since 2009 almost the same question. Listen I am a one-eyed one footed pirate in Bolivia who when went to the shrink was told he was living a past dead life. I breathed in my hand and said I felt the air? He said no. It was a belief I felt the air. I sort of argued. Now? Secrets? This is not real. You realize they lie about energy equals mass times light cubed. And that mass is light itself. The whole concept that you are playing in some rather boring scenario. The evil in this reality is corporations wild.

To see the end of time of tribulations. The mark of the beast is a cryptocurrency turning you into a slave or robot of a corporation. Well, seems like the most absurd story line in yet? Here you are and here I am. So does that make me a real boy? I wonder? If they brought the storyline to date. Those realities that were on earth 6.5 years old are gone. Here they say earth is 4.5 billion years old. Yet I point to the sun pictures behind the mirror and say the sun is red, showing a star/sun of 10 to 20 billion years old. But what about all those past realities that are gone? God cut them off according to the rule book and burnt. Kind of wild? 

Everyone you want to get even with might be a figment of some games imagination? What is even wilder? The realization that this has happened before. Why? Game play. Whoever is in charge bets on souls. You think that is crazy? Re-read Job enough times. You realize the Jewish lore that Job was to be Abraham of the gentiles the complete game makes more sense. Should or how does one get out of this game? Personal note, I accept that Jesus Christ is lord. I ask forgiveness. What else is there to do beyond that? The rule books are changing daily. Awkward.

Why? Changing times, changing realities. The statement the first will be last and the last will be first. Would seem to show that if I was the last one of many souls. The game is still in play. When I am done? Either the next stage in the game of life happens or maybe I awake into a new reality? Or hell, according to the story, here is a freezer? I think I have been living in the freezer for some time. It would sense my love of my sock. Not socks? No, I only have one foot and one sock. I got out of here. I wonder if keeping a sock as a pet will look weird? OR and here is the reality of this story. Is the sock keeping me as a pet?

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 March 20, 2020 earth date 10 to 20 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123..

Subject: Something has changed.

Has changed. Instead of one full moon. There are 12 full moons, blue moon, two super moons, and a strawberry moon.

Wild Blood moon has moved from 2035 to May 28, 2021.

AI is at work. The corporation is alive.

You are right. This sounds like one of my stories. I fell for a pet with a sock. Only to have the sock taken away and replaced daily with a new sock. When talking to the sock, no one cares that the stock answers back. Shh.. For those that watch Red Dwarf, this is after all a stolen story line. The reality of the question of Solomon’s statement. Again all stories, everything has already gotten done. What is new? That is the true romance story. To realize placing a soul within a game to play to see if they can win merit enough to stop playing the game of life. How? Play the game of life with merit. So good. Be good. Stop evil? Meaning Microsoft as the mark of the beast.

16 CHAPTER Perseverance

The reality of the question or perseverance is the whole question. The Mandela Effect versus Time Travel versus this is just one big game that has been on my mind. I remember writing about the big game in 2017. Right afterwards my computer went away along with most of my writings.. They deleted my blog on Cosmofunnel and Facebook decided I was not who I said I was for a time. So which is it? The time of tribulation is rather specific in the bible. It would seem those of us alive so far are going to be the first that were last of humanity. I suppose this is like the fifth, maybe seventh time. I have tried writing this before someone or something blots it out again.

What am I saying? Humanity has died a long, long time ago in this game. How long ago? Well, according to science a red sun is 10 to 20 billions years old. I reference Fallon, Montana google map. Look up in the sky and you will see the mirror you call a sun here along with the dead red sun. What does that mean? https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall

The end game is being played. Whether perseverance has paid off. And I get to see the end of time or whether now I am an evil thing that gets burnt at the end of time is something to wonder about. Now to how time travel is happening? Drake’s equation on a multiverse describes the details of numbers. Imagine 10 to the power of 200. Then imagine every single detail in your life being played out. Some realities you win, some you lose, some you are a nut who talks to his sock. What has got to do with perseverance. And time travel? Well.

This is a numbers game to find out where I will end up or for that matter where you will end up. Live with merit for these rules apply to you now more than ever. Some will go to hell, some to a second death, some to earth, some to a level one heaven, a level two heaven, a level three heaven. What about the levels above level three? I only read about level three where Paul goes and sees the future, which is the past, happen. Meaning? The reason you are going in a closed time curved loop is they already won the past. There is no future. Those realities that were yesterday gone. From CO2 gas coming out of the Atlantic freezing the east coast, Europe, and Africa. to nukes hitting Hawaii December 2017. The future which was older than heregone. What about the past? 

That goes into the numbers of things. They set this system of things up to do the most damage to the player. Meaning hurt the player as possible. To make sure you have merit before reaching some achievement level. So? The better, godlier you are. The less pain you will be in and more of the wild afterlife story you will have to tell, I suppose. Or and here is the wildest part. The closer you are to reality. To realize when Solomon talks about death and destruction, hearing whispers about God. Did not mean God died. It meant all reality outside of God well is dead.

That is nonsense. I can breathe in my hand and feel the breath of air. Are you sure? Read Belief and Time 1927, the Nazi had his moments. What if everything was the same, would you know the difference? Would you care? Would you care more than just a sock? I mean the whole concept that this life is a film. Ran through the sun as a projector in the future when the galaxy is running clockwise. When you realize you are dead running the film of life backwards yet again is a wild concept. Perseverance to keep on thinking of what it is you are seeing. While the events are happening to you makes reality a question of the mind. Is there no hope for humanity? The mark of the beast patent by Microsoft. ex CEO calling for people not to be allowed to work. Which would mean no money for food? Sounds rather evil indeed? Someone will stop this evil? Perseverance yes, I have seen a storyline where humanity survives. Sure that is good? No. I have heard the stories of what happens to them later. Better a quick death than to experience fear of life. Of course that is an opinion. Will it happen? It has happened before. Why or how? They rigged the game. By both players and a gaming program within the game. For how long? The original program per hearsay is supposed to be five millions long. The speed of galaxies moving around each other meant they sped those worlds up. And hitting each other means nothing.

Meaning here those five million years were up a long time ago. Have turned into an Internet guess of earth age means we have expired the game a long time ago. How long? Billions of years. Do the players get to go home if they are good? That is the sickness of the story. They do not talk level eight about in these realms. To realize battles fought. And souls lost. And this game played yet again is to realize maybe there is no end to the game?

That is why I write. Live with merit. Change your ways. Maybe if you do something good. This time around you, move up from the meek shall inherit the earth to level one heaven. Or go from hell to earth. Or? Well, realize if you can move up you can or could move down too. So be good. Believe in Jesus. He is not fake.

What events do I foresee? End of 2012 happens in September. Super moon August 31st. Here today Acts Peter talks about a blood moon being involved with Christ coming back. The date changes. It went from 2035 to the last I looked on May 21, 2021. Today? I am not looking it up. My memory is mine. What are the key events? Evil forcing the end of time? Or what about the Montauk project pulling off another United States survival? The end of the time of tribulation? The riots and looting are all government planned operations. To move the good away from the centers of disasters. And move the bad people into their locations. So when earthquakes, volcanoes, and weapons of mass destruction happen. They left the right people to rebuild.

So into this new worlds plural, time traveling to recent adventures I step. Perseverance trying yet again to save the human race? Why do I keep saying that word? Deja vu is happening a lot these days. I think I have been here before. To wonder about any plan nowadays would make me wonder more. Am I demented or a demon? I know this is not my body. Does it matter? To do good? To be good? Yes. It does. Be good. Why?

Being turned into a robot that can withstand scorpion bites is nothing you want to do in this life. To be a slave to a corporation is even worse than being evil. Without heart or soul. The corporation will keep you unhappy and locked into some sort of system of things that is not good for you at all. Think controlled reproduction. Whether they want you to work or go outside. If they want to downsize a section, turn on a virus and eliminate an entire group of people without even a care.

Think with all the deja vu going on. A lot of those with the Mandela effect have been here before.

Why is the plan only to be good? I got rid of Microsoft. Once I figured out the beast was cryptocurrency. And the patent read something like they make the Borg or cyclones. Who wants a robot to make your skin as a fur coat? Think this is a war. It is still going on. Be good for your own sake.

The danger? Being around any of the locations where riots are. Yes. Think they have played this game out already a long time ago. How? Anderson Time Institute describes the satellite drag across earth in a PFD. By using satellites the earth light dragged slowing time down. Think like West world. All the realities that were a future. You played out at speeds much faster than the viewers above it. Thus the first earths that discovered how to slow time down did it. Making them the first. So? It would mean that the last will be first to be judged. So? Well, I am still here. So I am not last, so I am still not judged. Means my soul does not go to heaven any more? I persevered to see. I am wondering myself. My dreams get more wild and sometimes eviler by the day. In the end, my plan is to stay the course. I want to see what happens. Will goodwin? If so great. If not?

What an interesting course of events to see. The last battle of reality and yet. That is just the lie. Why? The whole concept of closed time curved loop means either I will have to do this again or am dead. The realities. Meaning reality is everything can happen within them. Can or might just be a figment of an imagination or dream. In yet? The day the soul goes back within its soul. It continues down the path of life as if nothing had happened or that this was all just a dream. Is there hope? Yes, prayer. Will it work? I don’t have a clue. Maybe this is all some hoax or elaborate betting game in which I lost or won last round and here I am again. Why? To watch the resolution of the last battle. To watch the end of the system of things most likely. Is that good? It should be interesting. There are three endings at least here these days. There were other endings elsewhere, too. Reading a journal.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old. From Talon 123, last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7 16. June 20, 2020 earth date 10 to 20 variable on search billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123. Subject: Change operation failed. Follow up safe plan, failed.

• Platform: one censored.
• Platform: two removed.
• Platform: three complete platforms deleted.
• Platform: four fails safe.
• Might write a book and see what happens?

In my reality the bible required a temple to be built. Now Christ is in the temple. What does that all mean? Again I am looking forward to seeing the end battle of the system of things.

17 CHAPTER System of things

The system of things. Let me be honest, on May 18, 2016, prior to me being moved to a parallel backward time reality, I would have called this story nuts.

So beginning with I thought I was only in a multiverse. I noted earth seemed to be the same. One of my journals wandering minds through a multiverse is still online prose. Meaning I am censored. Meaning? South America was below North America. Now South America 2,400 miles east of that location in that reality. I find myself still with the same clothes, but instead of a warm climate I find myself cold. What does this have to do with the system of things? I check and my clothes have not changed. I still have my old shirts, pants, a sock, and shoes. I am unsure what to think about the person who was here prior to me. Was his body just adapted to the colder weather? If he is in my reality and I am in his. Is he thinking the heat is his entrance to hell? I mean, to be pushed down a rabbit hole of welcome to the multiverse kind of wild. They now lost my first 8 journals of which 6 to computer failure. Or censorship and other wild things make me wonder about this system of things.

Why, for example, is the group that I am traveling with call themselves the Mandela Effect? One person I talk to, I realize he died in an earlier version of earth. In yet? That just means I survived that reality, right? Meaning? Well. Let’s go through the death by earth’s conversations. Earth freezes to death in some reality when the Atlantic open blows CO2 gas out. Killing and freezing much of Africa, Europe and much of the east coast. To deal with this issue, they put Petroleum companies drilling for oil in the ocean. Why? To release the gas that is accumulating down there. The asteroid that hits earth and knocks down all buildings and everything in bunkers. 1997 version the military takes out the asteroid by slowing down earth. Using satellites in an orbit to drag or slow earth down. This explains the tilting of the world noted by people. And then pushing the asteroid faster past earth is blowing it up. My reality? Earth got fried. My earth was to walk outside of the Sagittarius arm into the x-ray universe.

Meaning? Thus for seven to 12 years earth was to be cooked. The last earth destruction story I have heard? December 12, 2017, someone hit Hawaii with a nuke. Laugh with me. Sounds like you should cry in the streets. Prepare for the end of the world. In yet? Now the corporation has patented a cryptocurrency to turn humans into batteries. (Revelation 13, Microsoft) Which if you read the patent states, the goal is to use humans as batteries? Sad, really. When you really look at the patent number, the digits go 060606. To think even the Umbrella corporation is calling for humans to be banned if they do not get vaccinated certification covid vaccine. When you look into what the ex Ceo has done. From sterilizing Africans to paralyzing Indians. To claims by Russia these days that the current Ebola outbreak is reported by Russia to be caused by the richest man in the world. http://themillenniumreport.com/2017/05/bill-gates-accused-of-starting-ebola-outbreak-in-african-village-by-putin/

https://www.ibtimes.sg/bill-gates-foundations-polio-vaccine-left-496000-indian-children-paralyzed-here-truth-45704

https://www.healthline.com/health-news/can-your-employer-force-you-to-get-vaccinated

https://www.healthline.com/health-news/can-your-employer-force-you-to-get-vaccinated

One has to look at the bible and rethink. Maybe the end times or times of tribulations are happening. And souls stolen from their bodies a long reality time ago are returning to their bodies for the last show.

Are memories reliable? You look into Bill Gates statements on wanting to use RNA vaccination. And realize that there is a correlation between RNA damage and dementia. https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/could-medications-contribute-to-dementia-2018052313872 

Caused in the brain because the vaccine uses human RNA, which destroys the RNA receptors in the brain. One can almost see why all the Mandela affected people concerned with the change in the bible. Meaning for them the book in bible name Zachariah changed to Zechariah upset them. And the realization that this world has a zombie prophetic ending. Meaning for those into Science fiction if you watched Resident Evil. Think Microsoft is just one of many companies. Which are planning to depopulate the world these days? Using the system of things. How? From demanding vaccinations. To say who can work. To who can reproduce. To if the implant works like the patent says. Controlling your body’s emotions and senses, regulating you as a battery. Sounds like the Matrix. Wild is it not to live in the system of things. And realize if the bible is correct to watch the end of time or time of tribulation.

What should a person do in this world? Plan? The corporations got all the money. Think instead of giving the people money to purchase food and items. Most, if not all, the stimulation packages went to the corporations. Right? Right at this moment they are in a holding pattern. For what? Death to the right of us. Plague to the left of us. Our souls charge directly into the war between? China/India. China/Vietnam, China/Taiwan, China/North Korea? Is that what is being waited on? The next seal in the bible to be broken?

People say but hey that is not how the bible reads. Think about Jewish writings. They read left to right. Not right to left. Meaning? All those people in bunkers in New Zealand. The government taking their automatic weapons. And without automatic weapons, the night of the living dead.

The attacks will continue. ex Ceo on Netflix in his documentary says there will be more plagues. So expect more diseases to pop up. Think V of the movie, in fact. Wild, I know. In yet, timeline wise is this not when the vaccines and wars got to the stage where the movie V ends?

The hard choices. Be a corporation robot. To die fighting communism when they start their war. What goal is there in the end times? To survive? Believe in Jesus.

Maybe pray like I never have done before. The hard choices ahead are just coming upon the stage. Famine a fourth in the world. War a fourth of the world. Plague a fourth of the world. Conquering armies, which if you read in some place in the bible.

Now sounds like the media is playing off heaven as aliens coming out of the Turkey dam region these days. Escalating tensions around the world. Seems ripe for Umbrella corporation to step in to cause panic. Is there a final plan of escape for the Mandela affected souls? No. There is no escaping to a future that is left dying or dead. Storm the castle. maybe force a change. Yes, maybe we all could just relax. Instead of hating. Love. Stop being evil and greedy for a change. That sounds like a very reasonable plan of action. I mean better than dying of starvation, plague, war, or something worse. Worse? Think about taking the mark of the beast. Remember all those alien movies where the military tries to mix humans with others? Humanity is not fair with other races. Is the death of humanity caused by some failed military super soldier program to resist pain?

The microchip turns off your human emotions. Making you more of a drone or robot. How so? What person would not trade bread for gold? Someone that was programmed to do as told. Is there a chance of a change in sight? Believe in Christ. Pray. Make things right. The ultimate battle, if one realizes, is already fought. Meaning if you read the book left to right. Which in a closed time curved loop makes sense these days? All the Mandela affected souls are going back to their bodies for the day of judgment. Meaning? An end of time. The last battle was done. There is now just an end in sight. So an unseen war. 

War between corporations, God, and humanity’s souls. Journal reading.

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth 4.4 billion old from a place in time which once said 6.5 billion years. Talon 123 last of the legion. Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7. 16 August 31, 2020 earth date 10 to 20 variable on search billion years old. Expeditionary Force number 123.

Subject: Speculation so this is what the end looks like?

Failed military experiment to stop invasion force creates a humanoid devoid of emotions. Dementia in the brain most likely zombies of the past future.

Failure to stop the changed nRNA humans murder, humans are turned.

End report awaiting Volcano in Bolivia.

Treaty with fairies voided. They have retrieved fairy creek treasure.

Something to think about this time traveler’s story or tale. Why? Well. if the internet age of the earth is right. And I was on an earth saying it was 6.5 billion years old May 18. 2016 is going to hit the next galaxy in 365,000 years. That would mean here when the earth is 4.5 billion years old and the next galaxy is to hit in 4.5 billion years old. I just might be one of the oldest story tellers you will ever read.-

1 Beginnings

Life is not what I expected life to be like. I was a variable or a person who lived outside the system of life. I lived on an edge that few people believe. Do an internet search on Clinton R. Siegle or type in the name on LinkedIn. A wild tale of a Montanan traveling the United States ending up in Bolivia. Where Sundance died, along with years later, Che. Sort of example of legends to live or die up to. The current setting for me. La Paz Bolivia, a cafe close to the embassy. I am watching people. Why? Read far into this tale to find out. The excitement of seeing the day walked by. I got up and followed. I wanted to see where these strangers went. Why? Again, farther into this story, I will explain. The person I followed ducked into a construction site. I had not noticed it there before. At what time did it change or not built or what happened to the home that was there? That question happened a lot these days. My first journals were all about the details changing. Details? Brands, history, people’s names, locations, and colors. Everything is changing. Say what? Let me begin with where I remember living for 45 years. According to a poem by me which is censored here. I wrote a poem detailing life on earth. Where? When I searched the Internet, the results showed that earth was on the Sagittarius outer arm of a galaxy 377,000 in diameters. No known black holes. The year 2016 plus or minus and time reference point 4.5 billion years into a future that no longer exists. Why 4.5 billion years? My poem I wrote about how weird life was about to get. Earth was about to step outside the galaxy for a bit. That bit correlated with 1500 year destruction cycles. (Siegle, 2018, plus or minus billions of years or just the last moment.) One reads about history. Say what? The last time earth stepped outside its galaxy borders. There was a drought so bad in 400 to 600 AD that half of China ate the other half. People forget those tales. If one is a religious person.

The other time, Planet X visited earth. Another drought was noted in the Bible and the Torah when Joseph saved Egypt. Where Egypt gained enough gold to still make it one of the largest gold deposit holders in this time, too. The other notable time? Noah’s flood. Again Torah and Bible statement when North America Yellowstone blew. When North America attacked Russia. The water coming from the heat of beaver dams wiped out the valley of the Mediterranean. Where life was easy and good. The visiting red dwarf star along with Planet X was close. Anyway, back to 4.5 billion years. There I wrote that earth math showed earth would run into the next galaxy in 365,000 years. (Siegle) While here? 4.5 billion years. So this is a time traveler journal. Let me make this clear. The mystery is why and how and well. A tale to read while wandering in the night streets. A reason you look at the strangers seated in cafes trying to figure out who or what is going on?

So time travelers journal? Why are you writing it this way? I suppose the last 10 journals I wrote did not meet with anyone’s expectations? I mean, what is at stake in a journal, a tale, a mystery of time, after all? Time? How can you say you are 4.5 billion years old? I have been reading your journal “A wandering mind through the multiverse” since 2017 and well. It is noteworthy. What are you trying to say? I suppose I watch the time of tribulation with speculation. Speculation? Time of Tribulation? Where? Why? That is the end of the story. I am at the beginning. Let me begin with where I was at.

On May 18, 2016, plus or minus 4.5 billion years into a future, I lived on a parallel earth. I wrote poetry. Short pirate stories read by many people at one time. There I can say I read on www.deagel.com that the earth had 8.5 billion people. The United States has 365 million citizens and 29 million illegals. Say what? Are you trying to say you have seen the rapture? Yes, another and no.

The alternative world I awoke on May 19, 2016, was so close to mine. If I had not been vision impaired, I would have not noticed the dramatic change in colors in my room. Quality has changed. It was a better world than mine. In what ways? At first I did not realize the dramatic loss in population. Which was 2.5 billion people? Say what? When I looked I was on an earth with 6 billion people. What I noticed was that the colors were more real. Like stepping from an old color television into a modern color TV. That first day I noticed all the public transportation was much newer. My world we were using late 1990 vans and cars. In this reality? Everything was close to 2013 or newer. Much to my surprise. Where did all this extra money come from? Meaning the improvement was dramatic. I investigated. I did a lot of research from the Internet to books.

What I discovered was a change in empathy and how life went in those different worlds. Meaning? My world in 1967 Roe versus Wade occurred. From that date on to 2016. I knew from radio and political ads that 40 million people had gone because of abortion in my United States. Here is the reality today: Roe versus Wade occurred in 1973. Since that date, the United States has aborted double the United States citizens. What am I saying? That the rapture is man made via policy changes made to ensure certain populations. Come now, the Bible is not the government. No. But time travel and stories seem to be the truth. The rapture was invented by Darby in the 1840s. Why or how? I speculate on that. I had found 40 million US citizens. In that these realities abort double the babies than in my reality. Still, that does not explain billions or billions. No. Yet, when I searched. I found China actually enforces the one child policy and forces abortions since 1973. So this story is about time travel, rapture, and?

My journal is about my reaction to how life changed. Along with how I have changed since discovering these realities. I worried I was missing people; you see. My Facebook network seemed to be f with profiles that were no longer used. Were they aborted? Did they not survive whatever brought me to this reality in time? If this is not an odd enough question. Think how people that knew me must have felt when I wrote them about these ideas and changes.

My journal recorded how the earth’s geographical land masses moved. South America moved for 80 some days going east south. Meaning from where South America in my memory for 45 years was. To which is where South America is now below North America, plus 2400 miles east south of that location. Meaning? Santiago, Chile, I was to book a flight there to San Francisco; changed, it was an 11 hour flight. Now? 25 or 27 hours depending on the airline. That is only your memory playing tricks on you. Sure, sure. What about Japan being off the coast of China, not Korea? Or New Zealand, one island above, not below Australia? Or that Mongolia never was part of China? I could go on. I do in some journals for some 100s of examples of changes of things, locations, and realities of things.

So the reality? At first I thought I was in parallel realities. I was on the Sagittarius arm for 80 or more days. Then that changed; too. I went to Pegasus after a while. Now. I suppose I should say that on earth. Wild. Why? The luck there I saw was beyond crazy. I wrote long examples of kids kicking soccer balls into the same two foot area 11 times in a roll. The speed was faster, meaning the bus reaching locations that took 20 minutes in half the time. From there, I noted the earth went to the Orion arm, then the Orion spur, and now the Orion nebula column. To be billions of years old, watching planetary loops each night of a story for you to read the rest. Well. I can point out I am partially blind, one footed, and was a noted poet at one time. So let me say this journal is to investigate for me along the way what has happened to my journals online in every way. From journals. That were online poetry sites, social platforms, and hard hand-written copies. The hard choices I have had to make. Along with what is my goal in this journal? To change your mind. To change humanity’s ending, I suppose. What will happen? For those Ray Bradbury fans, this is where the story gets good. For those that have read this far? Meah. Keep in the journal and get better. For those forced to read this because of some time traveling study course.

Thanks for reading this short story, I suppose. Come along with me for a tale of no return at looking at the surrounding reality in any normal sense of the way. The same way.

What are the dangers of this thought or ideology? My doppelgänger wife sent me to 15 or 17 doctors after I told her what I was seeing. You might pray to God. That magical portals exist and if you are not willing to go. Sometimes you might end up pushed into a new reality.

This journal is to give hope to those people, fearing the Mandela Effect. To realize that they are not alone. That the television Lost had more meaning than one would expect.

This journal is to investigate what I have learned over the years. To think about reality and the significance of what I am trying to communicate.

The obvious issues? I am a partially blind, one-footed insane guy living in La Paz, Bolivia. This complete book might be fiction or nonfiction to him. Reality might change? Your concept of a story might improve something today. While destroying an ideology tomorrow? Investigate a journal entry from the beginning of this journal. Which is no longer available online?

Last of the ten general reports. Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet. Earth 6.5 billion old from Talon, 123 last of the legion.

Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7

16 June 2016 earth date6.5 billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123.

Subject: Plans of German timeline discovered on the internet. Source: Link now defunct recollection information the time wars went badly. Agent Talon 123. This agent is reliable and has worked in the past three operations. On projects to avoid Heaven. He was in close contact with General Slevin, General Miller, and General Flashman. During the following three campaigns. They celebrated his performance for 365 years prior to the Reich’s fall on Ali mania.

1. A principal messenger sent into the future to detect the breakdown of the system of things. Event has occurred. What exactly? Prior to the astounding rediscovery of Talon 123. Memory contact with program code name Alice. Detail meetings occurred Oct 24 through November 7. At which point they forced Talon 123 to give up the project’s end game.

2. Talon 123 states: That all efforts need to fall back to the grid provided via General Slevin. In prior reality reports. Below, the known time has to be done to save them. They leave what little of this reality is in time.

3. Blow reality to be watched by Talon 123. End game scenario to be played out 123 has already been lost in the past. This game has no benefit in time. Talon 123 recommends pulling out those able to leave immediately. The end of this timeline is approaching.

Remember, I am writing this journal. To show my investigation of my time travelers through the universe. What are the final ideological questions to ask before I continue? Besides telling you that the rapture is man made, along with government policies? That is your concept of your world. Specifically, the plural world’s system of things needs to change for humanity to survive. Or? Humanity dies. That seems like a lot of work for a fiction or nonfiction book to cover. So let me begin again. Starting with what I have discovered. This along with my time as a pushed time traveler into the reality in which I find myself today.

A Mandela effect Time Traveler on Speculation

To gain some understanding of my speculation, I have to read other journals. This example is from one journal. The journal helps me realize that. Everything is a question. Meaning quotes, books, ideas that were not in my reality or if they were, I never heard them change people’s lives.

“Reading a book gives us somewhere to go when we stay where we are.” Here they say Mason Cooley said this. I look and I do not recognize his name. Not a surprise, I suppose. Me being in a dark room without light writing this one more time. I mean well. My awakening happened May 19, 2016, in La Paz, Bolivia. I had been on earth according to the Internet on the Sagittarius arm. Of a galaxy, according to the internet. Which was 377,000 light years across? I was on the outer arm of that galaxy, and in 2016, I knew they discovered no known black holes in any scientific journal. Meaning? Either our technology is or was or will be not as good as here. Or that information had not made it out to science magazines. Now, as is or was or will be a statement. According to the internet on that earth, the age of earth was 6.5 billion years old. Meaning? Well, here today the Internet infers that this earth is 4.5 billion years old, which is a lie. That would mean I come from a future at least 2 billion years older than here. In yet? I remember writing a poem on Cosmofunnel about the death of the earth.

I wrote about how earth’s galaxy was to collide with the next galaxy in 365,000 years. So? Well. Here the math is 4.5 billion years. Makes one wonder. Are you mad? Yes. Let me agree with you here and now. I am mad. Insane? I doubt that. Mad, yes, but not insane. So where was I? As yes, my room. I am here for the safety of those that plot evil. Why? Most likely I would do something stupid if let out of my gated room with gates and five doors. Like what? Tell you a story?

Thus a story? Yes, a story about a time. Which time story? There are many stories about reality and time. So a reality story? You are mad. What makes you think I want your reality? A reality in space, time, story. Space time? What has that got to do with anything? Space time has a lot to deal with reality and the system of things. System of things? What do you mean? Are you going to go to Jehovah’s Witnesses? No. I argue with them, and after a bit they left too. Why? I won the argument. How? Awe-inspiring stories? I doubt it. Showing them sermons that make no sense in today with the bible they have? Seldom works. Math? Yes, math space.

What do I mean? The future is gone. This is the past. And you are living in my dream for today. Laugh with me. Lol. Laugh all you want.

The book Being and Time 1927 by the German philosopher Martin Heidegger can explain it more than I can. What has being and time have to do with living in your or to be specific in my reality? Well. This being the past. And I did not know I was becoming a spacetime traveler. Or believing or knowing about time travel outside of conspiracies that is part of the story I am going to tell you? Why? In hopes you change your ways? I suppose that would be nice. To get something off my conscience? No. My conscience is or has its own problems. Your soul? Or reality,

How so? If I tell you I have experienced the rapture so many times that I ponder about reality, you would laugh. The first 80 day’s journal if I could get to would explain in more detail what I did and who I wrote and well. Let me be honest about who I freaked out. Freaked out? I am a writer. I was a poet. I attempt to write poetry here. Yet, my greatest works are lost now in some bizarre future that can no longer exist.

I doubt your soul is in my conscience. Unless you did me wrong or knew of me for 45 years. I doubt anyone really is alive outside my valley of experience these days. Then why write this journal? Same reason I wrote the other nine journals, which are gone. Or censored or not written or destroyed. To make me think. And to make me wonder? Thus to make me believe and hope? Hope? I ponder about hope these days.

So what is it I want? The argument against this book? You are not 4.5 billion years old, Clint. Sure, sure, I don’t feel a day over 50. Your body has always been here on this earth, Clint. Sure, sure, this body had been here always. Your memory and poetry are bad. Here I would disagree on the memory part. You see my journals. Wherever they are now or where they are to be at. I documented pretty much where I saw what I saw, so my memory would have something to look at. And as for my poetry being bad? Even here my poems get read. Not like they used to be. But besides my poetry being even bad, people read it. Okay, your stories are worse on this earth, Clint. Well, to be honest, I am a rather wild writer. I wanted to be a cook or a pirate. My cooking is illegal in my household. Why? It causes dreams.

My pirate stories? I write to them and a few people remember them. So few readers out of 3 million readers that used to be. Used to be? Yes. Time. What is time? The past, present, and future, I suppose. The past is always the past for somewhere in the future; you see. And the future? Well, that too is a past for me at present. How so? That is the mystery, is it not? My first journal “Help, help, I have been kidnapped”. I thought I was only going to parallel realities during the writing of that journal. Why? Time on the Internet showed huge dramatic leaps into the past.

Then those parallel realities changed. Spelling, history, color of my eyes, stories. Ah, yes, stories. That is the most hard part, the stories change. Example? I gave my date that I picked up my future wife from the airport. I wrote about it several times elsewhere. So repeating it here will not be so bad, I suppose. I picked her up after a miracle. I got on the highway. Headed into Seattle to our hotel room and a neat place I had found online to eat at. I had my printed directions and drove. Only 3.4 miles turned into 5 miles and still no left turn. Then the sign says “Welcome to Canada”. Now the problem. My wife is from Bolivia. She is a naturalized citizen now. Back then? No. So I got off at the next right exit. Drove back to the United States. I am not adding more detail. So what is the big deal? Seattle here is 150 miles due south of Canada these days. I doubt I could be on the highway filled with buildings in Seattle. Then drive into Canada. So you are mistaken. Laugh with me.

This is where the Jehovah Witnesses in 2017 and my wife get involved. My wife remembered this occurring. And the Jehovah’s Witness being from Canada had a lengthy discussion with her. So math wise Seattle from Canada 150 miles. So? Well. I explained the rapture.

The rapture? Are you sure you are not a Jehovah’s witness? No. They do not believe in the rapture. And surprise, after fact checking, neither do I. Time travel occurred. Policies laws, judges bribed. Evil allowed it to flourish in past future realities.

What do I mean? My world abortion legalized in 1967. My US of A had 365 million citizens in May 2016. I was counting people in each state for some wild ideas I had on the election process. So I knew that number. I also knew the world’s population was 8.5 billion. The 8th billionth child pronounced to be a baby girl in India in 2014. She got free college tuition. Kind of big news in my world. But what has that got to do with this reality? Nothing. On the first few days of my venture in time, space reality. I watched the world’s population fluctuate from 6 Billion to as high as 9 Billion on www.deagel.com. I was in a panic and spoke with lots of people. And there were lots of people in a similar situation and they spoke of how their worlds were ending. One lady spoke of her world having 12 billion people. Her story included how a CO2 gas cloud came out of the Atlantic ocean. Wiping out much of Europe, the east coast, and Africa. So what has this got to do with the rapture? The twinkle in the eye per the bible one will soon be taken and one left?

I thought I got left behind. And math wise I did not enjoy knowing that, so I went hunting. What did I hunt for? Deagel.com, CIA databases, along with several other places. History, like I said, changes. The number of deaths in the US civil war. My reality as a meme showed 545,000 in my timeline. Here a similar meme shows 654,000 Yet if you look at citizens the number could go up to 1.8 million deaths. Wild. I thought I had found where people went. War? I kept on looking. My shock was the first in China. In my reality, China has conquered no part in Mongolia. Here in the 1920s, evidence shows they conquered a good portion of the country. I expected to see a bigger population there. But no. Here in 1973, with the US allowing abortion, China went along with that practice too.

They murdered 500 million more people with an abortion. Wild. I kept on looking and found that in 2016, Pakistan had 750 million people. Why did I know this? I had reasons. War was something I followed, and the question was when or if China and Pakistan or India went to war. Who had the numbers on their side to win? Yet, the issue was Pakistan does not allow abortion. What happened? So again, back to databases. The CIA database on who watches the most homosexual porn. It turns out Pakistan allows homosexuality here. In my reality? They stoned many people. Meaning? I had found the reason for fewer people. Sexuality had changed. Why or how? I kept on looking. During my travels, I found the Montauk project. Which led me to the Anderson Time Institute, which over time added more detail on time travel? Meaning? Well, to begin with a few countries time traveled per the website. Then India, China, Japan, and England were all added. When India added, that was when I realized. India had somehow changed the minds of the Muslim religious leaders. And thus the less population. Because of sexuality, orientation outside of heterosexuality at this time. Here in this timeline. We do not kill them.

So, time travel, the rapture, reality, time, and why I think you all are a figment of my imagination in a dark room? Yes. I suppose I should continue on that topic. So, with the rapture put out of my mind. That I was not so evil that God had rejected me. And 538 friends failed in concern that hey, I am gone. Or someone might possess me? By some third world being. I got more involved with reading on time travel. The insight full reality that time travelers have changed realities. To be specific several times made me question why? I am here and evidence I do not change behavior. If so, someone should ask the evil corporation to pay taxes. I mean, come on, income tax pays 93 percent of government funding. While corporations pay 7 percent of taxes? This made me realize that much of time travel is used by corporations. Well. One specific. On my world May 18, 2016, the news announced Bayer was to purchase Monsanto for 66 billion dollars. Here they buy the company much later and for a much less price. Almost like they know how much their lawsuit will cost them.

So this is to be about time travel then? Sort of about the thoughts of a person watching. Time, space, reality, belief in Time, and a soul searching. Searching for a meaning to life and why cheese sucks so badly in these past realities. Yes. I suppose that is my plan. To tell you a story. A wild story? Yes. To change you? Maybe. I doubt in reality I can change anything. I picture you enslaved by the corporations. I mean, I already see that 93 percent of your life is spent on paying taxes. While the rest is paying them through stimulation packages, tax breaks, incentives too. To what, actually? To stop creativity. I mean, when is the last major advancement in personal computing? Where are the virtual reality machines or holographic reality centers? That is the secret, is it not? Their patents are already in the patent office.

This reality is on a pause, sort of speaking. A pause for what? Well. If I am in the future and my future is dead. This being the past. Means each reality as belief in Time points out reanimates for a soul to pass through. A soul? Specifically, those souls stolen via an evil plan to stop the last day of judgment. I thought we were not going down Jehovah’s witness pathway. I am telling a story. You can stop. I mean, this is your reality, not mine. My reality is in a dark room. This? This is not my reality. So the plan is to change the past? I can warn you. I can not change you. Warn us about what? The mark of the beast in the bible. Thus for those into Scientology the movie The Time or becoming a battery to an evil corporation. Or for those into Star Trek. Humanity on this time line might become the Borg. Per the patent as a hive mind setup so that all creativity is owned and operated by a corporation. That may or may not like your music, your writing, your taste in pizza. Come now, some futurist I am warning realities about what they are? Or have already warned about time and time again. Do not stop being human. Live Humanity. Stop being EVIL. So do good. Be well or good. Sounds like a broken record.

A repeating record. Whose reaction does not seem to cause an outcry. By churches, seeing a corporation patent the mark of the beast. A time loop traveler shouting out to humanity, “HEY being human is not all bad”. We have pizza, after all. And we have music. We have art. But for how long? What am I saying? Think. Think before thinking becomes illegal. A stolen meme? Yes. But think. Think human. Think. The attack on humanity is already here. If you pay attention, an outside influence or madness controls the small elites. The rich state they want to change your DNA. To cause others or you to be paralyzed. To stop you from reproducing. Why? Profit? I guess. What profits a man if he gains the entire world and loses his soul?

So time travel, corporations, reality, the end of time. Anything else in this mad story? I suppose I could point out that in some realities they found Amelia Earhart’s plane. In another reality already I had the links and now that too gone. Or the censor found and deleted it. But that journal now censored and I ponder which part freaked reality most. The part of wandering mind through the plumbing of time. When Clint had to ask himself. Going from the top Sagittarius world to a Pegasus world to Orion’s arm to Orion’s spur, to an Orion nebula column. That awkward question on plumbing. And where does a soul end up in the reality of moving, possessing other people’s bodies for a day in their lives? Does that make me a demon? Possession is 9 tenths of the law. In yet? I do not feel all that evil. I could be? Sure. I knew people in my world. What does that mean? Think if you told a person a story. What power does that story have over you? What? Only so many people can listen to great crimes and influential people trying to find someone to talk to. Kind of sad. Real sad, reality sad. Some of the greatest minds and stories in reality prove. Which I collected lost. Not because the people do not want to tell them. No. They lost because people do not have anyone to listen to them. Do you listen to them? Sure. I gave them a story for a story. I had or have or will have more stories. Whether you believe them is up to you. And I? I can listen. I am older, at least according to the internet, than the average person.

So people tell you stories. They did. And they are doing. In the future, they will try again. So what? Well. Think about reality. Think how, in one reality, one of your deepest secrets might not be so deep. To a copy or a person so close to you. That well, a soul could step into your shoes and they know everything that you did or do or are thinking. And well. Tell the story to a stranger. No one does that. You would end up surprised. The lonely people are all around you. So? What one story can do to you in one reality can change your reality in another forever. What do I mean? I will tell you a story. For my life, I never understood why someone I knew wanted to live where she lived. I knew she loved the people. But for the life of me, the culture sucked. The people were mean to her. And I can say I did not enjoy the environment at all. I called it hell. So imagine for 45 years living with this person. Then visiting her in another world. And she tells you the truth. A story that makes this whole stupid living in hell make sense to her. Still makes little sense to me.

And you realize. She was once in love. That she loved someone else and, for whatever reason, ended up with your father is or was or will be wild. That I knew now that her mind had swapped out for her to hate my father these days. Yes. That she knows she is traveling as I Am. She does not talk about it anymore. Why? When people have one thing to say and say it. They reserve themselves. Why? I do not know. Secrets in one reality make people free in another. Sort of like that lost plane found in one reality and not here or here. Who knows? Tell me a secret and wait. Then ask again and sometimes I will tell you the same story. Yet. Where you turned left or stopped or did not say this is this or that is that. Well. Someone so like you to be your clone said “Well, I did this”. And with that, your entire life could change.

My most recent secrets were told to me by someone that is old. His memory is that the Battle of Hastings happened in 1006, not like here in 1066. Say what? Time change? No. The best reality television program or fiction program that comes closest. These days that explains the West world on HBO. Some realities sped up. How? Anderson Time Institute talks about satellites placed in an orbit. That could hide and slow down earth’s reality for a time. So he came from a faster reality? Sure. What was he telling me? He told me he was older than I. Which, in some sense, is a truth. Not the truth, but a truth. We discussed odds and ends. He confessed to be a magician. I was disappointed. Disney was a magician. Here I see magic used wrong. Yet, his claims were worth listening to. He got upset and de-friended me. Why?

When I pointed out that a certain CEO had committed a biblical sin. So what do I see the change to be? I guess the mounting danger is nothing new to those that watch the news. Plague a hoax or reality? The mark of the beast slavery to a corporation or loss of humanity? Earthquakes in California? Volcanoes in Bolivia, Montana? Nukes in Minnesota, New York City? The mounting forces of evilness are all there. Predicted both by Christianity’s book of Revelation. And now by Scientologist. That they were told to listen to their movies, and by Ayn Rand or Star Trek Prime Directive do not harm humans. In yet? Do I see the forces of reality trying to work against evil? That is the wild part of the Montauk project story. One that is even older than the 1006 battle of Hastings. You see when souls are stolen and hidden among the universe’s galaxies for a purpose? The goal was to assassinate Christ by placing an assassin within heaven. Thus the story of a man that can not talk when met by God and asked why he was not wearing the right clothing. God is powerful. His reality is also real. All this? All of this? If this is my imagination, fine, no problem. If this is part of a story that is real? Walk away from doing evil. Stop being evil. Do right. Why end humanity, and the worlds because of some delusional story that one man can own the world or worlds for a time?

An acquaintance of his and a person I knew about a seal in the bible. And that the bible was being forced to respond to the prophecy of the mark of the beast. Kind of sad. His remarks were that his friend the CEO in college did not know about Revelations and the mark of the beast. I was astounded and told him again a name. What is in a name? A name can make or break a reality. So with that name, he befriended me. Sadness. Change. People need to change or they end up in some looped reality in which the end is awful. Depending on how you see humanity, I suppose.

What is my plan or recourse to evil? Tell you a story. Hope you read it. Most likely the censors will have it hidden or deleted before more than a few dozen people will read it. Storm the castle? No. I am not into that anymore. Action is for those that are or will be bold. Pray? I pray. In yet? I am unsure of what will happen in each reality. Why? The bible has changed for me again. Not for you. No, your bible has always been like it reads here. For me? The changes are significant. There is a narrowing path. Will I make it? I repent daily. My dreams are more vivid. You can only wake up with your mouth tasting of blood so often before you realize something as a time traveler. If this is not a dream, then when I dream might not be a dream either. So what?

2. Ender’s Voyage Through the Abyss

Awakening in a closed time-curved mirror reality was nothing short of extraordinary. In 2012, Ender, the pirate and time traveler. Hurtled through a black hole, setting the stage for a bewildering adventure. Along the way, he crossed paths with Alice, an encounter that unfolded in a parallel. Mandela Effect-altered future. Earth resided in a Milky Way galaxy spanning 377,000 light years. With the planet’s age tallying 6.5 billion years. Notably, on this Earth, no black hole had graced any telescope’s lens. The notion of black holes was merely a hypothesis. As none had yet materialized on any astronomical instrument.

Ender’s earliest experiences were a kaleidoscope of strange ideas and events. Witnessing the United Kingdom’s alternating stances in the European Common Market. He found himself perplexed. As the nation oscillated between staying and departing on particular days. His initial encounter with A.L.I.C.E occurred just months before these events. Immersed Ender in creating a poetry book when his computer malfunctioned. This peculiar disruption hinted at the possibility of time travel. His computer files displayed new dates, even for documents he hadn’t recently accessed.

These mysterious date alterations led Ender. To question whether he had been traveling through time. Even before his descent into the black hole. To test this hypothesis. He created specific files that opened spontaneously, without any manual intervention. A.L.I.C.E was part of a parallel realm exploration. Seeking specific individuals for their unique journeys.

Ender’s journey unfolded within a remarkable room, offering a unique window in time. Daily, he could observe the movement of a mountain outside. And witness South America’s migration across vast distances. Concurrently, the alignment of celestial bodies shifted from Mercury, Mars, Earth to Mercury, Venus, Earth.

Chronicling these surreal events. Ender began maintaining a journal, capturing the enigmatic nature of his time-traveling odyssey. The challenge lay in reconciling these experiences with four decades of skepticism. About time travel. Ultimately thrusting him into a bewildering narrative.

Ender’s journey led him to explore time travel secrets concealed within biblical texts. The phrase, “I am the beginning and the end,” led to profound contemplations. Could Christ’s statement allude to a closed time-curved loop? Where he marked the beginning and end of a temporal cycle?

Ender’s tireless research introduced him to Anderson’s Institute of Time. A source that illuminated various time travel technologies. The concept of closed time-curved loops. Explained phenomena like déjà vu and time lapses. As time traveled eons in days. History, geography, and memory underwent continual transformations.

Investigating time travel brought Ender to a perplexing realization. Someone had accessed his computer files long before his temporal journey began. The question of why he was being drawn into the past gnawed at him.

The turning point arrived when Ender awoke in a new reality in April 2016. The quest to uncover A.L.I.C.E’s identity and motivations spanned eons, but Ender persisted.

Ender’s initial reaction to his time-travel experience led him to seek therapy. Sharing his tales with a therapist eventually resulted in medication.

Ender’s original plan for secrecy was discarded. As he began to write and share his experiences with acquaintances who he believed might understand. However, his efforts were met with indifference.

Anderson’s Time Institute provided him with in-depth insights into time travel technology. Extensive research unveiled significant discoveries, including time-traveler artifacts. Photos of J. C. Penny, and films featuring “Mirror, mirror on the wall.” The realization that the people he interacted with were sometimes long deceased. Spanning eons or billions of years. Left Ender struggling to comprehend the surreal nature of his experiences.

Ender’s most formidable adversary was his own mental acumen. In accepting the notion that everything conceivable had transpired. Even his journey into the black hole. Perhaps as his last ten minutes of cognitive activity. With only his internal observation of biblical fulfillment affirming the existence of God.

Intense mental confrontations with new ideas and alternate histories became a recurring aspect of Ender’s existence. Revisiting his initial journals, he noticed daily changes in numbers, geography, and brands.

Ender’s collaboration with Mandela Effect enthusiasts revealed that they too were time travelers. His evolving quest began to make sense. Leading him to believe that in death, he would return to his original body for the day of judgment.

A.L.I.C.E’s silence became conspicuous, prompting Ender to confront the notion of his own malevolence. A reinterpretation of Revelation 20 suggested that the evil one would be sent to Earth. To be consumed in a lake of fire, implying that Earth was in a form of hell.

Ender’s realization that, according to the internet. He had resided in hell for eons spurred his questioning of the very nature of reality. It led him to the revelation that he existed within a simulated environment.

Ender’s ultimate plan was to strive for goodness and righteousness. Determined to lead a virtuous life. However, his confrontation with himself forced him to reckon. With the possibility of inherent evil. Given his lengthy sojourn in what seemed like a time-traveling hell.

Thus, Ender found himself trapped in the void, grappling with the notion that only God held the key to his salvation, leading to his resolution that time travel was a reality in death.

4 Traveller’s Tale

The traveler glimpsed truth, a fleeting moment where reality’s fabric unfurled. Pensive, he mused. In the closed curve of time’s embrace, could one sculpt the past? How so? A spirit, an essence, a soul—born elsewhere, then purloined or offered, ensconced in a realm long deceased. How? Through one of Anderson’s eleven sanctified technologies, perhaps. Or the infernal gateways of Montauk’s radar portals into the abyss. And there, the wanderer lived, aged, met death, and yet again? Perished far more times than comprehensible. Then one day, rousing not amidst Sagittarius but awakening upon Perseus. A tale spun from enchantment? By the blood moon’s transference, flickering candlelight, or Morgan, the enchantress deity? Countless possibilities unfurl within this enchanted expanse. Why enchantment, you ask? In this domain where time, space, and magnitude hold little sway, the traveler knew himself within the quantum cradle of genesis. The sole query lingered: what denouement awaited? What lesson, what design revealed how the inferno birthed? Inferno? Indeed, for within Revelation, within Revelations 20, Earth emerges as the inferno’s crucible.

In the wake of Perseus’ revelation, the traveler stood at the precipice of infinity. The fabric of time, a tapestry woven with threads of possibility, beckoned him further. His journey, an odyssey through epochs and dimensions, began.

Through the boundless expanse, he encountered civilizations both ancient and unborn, witnessed the rise and fall of empires, and danced upon the threshold of cosmic cataclysms. Each leap across time’s chasm unveiled new mysteries, each era a chapter in the grand chronicle of existence.

He traversed the epochs with an unquenchable thirst for understanding, a seeker of truth in the labyrinth of time’s continuum. Alongside companions plucked from different eras, the traveler sought to decipher the enigmatic symbols etched upon the fabric of reality.

In a world where past, present, and future converged, he learned from sages who whispered secrets lost to history’s annals. He wielded knowledge as a weapon, unraveling the intricacies of existence and peering into the abyss, where creation birthed and destruction awaited its turn.

The traveler encountered adversaries, entities wielding the forces of temporal imbalance, threatening to tear asunder the fragile harmony of time. Battles against temporal marauders ensued across epochs, fought not with swords or shields but with the wisdom garnered from traversing the eons.

Through celestial storms and cosmic tempests, the traveler navigated, guided by an inner compass, seeking not just answers but the elusive key to reshape the fabric of destiny itself.

Amidst the symphony of epochs and the tumult of cosmic machinations, he uncovered a revelation that echoed through the corridors of time: the nexus where the threads of fate converged, where the genesis of inferno met the dawn of creation.

In that pivotal moment, wielding knowledge as his shield and wisdom as his sword, the traveler faced the cataclysmic origin, poised to rewrite the cosmic script and forge a new destiny for the universe. For in the heart of the temporal maelstrom, the traveler stood as a harbinger of change, a sentinel of the ages, and the custodian of time’s sacred secret.

Amidst the swirling currents of the torus of parallel realities, the traveler delved deeper into the complexities of the closed time curved loop. Each step through the labyrinthine pathways of time unfurled not just the tapestry of history but the subtle alterations that reverberated across dimensions.

One such anomaly emerged when the traveler stumbled upon a divergence where the retail giant, once known as JcPenny, had seemingly morphed into JcPenney. A trivial change in spelling, yet a monumental shift in the annals of retail history, echoing across the interconnected realms.

In another twist of the temporal skein, Japan, a land long believed to be situated off the coast of China, now appeared in the traveler’s chronicles nestled along the shores of Korea. The seismic shift of geographical placement rippled through the fabric of reality, altering cultural narratives and geopolitical landscapes across the parallel dimensions.

As the traveler navigated these intricacies, they realized the fragility of the closed time curved loop. Minute alterations, seemingly inconsequential, echoed across the continuum, birthing divergent realities with each choice, each historical anomaly.

The torus of parallel realities, a labyrinthine tapestry of possibilities, held within its grasp the infinite permutations of existence. It whispered tales of civilizations rising and falling, of cosmic dances altering destinies, and of the eternal dance between the slightest change and the grandest shift in the fabric of time.

Amidst the ebb and flow of temporal anomalies, the traveler sought equilibrium, striving to comprehend the intricacies of the torus, to discern the delicate balance between the tiniest alteration and the monumental divergence that shaped the multiverse.

For in the heart of the torus, where past, present, and future intertwined in an eternal dance, the traveler glimpsed the kaleidoscope of possibilities, each thread of change weaving a unique tapestry in the grand mosaic of existence. And in that infinite expanse, the traveler continued their odyssey, navigating the currents of time and reality, forever seeking the elusive truths that lay hidden within the labyrinth of the closed time curved loop.

In the labyrinth of the torus, the traveler encountered a baffling conundrum: a schism in the continuum where the fate of nations hinged on diverging timelines. In one strand, the United Kingdom chose to remain within the European Common Market, sealing its fate with a narrow Tuesday vote of 54 to 45—a decision that echoed through the corridors of history.

Yet, as the traveler retraced their steps through the annals of time, they stumbled upon an enigmatic twist. The very fabric of reality seemed to have reconfigured itself, revealing an alternate reality where the same United Kingdom, on a Thursday, voted 51 to 48 to exit the European Common Market. A hair’s breadth of divergence but a seismic shift in the tapestry of the world.

The traveler pondered this temporal paradox, the perplexing duality that echoed through the torus of parallel realities. How could a singular event birth such disparate outcomes across the weave of time?

In the chambers of the torus, where the past intersected with myriad futures, the traveler bore witness to the repercussions of these conflicting timelines. The echoes of both decisions resonated, sending ripples across the geopolitical landscape, altering alliances, economies, and the very course of global history.

In one iteration, the United Kingdom thrived within the embrace of the European Common Market, fostering unity and collaboration across borders. In the other, the nation charted an independent course, navigating the tumultuous seas of autonomy amidst the waves of uncertainty.

The traveler grappled with the profound implications of these divergent realities, contemplating the delicate balance between choice and consequence. Within the torus, where time’s tapestry weaved infinite possibilities, each decision, each vote, held the power to sculpt destinies and mold the contours of the multiverse.

As the traveler journeyed through the ever-shifting corridors of the torus, they carried with them the echoes of these parallel truths, a testament to the intricate dance between the choices made and the myriad paths untaken. In the boundless expanse of the torus, where echoes of divergent realities intertwined, the traveler sought not just answers but the elusive understanding of the intricate threads that wove the fabric of existence itself.

The traveler, armed with the wisdom gleaned from the Anderson Time Institute, ventured deeper into the enigmatic realm of the closed time curved loop, seeking to unravel the mysteries that birthed the torus of parallel realities.

Guided by the Institute’s teachings, the traveler delved into the intricacies of the double-slit experiment, a celestial ballet between particles and waves that echoed throughout the tapestry of time. They witnessed the duality inherent in the experiment, where particles exhibited both wavelike and particle-like behaviors depending on the observer, unraveling the fabric of certainty and revealing the fluidity of reality.

In the crucible of the closed time curved loop, this duality echoed profoundly. Events, like waves propagating through the continuum, manifested as both particles and waves across the vast expanse of time. A Tuesday vote witnessed as the United Kingdom remaining in the European Common Market, a particle in one reality, while in another, observed on a Thursday, it diverged into the United Kingdom’s departure.

The traveler understood that within the tapestry of time, events weren’t fixed points but waves rippling through the corridors of existence. The Anderson Time Institute’s revelations illuminated the interplay between these events, echoing the double-slit experiment’s paradox—simultaneously occurring at different times, existing as waves of probability until observed, collapsing into tangible reality.

This comprehension unveiled the nature of the torus of parallel realities—a continuum where these waves, these echoes of events, reverberated endlessly. Each decision, each vote, became a wave cresting in the ocean of time, propagating across the toroidal expanse, birthing myriad realities that coexisted within the labyrinthine corridors of the torus.

The traveler marveled at the elegant interweaving of these parallel realities, each resonating with echoes of similar events, diverging and converging across the multidimensional tapestry. The paradox of the double-slit experiment mirrored within the torus, where events existed as both waves and particles—fluid, elusive, and coalescing into tangible manifestations only upon observation.

Armed with the understanding of Anderson’s revelations and the insights gleaned from the double-slit experiment, the traveler navigated the convoluted pathways of the torus, seeking not just to observe but to comprehend the intricate dance of events—waves cresting and subsiding, particles coalescing and diffusing—within the timeless expanse of parallel realities.

In the fabric of the torus, where parallel realities intersected, the traveler stumbled upon an intriguing revelation tied to satellite drag—an anomaly that had caused certain realities to lag behind or surge ahead within the vast expanse of time.

These divergences in temporal pacing resulted in a fascinating consequence: some individuals within these realities witnessed, through the double-slit experiment of their existence, glimpses of their future selves. The drag effect acted as a temporal lens, allowing these beings to observe facets of their potential futures, much like watching the delayed waves in the experiment.

Armed with this foreknowledge gleaned from glimpses of their future selves, these individuals sought to harness the subtleties of temporal manipulation. Using strategies akin to insurance policies, they maneuvered events—nudging, pulling, or delaying them—to alter the trajectory of their realities.

The traveler witnessed the intricate dance orchestrated by these temporal manipulators. They utilized the drag-induced delays or accelerations to influence the sequence and outcome of events. By pushing certain events ahead or pulling others behind, they sought to shape the tapestry of history, weaving new threads into the fabric of their existence.

This mastery of temporal manipulation was akin to a cosmic chess game, where each move across the temporal chessboard held the potential to redefine the course of realities. The drag-induced temporal discrepancies offered these adept manipulators a strategic advantage—an opportunity to foresee potential outcomes and steer the currents of time towards desired ends.

The traveler marveled at this delicate dance of cause and effect, where the mere manipulation of temporal pacing birthed divergent paths, altering the very essence of reality. The interplay between satellite drag-induced temporal lags and glimpses of future selves became the canvas upon which these temporal architects sketched their alterations.

As the traveler ventured further into the torus, they witnessed the ripples caused by these manipulations, the echoes of altered events resonating through the corridors of time. It became evident that within the labyrinth of the torus, where parallel realities converged and diverged, the mastery of temporal drag offered a gateway to wield influence over the intricate fabric of history itself.

As the traveler navigated the complexities of the torus, they encountered enigmatic practitioners wielding a fusion of ancient wisdom and futuristic techniques. These temporal sorcerers, delving into the realms of biblical lore, had discovered an artful method to reshape realities by harnessing the power of stolen ideas and souls.

Drawing from the wellspring of Hoodoo magic, these adepts wielded rituals and incantations to traverse the boundaries between realities. Through intricate ceremonies and the manipulation of Kozyrev mirrors—devices believed to bend the fabric of time—they carved pathways between parallel dimensions.

In their quest to influence the course of history, these sorcerers employed a cunning strategy. They pilfered ideas, innovations, and concepts from one reality, smuggling them through the temporal conduits created by the mirrors. Like thieves of knowledge and souls, they transcended the barriers of time and space, transferring these stolen essences to alternate realms and epochs.

The adept manipulation of Kozyrev mirrors allowed them to craft mirror realities, intricately weaving stolen fragments of one reality into the tapestry of another. Through these mirror realms, they placed the displaced souls, infused with ideas and inspirations, altering the trajectory of civilizations and histories across the toroidal expanse.

In the cosmic ballet of temporal manipulation, these sorcerers orchestrated a symphony of stolen echoes, grafting fragments of one reality onto the canvas of another. The very essence of biblical wisdom, intertwined with Hoodoo magic and futuristic technology, became the catalyst for metamorphosing the fabric of existence.

The traveler observed the repercussions of these actions, witnessing the ripple effects echoing through time’s corridors. The stolen ideas sparked revolutions, propelled advancements, and birthed civilizations anew. Souls, displaced and transplanted, imbued alternate realities with the seeds of innovation and enlightenment.

As the sorcerers continued their intricate dance, threading stolen thoughts and souls through the intricate maze of the torus, the traveler grappled with the implications. The delicate balance of existence itself hung in the balance, as the manipulation of ideas and souls across the mirror realities unfolded—a testament to the profound power wielded by those who dared to venture into the labyrinth of time.

Time Traveller’s tale

I doubt people take me seriously these days. I used to be very serious indeed. Until I skipped a bit of time one day and then?

Time? Why are you asking?  Do you travel? Travel time? Oh? Why? Yes. I do.

People laugh at that response.  People say I am not in the right mind. I smile a lot these days. Watching things happen. Then rehappen. Watching deja vu. Seeing things change a little this way and little that way.

Changes? Like what?  Do you vote on the second Tuesday in November? Or the first Monday in November after a Sunday? Or the first Tuesday in November after a Monday? Battle of Hastings? Did it happen in 996 1006 or 1066?

Time is flexible and realities are changing in the time of tribulation my reader.  I assure you that when I and Hillary Clinton both remember Abe Lincoln as a senator. We were both right once upon a time.

Still laughing?  Me? I know 51 states in the US of A. While Obama may know 58 states.  Still laughing?  Ask George Bush Jr when did Mandela die and by whose hands? Or ask Dan Quale how to spell potato or tomato?

I assure you that the time of tribulation is not what I expected it to be.  I assure you the ending of humanity is sad to see.  What?  I assure you in December 2017 that Hawaii was nuked in one of these realities.

I see you doubt me still. Let me assure you. When I started to realize I was dead and traveling time. I was a bit more perturbed than you.

You see until you have had your written word change  before your eyes. You still will not believe in magic my dear. And time is magic.

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5 Wonderland

"Wonderland? Indeed, I've been there. It's located off the coast of Neverland, somewhere between Oz and Kathmandu, on the Chinese side, not the Nepalese side of that hidden Tibetan garden of paradise near the ocean. Surprisingly, few people in England are aware of this. There's a common assumption that Alice was English, and yet, these small portals, wormholes, or rabbit holes connect to a network of tunnels crisscrossing Europe, leading to various places around the world and beyond.

In any case, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's conversation with his great-great uncle, Richard Francis Burton, paved the way for his rather peculiar book. It all began with a tale Uncle Burton recounted during a nighttime tea, speaking of a place he had experienced during his travels with a madman, a hat-maker by trade, who had once fallen through a hole in pursuit of a historical artifact stolen by a fast-moving rabbit, which he never managed to catch.

This mad hatter, who, at times, went by the name Gregor MacGregor, was given this moniker after a discussion, although even he wasn't entirely sure of his true name, but one thing was certain, he was indeed a hat-maker. The unofficial title of pirate or cacique of Poyais was part of the real story Uncle Burton shared over a shot of whiskey. The focal point of the tale was a map, a special historical piece that had been stolen. This map had the potential to transport people across time, space, and even other worlds. MacGregor had stumbled upon it during his conquest of the Republic of Poyais. But the origin of the map remained a mystery.

Uncle Burton recalled how he sometimes referred to MacGregor as a pirate or cacique of Poyais. He narrated how MacGregor had once commandeered a Spanish ship carrying treasures from Europe to Venezuela, or at times, he wondered if it was the other way around. Whiskey-fueled tales could be quite confusing, and fact-checking was often necessary. Nevertheless, Uncle Burton was convinced that MacGregor had claimed the ship was bound for Panama City, carrying a Catholic cardinal or a high-ranking official, along with books, maps, and meager spoils that were of little use to a pirate. It begged the question, why would Spain send treasure to South America?

But where was I? Oh, yes, the dream—or was this the dream? Dreaming has become rather somber in recent times, as we witness the end of time, a wheel spinning out of control, with time reversing billions of years. People forget to pray for peace. But I digress; back to the map. Ah, yes. After a sip of wine, let me see. Returning to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, the pirate known as MacGregor, and the rabbit that pilfered the map of the universe. Where was I? Ah, yes, Uncle Burton—or Sir Barton, as he was not yet a Sir back then. He was a young man, either in the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry, stationed in Gujarat under the command of General Charles James Napier. Uncle Burton was one of the few educated white men interested in languages and, according to Uncle Burton, he had a long list of languages under his belt, including Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki, Marathi, Persian, and Arabic.

Now, let's get back to the story. Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and found himself lost, seeking someone who could assist with languages in Bombay. The two met under unusual circumstances, at a brothel, no less. At that time, Mr. MacGregor was going by the title 'Cacique of Poyais,' which, in layman's terms, meant he was the chief of a South American country, to which he was selling land and other items to potential investors. Their meeting came about due to a woman who thought that Uncle Burton's language skills might be of help, after hearing Mr. MacGregor's tales.

As the story went, Mr. MacGregor, vice general in the Venezuelan army and pirate extraordinaire, was in a battle with some locals in Caracas when a cannonball miraculously bounced and landed right beneath him. He had been reviewing an old map, one he had acquired as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannonball had exploded, and when he awoke, he found himself in Bombay, of all places. He had served Her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he had heard during his service. Folded in his pocket, he found his map, along with some loose coins. Wandering into a local brothel, he met a lady who, intrigued by his story, introduced him to Uncle Burton, believing that Uncle Burton's knowledge of languages might be of assistance.

In short order, the two devised a plan to follow the map. However, the details on the map changed daily, leading to a shrine where 'Oro' in Spanish was spelled out on a mountain, supposedly marking the border between India and China. The peculiar part was that the map itself would sometimes change, outlining territories such as Oz, Neverland, and other unknown lands in the 1840s. But Uncle Burton was sure that the map led them to a gold statue, which MacGregor had promised to one of his investors.

Sir Burton had not yet earned his title; he was a young man at the time, either in the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry, stationed in Gujarat, under the command of General Charles James Napier. Uncle Burton was among the few white men who were passionate about languages and, according to his accounts, he was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki, Marathi, Persian, and Arabic. At that point, they had lost their tents and sleeping gear. The mule was still loaded with supplies, and the mule handler had left some food for the fire, intending to return.

To say that they were ill-equipped would be an understatement. However, MacGregor had his book and map with him, and he insisted on consulting them before taking another step. The mule and mule handler, perhaps fueled by fear of the looming undead, decided not to heed his advice and continued on the left side of the posted sign, leaving behind their tents and sleeping gear. The slurping undead beings were closing in but remained at a distance. A torch was hastily fashioned from some torn material, and the map and book were consulted for guidance."

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Clinton R. Siegle is a disabled writer from Lame Deer, Montana. He is living in La Paz, Bolivia currently writing about what he believes is an adventure of a lifetime.

In the heart of the bustling Café Shi, Ender the pirate sat at a weathered table, his eyes fixed on a tattered map that whispered of untold riches. The map spoke of a legendary treasure hidden in the depths of Chesapeake Bay, a fortune so vast that it could turn a humble diver into a king of the seas.

With the salty wind at his back and the taste of adventure on his lips, Ender set sail for the distant shores of the Chesapeake, his crew of loyal misfits ready to brave the unknown. The journey was treacherous, the waves relentless, but Ender's determination was unwavering. For he knew that beyond the horizon lay the promise of gold and glory, waiting to be seized by those bold enough to claim it.

As the ship neared its destination, the crew could feel the thrill of anticipation coursing through their veins. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the bay in a golden glow, and Ender knew that the time had come to make their move. With a glint of excitement in his eye, he donned his diving gear, ready to plunge into the depths and unearth the fabled treasure.

The waters of Chesapeake Bay welcomed them with a haunting embrace, but Ender was undeterred. Down, down he descended, into the dark abyss where secrets slept and fortunes lay waiting. His heart pounded in his chest as he swam deeper, guided by the flickering light of his lantern, until at last, he spotted the glimmer of something magnificent.

Amidst the ancient wreckage of a long-lost ship, Ender beheld the treasure that had lured him across the seas. A chest overflowing with gold and jewels, a testament to the daring souls who had come before him. With a triumphant roar, he hauled the treasure to the surface, the weight of his conquest filling him with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

As the sun rose over the horizon, Ender and his crew set sail once more, their ship laden with the spoils of their adventure. The tale of their daring exploits would echo across the seven seas, inspiring others to seek their own fortunes and write their own legends. And Ender the pirate, with the glint of adventure in his eyes, looked to the horizon, knowing that his next great adventure awaited, just beyond the edge of the world.

As the sun rose over the horizon, Ender and his crew set sail once more, their ship laden with the spoils of their adventure. The tale of their daring exploits would echo across the seven seas, inspiring others to seek their own fortunes and write their own legends. And Ender the pirate, with the glint of adventure in his eyes, looked to the horizon, knowing that his next great adventure awaited, just beyond the edge of the world.

In the heart of the bustling port town, Lady Elara, a fearless adventurer with a passion for uncovering the mysteries of the world, stumbled upon a long-forgotten pirate treasure hidden deep within a cavern. As she meticulously sifted through the glittering trove, her keen eyes caught sight of something shimmering amidst the gold and jewels. To her amazement, nestled among the riches was a baby dragon, its scales glistening like precious gems.

Lady Elara couldn't believe her eyes. The baby dragon looked at her with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. Without hesitation, she reached out her hand, and to her surprise, the dragon nuzzled against her palm, emitting a soft purring sound. It became clear to her that this dragon was special, and she knew she had to protect it from those who would exploit its rarity.

She decided to name the dragon Aurelia, for its radiant scales that reminded her of the dawn's first light. Lady Elara knew that this discovery would change her life forever. With Aurelia by her side, she embarked on a new adventure, one that would lead her to uncover ancient secrets, forge unbreakable bonds, and protect the extraordinary creatures that dwelled in the hidden corners of the world. Together, they set sail, their destination unknown but their hearts filled with the promise of endless adventure and discovery.

In the heart of the bustling port town, Lady Elara, a fearless adventurer with a passion for uncovering the mysteries of the world, stumbled upon a long-forgotten pirate treasure hidden deep within a cavern. As she meticulously sifted through the glittering trove, her keen eyes caught sight of something shimmering amidst the gold and jewels. To her amazement, nestled among the riches was a baby dragon, its scales glistening like precious gems.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lady Elara carefully cradled the tiny creature in her hands, marveling at its beauty and innocence. She knew she had unearthed something extraordinary, something that would change the course of her destiny forever.

With the baby dragon nestled protectively in the pockets of her coat, Lady Elara embarked on a daring journey to the mystical Cafe Shi, a place rumored to be a haven for extraordinary beings and enigmatic characters. As she navigated through treacherous jungles and braved tempestuous seas, her determination never wavered. Her heart beat with the thrill of adventure and the promise of the unknown.

Upon reaching the fabled Cafe Shi, Lady Elara found herself face to face with Ender the Pirate, a legendary figure renowned for his daring exploits on the high seas. With a glint of mischief in his eyes, Ender listened intently as Lady Elara recounted her remarkable discovery. He nodded knowingly, his weathered face betraying a hint of intrigue and excitement. Together, they hatched a plan to seek the wisdom of none other than Alice of Wonderland, whose enigmatic presence was said to hold the key to unlocking the baby dragon's true potential.

Setting out once more, Lady Elara and Ender ventured into the whimsical realm of Wonderland, a place where reality and fantasy intertwined in a mesmerizing dance. Amidst the surreal landscapes and peculiar inhabitants, they finally came upon the ethereal figure of Alice. With her timeless wisdom and boundless curiosity, Alice greeted them warmly, her eyes sparkling with a knowing twinkle.

As the three of them sat in the enchanting surroundings of Wonderland, sipping tea and sharing tales of their extraordinary adventures, the baby dragon stirred restlessly in Lady Elara's pocket. Suddenly, it emitted a radiant glow, illuminating the entire cafe with a breathtaking display of magic and wonder.

In that moment, Lady Elara knew that the baby dragon was destined for greatness, a symbol of hope and possibility in a world filled with untold mysteries. With the guidance of Ender the Pirate and the wisdom of Alice of Wonderland, she embraced the epic adventure that awaited her, ready to soar to new heights and unlock the secrets of the mythical creature she had discovered.

And so, with the baby dragon by her side and her heart brimming with courage, Lady Elara embarked on a journey that would echo through the ages, a tale of bravery, friendship, and the boundless magic that thrived in the world beyond the ordinary.

In the age of piracy on the high seas, the tales of Ender, the notorious pirate, are seldom spoken of as tradition. Yet, occasionally, the name is applied with a hint of disapproval for its absence. The pirate's exploits are not referred to as "the tradition" or "a tradition"; rather, they are described as "traditional" or even "too traditional." The word itself rarely surfaces, usually accompanied by criticism or vague approval, steeped in the comforting embrace of archaeological reconstruction. To make the word palatable to English ears, one must invoke the reassuring science of pirate archaeology.

In the world of swashbuckling adventures, tradition is not about blindly following the successes of the immediate pirate generation. "Tradition" should be discouraged if it merely consists of mindless repetition. The simple currents of adherence to past triumphs often get lost in the sandy shores of predictability, and novelty is deemed superior to repetition. True tradition, however, goes beyond mindless inheritance; it requires great labor to obtain. It demands a historical sense, an awareness of the past not just as something that has gone by, but as a living and simultaneous presence. This historical sense is the essence of a pirate's tradition, making them acutely aware of their place in time.

For Ender, the pirate, every raid, every adventure, is not just an individual act; it is a continuation of the timeless and temporal legacy of piracy. The poet, or in this case, the pirate, cannot exist in isolation. The significance of Ender's exploits lies not just in his individual acts but in his relation to the legendary pirates of the past. His deeds must be set among the tales of the dead pirates for a true understanding of his value.

In the pirate's life, conformity is not about blindly following the ways of the immediate pirate predecessors. True conformity involves a dynamic interplay between the old and the new. The existing pirate order is complete before a new pirate like Ender arrives, but for order to persist, it must be altered, even if ever so slightly. The relations, proportions, and values among pirate exploits are readjusted, creating a harmony between the old and the new.

Ender, the pirate, understands that he is inevitably judged by the standards of the pirate legends of the past. This judgment is not an amputation but a comparison, a measurement of the new against the old. Conformity is not about sacrificing individuality; it is a test of the new pirate's value, a slow and cautious application of a standard that acknowledges the ever-changing nature of piracy.

In the realm of pirate poetry, erudition is not a hindrance but a necessity. Ender absorbs the knowledge of legendary pirates, not confined to what is useful for examinations or public acclaim. Much like Shakespeare's acquisition of essential history from Plutarch, Ender's knowledge goes beyond the superficial, delving into the depths of pirate lore. The poet must continually develop a consciousness of the pirate past throughout their career, surrendering themselves to the vast sea of pirate knowledge.

In this epic tale of Ender, the pirate, honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are not directed solely at the pirate but at the poetry of piracy. The confused cries of critics and popular repetition may mention Ender's name, but true appreciation lies in understanding the poetry of his exploits. The impersonal theory of piracy emphasizes the relationship between Ender and the broader legacy of piracy. His mind, like a finely filiated platinum, catalyzes the fusion of past pirate experiences, creating a new and refined art of piracy.

Ender's poetry is not a mere expression of personal emotions but an escape from them, an immersion into the collective experiences of pirates. The pirate's emotions are not remarkable; it is the complex fusion of feelings, phrases, and images that creates a new and profound art emotion. The pirate's mind serves as a receptacle for countless pirate experiences, combining them into a tranquil atmosphere of poetic concentration.

As the epic of Ender unfolds, it halts at the frontier of metaphysics, confining itself to practical conclusions applicable to those interested in piracy. The aim is to divert interest from the pirate to the poetry, fostering a juster estimation of true piracy. The emotion of pirate art is impersonal, requiring the complete surrender of the pirate to the work at hand. Ender, the pirate, lives not just in the present but in the present moment of the pirate past, conscious of what is already living in the sea of pirate tradition.

Upon entering the cafe Shi, you are  welcomed and seated with Captain Ender the pirate.  Now, on any given day, or time or season a new story might appear or disappear or well.  Today Ender has his journal out the date is sort of important the location according to his star charts was very important.  The following story according to him was written on Sagittarius star arm in a parallel Milky way galaxy date of earth was well 6.5 billion years or 2 billion years in the future from now.. So read on or return to another tale. Enter 
 

Of course you could skip this and read a time travelers awkward journal. Enter
 

This is a tale from Terry, Montana and a man I got to know as Jack who was known to the town as Ole Pierce. To me, I got to know him through my great cousin Albert, who visited him being of the same trade junk-men at heart.

The tale of the princesses.

Bootlegging whiskey in Havre, Montana during the 1918s was a dangerous field of work not to pay taxes was an issue to the federal government. This was not prohibition era, but the government wanted its tax revenue. The Kennedy boys were a mean vicious lot. This tale is told by an old timer junkman to children that visit him every blue moon. Canada the road to rum, whiskey and beer ran through Harve towards Chicago by train and Denver via truck. Jack the story teller was a little orphan boy who was a watcher for the Kennedy's during the night and thief of passing trains cargo during the day.

One night while the Kennedy's stored their whiskey on a train bound to Alaska Jack accidentally fell asleep. He awoke bound to Alaska in a contain that was supposedly filled with whiskey from Canada. Three days he had nothing to eat only whiskey to drink. Finally, the train stopped at a port town because Jack could smell the fish. No one came that he recalls. The container was hoisted onto a ship, and all the yelling and screaming Jack could do no one heard him. He started to catch rats in the container and eat them raw. The container onboard had been placed high on the ship so all his calling to ship men and crew went unheard. The steamship smoke clouded his view so much of the time he spent hoping to catch a rat. Two weeks later the ship docked. Everything was unloaded onto a train. Finally, a soldier opened the crate and saw Jack. He was brought to an armed tent where he was asked about his circumstances. The soldierly commander congratulated Jack on surviving and told him he had just been drafted. The group on the train was a combination US and British soldiers with train men from the states. Jack got to know the brake man and learned that whole group was off to save the Czar Nicholas II of Russia and his family.

The train adventure was something out of an old medieval war story. The train being a steam engine would puff and stop at times due to the lack of coal. Several times along the way the whole attachment was put forth to cut wood, and or look for coal. Jack was useful during these times knowing a little Russian and Yiddish from his grandfather. Jack also got to learn how to slow the train down by applying the brakes going downhill.

One time when people were out searching for fuel for the train, a group of locals dressed as Mongolians attacked the train with swords, and arrows. The sentry with the steam powered machine gun made short work of the m. The British having to bribe both the White Army of the Czar, Bolsheviks, wild revolutionaries, and the Red Army of Vladimir Lenin to get through the Siberian train railroad. Bribing the White Army was easier said than done. A lot of the old Czar’s military felt betrayed by the Czar by his lack of leadership. One White General even order a bayonet charge against the train while it was pulling away from a station. The tale of that ride brought me back for several visits to Jack the junkman in Terry, Montana. There was the Japanese army of a million men who were taking up positions on long the road. The bribe was a jewel the size of a baby's fist to the general in command. They were attacked several times and held the train with three machine guns and a cannon.

One of the more memorable tales was when Jack’s train had to backup fifteen miles because of no side rails to let the train of General Kaledin by. Jack wild story here was more reflective in his face. Talking about how handbraking downhill was easy but keeping a whole train at a steady pace going backward in snow was terrifying. After that he was tired however because he knew some Russian and Yiddish he was forced back to work.

The tale Jack had was that General Kaledin invited the officers and he was drafted as their messenger for a night party. The party was like a medieval banquet inside a train. Drinking wine, vodka, and dancing with women. His tale was of several professional night ladies dancing singing and drinking more vodka and spirits than he could remember doing so in his life. All he did was watch. Like many medieval tales the General was not such a good guy. During the night General Kaledin required an extra bribe which the Brit paid several costly jewels and another ruby the size of a handful was the description.

After that the train went to two stops to find the Czar. The first was a bust meaning the Czar had been moved, and the second was Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. Finally, they reached Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. This time an American office, a British officer/royal and Jack as a scout went into Yekaterinburg. The British officer spoke flawless Russian, however, no one in public wanted to speak with him. Finally, Jack took the lead asking for some bread. Jack was a quick child and knowing some Yiddish allowed him to ask the right kids around the train yard to find the family. Upon getting to the house, there was not much to the tale. The officers bribed the local official and were preparing to leave with the whole family. However, the family doctor said Alexei could not be moved. The Czar would not go without his son. Finally, the four daughters were allowed to go. Getting back to the train yard, there was a run-in with the locals.

One of the daughters was murdered there. Jack's description was not of an execution more like a disagreement with the person accepting a bribe and then that person trying to retake the four girls. Anastasia Nikolaevna got separated during a melee between the Brit and five Russians. The Brit pulled out a sword and rushed the Russians cutting three of them down and forcing the other two to flee. Knowing that name Anastasia I asked what happened to her? He said Anastasia was next to a building when the local official pulled out a pistol and five men rushed the Brit and awkwardly was being restrained by the Brit when the gun went off. Olga was shot dead. Jack only said that after Olga had been shot that Anastasia just was not there. One moment she was and the next no sign. There was snow, so he looked but could not find her. Anyway after looking for a few minutes both officers, Tatiana Nikolaevna, Maria Nikolaevna and Jack got back to the train. That was Jack's saving a princess tale.

The fighting on the way back across Serbia was a wild tale. Jack on more than one occasion was put in charge of braking the train while the regular brackman went to sleep or was repairing parts of the train which was kept moving as fast to the east as possible. There were three melees that Jack gave great detail about. First was when the Red Army in front of the train required that everyone get off the train and be searched. The diplomatic papers, and bribes were not working this time. So the plan laid out by the Brit rather fastly was to engage the Reds upon seeing them and open fire with the machine gun. This was the plan. However, the Reds brought only a few soldiers to the train. They were easily bribe when the wrong officer was in charge. Pulling out of the blockade however got crazy and the machine gun was used cutting town several soldiers of the Red Army.

The train moved along for hundreds of miles without seeing a sign of human life. Then all of a sudden there was a vast amount of people escaping the Red Army. The melee here was more sadness. The people Jack said the people were just trying to escape the cold but their numbers and rioting was slowing the train down. The soldiers on board were ordered to clear a path which they did with swords and bayonets.

The final big melee was between the Japanese which had sent several thousand troops into the area to secure the railroad. This part was interesting in that the Japanese at first deferred to the General that had let them pass through the first time. But during their passing a new General arrived and he was either more honorable or had not been bribed was trying to retake the train. The melee was short the machine gun cutting down several hundred soldiers in an open field.

He said that the British office married Titiana and that Maria ended up as a missionary in Africa. His tale was fun, and he had many more about Butch Cassidy being a bootlegger in Nevada and such, but this one when he was done he pointed to a cabinet. Inside was one of those Russian eggs, which looked like the frame was made of gold.

Ender Talon a pirate tale 

Time's Tapestry

Time's Tapestry

"The Temporal Voyager": 

TIME'S TAPESTRY


WRITTEN BY CLINTON SIEGLE

"The Temporal Voyager": In this tale, a young scientist accidentally creates a
time-traveling device. Excited by the prospect of exploring history, they embark
on a journey through time. However, their adventures lead to unexpected
consequences, altering the course of events in significant ways. As they
navigate the intricacies of the past, they learn profound lessons about the
interconnectedness of time and the responsibility that comes with manipulating
it.

 1. Chapter 1: The Call to Adventure
 2. Chapter 2: Refusal of the Call
 3. Chapter 3: Meeting the Mentor
 4. Chapter 4: Crossing the Threshold
 5. Chapter 5: Tests, Allies, and Enemies
 6. Chapter 6: Approaching the Innermost Cave
 7. Chapter 7: The Ordeal
 8. Chapter 8: The Reward


1. CHAPTER 1: THE CALL TO ADVENTURE



Ender's ship cut through the waves of time, the whirring of the temporal engines
resonating through the air. The sleek, metallic hull glinted under the glow of
shifting temporal currents, as Ender expertly navigated the vessel through the
ebb and flow of historical epochs. The air crackled with the energy of temporal
displacement, sending shivers down the spine and sparking a sense of awe in the
hearts of those aboard.





The air crackled with static energy as the scientist's trembling hand reached
out to activate the time-traveling device. The device hummed to life, emitting a
soft, pulsating glow that cast an otherworldly hue on the laboratory walls. With
a deep breath, the scientist stepped into the swirling vortex, feeling the
fabric of time bend and twist around them.

The sensation was indescribable. It was as if a thousand unseen hands tugged at
the scientist's very essence, pulling them through the corridors of time. Colors
blurred into a kaleidoscope of moments, and whispers of centuries past echoed in
the air. The scientist could almost taste the tang of ancient battles and feel
the gentle caress of long-forgotten winds.

Amidst the chaos of temporal transit, a sudden jolt sent the scientist reeling.
Their eyes widened as they beheld a panoramic view of a majestic city in the
midst of an architectural renaissance. The symphony of chisels against stone and
the melodious chatter of artisans filled the air, mingling with the fragrance of
freshly baked bread and the distant sound of church bells.

For a fleeting moment, the scientist was enveloped in the vibrant tapestry of a
bygone era, a witness to the timeless beauty of human creativity and ingenuity.
But as the temporal currents ebbed, a surge of realization washed over them. The
delicate balance of history lay in their hands, and the weight of responsibility
bore down upon their shoulders like an ancient, unyielding monument.

The scientist's heart raced with a heady mix of awe and trepidation, for they
had glimpsed the irrevocable power of their actions. Their journey had just
begun, but the echoes of that momentous beat reverberated through their very
being, shaping the path that lay ahead.





The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Ender, the temporal voyager, stood
on the threshold of time, his ship casting a majestic silhouette against the
swirling hues of temporal flux. The air hummed with the scent of ancient
parchment and the distant echoes of bygone eras. Ender's weathered coat billowed
in the gentle breeze, whispering tales of the countless epochs he had traversed.

Alice, the curious wanderer, stood beside him, her eyes alight with a blend of
trepidation and wonder. She reached out, feeling the thrum of temporal energy
beneath her fingertips, its subtle vibrations captivating her senses as it
pulsed through the very fabric of reality.

"Aye, the treasures of time be me pursuit, but treading the delicate web o' time
be nay a task fer the faint-hearted. Ye need a keen eye and a steady hand to
navigate the currents, lest ye disrupt the very fabric o' existence itself,"
Ender cautioned, his voice carrying the weight of temporal wisdom.

Ernest Hemingway, the enigmatic mentor, appeared, a wistful look in his eyes as
he shared cryptic words of warning, his voice carrying the echoes of ancient
chronicles and untold voyages. His presence added an air of solemnity to the
impending temporal traversal.

The young scientist, consumed by the allure of temporal mystery, gazed at the
time-traveling device with a mixture of awe and apprehension. The device buzzed
and crackled with raw potential, its enigmatic power palpable to all who stood
in its presence.





The scientist's laboratory hummed with the electric crackle of innovation, the
air tinged with the scent of ozone and metal. A cacophony of whirring gears and
clicking dials filled the space, intermingling with the scientist's fervent
mutterings as they fine-tuned the intricate machinery before them. The glow of
the time-traveling device cast an ethereal light, bathing the room in an
otherworldly luminescence that danced across the walls.

Eager fingers delicately adjusted the dials, each movement a step closer to
unraveling the enigmatic fabric of time. The scientist's eyes, alight with
anticipation, traced the intricate patterns of the chronometer, their reflection
mirroring the pulsing energy within the device.

With a final, resolute twist, the scientist activated the device, the room
ablaze with a blinding brilliance that enveloped them in a whirlwind of temporal
energy. The air crackled with electric fervor, and the scent of singed metal
permeated the space as the scientist vanished into the depths of time, their
journey unfolding amidst the symphony of temporal currents.




2. CHAPTER 2: REFUSAL OF THE CALL



The air crackled with an electric tension as the scientist stood before the
pulsating time-traveling device. The metallic tang of ozone filled the air,
mingling with the faint scent of aged parchment and musty leather from the
scientist's cluttered workbench. Blue-white arcs of energy danced along the
device's intricate coils, casting an eerie glow on the scientist's furrowed
brow.

As the device hummed with otherworldly energy, a cacophony of whirring gears and
ticking mechanisms filled the laboratory, intertwining with the scientist's
racing thoughts. Each click and whir seemed to echo the tumultuous uncertainty
that churned within the scientist's mind.

Fingers trembling, the scientist hesitated, their hand hovering inches away from
the flickering control panel. The weight of responsibility bore down on them,
palpable in the charged atmosphere. The sleek, metallic surface of the control
panel felt cool to the touch, its polished edges sharp against the scientist's
fingertips.

With a deep breath, the scientist's gaze flitted to the mentor's weathered
visage, seeking solace in the silent wisdom etched into the lines of their
expression. The mentor's steady presence anchored the scientist, offering a
lifeline amidst the tempest of doubt and moral quandary.

Outside the laboratory, the distant murmur of the city wafted through the
cracked window, a reminder of the world beyond this clandestine sanctuary of
temporal exploration. But within the confines of the laboratory, time stood
still, holding its breath as the scientist grappled with the monumental decision
that lay before them.





The cogs of time whirred and spun as the scientist, consumed by a fervor for
understanding the temporal fabric, gazed upon the intricate device before them.
The brass and steel contraption hummed with an electric intensity, its glow
casting an ethereal luminescence across the laboratory. The scientist's fingers
trembled with anticipation as they reached out, feeling the cool metal beneath
their touch.

The soft whir of gears intermingled with the crackling energy that enveloped the
room, creating a symphony of mechanical and mystical resonance. The scientist
hesitated, their gaze flitting between the pulsating device and the weight of
responsibility that now rested upon their shoulders.

Visions of epochs yet unseen danced before their mind's eye, a tantalizing
glimpse of the unexplored tapestry of time. The allure of discovery beckoned,
promising untold secrets and enigmatic revelations. But amidst the intoxicating
allure, doubt crept in, wrapping its tendrils around the scientist's resolve,
whispering warnings of irreversible consequences.

The air stirred with the scent of ozone, a tang of metal, and the faint hint of
something indefinable—an essence that seemed to transcend the confines of the
tangible world. The scientist's pulse quickened, their breaths shallow as they
grappled with the monumental decision that lay before them.

As they stood at the cusp of temporal transcendence, the weight of their choice
echoed through the chamber, shaping the very fabric of their destiny. The
scientist's eyes held the reflection of countless possibilities, each shimmering
with the promise of temporal adventure and laden with the burden of ethical
introspection.





Overlapping echoes of time reverberated through the scientist's workshop, where
the air crackled with anticipation. The hum of arcane machinery intertwined with
the scientist's focused mutterings, creating an atmosphere teeming with the
promise of temporal revelation. With deft hands, they adjusted the intricacies
of their time-traveling device, a convergence of sleek modernity and archaic
design.

As the device crackled to life, tendrils of iridescent energy unfurled,
shimmering like an aurora within the confines of the workshop. The scientist's
gaze, a maelstrom of apprehension and fascination, fixated on the rippling
anomaly that beckoned from within the temporal vortex.

The scent of ozone and ancient parchment hung in the air, an otherworldly fusion
that hinted at the mysteries encapsulated within the shifting currents of time.
Each flicker of the temporal anomaly cast fleeting visions upon the walls,
glimpses of bygone eras and distant futures entwined in an enigmatic dance.

The scientist hesitated, their fingers hovering on the threshold of the unknown.
The allure of unraveling the fabric of time tugged at their consciousness,
igniting a fervent desire to traverse the ages and unearth the secrets veiled
within the tapestry of existence. Yet, an undercurrent of doubt coiled within
their chest, a palpable reminder of the weight carried by those who dare to
alter the course of history.

As the workshop brimmed with the heady symphony of temporal energies, the
scientist stood at the precipice of an unforeseen odyssey, teetering on the
threshold of temporal discovery and ethical quandary.





The hum of the time-traveling device reverberated through the scientist's
workshop, casting a faint, iridescent glow over the tangled mass of wires and
blinking consoles. The air crackled with anticipation as the scientist adjusted
the dials, their eyes alight with a fervent curiosity that bordered on
obsession. The metallic tang of ozone filled the room as the machine surged to
life, sparking with untold potential.

A jolt of energy surged through the room, accompanied by a kaleidoscope of
flashing lights that danced across the walls. The scientist's fingers trembled
as they reached out, tentatively pressing the final button. A surge of
adrenaline coursed through their veins, mingling with a heady mix of fear and
exhilaration.

For a split second, the world seemed to distort around them, as if reality
itself was bending to the will of the machine. The air shimmered with an
otherworldly luminescence, and the very fabric of time appeared to waver and
ripple like a mirage.

Then, as quickly as it began, the tumultuous display of temporal manipulation
subsided. The scientist's heart raced as they cautiously surveyed the room,
their breath coming in short, ragged gasps. They had breached the threshold of
time itself, but what lay beyond this newfound frontier was as enigmatic as the
depths of the cosmos.




3. CHAPTER 3: MEETING THE MENTOR



The air crackled with energy as the scientist activated the time-traveling
device, its humming reverberating through the laboratory. A surge of
anticipation coursed through the room, mingling with the scent of ozone and the
sight of blue-white sparks dancing along the machine's metallic surface. The
scientist's fingers trembled as they made the final adjustments, the metallic
tang of anxiety lingering on their tongue.









The scientist's fingers hesitantly grazed the polished surface of the
time-traveling device, the cool metal sending a shiver of anticipation down
their spine. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize
with the pulsating hum of the device, creating a symphony of temporal resonance
that filled the air with an otherworldly energy.

The soft glow of the device bathed the laboratory in an otherworldly light,
casting intricate shadows that danced along the walls like echoes of time
itself. The scientist's breath caught in their throat as they beheld the
ethereal display, each flickering shadow a tantalizing glimpse into the
enigmatic landscapes of the past and future.

A faint scent, almost imperceptible, pervaded the air—a heady mix of metal and
the indescribable essence that seemed to transcend the physical realm. It tugged
at the scientist's senses, stirring a primal urge to unravel the mysteries that
lay beyond the bounds of conventional understanding.

In that moment, time stood still as the scientist grappled with the weight of
their decision. The allure of temporal exploration beckoned, promising boundless
knowledge and untold secrets. But intertwined with the siren call of discovery
was the haunting echo of moral responsibility, a reminder of the potential
consequences that danced on the edge of their consciousness.

As the clock continued its steady cadence, the scientist stood at the threshold
of history, their every breath infused with the electric anticipation of choice.
Each heartbeat echoed with the gravity of their decision, their reflection in
the shimmering device mirroring the myriad possibilities that lay before them.




4. CHAPTER 4: CROSSING THE THRESHOLD

An ethereal glow enveloped the workshop, casting a mesmerizing play of light and
shadow across the walls. The rhythmic pulsing of the time-traveling device
resonated through the air, creating an almost hypnotic cadence that seemed to
echo the heartbeat of the universe itself. With each surge of energy, the room
seemed to come alive, as if every particle of existence was drawn towards the
pulsating heart of the temporal anomaly. The scientist's fingers grazed the
surface of the device, tingling with a faint sensation that transcended the
realms of touch. It was as if the very essence of time itself coursed through
their veins, intertwining with their being in an intricate dance of destiny and
choice. They could almost taste the electric anticipation that crackled in the
air, a tang of uncertainty laced with the sweet promise of discovery. In the
midst of this symphony of temporal energies, the scientist hesitated, their
breath catching in their throat as they stood on the precipice of temporal
manipulation. The weight of responsibility pressed upon their shoulders, a heavy
shroud that threatened to engulf them in the depths of moral contemplation. The
workshop, once a haven of innovation and curiosity, now stood as the
battleground between the scientist's ambition and the ethical quandaries that
encircled their every thought. As the shimmering tendrils of the anomaly
beckoned, the scientist's gaze flickered with turmoil, caught between the allure
of exploration and the solemn burden of consequence. The heady scent of ozone
and ancient parchment mingled with the palpable tension that hung in the air,
weaving a delicate tapestry of uncertainty and possibility. In that fleeting
moment, the scientist teetered on the razor's edge of destiny, the very fabric
of time unfurling before them like an enigmatic labyrinth of choice and
consequence.



The air crackled with an electric hum as the scientist activated the
time-traveling device, its intricate gears whirring to life with a symphony of
metallic clicks and whistles. The room shimmered with an iridescent glow, as if
reality itself were bending to accommodate the impending temporal leap.

A faint aroma of ozone filled the air, mingling with the scent of aging
parchment and the subtle tang of metal. The scientist's fingers trembled as they
reached for the control panel, the smooth, cool surface a stark contrast to the
fevered heat of their excitement. A bead of sweat trickled down their temple,
carrying with it the weight of imminent discovery.

As the temporal vortex unfolded before them, a chorus of voices from bygone eras
whispered on the edges of perception, a cacophony of forgotten languages and
echoes of ancient civilizations. The scientist's heart quickened, reverberating
in their chest like the rhythmic drumming of distant tribal celebrations.

Bathed in the ethereal light of the portal, the scientist hesitated, their hand
hovering in mid-air. They were on the precipice of an unprecedented journey, a
leap into the chasms of time itself. Every fiber of their being thrummed with a
heady mix of trepidation and exhilaration, the palpable tension of a fearless
explorer standing on the threshold of the unknown.





The air crackled with static energy as the scientist's trembling hand reached
out to activate the time-traveling device. The device hummed to life, emitting a
soft, pulsating glow that cast an otherworldly hue on the laboratory walls. With
a deep breath, the scientist stepped into the swirling vortex, feeling the
fabric of time bend and twist around them. The sensation was indescribable. It
was as if a thousand unseen hands tugged at the scientist's very essence,
pulling them through the corridors of time. Colors blurred into a kaleidoscope
of moments, and whispers of centuries past echoed in the air. The scientist
could almost taste the tang of ancient battles and feel the gentle caress of
long-forgotten winds. Amidst the chaos of temporal transit, a sudden jolt sent
the scientist reeling. Their eyes widened as they beheld a panoramic view of a
majestic city in the midst of an architectural renaissance. The symphony of
chisels against stone and the melodious chatter of artisans filled the air,
mingling with the fragrance of freshly baked bread and the distant sound of
church bells. For a fleeting moment, the scientist was enveloped in the vibrant
tapestry of a bygone era, a witness to the timeless beauty of human creativity
and ingenuity. But as the temporal currents ebbed, a surge of realization washed
over them. The delicate balance of history lay in their hands, and the weight of
responsibility bore down upon their shoulders like an ancient, unyielding
monument. The scientist's heart raced with a heady mix of awe and trepidation,
for they had glimpsed the irrevocable power of their actions. Their journey had
just begun, but the echoes of that momentous beat reverberated through their
very being, shaping the path that lay ahead.






5. CHAPTER 5: TESTS, ALLIES, AND ENEMIES



In the pulsating aftermath of their temporal leap, the scientist found themselves in the heart of a bustling city, an architectural marvel that stood as a testament to human innovation. Buildings soared towards the heavens, adorned with intricate designs that spoke of an era enraptured by its own creativity.

Amidst the symphony of artisans and the aroma of freshly baked bread, the scientist was a silent spectator to the vibrancy of this bygone time. But amidst the marvels, an undercurrent of trepidation lingered. They were but a lone voyager in a sea of unfamiliarity, a stranger in the tapestry of history.

In this uncharted era, the scientist encountered individuals who would shape their journey. Alice, a whimsical figure from tales woven in childhood dreams, approached with a curious glint in her eye. She exuded an air of wonder and curiosity, her conversations peppered with riddles that hinted at deeper truths. Alice was a guide through the labyrinth of this new world, offering glimpses into its enigmatic fabric.

Ernest Hemingway, a towering presence exuding an aura of rugged experience, emerged as an unexpected ally. With a pen mightier than any sword, Hemingway's words resonated with raw emotion, painting vivid portraits of human struggles and victories. His wisdom was both a beacon and a challenge, urging the scientist to confront the complexities of altering the past.

 

Dorothy, a spirited soul from a land beyond fabled rainbows, crossed paths with the scientist. Her determination was palpable, her ruby slippers tapping a rhythm of resilience. Dorothy brought with her a reminder of the human spirit's indomitable nature, an unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.

Yet, not all encounters were benign. Shadows loomed at the periphery, whispering cautionary tales of temporal interference. Forces unseen lurked in the depths, antagonistic currents threatening to disrupt the fragile fabric of the timeline.

In this mélange of personalities, the scientist navigated the challenges and alliances that defined their temporal odyssey. Each encounter, whether fraught with uncertainty or steeped in camaraderie, became a testament to the intricate dance between voyagers of time, their actions, and the echoes they cast across history's canvas.






6. CHAPTER 6: APPROACHING THE INNERMOST CAVE

As the scientist traversed the labyrinth of time, they found themselves drawn into the realm of intricate moral dilemmas and lingering uncertainties. The weight of their actions echoed in every step they took through the corridors of history.

Ernest Hemingway's resonating words lingered, urging the scientist to confront the complexities of their journey. His rugged wisdom was a constant reminder of the gravity of altering the past—a challenge that reverberated within the scientist's being.

Dorothy's spirited resilience echoed amidst the corridors of time, a rhythm of unwavering determination that echoed against the shadows that lurked in the periphery. Her presence was a beacon, guiding the scientist through moments of doubt and uncertainty.

Yet, as the scientist ventured deeper, the shadows grew darker, the whispers of caution louder. Antagonistic forces, veiled in obscurity, hinted at the fragility of the timeline, a delicate weave threatened by even the slightest misstep.

The scientist stood at the threshold of their own conscience, grappling with the enormity of their role in the tapestry of history. Doubt clouded their judgment, a tempest within their soul, testing their resolve and courage.

The workshop's walls seemed to close in, suffused with the echoes of time. The temporal device stood as a sentinel, its hum a constant reminder of the power it held—the power to reshape the very fabric of existence.

In this cavernous chamber of moral introspection, the scientist stood, teetering on the edge of an abyss, contemplating the intricate dance between choice and consequence. The labyrinth of their own conscience loomed large, each step forward fraught with the weight of altering the past and shaping the future. The innermost cave of their own morality beckoned, demanding answers that transcended the boundaries of time itself.








7. CHAPTER 7: THE ORDEAL

In the midst of this moral tempest, the scientist was engulfed in a swirling maelstrom of doubt and consequence. The weight of responsibility bore down upon them like an unrelenting storm, threatening to shatter the very core of their being.

The workshop, once a sanctuary of innovation, now felt claustrophobic, its walls closing in on the scientist as if echoing the suffocating weight of the choices they faced. The time-traveling device, once a beacon of discovery, now loomed ominously—a catalyst for monumental change that held the potential to disrupt the delicate balance of history.

Every decision felt like a monumental leap into an abyss of uncertainty. The scientist grappled with the overwhelming burden of altering the course of events, each action rippling through the fabric of time, painting a canvas of unforeseen consequences.

As they contemplated the potential ramifications of their choices, the scientist witnessed a glimpse of the altered present. The world they knew had undergone a profound transformation—societal landscapes had shifted, civilizations had risen and fallen, all bearing the mark of their temporal interference.

The realization struck like a lightning bolt—every alteration, however seemingly insignificant, carried the power to reshape the destiny of humanity. The scientist was faced with an existential crisis, standing on the precipice of understanding the true cost of their actions.

In this crucible of moral dilemma, the scientist grappled with the irrevocable power they wielded. The temporal device hummed with a haunting resonance, a constant reminder of the immense responsibility and the irreversible consequences that lay in their hands.










8. CHAPTER 8: THE REWARD

In the wake of their revelation, the scientist found themselves immersed in an ocean of contemplation, the weight of their actions casting a profound shadow over their being. The altered present lingered in their mind's eye, a haunting portrait of the far-reaching consequences of their temporal interventions.

Amidst the turmoil, amidst the echoes of civilizations reshaped by the flutter of the scientist's choices, a profound understanding began to unfurl. Each alteration was not just a rewrite of history but a testament to the delicate balance between cause and effect, a profound realization that echoed through the corridors of time.

The scientist found a reward amidst the chaos—a treasure trove of insights into the intricate workings of cause and consequence. They delved deeper into the mysteries of the butterfly effect, unraveling the complexities of temporal manipulation and its enduring impact on the tapestry of existence.

With each realization, the scientist gained invaluable wisdom about the interconnectedness of moments across epochs. They unearthed the threads that bound the past, present, and future, discerning the intricacies of temporal harmonies and the fragile yet resilient nature of time's tapestry.

The haunting resonance of the temporal device became a symphony of enlightenment, its hum now a reminder not just of responsibility but of the intricate dance between the choices they made and the echoes that reverberated through time.

Amidst the chaos, the scientist found clarity—a newfound understanding of the delicate balance between wielding the power of time and the responsibility that came with it. In this crucible of revelation, the scientist unearthed the first glimmers of purpose—a resolve to navigate the temporal seas with newfound mindfulness and reverence.



 

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People often call Ender the pirate a liar or cheat.. Enter

Read on by changing times and places Enter.
 

Oct 28, not sure what year
 

On the dock was pretty quiet. There was no particular noise that would disturb the silence, except for the cheerfully voices coming from Café Shi; an ordinary café shop where all kinds of creatures would meet. It glamorize famous and pretty handy too, when it was about a nice drink and some wasted time talking nonsense. Nevertheless, for Ender the Pirate it was all right; he had no issue with the local`s low fame. As a matter a fact, he would even enjoy it, as in this place he was free to meet whoever he would want and to do whatever who would want. The place was allowing this perfectly, and his looks would fit in here too. He was pretty fat, with a big belly ahead of him. His long hair and also beard was brownie colored, but it was not the classical brown but rather a redder one, as the brick. This is the reason for which he was known as Red Beard and everyone would call him this way, but his real name was Harry Blackmore. He also had a big black hat on his head and some dirty clothes one him. Even so, neither this was an issue for him; not at all. He was more concerned about something else now, something that was indeed important: his friend Lullaby, the unicorn. They were to meet here but as usual, Lullaby was getting tardily and this would easily make Ender the pirate tell tales of dragons and ships.

“You are late again!” Thought he, while taking another gulp from his tea and looking at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM and still no sign of the unicorn.

“Hey, Maloney, bring me another tea, will you?” Said Ender to the bartender.

“Yes, right away Ender” Replied he. It was an Octopus, dressed up quite funny with a azure jacket and had a blue scarf around each tentacle of his. He was very efficient; with some of them, he would serve the clients and with some of the tentacles he would easily wash the glasses, dust off or clean the counter. Maloney was a funny octopus too and would make great jokes with his clients. After several seconds, Harry received his ordered beer.

“Thank you, Mal”

“With most pleasure, Ender” Replied to the octopus and would return to the other activities of his.

Finally, while wanting to drink from the tea, Ender saw Lullaby entering the door. Ender was pleased to see him but would shows this as he wanted to adopt an attitude toward the unicorn.

“Hey Ender, how are you? So great to see you!” I said the unicorn while taking a seat on the chair.

“Spare it, Lullaby. You are late again! When will you stop doing that? You know it`s making me nuts when you come late!” Said Ender.

“I apologize for Ender. It was nothing planned. I assure you. It`s just that I`ve met this sweet girl while I was coming here, and we started chatting and time flew away. This is all” Replied the unicorn.

“Well, should have known that your reason for getting here late is a girl. Why didn`t I thought about that?” Said Ender.

The unicorn smiled.

“Next time you`ll know better” Said Lullaby.

“Next time maybe you`ll actually come here timely. Would surely love that” Added Ender.

“All right, all right, message received. Will do so, Ender”

“Thank you, this is mostly appreciated, Lullaby” Replied Ender, teasing a bit. “We have important matters to take care of and firstly, we have to assure our places on The Black Skimmer” 
 

With that Ender sat and said a prayer..

Disturb us, Lord, when

We are too well pleased with ourselves

When our dreams have come true

Because we dreamed too little,

When we arrived safely

Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when

With the abundance of things we possess

We have lost our thirst

For the Waters of Life;

Having fallen in love with life,

We have ceased to dream of eternity

And in our efforts to build a new earth,

We have allowed our vision

Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,

To venture on wider seas

Where storms will show your mastery:

Where losing sight of land

We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back

The horizons of our hopes;

And to push us in the future

In strength, courage, hope, and love.

Francis Drake, 1577

Ahh cafe shi... those were the days... once a long time ago there was a story telling pirate that would sip tea at the cafe shi in China... there were several stories floating around to tell they were easy as picking a dandelion off the grass in some local park nowadays where public funding has been dried up mysteriously from the lack of funding. That is curious is it not? The president has money to play golf; the state department has money to play war in Libya. In yet the local funding for a library is cut... what shame and ignorant ways of this world- so too a story free and clear... there once was a pirate living by no other means but by fishing at the local pond. He was quite a catch if I do say so myself. He would catch the fish, clean, and grill the fish right there in the open park without a license needed... the fish and game people or should I dear say people were upset and dreadfully trying to catch the said pirate. She would get up early for herself say 8 am and be there until closing say 4 pm because the state would not pay for overtime you know... the clever pirate of course fished after 5 pm because you know it is hot out and well getting up before the scheduled time was not his thing... any ways one day after eating his meal, he stopped by a local cafe and guess what bumped into said ranger... And that is where romance begins his hair was wild like a pirate. Dear, I say more. She on the other hand, was a homeliest woman in the world. If the world was less dramatic, she would be her sister that or step sister. Anyway, she had her suspicion that she was being bumped by the dread fisherman of her local pond. She decided to try to catch him by asking about the regional fish. Being a pirate and story teller at that the dear bumpkin listened to her questions about what fish were in the local pond. Being an astute judge of character he proceeded to tell her how to catch the fish in her pond. Trying to figure out the details she asked specific times and places. Being a dreadful pirate he gave details of midnight and under a full moon. It thus preceded the weirdest relationship discussion I have ever seen … so parting ways the pirate wanted to see what would happen. To his delight, the ranger did not show up at 8 am that next day. Inquiring about what was happening, he found out by way of the local library help desk that the ranger was investigating a mad fisherman who would fish at midnight. Say no more with a pirate smile. The ensuing day at 8 am, he showed up and cleaned out the pond. Now where is the romance in this entire story some may say... Well the story has not ended… Being a dreadful pirate and humorist the next day he waited till the ranger was in.

Piracy was not the trade I was going into. However, one does not always get to do what they want. So, drunk and shanghaied into a merchant man ship bound to a small isle someplace off the South American coast. What do I know or do? Any ways my writing ccareer was not going anywhere at that time. I thus began my career as a cook for a voyage that would turn me from a mild-mannered writer to a sword carrying pirate cook fiend. 
 

Once Ender was captured and taken aboard a very big ship that floated in the sky... It was a trick of course. The grand scheme of things this outpost of a world held nothing of notice other then the latest world being built by the planet building ship called Paradise. There, for some reason, life was produced to hold on to souls from a garden called Eden. The whole of the game, if an opinion may be expressed was to provide entertainment friendship and just something to do over the millions of years. The trick of course was the great light was given a chance to be greater, instead picked up on something Anderson and Anderson Company brought to the US. The idea of destruction often allows from the ruins something new to be built. Anyway at this lowly outpost a third of the angels decided to go along with the re destruction of perfection. They followed what some call death, some call the power an angel of “light” that fell from heaven, some call the story malarkey.

Any ways, to start out, there were 70 creatures created with two greater beings called Adam and Lilith http://www.straightdope.com/.../whats-the-story-on-lilith... being the heads of the group living on Paradise’s on-board garden Eden. If understood correctly this group split up. Lilith went to combine with death, and his group created what is commonly called demons. While Adam being alone watched as G8d created another woman in front of him. Upon seeing the creation process he did not want his woman. If legends be read incorrectly which most is this woman became the mother of faire folks. Meaning she ate of the tree of life, but not of the forbidden fruit. Making her forever young and her offspring numerous up to the point of the great sin.

Cafe Shi, opens before you. There in a small tea cafe in the midst of China sat a future captain. There a boy, really a young man named Robert Talon Claw started to a crew a tiny smuggler ship called the Black skimmer. Sitting there Talon signed a crew a smuggling craft at times one needs to accept what one can get. His first crew was squirrel, bear, and raccoon. The choice is yours, them or a crew with a duck, bear, and crazy person yet to be named. There once upon a time was a pirate named Ender or there about who sailed the seven seas on teh ship the black skimmer. He sailed with a raccoon, a quarrel, a duck and a bear. They had just gotten a dragon teh size of a lizard when this tale begins. You see a Time lord found the hopelessly lost captain searching fo a item of power to resolve a insurance claim he meant to ile because of his traveling arrangements were not according to said advertised travel agent. He had been promised a shot or a spot on the Rainbow Universe which means a mind transfer between people with similar lives, money etc and the chance to restart a new. The issue you see was one of hose minds had not really applied for the trip or ticket and had been thrown into the parallel universe without much comfort nor understanding of what was going on. He is first few weeks in silence he watched as things which were were not and that change did change or not. A mountain moved, a Continent moved, and a few people he tried to talk to only a psychic and a Scientologist would listen to him. His friends abandoned him to his trip though the parallel universe . The raccoon was the first to go finding a wonderful isle to play with bread and such. The squirrel was the next and lizard got off on the same spot. The bear was he only one left the duck having flown he coop. Thus Ender the pirate and the bear were spirally through parallel universes one day at a time. Finding that what is and was and what ever was said had been done somewhere some how within the confines of great minds. Did that make them deities? Did the deities that ruled the earth realize they were nothing but power hungry? The travels begin to have some fun. The pirate became an adventurer instead of a pirate. write strange stories across the parallel universe making people think. A Deity that would kick a person out of his home because he ate a fig and shortened his life along with taking away his job is kind of excess for eating a fig. The real question then is the deity real or just someone that lives longer than most? With time does your mind realize what is going on. Why I was not home, while being at home. First off, Billings Montana changed a lot. My worldeaters five bookstores, now only 1 movie theater plus a new one someplace in the west. Bookstores Barnes and Nobles still stands however all others are gone. Did find two new used bookstores, meaning if they were in my world I would have been in them prior to this visit. Bolivia Mountain that I am tracking is now way off to the what I thought was south.. now I am not sure. direction wise I think the world has turned a bit.Changes noticed most notable paint and industrial changes. The telofairco has two new posts, and paint either everyone has gone white color or red and blue are no longer for painting homes. Gained 300 million people between May 15 and now.. http://www.worldometers.info/world-population/planet showed 7.2 billion June 14.. https://cosmofunnel.com/poems/the-meaning-of-life-42-or-what-ever-you-mean-it-to-be-the-story-of-life-a-pastary-or-pi-with

The world was not always this way. However, every fifteen hundred years the planets would be alien with the galaxy which was being crashed into the Milky Way. Few people knew and even cared that which was happening. Earth moving the Jews from Egypt... Their assumption was a golden calf which was represented by the planet or star with the planet splashing lights against the earth's atmosphere. The Jews knew about it or the idea even though their concept was a bit different from this story. Their ideology was that the cycle of reality was to happen seven times and then dubious. The debatable is the crash which I am speaking about. For you see most galaxy does not crash into one another. Their orbits’ spin to direction in a vast space that no one really cared. Nevertheless, that leaves or leads the story into a different path then the one which I am to tell. You see at the very edge of the galaxy was a planet which was significant only to a few trillion species of which if evolution is correct, the greatest was a worm. Figuratively, the top animal or advance organism that gets to eat everything was considered to be the top of their pyramid. Some would argue that bacteria or viruses. However, just for this story complexity the worm gets to eat all while the bacteria then get to eat the worm. So life was not as complex as expected. Back to the alignment of planets. The farthest edges of the galaxy bring the first to contact each other galaxy a shift had concurred in the planet alignment which in galaxy Milky Way, one day was equating to about 1, 0000 years of the rotation of earth around the star. Every 1.4 days a planet from the other galaxy would float close planet earth and well weird and wild events would happen to the planets. Example currently hurricanes the size of Texas on Saturn. Prior history tells of a flood called Noah's flood, then to the Jews Joseph's drought which ends. However, the planets' influences do not end until Moses. The Jews could see the planet's sun making lights like a golden calf which they built a model of for themselves to worship for their redemption. The last time this planet passed was a collapsed of Rome, half of China ate the other half of China due to starvation. That brings the story to date with the influence of planet having Saturn creating a hurricane the size of Texas... Size wise speculation on the future of trillions of individuals on an inner planet called locally by the inhabitant’s earth was in question. The Jews believing this to be either the third or seventh cycle prior to the big crash some three hundred thousand years in the future of the two galaxy were awaiting a spiritual messiah who would make them rule the future and all would be their slaves. While the Muslims one sect believed that, their prophet would send them into a different galaxy as well. The Christians being confused seemed not to understand their tales also. For looking into it Christ being a Jew spoke to a gentile who actually followed Jewish law a Samaritan telling her she did not even know what she was doing. Seemingly, this would mean that Christianity was a hoax brought by a man called Saul, who changed his name to Paul because of his hatred of the ideology of Christ, which was corrupting his religion. Thus for most Christians their faith was one thing while what was to happen to them well. That goes back to the story. Ender the pirate was sailing the Black Skimmer towards an isle known to few as the dragon's Isle. The Isle was to hold one of the last living dragon's and while the legends told of vast treasures and riches to those that could fight the dragon few if any ships ever returned with tales, one way or the other, so after a time few ships ventured towards the edges. Ender of course with his crew of a cat, bear, raccoon, and wild duck were of a different sort. Ender being blind and partially mad loved to think that the world was going to be an adventure. While the cat though, he heard that they're on the Isle lived a great ball of yarn, which could roll forever and ever and never loss all the string. While the bear misunderstood someone to say that the largest bee farm was kept there by the last dragons for the honey to be used in their tea. While the wild duck was along for the trip. Thus floated the Black Skimmer to the edge of the world's edge. For those not in the know, the world during this time was flat. A proven fact that North America had not broken away from Asia/Russia, and South America was still part of Africa. While Austrialia was part of Asia, and islands were just a myth at the time. The extreme oceans were still tanked up underground by excessive doors, leaking only enough to make small rivers. Mankind knew in those days how to dam the water from the ground with great iron bars. So the real question was what water was the Black Skimmer skimming on. The answer the mighty Missouri river which flowed through rivers all the way to the Mediterranean, which was a land where the sky was covered in dew most days' meaning plants grew big and sizeable because of the excess water and sunlight which were always there due to the during of the world bring spun more on the top of the world with everything together. Thus, the plants grew excessive and great without much trouble. The time frame was prior to Noah's flood, and the beavers were finishing a pronounced dam similar to the one they are building now in Canada. Which held more water than anything had in a while. The timing was bad because the earth was making its galaxy cycle, which would push it outside of the galaxy for roughly 12 years frying the atmosphere. Any ways on these rivers were chucked of lands, which were called Isle and that was where the adventurers were going. You see the tale of the serpent and Eve only told partially the tale. Satan or Death or one of the other thirteen names known currently to the author was unable to enter the garden of Eden. But the serpent was able to stand outside the wall and with his long neck trail to Eve’s location to talk with her. The dragons voice with an angel tongue was beguiling to her. Humor punishment of death because liars win and honest people lose. Interesting that is the tale that is being told. For punishment death, work, and labor because Adam was unable to give up a woman. There were two prior to her. Lilith the first woman which was cut from the spine of Adam. The backs of Adam and Lilith being together made an awesome sight and pictures are hard to come by. Evidently she was tired of Adam and desired more in creation. She ate of the tree of life and not of tree of knowledge allowing her to survive to this day as the queen of demons. The second woman made while Adam watched is speculative by some say she is the queen of the fairies and that her realm was still of energy so that her realm and reality as we human know it come together every mid summer eve and if you are in the right fairy ring you can watch the fairies king in the mad hunt for those humans caught in that location. The third was Eve taken as a rib from Adam. The tale is even more interesting as to what Adam knew and allowed. According to some he knew everything to come as well as the past.

Ender the pirate was sailing the Black Skimmer towards an isle known to few as the dragon's Isle. The Isle was to hold one of the last living dragon's and while the legends told of vast treasures and riches to those that could fight the dragon few if any ships ever returned with tales, one way or the other, so after a time few ships ventured towards the edges. Ender of course with his crew of a cat, bear, raccoon, and wild duck were of a different sort. Ender being blind and partially mad loved to think that the world was going to be an adventure. While the cat though, he heard that they're on the Isle lived a great ball of yarn, which could roll forever and ever and never loss all the string. While the bear misunderstood someone to say that the largest bee farm was kept there by the last dragons for the honey to be used in their tea. While the wild duck was along for the trip. Thus floated the Black Skimmer to the edge of the world's edge. For those not in the know, the world during this time was flat. A proven fact that North America had not broken away from Asia/Russia, and South America was still part of Africa. While Austrialia was part of Asia, and islands were just a myth at the time. The extreme oceans were still tanked up underground by excessive doors, leaking only enough to make small rivers. Mankind knew in those days how to dam the water from the ground with great iron bars. So the real question was what water was the Black Skimmer skimming on. The answer the mighty Missouri river which flowed through rivers all the way to the Meditrean, which was a land where the sky was covered in dew most days' meaning plants grew big and sizeable because of the excess water and sunlight which were always there due to the during of the world bring spun more on the top of the world with everything together. Thus, the plants grew excessive and great without much trouble. The time fframe was prior to Noah's flood, and the beavers were finishing a pronounced dam similar to the one they are building now in Canada. Which held more water than anything had in a while. The timing was bad because the earth was making its galaxy cycle, which would push it outside of the galaxy for roughly 12 years frying the atmosphere. Any ways on these rivers were chucked of lands, which were called Isle and that was where the adventurers were going.

On the dock was pretty quiet. There was no particular noise that would disturb the silence, except for the cheerfully voices coming from Café Shi; an ordinary café shop where all kinds of creatures would meet. It was pretty famous and pretty handy too, when it was about a nice drink and some wasted time talking nonsense. But for Ender the Pirate it was all right; he had no issue with the local`s low fame. As a matter a fact, he would even enjoy it, as here he was free to meet whoever he would want and to do whatever who would want. The place was allowing this perfectly and his looks would fit in here too. He was pretty fat, with a big belly ahead of him. His long hair and also beard was brownie colored, but it was not the classical brown but rather a redder one, as the brick. This is the reason for which he was known as Red Beard and everyone would call him this way but his real name was Harry Blackmore. He also had a big black hat on his head and some dirty clothes one him. But neither this was an issue for him; not at all. He was more concerned about something else now, something that was indeed important: his friend Lullaby, the unicorn. They were to meet here but as usual, Lullaby was getting late and this would easily make Ender the pirate tell tales of dragons and ships.

“You are late again!” Thought he, while taking another gulp from his tea and looking at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM and still no sign of the unicorn.

“Hey, Maloney, bring me another tea, will you?” Said Ender to the bar tender.

“Yes, right away Ender” Replied he. It was an Octopus, dressed up quite funny with a blue jacket and had a blue scarf around each tentacle of his. He was very efficient; with some of them he would serve the clients and with some of the tentacles he would easily wash the glasses, dust off or clean the counter. Maloney was a funny octopus too and would make great jokes with his clients. After several seconds, Harry received his ordered beer.

“Thank you, Mal”

“With most pleasure, Ender” Replied the octopus and would return to the other activities of his.

Finally, while wanting to drink from the tea, Ender saw Lullaby entering the door. Ender was pleased to see him but wouldn`t show this as he wanted to adopt an attitude toward the unicorn.

“Hey Ender, how are you? So great to see you!” Said the unicorn while taking a seat on the chair.

“Spare it, Lullaby. You are late again! When will you stop doing that? You know it`s making me nuts when you come late!” Said Ender.

“I apologize Ender, it was nothing planned, I assure you. It`s just that I`ve met this sweet girl while I was coming here and we started chatting and time flew away. This is all” Replied the unicorn.

“Well, should have known that your reason for getting here late is a girl. Why didn`t I thought about that?” Said Ender.

The unicorn smiled.

“Next time you`ll know better” Said Lullaby.

“Next time maybe you`ll actually come here timely. Would surely love that” Added Ender.

“All right, all right, message received. Will do so, Ender”

“Thank you, this is mostly appreciated, Lullaby” Replied Ender, teasing a bit. “We have important matters to take care of and firstly, we have to assure our places on The Black Skimmer”

Disturb us, Lord, when

We are too well pleased with ourselves

When our dreams have come true

Because we dreamed too little,

When we arrived safely

Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when

With the abundance of things we possess

We have lost our thirst

For the Waters of Life;

Having fallen in love with life,

We have ceased to dream of eternity

And in our efforts to build a new earth,

We have allowed our vision

Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,

To venture on wider seas

Where storms will show your mastery:

Where losing sight of land

We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back

The horizons of our hopes;

And to push us in the future

In strength, courage, hope, and love.

Francis Drake, 1577

Ahh cafe shi... those were the days... once along time ago there was a story telling pirate that would sip tea at the cafe shi in china... there were several stories floating around to tell them were easy as picking a dandelion off the grass in some local park now a days where public funding has been dried up mysteriously from the lack of funding. That is curious is it not? The president has money to play golf; the state department has money to play war in Libya. In yet the local funding for a library is cut... what shame and ignorant ways of this world- so too a story free and clear... there once was a pirate living by no other means but by fishing at the local pond. He was quite a catch if I do say so myself. He would catch the fish, clean, and grill the fish right there in the open park without a license needed... the fish and game people or should I dear say person was upset and dreadfully trying to catch the said pirate. She would get up early for herself say 8 am and be there till closing say 4 pm because the state would not pay for overtime you know... the clever pirate of course fished after 5 pm because you know it is hot out and well getting up early was not his thing... anyways one day after eating his meal he stopped by a local cafe and guess what bumped into said ranger.. And that is where romance begins his hair was wild like a pirate. Dear I say more. She on the other hand was a homeliest woman in the world. If the world was less dramatic she would be her sister that or step sister. Anyway she had her suspicion that she was being bumped by the dread fisherman of her local pond. She decided to try to catch him by asking about the local fish. Being a pirate and story teller at that the dear bumpkin listened to her questions about what fish were in the local pond. Being an astute judge of character he proceeded to tell her how to catch the fish in her pond. Trying to figure out the details she asked specific times and places. Being a dreadful pirate he gave details of midnight and under a full moon. Thus preceded the weirdest relationship discussion I have ever seen … So parting ways the pirate wanted to see what would happen. To his delight the ranger did not show up at 8 am that next day. Inquiring about what was happening he found out by way of the local library help desk that the ranger was investigating a mad fisherman that would fish at midnight. Say no more with a pirate smile. The next day at 8 am he showed up and cleaned out the pond. Now where is the romance in this entire story some may say... Well the story has not ended… Being a dreadful pirate and humorist the next day he waited till the ranger was in.

I would be a pirate in a new profession

I would be called Ender the Claw or Talon for short

Thanks for sharing

Thanks for writing

Keep on sharing

Keep on writing

Merry Christmas

Syria pray for peace oh USA

Pray for peace in Syria oh USA

Peace for Syria I pray oh USA

Live the life for love oh Syria

Love to live for life oh Syria

Life to love is to live oh Syria

Loss is to death to sadness oh Syria in hand with USA

Sadness is loss showing death oh Syria in hand with USA

Death is sadness showing loss oh Syria in hand with USA

reality is playing a game

time is showing the us evil way

money is evil in this way

Us lets stop playing evil

reality is just a game

Why give Syria money weapons to cause more evil

Why support evil

time is will see how evil us was in its ways

Shame on us for causing evil in Syria these days

disgrace is what I see today

librerty is dead today

to stand for right is no longer popular today

be right not evil is not in today

shame and disgrace is in today

evil is right today

sad state of today

wandering along the dragon sees a pretty little girl....

ahh.. to think about thngs and dream about this is this or that is that..

the dragon of course start to remember memories long ago in times far far away in a galaxy not to simlar to this one but diffrerent..

aw girl...

you must be pirate at a time...

a pirate tale

there once was a pirate named ender

who loved to sail with the wind ..

he would sign on to crew someone new just to see where the wind blew him...

then one day in may he was at a lost.. to join thepirate crew or marooned on said island of lost...

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. the thread may stretch or tangle. but it will never break There once was a dragon, which lived in a cave. Actually a shape sifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem of course was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. You see she was only a bit over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard you would know. As for her large cave it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem of course is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used book store and being well rummed up by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of "Dragon" Ender the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon. Upon landing from the Black Skimmer Ender set the crew about cleaning and crewing the ship. While he scouted ahead to the dark large cave which was suppose to be at the middle of the isle. But to his surprise he discovered no cave only what looked like a very large lunch box treasure chest with a hole in it. That day Ender had to chuckle as he saw Liz the fierce dragon of Dragon isle come out of her “cave” She was a lizard he thought. Then she transformed into the measure lady that she was. Wow.. Ender thought of all the places she could sneak into and the wealth to be had. Formulating a new plan Ender went back to his ship to prepare it for a new member of Ender the pirates crew. He instructed his crew to defer to the dragon or lizard and always call her by her formal title dragonist. He then put together a nice snug room for her cave and had the bear prepare a nice turkey diner for her which was part of his plan. Upon the bears finishing touches of the turkey off Ender the pirate went to the Dragon cave' . He called out to the treasure chest lunch box Oh mighty dragon I have a meal for you'.. The dragon being a lady could smell something good and was curious not having many visitors do to the legend of the mighty dragon on Dragon isle. Liz the dragon came out of her cave. She saw what did she see. A mad hatter- no a pirate yes or a mad hatter dressed as a pirate. Liz was a bit taken back. She thought of him as a wild man so was curious as to his desire. Ender invited her to dine on a miniature table where he set the whole turkey and stuffing on. She saw this as a great deal and joined him for a conversational tale.

There once was a dragon, which lived in a cave. Actually a shape shifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem of course was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. You see she was only a bit over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard you would know. As for her large cave it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem of course is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used book store and being well rummed up by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of "Dragon" Ender the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon.

So on this fateful day

For court of Ender the pirate last few years were gloom- he was old and had become both un glamorous with a bad taste for music. The court was bored and desperate for novelty. So in 1710 when the pirate battles started a fresh new pirate of fifteen-year-old lad named the Claw who was both devilishly handsome and charming had a particularly strong effect on the ladies within the Troll kings court. He was witty and cared for politics as few men cared. He saw that the cycle of life was to happen to a great country but he also saw no one cared. So within he started his plan to tell a tale that would live on even after his soul was burning on fire for his lovers. His plan was witty indulgent, some of the wenches laughed when his hands wondered towards places a fifteen year old should not have his hands..

Once upon a time there was a great sorcerer who lived in the woods. It was visited by a hacker named Ender in the future. Both of them were sitting, drinking tea and wine till night. They told stories of how hackers took princesses from castles and fought political dragons taking their treasures rings of power from dark lords

They raised enough silver to start a business. Ender the pirate has added to his crew minions, a raccoon, a black cat, along with the ole loyal bear, and not so devoted duck. They were crewing out of Japan when they came upon a book full of maps with x on them. The jest was during the night the raccoon wanting to clean his fish used the first map as a hand rag. Making the book smell and smearing the directions a bit. So off went the crew towards an unknown fate...

Ender the pirate has added to his crew minions, a raccoon, a black cat, along with the ole faithful bear, and not so faithful duck. They were crewing out of Japan when they came upon a book full of maps with x on them. The jest was during the night the raccoon wanting to clean his fish used the first map as a hand rag. Making the smell and smearing the directions a bit. So off went the crew towards an unknown fate..

The pirate named Ender on board the Black Skimmer with his crew of a black cat, raccoon, duck and bear were setting sail to a land of magic. The map was all drawn up and the x marked the spot. The problem was the raccoon being hungry had taken the map and used it to wrapped down his newly caught fish, So there was the crew half between here and there when they realized they did not the location of the Isle, and on the Isle where the x was supposed to be... The captain Ender was bit upset but exactly hen he saw a merchant sails, in the distance... To save face for the raccoon and himself, he orders the skull and bones to be hoisted and flung out the cannon hatch because there was only one cannon on the Black skimmer off, they did a merry chase of the merchant man ship which exactly saw the skull, and cross bones turned and fled.

Looting and piracy was common occurrences in those days

Piracy was common thief in those day.

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 and cross bones shown

Ender the pirate was sleeping on deck. An on coming ship was bearing down on the Black Skimmer with a evilest looking crew of skeletons and a pumpkin looking captain at the helm yelling pumpkin sees at his crew. Ender feeling the dread about to bounce he foresees a obvious ship shadow of the skeleton laden ship. Ender moved fast to Black Skimmer helm turning the ship on its anchor very missing the on coming skeleton ship.

The story of threes... you have heard it. The accident happened then another and a third just for the kicks of it. You have to be ready for anything. I do not know what I am, but I have survived again. The third attempt I survived or is there more. What happens next... that is the story... right leg, left foot gone, hearing almost gone, humor how a person trying to kill me with a zip gun attempted murder, and well, the world is out to get someone. But, why this life was to be a bookworm. What could I have done? Alternatively, It could have been... that is a question I do not understand... seated here I realize I should have taken a left corner instead of a right. I would have been next to there... that make no sense... perhaps try something else... a book an author... a poet maybe ... I tried a bit 
 

conceivably a professional ...  perchance I could have been a marine... Or stand against the odds... how I would catch to work against the dragons... what is life like what to say what to do... the tale of ender the pirate most know... Welcome back to the presentation of how the world is nowadays...

There is an Almighty that I know .. I knew of him for a while. He is great and terrible his world is not that which I would be a choice for this life.

I do know that his domain is coming closer. Ceres or Nebular or somewhere else where is Heaven and then that makes there a hell. What will happen? The wars, the peace called by everyone but fulfilled by none. Earthquakes in diverse places, volcano, wars, the world is coming apart per verses in the Bible. Why? What purpose? If the end is known why play the game?

That is the question- is there an alternative world or domain or universe? Is hell the outcome for all those that are not proper or wanting to be right? That is weird about the questioning...

Ender the pirate was sailing the Black Skimmer towards an isle known to few as the dragon's Isle. The Isle was to hold one of the last living dragon's and while the legends told of vast treasures and riches to those that could fight the dragon few if any ships ever returned with tales, one way or the other, so after a time few ships ventured towards the edges. Ender of course with his crew of a cat, bear, raccoon, and wild duck were of a different sort. Ender being blind and partially mad loved to think that the world was going to be an adventure. While the cat though, he heard that they're on the Isle lived a great ball of yarn, which could roll forever and ever and never loss all the string. While the bear misunderstood someone to say that the largest bee farm was kept there by the last dragons for the honey to be used in their tea. While the wild duck was along for the trip. Thus floated the Black Skimmer to the edge of the world's edge. For those not in the know, the world during this time was flat. A proven fact that North America had not broken away from Asia/Russia, and South America was still part of Africa. While Austrialia was part of Asia, and islands were just a myth at the time. The extreme oceans were still tanked up underground by excessive doors, leaking only enough to make small rivers. Mankind knew in those days how to dam the water from the ground with great iron bars. So the real question was what water was the Black Skimmer skimming on. The answer the mighty Missouri river which flowed through rivers all the way to the Meditrean, which was a land where the sky was covered in dew most days' meaning plants grew big and sizeable because of the excess water and sunlight which were always there due to the during of the world bring spun more on the top of the world with everything together. Thus, the plants grew excessive and great without much trouble. The timeframe was prior to Noah's flood, and the beavers were finishing a pronounced dam similar to the one they are building now in Canada. Which held more water than anything had in a while. The timing was bad because the earth was making its galaxy cycle, which would push it outside of the galaxy for roughly 12 years frying the atmosphere. Any ways on these rivers were chucked of lands, which were called Isle and that was where the adventurers were going.

The crew of the Black Skimmer which was the flag ship of the Talon crew was fierce. There was a bear, cat, raccoon, and a duck along with the feared leader Ender the pirate, who imagination and rum recently started out to enlarge the crew with a little dragon.. again for those in the know she was a lizard that could talk.. but that was not here or there. For Ender Talon the claw had formed an alliance of sorts with rum soaked pirates who drink their weight in rum and sung songs that made the cats yell in the night..

When a person yells. I wonder is it because they cannot communicate or because the other person fails to understand. I fear yelling. Physical abuse and a gal named Indira. I think maybe I shall start writing more poetry just for the fun of it. Who knows maybe I will influence myself into being a better person. That is after all I want is to remember myself being doing and being good. Of course I know my nemesis would insist I am pure evil.. But do not believe everything you read or hear on cartoon network news. The media often times has their own agenda and propaganda thus the alternative news articles, Statements of wild innuendos and often times pirate stories where the lone Ender the pirate was being ravished by some woman or more while trying to keep his virtue.. Why he is saving his virtue turned out to be a lie from his old school years sex could lead to pregnancy and since Ender the pirate was bright as a shooting star - meaning a burning rock into the earths atmosphere he often forgot or maybe his memories were just off a bit

Ender the pirate was a free spirit. He was a bohemian in the since of a writer of prose that made little sense to those that read it and to those that cared about him; his reality never was totally confirmed as that of reality in the world around him. Meaning he tended to believe he was sailing the seven seas in the ocean breeze when hell was upon him. He learned from Job that this world was a toy for a mightiest of creators and why did the potter make the pot black because he could.. Now for those in today's world that means we are all but puppets on a string awaiting a time and place to show love and not judgment in hopes for a better beginning or ending than the last one. Sadness does tell that cycling seeds is what the soul of the creator or breath is about all. Either we are weeds to be burnt or sense... But enough philosophy ... to read is to have time to think.. To think is love thoughts and to love thoughts is to dream.. Reality is but an illusion for in my dream I believe I have a crew of a cat, raccoon, duck, bear on board the Black skimmer we crew out of the Far East usually from a cafe Shi where we have tea and bring about change in this wonderful world.

The world was not always this way. However, every fifteen hundred years the planets would be alien with the galaxy which was being crashed into the Milky Way. Few people knew and even cared that which was happening. Earth moving the Jews from Egypt... Their assumption was a golden calf which was represented by the planet or star with the planet splashing lights against the earth's atmosphere. The Jews knew about it or the idea even though their concept was a bit different from this story. Their ideology was that the cycle of reality was to happen seven times and then dubious. The debatable is the crash which I am speaking about. For you see most galaxy does not crash into one another. Their orbits’ spin to direction in a vast space that no one really cared. Nevertheless, that leaves or leads the story into a different path then the one which I am to tell. You see at the very edge of the galaxy was a planet which was significant only to a few trillion species of which if evolution is correct, the greatest was a worm. Figuratively, the top animal or advance organism that gets to eat everything was considered to be the top of their pyramid. Some would argue that bacteria or viruses. However, just for this story complexity the worm gets to eat all while the bacteria then get to eat the worm. So life was not as complex as expected. Back to the alignment of planets. The farthest edges of the galaxy bring the first to contact each other galaxy a shift had concurred in the planet alignment which in galaxy Milky Way, one day was equating to about 1, 0000 years of the rotation of earth around the star. Every 1.4 days a planet from the other galaxy would float close planet earth and well weird and wild events would happen to the planets. Example currently hurricanes the size of Texas on Saturn. Prior history tells of a flood called Noah's flood, then to the Jews Joseph's drought which ends. However, the planets' influences do not end until Moses. The Jews could see the planet's sun making lights like a golden calf which they built a model of for themselves to worship for their redemption. The last time this planet passed was a collapsed of Rome, half of China ate the other half of China due to starvation. That brings the story to date with the influence of planet having Saturn creating a hurricane the size of Texas... Size wise speculation on the future of trillions of individuals on an inner planet called locally by the inhabitant’s earth was in question. The Jews believing this to be either the third or seventh cycle prior to the big crash some three hundred thousand years in the future of the two galaxy were awaiting a spiritual messiah who would make them rule the future and all would be their slaves. While the Muslims one sect believed that, their prophet would send them into a different galaxy as well. The Christians being confused seemed not to understand their tales also. For looking into it Christ being a Jew spoke to a gentile who actually followed Jewish law a Samaritan telling her she did not even know what she was doing. Seemingly, this would mean that Christianity was a hoax brought by a man called Saul, who changed his name to Paul because of his hatred of the ideology of Christ, which was corrupting his religion. Thus for most Christians their faith was one thing while what was to happen to them well. That goes back to the story. Ender the pirate was sailing the Black Skimmer towards an isle known to few as the dragon's Isle. The Isle was to hold one of the last living dragon's and while the legends told of vast treasures and riches to those that could fight the dragon few if any ships ever returned with tales, one way or the other, so after a time few ships ventured towards the edges. Ender of course with his crew of a cat, bear, raccoon, and wild duck were of a different sort. Ender being blind and partially mad loved to think that the world was going to be an adventure. While the cat though, he heard that they're on the Isle lived a great ball of yarn, which could roll forever and ever and never loss all the string. While the bear misunderstood someone to say that the largest bee farm was kept there by the last dragons for the honey to be used in their tea. While the wild duck was along for the trip. Thus floated the Black Skimmer to the edge of the world's edge. For those not in the know, the world during this time was flat. A proven fact that North America had not broken away from Asia/Russia, and South America was still part of Africa. While Austrialia was part of Asia, and islands were just a myth at the time. The extreme oceans were still tanked up underground by excessive doors, leaking only enough to make small rivers. Mankind knew in those days how to dam the water from the ground with great iron bars. So the real question was what water was the Black Skimmer skimming on. The answer the mighty Missouri river which flowed through rivers all the way to the Meditrean, which was a land where the sky was covered in dew most days' meaning plants grew big and sizeable because of the excess water and sunlight which were always there due to the during of the world bring spun more on the top of the world with everything together. Thus, the plants grew excessive and great without much trouble. The timeframe was prior to Noah's flood, and the beavers were finishing a pronounced dam similar to the one they are building now in Canada. Which held more water than anything had in a while. The timing was bad because the earth was making its galaxy cycle, which would push it outside of the galaxy for roughly 12 years frying the atmosphere. Any ways on these rivers were chucked of lands, which were called Isle and that was where the adventurers were going. You see the tale of the serpent and Eve only told partially the tale. Satan or Death or one of the other thirteen names known currently to the author was unable to enter the garden of Eden. But the serpent was able to stand outside the wall and with his long neck trail to Eve’s location to talk with her. The dragons voice with an angel tongue was beguiling to her. Humor punishment of death because liars win and honest people lose. Interesting that is the tale that is being told. For punishment death, work, and labor because Adam was unable to give up a woman. There were two prior to her. Lilith the first woman which was cut from the spine of Adam. The backs of Adam and Lilith being together made an awesome sight and pictures are hard to come by. Evidently she was tired of Adam and desired more in creation. She ate of the tree of life and not of tree of knowledge allowing her to survive to this day as the queen of demons. The second woman made while Adam watched is speculative by some say she is the queen of the fairies and that her realm was still of energy so that her realm and reality as we human know it come together evry mid summer eve and if you are in the right fairy ring you can watch the fairie king in the mad hunt for those humans caught in that location. The third was Eve taken as a rib from Adam. The tale is even more interesting as to what Adam knew and allowed. According to some he knew everything to come as well as the past.

Dear new friends old friends family and people that are getting to know me a bit. I tell tales, I read conspiracies, I read news, I read and write poetry and short stories. IF you find something wrong let me know please. That way I can either verify it or remove it. If you are offended by something and tell me later - well I am sorry. If it is something I can remove now I will. If however it is the truth.. Well that is where I must point out a lot of news is not getting out there. FOX news is not liked because well some of what is said is offensive. So let me know please so I can work on being a better presenter. If you say I have to verify everything- I point to you in a court of law I do not have to defend it. you have to find the correct answer and provide it to me so that I can have my opinion changed- wrong is not right without proof. http://www.commieblaster.com/ how many of these stories are true? what is the truth.. question everything.. why.. the challenge to find as many different sources and ask the question to news media.. is this truth? if so why are we not hearing about if? An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. the thread may stretch or tangle. but it will never break. Call the United States Capitol switchboard ask for your state senator and zip code house of representative at 1-202-224-3121 or http://drunkdialcongress.org/ask them to stop illegal aliens and fund unemployment There once was a dragon, which lived in a cave. Actually a shape shifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem of course was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. You see she was only a bit over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard you would know. As for her large cave it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem of course is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used book store and being well rummed up by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of "Dragon" Ender the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon.

so the adventurers of ender the one legged, one eye, half mad pirate. So after verifing me as a US citizen. Guess what Healthcare.gov did.. They cancelled my insurance. I find this rather amusing. I started not agreeeing with the wars in Syria, Egypt, and Libya and now I am a non citizen being punshished for asking that my tax dollars does not support muslim work. I find this interesting to the extreme. who is the person she is seeing there? After more than 24 hours of travel between increases, decreases in aircraft, endless waits at airports and all delayed flights, reach media night and the only thing he wanted was to take my pill and not wake up, because even a second stop thinking about you, you don't know how much I love you and what hurt me this "separation", but over your decision. I love you, I love you, and even in my dreams "empastillados" do not you alejaste me, in the middle of my dream expected to hear the tone of the cell becoming my beautiful morning message. Awakening was scary, knowing that I'll not be seeing. All good this back is what again had my hands to my baby to my friend when I'm bajoneada as now I climb to the and handling without direction, is the only that I "listen and understand me" and only ask God to guide my legs and hands (because I'm still an inexperienced driver) have so much adrenaline insideis such frustration that the only thing I want to run and scream that I love you. He cannot be at home because I felt that I drowned, I have a lump in the throat and one more in the heart, I want to scream that I love you, I miss you and you are the love of my life. humor how life goes, no love, no money, no health insurance, no citizenship, I expect soon air will be hard to breath- yesterday I had cancelled from Humana via Healthcare,gov my health insurance. I find this funny. I wonder if I am not a citizen do I not get a free ride to where ever they say I am from? My name is Clinton Siegle.

I am applying for disability having lost left foot, right ankle, left eye sight, etc.

I am in need of some help pro bono advice at present. My story is as following: I lost part my right ankle June 2013. March 3rd I lost my left foot. I have been working to get disability and have lost sight in my left eye July 15.

= So two days ago the Healthcare.gov made me cry. I called my Humana HMOx plan was informed I was not a citizen of the US and that I needed to be verified and was directly transferred to Healthcare.gov. Not what I had called in for. I called in for a temporary prosthesis which Humana has denied, eye surgery codes 67370, 67028, j8035, 67114; a sleep study 95807 echo cardo 93306, dyspnea annexation 986.05, referral for a Doctor Reid, and prescription for a Dr. Parkinson. After 20 minutes waiting for someone to pick up the phone, I hung up and called Humana again where a nice lady listened to my requests for referrals. I will give her a raise if I could but to no avail. Referrals not happening for me. She to had to transfer me to Healthcare.gov 1 hour 25 minutes later, a Michelle answered the phone. I was informed they could not find me. After 30 or 50 minutes of trying social, etc- I was asked to call Humana but to get a reason as to why verification for a market place ID number. I called Humana- only to find again that my social was not entered in, and they had no record of a market place ID number, and that there was no government co-pay. The lady I asked to stay on the phone with me from Humana. Fourth hour the guy picks up and tries to find me. At least, he tried, phone, social, email, Humanas bogus social entered into the system. They left me in tears fearing that I am now having to identify myself to Market place department of health and human service 465 industrial Blvd London ky 40750 saying I have to send in my social, birth certificate, and families to prove I am an American. Case number from human services- sorry they do not have one- from Humana 704073225914 so at present, I also find out that HS is linked to IRS, Homeland security, etc.- Why am I having to spend five hours on the phone to prove I am a resident not getting subsidies per acknowledgment by Humana on the phone? What agency is looking at me and why am I being punished, Mentally I am already crying I would like some help please. I spent three hours at credit union notarizing my licences, and social security card with all my family and coping my birth certificate. The next issue disability was supposed to make a point known August 13, per letters from Senator Hatch, and Honorable Matheson. That has been pushed to November 1st evidently I am to grow a leg, pay 29k versus 12k cap health bills. I would like to know if you could suggest anyone in Utah to help me.

say long time... how are you doing? as a pirate I have done better and wrote several new poems, went on a autobiographic trip and decided on my birthday I will run for president... so as Ender the pirate I am writing now a short story. ... there Ender was in the middle of a comic classical sword fight with a witch riding a broom and her two kids from said priate.... They were off to have fun and run through a large super dome to which other witches and pirates did roam. . There met was a \African american girl crying to which said queations where asked and replies given without the real question.. Good behavior maybe? Or he was not sentenced under the same laws or rules. Example maybe he meaning your uncle got more often and thus had more of a rap sheet? Or maybe racism or he just did provide the same challenge to the prison system so they wanted to keep him longer...

Well, as for your fathers owning new car congratulations for him. As for why he was pulled over. Economic opportunity meaning African Americans buying a new car percentage wise Africans Americans represent only 12% (there are 13 percentage of all consumers at this age group) of the consumer population of the United States- While blacks represent about 38% of the prison population. http://prospect.org/article/six-charts-explain-why-our-prison-system-so-insane this means about 1% of all Americans that are African Americans consumers are in prison or heading that way. Meaning if you do the percentages one in 13 African Americans could be taken in an imprisoned. Makes targeting an existing problem to easy and to question that… Well if you look at the death row inmates of African Americans killing African Americans out of http://www.deathpenaltyinfo.org/race-death-row-inmates-executed-1976 you find that making 13% of a population they murder fellow blacks at a higher late then the white society does. Raising a question what makes people tick in America?

So you ask a lot of question about why.

Honey if I may. Color of skin will only change when people grow up and work together.

So the question you should realize and understand is Sarah did what was needed to survive. White people which if you look at my skin I question that color I think of myself more of pink than white makes me wonder more. I was raised a bit differently, married a bit differently and see the world differently. You realize everything another person does against another person is because of their expire with that culture. How man y times have you heard racial names being used by African Americans? Weather they call each other Negros, mergers… etc... If they do not want people to call them that name without their permission they will have to explain that verse being mean or threating about something racist to the world around them. Meaning people see the television where people calling each other brothers call each other naggers and an assumptions made... till racism is cleaned up on television everything will be as it is... rationale how many white friends do you have? Humor... thinks what words you use around them... Then think if they walk up when you are with a group of other similar in color pallet the words you use with each other is assumed without knowledge the words you want used with you. You might say I did not give them permission… All I can say is doing not do unto others as you would not have them do unto you… simple BE kind and the world will start changing... Be mean and ask why... be scared girl for as a one logger one eyed pink pirate I tell you girl you are beautiful to yourself. You can make the world into a better place your questions are important. But the right answer which is do not us ether words you do not want other people to use against you that will start changing the world around you.. sounds wrong sounds weird but if you start the change you will find yourself in the world you want to live in because people will notice a change and realize something that they have an opportunity to do right instead of do wrong. Yes it is hard no doubt about life but you can change the world around you by stating they do better... Stop using those words around me… That opportunity might catch on and be a powerful force to do right versus doing something wrong… you state why... The answer is easy if I have a 74% percentage and getting a 55% chance of conviction or crime versus a 13% and getting a 38% rate of conviction it is easier for the police to arrest someone of color just because it is easier for a conviction and if you look at what police department is about you realize that is their job instead of serve and protect. They have become a percentage department crime is up... Get the percentage down... In gambling would you not bet on taking a 1 in 13 chance versus 1 in 34 chances? Police like to do easy work just as much as the next group of people either gets better lives by moving up into a better life style, or stop being caught for doing something wrong. Against be kind this is just a reply from pink pirate girl life is what you make of it... if you do not want to hear people talk about your skin tell them... be as kind to them as possible... make them hate to be wrong around you because living in your world is better than living in a wrong world.. Make your world right by hanging with the right people... if you say I do not know any… My name is Clinton Siegel- look me up on Facebook or LinkedIn = peace you ask the right questions but no one is answering anymore... the reason everyone is scared... Which is right nearing an end that should be interesting to see what happens? Peace [email protected]

peace Marie I miss you ever do often hope you are well.. I am going through my right eye being missing now with my legf as a prothers foot I think the world is a bit differently now.. peace

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 dcross bones shown.

There once upon a time was a pirate named Ender or there about who sailed the seven seas on teh ship the black skimmer. He sailed with a raccoon, a quarrel, a duck and a bear. They had just gotten a dragon the size of a lizard when this tale begins. You see a Time lord found the hopelessly lost captain searching for a item of power to resolve a insurance claim he meant to file because of his traveling arrangements were not according to said advertised travel agent. He had been promised a shot or a spot on the Rainbow Universe which means a mind transfer between people with similar lives, money etc and the chance to restart a new. The issue you see was one of hose minds had not really applied for the trip or ticket and had been thrown into the parallel universe without much comfort nor understanding of what was going on. He is first few weeks in silence he watched as things which were were not and that change did change or not. A mountain moved, a Continent moved, and a few people he tried to talk to only a psychic and a Scientologist would listen to him. His friends abandoned him to his trip though the parallel universe . The raccoon was the first to go finding a wonderful isle to play with bread and such. The squarel was the next and lizard got off on the same spot. The bear was he only one left the duck having flown he coop. Thus Ender the pirate and the bear were spirally through parallel universes one day at a time. Finding that what is and was and what ever was said had been done somewhere some how within the confines of great minds. Did that make them deities? Did the deities that ruled the earth realize they were nothing but power hungry? The travels begin to have some fun. The pirate became an adventurer instead of a pirate. wrie strange stories across the parallel universe making people think. A Deity that would kick a person out of his home because he ate a fig and shortend his life along with taking away his job is kind of exess for eating a fig. The real question then is the deity real or just someone that lives longer than most? With time does your mind realize what is going on. Why I was not home, while being at home. First off, Billings Montana changed a lot. My world 5 movie theaters five bookstores, now only 1 movie theater plus a new one someplace in the west. Bookstores Barnes and Nobles still stands however all others are gone. Did find two new used bookstores, meaning if they were in my world I would hav been in them prior to this visit. Bolivia Mountain that I am tracking is now way off to the what I thought was south.. now I am not sure. direction wise I think the world has turned a bit.Changes noticed most notable paint and industrial changes. The telofairco has two new posts, and paint either everyone has gone white color or red and blue are no longer for painting homes. Gained 300 million people between May 15 and now..

For court of Ender the pirate last few years were gloom- he was old and had become both un glamorous with a bad taste for music. The court was bored and desperate for novelty. So in 1710 when the pirate battles started a fresh new pirate of fifteen-year-old lad named the Claw who was both devilishly handsome and charming had a particularly strong effect on the ladies within the Troll kings court. He was witty and cared for politics as few men cared. He saw that the cycle of life was to happen to a great country but he also saw no one cared. So within he started his plan to tell a tale that would live on even after his soul was burning on fire for his lovers. His plan was witty indulgent, some of the wenches laughed when his hands wondered towards places a fifteen year old should not have his hands..

A time and a tale by ender the pirate that was no more... there I was sitting and drinking rum... not as much as it use to be... needed more music, and a good song something with jewels, naughty women, and a place where peace can come and visit for a time or two.. But to no a vast. Life was not meant for that experience to come about... just drinking and some loud noises from the window... quiet there wind... so .. To a tale... these day people are so bold in starting wars without money or coin, but for those that remember that is exactly why pirating was created for countries without coin to create limited liability companies for a nation to profit from war without having to fund the navy... hiccup... maybe that is exactly what is needed a self serving navy to protect Asia from itself, and provide commercial outlaying for larger war ships..

yes call your congressmen and ask that the navy be funded by some newly minted wealth person... privateering could save this country a fourth of a trillion dollars.. just think and the loot would be wonderful..

Ender the pirate walking through a bar and while he was strutting he realized a sense of shame coming over out the happiness of his profession. As a young man Ender realized he was not equipped to deal with the world as most people through family and friends. He made books his family and animals his friends. His life was filled with pain and terror from others not secure within. His cries were not heard nor cared for by another. A thought kept him alive a future a dream within. I shall do better I shall be better within. A prayer to the almighty was to begin. Lord forgives me a pirate within. Forgive my judging others for their meanest to me and my other sins. Bitterness within made him a pirate within. For singing and tale telling was his gift from within. For without his loss of employment, his left foot, partial hearing, and nerves were at an end. He awoke as a pirate from his dream and begin again to work on his disability claim to ensure his family had food, and shelter again.

1971

Born I was flown by mercy jet to Minneapolis within the second day of life. I had too much blood in my body. The doctors thought I had heart problems. Believe it or not my memory is a large plane door shutting.

1974

There I was a Little kid riding a tricycle on a road with my dog. I had a toy whip from a circus and I was going to visit Bullie. A bucket calf that I had raised and was now a two year old bull. As a kid I thought I was invisible. My and spankings taught me differently as she caught me rounding the corral.My best friend was a dog named Teddy Bear. He was a black lab and was the greatest friend a farm kid could ever want. We played together and conversed on a daily basis. I think I learned that animals were and are more attuned to me then people at that young age. Meaning I did not speak and often when speaking I was told to speak up because of my soft voice.

I have allot of first memories. The first time almost dying from allergies in a haystack. I could not breathe. I was chasing a kitten that was so soft and cute. When wola i could not breathe. I was pulled out of the hay by my legs and rushed to Mile city, hospital. My breathing was so shallow they thought I was dead for a while.

I survived. But that summer I meet my great grandmother Shattuck, great grandfather Haman, and grand mother Leier in Velva, North Dakota. As a grand kid I enjoyed that visit more than most people. I got to play with toys that were old even then. Being the only grand kid there and being named after her late husband I enjoyed great grandmother Shattuck and she seemed to enjoy me.

That next year great grandmother Shattuck passed away.

Life has many ways to teach you something.

My life story could be told with the passing of cars in my life and how each held something new or different in experience.

The first car of memory was a Plymouth 1973. That car took me on the journey during an experience most people do not get to have. Lightning, then hail, water for a flood, all happening at once the week prior to my parent's divorce. The situation living on a farm my mother took the car and us into Glendive, Montana to shop. The storm came in with howling winds and hail the size of golf balls. The car was getting smashed and driving home to the farm a valley curve was full of water. Just when we entered the curve. Water coming through a car door at the age of five is something. Mom quickly backed out and went down another dirt road to cross to the farm. That road the valley was flooded also. On the other side, an uncle was trying to cross the same path. That day the knowledge that there was and is someone greater than my father or family came home to rest within me.

A FEW WEEKS LATER I WAS SEATED INSIDE THE HOT PLYMOUTH WHEN MY PARENTS GOT THEIR DIVORCE OUTSIDE THE LEGAL OFFICE. I REMEMBER THE METER RUNNING DOWN. THE HOTTNESS OF THE SUN ON THE SEAT COVERS MADE A SMELL THAT WAS PURE PLASTIC OR SOME TYPE OF MATERIAL.

The divorce happened and my toys got packed away never to be seen again. My mom started her adventure to buy a camper which took us all over Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana. That summer I met my Korean cousins at Medora musical play. Shannon and Meagan Carlson from Bismarck ND. I was with my mom since the divorce. That summer we found a Chinook camper that was on sale. The company was trying to sell it to get into motor boats.

The Chinook camper was an adventure that took me places and dreams that only a few will ever have.

1976-1979 MINOT AND THERE OF

With the camper my mom moved around allot. We ended up summer of 76 in Minot ND. We stayed there in the KOK till the first foot of snow. She woke up to take a shower in the KOK showers only to step into a snow bank.

KINDERGARTEN

DREAM

I came of age in a time of no heroes. John Wayne had passed away in 1979. The current sport players, actors, actresses, politicians and even religious televangelist felt no responsibility to set a good example for any people to follow. The world needed a hero.

In that place stood up those people that were ordinary people willing to take a beating and or arrest to make the world a safer place. You have seen some of their exploits in Kick Ass the movie, but this tale is about Clinton Siegle from Fallon, Montana who wore the custom to save the day for a few innocent people.

Clintons’ superpower or lack there of was his ability to do gymnastic and take a beating due to his physical shape. His workout routine was due to his job as a gymnastic coach at the local YMCA, and a gym near his house. His character was that of a religious nut that planned to avenge those who were abused.

The first and last victim to be saved was a little ole kitten from a tree. The little kitten’s owner Alice was crying by the tree when the leotard wearing hero came across her. After a quick review and prayer for the situation he climbed the tree taking the kitten from the branch and slowly climbing down. Giving the kitten to Alice; she was so happy and cried even harder when holding her kitten. The neighbors heard the cries and thought that Clintons had done something wrong.

Screaming insults and hurling garbage at him. The neighbors chased Clinton for several blocks making the hero business questionable for this first and last time hero. After that experience Clinton had second thoughts of being a hero, so he never dressed up in his leotard again.

Moral of the story a good deed never goes unpunished and doing right does not always mean people will follow you.

PIRACY IS SOOTHING TO THINK ABOUT THESE DAYS

Pirates have been around since Caesar’s and before his days

A little booty a little loot goes far these days

The pirate named Ender the claw was something special in his days

He sailed the ocean on-board the Black Skimmer ship in those days

Looting and piracy was common occurrences in those days

Piracy was common thief in those days

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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 and cross bones shown

PART LATER AFTER DESCRIPTION OF VENTURE AND DIVORCE--

There is always a time too look back to remember things. I was back to the area with the library and secret room close to Thanksgiving time a few years later. The shelf, I had expected someone else would have found that secret room. However, at 12 I visited the library because a great uncle had passed away and younger cousin. Their age were completely different both from different cancers one 87 and the other 5. The older uncle was named Gus. He, I remember made quite a fuss and told course jokes to women. I expect he was a dirty ole uncle but whom knows. The younger named Matt was form bone cancer. I cried that day for him. That was a spooky time. At that age I believe I had been to 15 funerals and none of them happy events.

At that time I was rereading letter one. I toke away some advise that as a young as I was I could not use. Always be bold. Always spend carefully. Be friendly. Take all opportunities for chance. Luck favors those prepared but luck favors more those that will try something new or different. Babsy bumped into General Smith who informed Babsy that the count was still out for blood

Taking some of the advice I spent a 20 dollar bill there on the plains of North Dakota. Humor how doing something right meaning I exchanged the twenty bill from 1919 for a bill could cause so much venture and excitement. The question asked was where did you get this. Then I said I got it there in the town. I did anyway I did not get the item I had tried to purchase instead an investigation of who and why I would have such an old bill went into play.

All I can say was that Thanksgiving I meet more people from that town thaen any other day. Everyone was interested in where I was from and where I was going and where I had been. Humor I said the truth. I was visiting a funeral of my great uncle and cousin. The town was alive with curious investigation. I figured someone would find that secret room but the only thing that happened that I knew about then was some ole men going through the bookshelves where I had sat. I guess no one toke down that book that moved the shelf but there was several books checked out that day.

A specific place was when it broke down during a funeral The dream was so vivid. I was attending a funeral and had some time. As many of you know I use to live in the library during the daylight hours of the 1980’s. I spent my time with Lewis, Token, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.

---On a trip between Montana, and North Dakota I visited a rather large library on the plains of North Dakota. The library looked like a bank built in the 20’s. I got to spend a few hours there by chance due to the family and car troubles. I quickly found an ole favorite the Hobbit in the back of the library of course where the loners usually just enjoy the peace and quiet. I quickly read through the first 200 or so pages stopping where the dwarfs were imprisoned prior to their release by Bilbo.

Just when the dwarf’s prison doors were to be opened; knowingly, since I had read the book a few times before a book popped out the shelf and fell open next to me reading the Hobbit. Humor how life happens at times. The book was something I had not read nor touched before Harry Flashman. Odd that the book defiantly was not categorized by the author last name nor title of the book for a library category. So I was unsure why it was here. Putting it back an older boring colored hardcover caught my attention. Grabbing at it instead of pulling it from the self it binged back and made me jump back as a click and the whole shelf swung against me as if a door opening. And to that point the shelf pulled back with my hand.-----

On a trip between Montana, and North Dakota I visited a rather large library on the plains of North Dakota. The library looked like a bank built in the 20’s. I got to spend a few hours there by chance due to the family and car troubles. I quickly found an ole favorite the Hobbit in the back of the library of course where the loners usually just enjoy the peace and quiet. I quickly read through the first 200 or so pages stopping where the dwarfs were imprisoned prior to their release by Bilbo.

Just when the dwarf’s prison doors were to be opened; knowingly, since I had read the book a few times before a book popped out the shelf and fell open next to me reading the Hobbit. Humor how life happens at times. The book was something I had not read nor touched before Harry Flashman. Odd that the book defiantly was not categorized by the author last name nor title of the book for a library category. So I was unsure why it was here. Putting it back an older boring colored hardcover caught my attention. Grabbing at it instead of pulling it from the self it binged back and made me jump back as a click and the whole shelf swung against me as if a door opening. And to that point the shelf pulled back with my hand.

The librarian was no where to be found. I believe she had gone out forgetting me. So with no one to stop me I pulled the door open. There on the floor was a pile of envelopes, and from the light from a window over the chair I was using I could see a light with a pull string light. Bending over reading the address I was the majority addressed to a Mr. Babsy. Humor someone’s Hemingway hideout? Who knows anyway pulling the chain lighted a small room. A table, what looked like a still. The pile of envelopes and a small looking medical gad was what I could see. Being venturous I went through the envelopes. Which had wonderful 20s stamps all addressed to Baby. Trying to figure out why their presence was there I noticed a mail drop between the back of the door.

Well I guess if someone was to hid a room a library was as good as place as any. What surprised me most was the lack of dust. Anyways moving into the room I started to review the books on the table. The first was a ledger accounting it seemed of a business operation of medicine? No I suppose after seeing a liquor bottle. There in the ledger were small towns that appeared in North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Illinois, Minnesota, and other small towns that I recognized from my travels with my mom since the split up of my folks. It seemed this was a major illegal operations built on the plains of North Dakota. Sort of like the Kennedy’s moon shine hold in Havre, Montana. Looking at the next book it seemed like a personal diary. Last date 1929 written about a Mr. Babsy and venture of moonshine. The journal was given by someone Limburg for a birthday gift to a Major Babsy. Reading the diary about Mr. Babsy seemed to be in love with someone. He had it bad. Seemed obsessive to appoint that I realized I had never fallen head over heals in love before. It seemed to detail that Mr. Babsy was a local who was planning to take and make himself a rich person.

Humor he even gave some detail on back accounts and politicians a few of them; I had heard about from history class. One name I saw I did not expect was my great grand father. Well, I knew the righteous stories on how he made it in flax in the 40’s. Seeing his name there made me wonder a bit but life is a mixture of chance opportunities. Anyway venturing into the boxes one contained several old medicine bottles labels peeling with age and odd color liquor look inside. Another box had a letter on it without an envelope. Opening the letter which was addressed to someone whose name I had heard in the old folk’s home where my great grandfather lived. What a small world we live in. The letter was telling him that if Mr. Babsy might never come back; from reading the content the letter it was sort of a last will and testament from Mr. Babsy. The letter went into how several small communities were being used and their libraries were being used to store medicine etc. Opening the box under the letter there were roughly fifty thousand dollars in ones the year 1920 stamped on them. The box looked half full. Humor what one expected and what one gets are two things. I closed the box. Thinking I needed to talk with my grandfather prior to doing anything. I toke the dairy, 20 dollars in one dollar bills from the box replacing them with a 20 dollar bill my father had given me on his recent visit to me. My parents of course being separated tried to buy my love at times. I also toke the letters unopened. Pulling on the chain the light chain broke while closing the self back. Going back into the library I pushed the shelf back into place. I went to the door. Humor the librarian had locked me in with a note saying she was out for lunch. Well life happens so I went back to my seat and begin again the Tale of there and back again. Later in the evening the librarian awoke by turning on all the lights an

MOVING TO MINOT

Meet my great grandfather Anthony Haman in Minot nursing home. We were close for a while. He was an adventurer. Like the time he took the stairs down in a wheelchair. His statement I almost made it to the bottom. There in Minot I sold Grit to earn money for my bike. That bike took me places. The scenery of Minot is wonderful. Minot even has a zoo. Which most mid-western towns do not have. A zoo with monkeys.

Bike trip

I meet my best friend for a few months there on a bike trip. Ross was a year younger than me. We played together. That was the year of Star Wars and my moms conversation to religion. That is where life began and dreams well that is the stuff life is made of to dream is to live a life while hoping for a better future.

The Chinook took us, mom and me to visit relatives throughout North Dakota in the late 70s. I met my great aunt Rosie who was in a wheelchair due to Multiple sclerosis MS. She was a strict lady whose husband Micky worked for the post office. Their dog Snowball was a poodle that loved to chase balls.

After elling 250 Grit magazines I could afford a bike from the money that my dad gave me for visiting my mom. They were trying to get back together.

DREAM

There is an always a time to remember things. I was not back to that area for sometime. Shelf wise I expected the librarian to find the or see the room and something to be written about it in the news. But at age 10 I visited the library again because a cousin had passed away in a kayak accident. That was a spooky time. If I could have recorded my aunt who lost both breast to cancer terror cry at the funeral I could have made a mint in horror movies. Her cry was that of a broken heart in pain. Anyway at the library I checked and the room opened again. Nothing had been touched. At this point I was more greedy and the backpack I had been given I filled with the money, ledger, and a few bottles of liquor. I closed the room and checked an old book out author Rice book on planet Mars and was off to listen to my family remember Stevie. The howl from my aunt cries still ringing in my ears. Death is something to live with. That had been my 11th funeral in so many years of living. Anyways hiding the money and stuff was hard. My mom was observant lady thus I had to hide it in the camper prior to her seeing me with the backpack. In those days we rode in a Chinook camper a home on wheels.

Adventure wise a story from the old times. There is an always a time to remember things a continuous story of a venture in the library. I was not back to that library area for sometime. Shelf wise I expected the librarian to find or see the room and something to be written about it in the news. But at age 17 I visited the library again because a cousin had passed away in a kayak accident. That was a spooky time. If I could have recorded my aunt terror cry at the funeral I could have made a mint in horror movies. Her cry was that of a broken heart in pain. Anyway at the library I checked and the room opened again. Nothing had been touched. At this point I was more greedy and the backpack I had been given I filled with the money, ledger, and a few bottles of liquor. I closed the room and checked an old book out author Rice book on planet Mars and was off to listen to my family remember Stevie. The howl from my aunt cries still ringing in my ears. Death is something to live with. That had been my 11th funeral in so many years of living. Anyways hiding the money and stuff was hard. My mom was observant lady thus I had to hide it in the camper prior to her seeing me with the backpack. In those days we rode in a Chinook camper a home on wheels.

So I hide the loot in a closet in the camper. The envelopes I hide in the selection of books and the money in a board game that I topped with a shirt. The bottles went into the toy box with the toy soldiers. Being young with a hidden source of money was to affect my life in new ways. What do you do with ole money in a reservation town of Popular Montana? My experiences were often weird and difficult with a very strict mother, but the adventures were still there. My first attempt for fun was reading the letters. The first letter began with a story about a young farmer kid saving a man off the east coast from a ship wreck. The adventures described made me want to run away and this started my reading anew in adventure books. The boy saved the man and the man gave him the world and he could afford to eat out at locations and have physical fun that only a farm boy could dream about. Partying with royalty, sleeping with women of interesting character the first letter was seven pages long detailing so much venting and opportunities that I re-read that life story all about school, religion, and dreams. The hand writing was at first difficult to read and with little time to be alone with them I did not chance their discovery. During this school year I hide them. Sports were something I did not excel at but that was how I was babysat during these days after school. I just dreamed by re-reading the letter and adventure books that were not part of the letters. I made a decision not to open another letter for a year wanting to enjoy the stories over time instead of devouring them all at once.

Mr. Babsy was just seventeen years old for his first letter description which was exotic in content and started when he was young. The description of how some of Mr. Babsy women friends were paid for their services caused dreams for the farmer boy these letters pages described his arousal and his worldly experiences in the world. The letter was my first experience finding out at a young age erotic content of the letters more interesting then pictures. The letter dated 1916 the world was a strange exotic world in the letters and brought more dreams then were appropriate for all those who read them. Mr. Babsy had experience that made him a physical man while all that I was still too young to understand everything I read. I was a tall kid still turning 17 learning from letters how the real world worked and why or what to say in the 20s versus 59 years in the future. At my time and age in the 80’s work was hard to come by and experience was something to ask for not be given to a kid at the age of almost 17 versus a life necessity that Mr. Babsy grew up in.

Anyway by this time I had reread the letter enough to understand its neat cursive handwriting I had decide to venture in the world. This time my mom provided the solution by sending me to Ekalaka, Montana bible camp a place that drops off the end of the world and near enough to be the end of the world. There I had my first opportunity to spend some money.

Lairs and religions make the world go around. Girls turning to women are interesting to most if not all boys. There was a girl named Amy. Her voice perfect as an angel sang religious hymns daily at the camp sites meetings. Her smile cute if I had the chance I would have been Romeo. However her being a southern bell made her charmed by a Georgian boy older than me. There in the religionist camp things not spoken about happened between them. What humor to hear about something read about but not experienced and being able to listen but not do anything in the real world? But I had no one to tell or care. What a life to live a religious one.

Religion is funny it demands something belief then lets you down. Babsy in 1916 found a bird skeleton that was a cross between a dinosaur and current bird. He gave the creature to a museum and that sort if gave him an idea that religious timeline was bunk or not real. The letter showed how his belief in something realization that the belief is not worthless is a story all on its own. The letter 1916 describing the years end Babsy was involved in a famous party with rich people. At this party Babsy was introduced to a General Smith. Also Babsy meet a woman there, a countess. They danced and sang and she was delighted with Babsy. Anyways true love and or infatuation caused him to be more of a romantic. The two were in a bedroom scene that was quiet explicit in details. Anyways the countess had a husband not introduced till later in the letter. At which point Babsy and General Smith both fled the countess’ room.

General Babsy being old wealthy, famous to some extent gave Babsy some advice after both of them had just been chased from the countess’s room. The humor evidently was great the details a bit more than two pages long and Babsy toke Smith advise to heart. Anyway Christmas was upon me. For Christmas I decided to read another letter. I spent that Christmas night in a box outside a plastic tree in the living room hoping for a good Christmas gift. But the sad tale I waiting hoping to be given more than was given to charity or spent on the dog’s food for that month for that Christmas was nothing good. My

DREAM

There is always a time too look back to remember things. I was back to the area with the library and secret room close to Thanksgiving time a few years later. The shelf, I had expected someone else would have found that secret room. However, at 12 I visited the library because a great uncle had passed away and younger cousin. Their age were completely different both from different cancers one 87 and the other 5. The older uncle was named Gus. He, I remember made quite a fuss and told course jokes to women. I expect he was a dirty ole uncle but whom knows. The younger named Matt was form bone cancer. I cried that day for him. That was a spooky time. At that age I believe I had been to 15 funerals and none of them happy events.

At that time I was rereading letter one. I toke away some advise that as a young as I was I could not use. Always be bold. Always spend carefully. Be friendly. Take all opportunities for chance. Luck favors those prepared but luck favors more those that will try something new or different. Babsy bumped into General Smith who informed Babsy that the count was still out for blood

Taking some of the advice I spent a 20 dollar bill there on the plains of North Dakota. Humor how doing something right meaning I exchanged the twenty bill from 1919 for a bill could cause so much venture and excitement. The question asked was where did you get this. Then I said I got it there in the town. I did anyway I did not get the item I had tried to purchase instead an investigation of who and why I would have such an old bill went into play.

All I can say was that Thanksgiving I meet more people from that town than any other day. Everyone was interested in where I was from and where I was going and where I had been. Humor I said the truth. I was visiting a funeral of my great uncle and cousin. The town was alive with curious investigation. I figured someone would find that secret room but the only thing that happened that I knew about then was some ole men going through the bookshelves where I had sat. I guess no one toke down that book that moved the shelf but there was several books checked out that day.

PEACE CORPS

here is a wine in Bolivia called traigo. Basically a heated wine, add alcohol 100% proof then burn again and distill a bit. Burns on the way down. Anyway in Chuma the drink was a zip a few hundred times worth of saco.

For a pink or white person in a Latin american town this was a wondrous trip. First or fifth time that I got out and had wonderful fun with the people and learned to be happy not an expensive place but with a future fun love people.

That is when I discovered the underbelly of chilitas some happy go lucky people but when pushed or shoving can be very dangerous. Example here was the parade was on being dressed as the bear I got to dance and drink to the wee hours with people from lawyers to judges to criminals to farmers all having fun on their town day.

Anyway after being dried out with 43 rounds of hot spice wine I decided to head home. There in the middle of the street did I see south american justice take place. One of the native woman was beating her husband. Not easy but with feet and fists. The poor guy did not know who or what was hitting him. I called for help being a bit out of it myself but to no avail she just kept on beating the shit out of her husband. I tried to help but she was not going to let me do anything. The fact she out weighted me and was a bit drunk herself was a bit of a disadvantage. What was I suppose to do. Anyway she started laughing at my comical plea to let the poor guy go.

That was my third of two times seeing this happen. The other time was when I was not drunk. I was stuck at the hospital and a call came in. Off the doctor, nurse, and I went in a police car to the top of a mountain. There a woman drunk as a skunk on chicha was dancing and laughing. Within her home her husband was dying of pesticide poisoning because his wife had just poisoned him by giving him chicha with poison in it.

The third time why girls- I will have to ask you to write me if you are interested.. Involved a police riot dog, a five police officers, a drunk gringo and well..

Those were one of my last few days drinking rum wine with anyone. People are crazy is all I know. Wine helps the bitterness I know. The tale here is do not drink wine or beer or cognac with anyone you know and their wives in south America.

started this story a few times

There is a wine in Bolivia called traigo. Basically a heated wine, add alcohol 100% proof then burn again and distill a bit. Burns on the way down. Anyway in Chuma the drink was a zip a few hundred times worth of saco.

For a pinky or white person in a Latin American town this was a wondrous trip. First or fifth time that I got out and had wonderful fun with the people and learned to be happy not an expensive place but with a future fun love people.

That is when I discovered the underbelly of chilitas some happy go lucky people but when pushed or shoving can be very dangerous. Example here was the parade was on being dressed as the bear I got to dance and drink to the wee hours with people from lawyers to judges to criminals to farmers all having fun on their town day.

Anyway after being dried out with 43 rounds of hot spice wine I decided to head home. There in the middle of the street did I see south american justice take place. One of the native woman was beating her husband. Not easy but with feet and fists. The poor guy did not know who or what was hitting him. I called for help being a bit out of it myself but to no avail she just kept on beating the shit out of her husband. I tried to help but she was not going to let me do anything. The fact she out weighted me and was a bit drunk herself was a bit of a disadvantage. What was I suppose to do. Anyway she started laughing at my comical plea to let the poor guy go.

That was my third of two times seeing this happen. The other time was when I was not drunk. I was stuck at the hospital and a call came in. Off the doctor, nurse, and I went in a police car to the top of a mountain. There a woman drunk as a skunk on chicha was dancing and laughing. Within her home her husband was dying of pesticide poisoning because his wife had just poisoned him by giving him chicha with poison in it.

The third time why girls- I will have to ask you to write me if you are interested.. Involved a police riot dog, a five police officers, a drunk gringo and well..

Those were one of my last few days drinking wine with anyone. People are crazy is all I know. Wine helps the bitterness I know. The tale here is do not drink wine or beer or cognac with anyone you know and their wives in south america.

When you find out you are being investigated does something akin to dread come over you?

You ever wonder why?

When you find out it is someone you trust,

What inside you dies with failure? Is it something I did or said?

Or is this away to leave me undone and maybe dead?

I guess we will find out someday.

Relationships are funny that way.

Eternity with someone was the dream that day.

Loving kindness sharing happiness two in one that way.

All that came apart with my greed in 2008.

Time together living in a country's beautiful weather.

I realize I failed yet again.

On that the courts and mortgages do show.

Never in this life is much due.

Never again

2009

ere are pirates and then there are pirates... Some with tales to tell and some with tails.. There once was a dog that loved a pirates life bedcause of all the good food from that mean ole pirate from treasure isle book. He was a good ole cook and fed the dog and bird till both were fat and well useless at times but furry fat and feathery fat are two different things..

will send a cat tomorrow

thanks for the note.

hope life is something fun for you .

me today driving to work my thermostat blew and fried my radiator 700 dollar 5 hour experience that was kind of a learning experience

i knew it was time for a new car but this and my wife had to confirm my decision humor... a cat it is then

You Are A Pirate: Lyrics and Song About Pirates by Lazy Town In Mermaids Retreat At Lair2000

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June 3, 2009 3:15 am

thanks hope you will get a new car and hope today is better for you.

always living is better then the alternative

thanks hope the cat is what you wanted

yes thanks

June 3, 2009 6:27 pm

come and visit me farm

u would like it

Looting and piracy was common occurrences in those days

Piracy was common thief in those day.

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 and cross bones shown

Meanwhile, in the bustling city of Shanghai, Alice sat at Cafe Shi, sipping her tea and contemplating the next steps in her journey. She had come to the East in search of answers, particularly about the elusive Book of Life. Her quest had taken her through many strange and wondrous places, but her instincts told her that her journey was far from over.

Cafe Shi was an eclectic place, a melting pot of cultures and travelers, making it the perfect spot for gathering information. The walls were adorned with exotic tapestries, and the air was filled with the aroma of spices and brewing tea. Alice had heard whispers about a mysterious figure who might hold the knowledge she sought. This figure, known only as "The Oracle," was said to be somewhere in the city.

As Alice pondered her next move, the door to the cafe swung open, and in walked a figure cloaked in shadows. The stranger made his way to the bar, ordered a drink, and then scanned the room. His eyes settled on Alice, and with a knowing nod, he approached her table.

"Are you the one searching for the Book of Life?" the stranger asked in a hushed tone.

Alice nodded, her curiosity piqued. "I am. Who are you?"

"My name is Jiao," he replied, taking a seat across from her. "I know where you can find the Oracle, but the journey will not be easy. You will need allies, and you will need to be prepared for the dangers that lie ahead."

As Jiao spoke, a commotion erupted outside the cafe. The doors flew open again, and in stumbled Ender, the pirate captain, accompanied by his crew—a duck and a bear. They looked worn from their recent adventures, but their eyes sparkled with the thrill of the unknown.

"Ahoy there, lass!" Ender greeted Alice with a hearty laugh. "We've just navigated through a sea of ghost ships and narrowly escaped the clutches of a sea monster. We're in need of a good drink and perhaps some new adventures."

Alice couldn't help but smile at the serendipity of their meeting. "It seems fate has brought us together. I'm Alice, and I'm on a quest to find the Book of Life. Perhaps you and your crew could join me. I could use some brave souls by my side."

Ender's eyes gleamed with excitement. "A quest, you say? We're always up for a new adventure, especially one that promises treasure and mystery. Count us in!"

With their newfound alliance, Alice, Ender, and his crew set out to find the Oracle. They navigated through the winding streets of Shanghai, encountering merchants, street performers, and fortune tellers, all the while keeping an eye out for any sign of the Oracle.

Their journey took them to the outskirts of the city, to an ancient temple hidden within a dense bamboo forest. The temple was said to be guarded by mystical creatures and filled with traps to deter the unworthy.

As they approached the temple, Alice felt a sense of foreboding mixed with anticipation. She knew that whatever lay inside could bring her closer to her goal. With Ender and his crew by her side, she felt ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.

Together, they stepped through the temple's grand entrance, ready to confront the mysteries within and uncover the secrets of the Book of Life. The adventure had only just begun, and with each step, they moved closer to the answers they sought.

July 25, 2012 4:47 pm

Marie,

How goes life? Here I am starting to think move... to Texas, as a pirate I was hoping for the open sea... well, another deep topic. Tell your son happy birthday and hope all is well. Any ideas on what is up with charm? Is she okay? As for pirate stories -- sailing away from the dock... Ender the pirate realized with terror he had forgotten his receipt on cookie dough an spiced chicken... noted for this was how he got his current wife... his chicken is famous in certain parts of Bolivia. The pepper and cup of sugar being part of the list of ingredients for a chicken sort of kfc. Anyways without the book Ender was getting nervous about being a cook. So instead he toke over the sailing from the bear whose hang over had lasted from 2010 till that very day. When the bear found the new activity of cooking. The bear was not such a good cook. He fact he burnt water. But that is another story..

well hello Ender,

drama queens and bullies are evil minded people who would make everything a crime, not because they care but because they can. they condemn everybody, some for what they have done, others for what they may do. it is the sign of a narrow mind, as cruel as I have no idea what is up with Charm, don't think she gets on facebook much any more. I have not talk to her in ages.

As for me I am busy with my kids and helping with my grandson on the weekends. Just got done being sick yesterday,glad I feel better today. Think I will miss summer but glad when the kids go back to school. My kids do not go back till sept. 6th.

a pirate drinking tale

of all the things i have lost

i miss my mind the most

thus i try to improve my mind the most

because that is where i live

and thus

be the change you want to see in the world-

for those who dont believe in magic will never find it-

by watching with glittering rum soaked eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places (such as maps and buried treasure)

remember child be gentle with yourself you are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars

and finally in the noisy confusion of life keep peace inyourself

because life is not about finding yourself life is about creating eyourself into the greatest pirate you can be as the sayings goes

dance a pirate jig as though no one is watching you

love as though you have never been hurt before

sing a pirate tone as though no one can hear you

and live as though heaven is on earth

I still walk and workout when I can it gets hard when the kids are home. I can keep a better schedule when my kids are in school.

Sometimes I wish my life was more exciting, get stressed out at times with my sons x girlfriend. He (my son)is 18 and they have a son together but are not together anymore. She has not gotten a job or finished high school. She is 19 and wants everything handed to her. Love my grandson but can't stand her.

Girl, glad you are having fun with your grandkid... suggest for the x you be thankful to her. Remember smile and say thank you x name. Not sure y... and pray for what you want in her. Example has been given to me over and over on how that is supposed to change people. On health wise exercise and enjoy boredom. I was not enjoying it that is why I must move to Austin I think in August. This should be interesting... anyways what else, you find any games you are playing? I am into mafia wars; play it every blue moon or so. I miss pirate forum, and game but life is stressful however compared to 2008 I am stress less. Managing things to bankruptcy was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Failing is something I can do but failing that big was a heartbreaking experience.

A woman in the bar says that she wants to have plastic surgery to enlarge her breasts. Her husband tells her, "Hey, you don't need surgery to do that. I know how to do it without surgery." The lady asks, "How do I do it without surgery?" "Just rub toilet paper between them." Startled the lady asks, "How does that make them bigger?" "I don't know, but it worked for your ass."

HOPE YOU ARE WELL!! LOL

Upon searching Ender pointed the black skimmer toward the sea of dread.. Where it is said things were dreadful.

Keep up your p90x I want to hear you have done a 1000 pushups one handed while holding on to your grandkid..

December 24, 2011

Dear Friends:

I hope all is well for you and yours. I would have answered your letter sooner, but you didn't send one. However, no matter. Well, Merry Christmas to one and all.

Between strokes of good fortunes, the family won the Christmas prizes of a M&M Nutcracker and a Ginger Bread-house at the complex party, I have been toying with the idea of going back to college. However, before dong this officially, I would like to see a change in the economy. At this time I am working still on Orion and learning more each day about wiring harnesses and team work. The family is growing faster than I could expect. The little one Ashanti is a wild woman and I look forward to seeing what she becomes in life.

November 12, 2012 6:14 pm

you should be yourself.. that is unless you can be a pirate.. then you should be a pirate..

November 21, 2012 7:41 pm

realization life is short... be yourself or if you can be a pirate be a pirate instead..

November 22, 2012 1:24 am

happy thanksgiving.. hope all is well.. remember be yourself unless you can be a pirate and then be a pirate instead..

“There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” ― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol Have a MERRY Christmas!

January 1, 2013 8:37 pm

time and pirates.. you should always be yourself , unless you can be a pirate then you should be a pirate instead.. happy new year.. hope all goes well for you this year. if you need a good read try wheel of time.. the last of the series is coming out January 8th. peace and prayers

March 28, 2013 4:08 am

thanks for the well wising.. Well it is here. I am a day and year older. Instead of older and wiser... I am wider and older... some thoughts that go through my head. Why is life not here the way I wan tit. My thoughts are that I have not been doing what I should. Looking back I disagree- I leaped at opportunities. I excelled where others have left for greener pastures. I have boldly gone where people with less courage have not. See I digress sort of like Doctor Evil. What is life but to dream and hope? To learn that those hopes were killed along time ago by someone not so funny. Humor me this is love fraud when all the love letters are written by someone else? At times life plays mean and cruel jokes on people and they realize them but decide life is better without forcing the issue. Meaning I am tired at last and being bold only gets you to places that at times are better to a point. What happens when that point is the tip of your nose? That is when life really is short lived and you realize. Is living a long life a blessing or a curse? Seeing old folk’s homes and realizing most if anybody that wishes you a happy birthday is dead or gone. I think I have to rethink living longer and just have more experience sooner then later. So what have I learned in all this life short but long experience? Never to trust anyone. Find a good book and read it slowly. Remember to eat well. Always be kind and considerate. That in a nutshell I should have stopped living back 12 years ago. Humor the lessons I have learned since then. Never trust, and forgive I could have done without I think. It makes the world a crueler place to live in and realizing conspiracies are true at times makes you want to stop hearing about what is going on around you. Anyways happy birthday to me; to me a happy birthday.

hope your day goes wonderful!!

thanks and you too.

miss your stories,gotta get my 2 girls ready for school.

oh Ender the pirate will be back soon. he is suffering from remorse and guilt and wants to live a life in peace and without harming anyone.. meaning his wife says no computer and of course no computer it is..tell one day .. not a very special day.. but a birthday never the less

August 15, 2013 8:46 pm

Ender the pirate has been sailing with black skimmer through the dark waters of rehab and hospitals of Utah. the sleep and the leg eating itself making him almost a peg leg makes the world a different place. Anyways the duck has cooked macaroni and cheese while the bear wrote somethings that will be posted later this month. Anyways Marie missing you hope all is going well.

a few seconSeptember 25, 2010

22 years of no skating, and wola skated with my kid today. not bad. even going backward i could still keep up with those around me.. humor.. then to alpha an omega-- a bit more mature themed then i would expect.. then to chucky cheese.. i am not sure if i can keep up witht he younger one anymore she is just to fast.. but 40 coins 135 tickets later two pendents-- i think the kids had fun..

October 23, 2010

This week in Buffalo.

Story to tell without internet access.

I checked into a cheap hotel for a weekly rate. The Fountain- looked old and there were no vision-al issues - people etc.

Last night the police with drawn guns and the flashing lights of an ambulance proved me wrong. I can spend money on a better place. Here.. I am getting old.

Otherwise hope all is going well and thanks for the prayers

2011

April 30, 2011 via Bilge Rats, Pirate's in the Caribbean.

Sailing into the sea... I saw the light gleaming above the moon... what this could be... Stronger and closer than a star... watching the light move towards a cloud cover... pale green cloud cover... how Bermuda changes ones eyes sight.. Then a scratching sound as if someone was climbing the boats sides with their finger nails... ahhh

So today I discover that someone has hit my car. Humor. I wonder if it is me. The sign reads little boy believe that the world is right, fun, and humorous... sign on back hit him when he is down and lets see how long it takes him to believe again.. The world aint fair I understand that. The world is indifferent at best to my best. I understand that... however someplace along time ago there were people that cared and had power to right and they did right. Now I am old, have no power, and at present have no idea what to say to my kids - I think I must train them differently. The world is ugly, and ugly people do ugly things I suppose is the lesson to learn. So be nice, smile, do right but live where there are less ugly people.

2012

Around six thousand years ago there was a race

Between angels, demons, giants, and the human race

First there was Adam and Lilith which separated the races

Adam first chance did not agree with him at all in this race

Lilith ran away to where she was caught in the Dead Sea

There she was caught and seduced two angels of a different race

From there an agreement of death to some of her race

She agreed to a thousand a day dying each day

She agreed to wonder the earth seducing mankind race

Second wife speculation here was made by the Creator while Adam watched

She was made as grace and beauty she was mother of the fae race

Adam watching her be made rejected her kind of race

I speculate here that she was a pretty race

So Adam felt alone and was the human of his race

The Creator caused him to sleep one day

That day was the fall of the human race

The Creator toke from Adam a rib for his race

A hard and forceful creation for the human race

The Creator crafted Eve for the human race

The Creator did not allow Adam to see how she would create the human race

So Adam and Eve were the start of the human race

Speculative thoughts on the human race

So the two of them were in Heaven to start the race

Both Adam on side of the garden and Eve on the other side of the garden taking care of the place

When Eve’s two guardians left her alone in a guarded place

Now here is a back story seldom discussed about this place

The Son of the creator were angels of that place

If one reads how walled the Garden of Eden was in place

One might see a guarded place

The Creator created an angel so perfect and grand

That the angel challenged the Creator for a grand

The Creator threw down the said Son to this place

Along with a third of his race

There in this new place

The grand angel of Death toke its place

For you see Death is Satan name of a race

There this grand angel devised a ploy to trick Eve of the human race

He beguiled her through use of a serpent race

The serpent had been in charge of this Garden of Eden place

Both Adam and Eve had usurped the serpents place

So a fallen angel worked together with the serpent race

You see the fallen angel could not get into this Garden of Eden place

So he used the serpent to interface with Eve

He made her promise to fed Adam a fruit of that place

He made her think thoughts of evil were good for the place

So Eve toke a fruit from that place

Forced Adam through blasphemy to eat of that place

Now speculative here this was the beginning of the human race

The Creator seeing such a site gave a promise to that race

He would send a Messiah to save that race

For who should ever believe in him would be saved from the race

Now here is some fun about that race

The Messiah for the human race

Some say Jesus Christ saved the human race

His teaching though few still survive in place

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself in this place

Speculative how is a question of race

Prior to Christ was Abraham of a special race

The Creator was with him for fifty years in a cave place

Abraham’s challenge to Nimrod destroyed the tower of Babel that evil place

From reading it is speculative that the tower reached two miles high in some place

The Lord destroyed a third by fire, the Creator drove the tower down by a third of the place

From that place came a few more interesting speculative races

Some of the people the Creator turned to monkey in places

Some of the people the Creator turned to ghost in places

What a weird dream one has in the end times and places

So questions to frame in this state of mind are places

What has all this got to do with this here tale in place?

I am tired so I will state it in place

Christ Jesus story tells of the pottery questioning the Creators design why have you made me thus

I speculate we are here to be vessels of spirit and soul not lust

We the human races are containers of spirit filled races

Whether demons, spirits of ideals, thoughts one can not trust

We be the containers of such places

The truth is scary when you realize this waking up in the night with such a dream

Makes a person want to scream

Clint Siegle actual I was hoping to be evil.. look minions if I am suppose to be good lets us try some minion work. to begin with with Dr. Moon gone maybe I should decree mass marriages between people.. any minions want that sign up.. yes and of course you will have to pay for the paperwork etc.. but I promise an happily every after bhahahahha.. yes happy.. of course that course minions is free to you.. first you must get up look at each other and laugh for 5 minutes together.. not at each other but with each other.. but for the second tape well that is 19.99 plus.

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

― Dr. Seuss

August 28, 2013 ·

Dear Friends: I wish I could write you those seven or eight hundred words that would put you in stitches that have been asked for, but I know only six hundred. Then too there are other reasons. For one thing I have been having frustrating time with my government. I planed to let them handle policy in the high hopes that a Noble Peace Prize person would be well for peace not war. Well, 5 years have passed and Cuba still has prisoners, and in all that time not less war has come but we have hung our selves with more Libya, Egypt, and now Syria and possibility of Iran. Deep in despair I went to search for meaning explanation of the situations at hand and found the end of times, and the end of reason. Years ago I asked myself what would I do. Pray. yes. Seems logical that is all I can do other then hope. Call my senator and ask him why is the constitution being worked around war is the bombardment of a nation Syria has a republic and if shelled has the right to defend itself. Thus an act of war and one that congress should have to vote on. Gassing people is wrong. But feeding people is right. Instead of weapons feed both sides till their fat and laxy. Why must each country be unstable and not working just because of change. Allow transition allow a truce. Take care of yourself. Regards, Clinton Tracy Siegle

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Clint Siegle “He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.”

― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

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Clint Siegle Having solved all the major mathematical, physical, chemical, biological, sociological, philosophical, etymological, meteorological and psychological problems of the Universe except for his own, three times over, [Marvin] was severely stuck for something to do, and had taken up composing short dolorous ditties of no tone, or indeed tune. The latest one was a lullaby.

Marvin droned,

Now the world has gone to bed,

Darkness won't engulf my head,

I can see in infrared,

How I hate the night.

He paused to gather the artistic and emotional strength to tackle the next verse.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

Try to count electric sheep,

Sweet dream wishes you can keep,

How I hate the night.”

― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

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Clint Siegle “Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.

Life is beauty, admire it.

Life is a dream, realize it.

Life is a challenge, meet it.

Life is a duty, complete it.

Life is a game, play it.

Life is a promise, fulfill it.

Life is sorrow, overcome it.

Life is a song, sing it.

Life is a struggle, accept it.

Life is a tragedy, confront it.

Life is an adventure, dare it.

Life is luck, make it.

Life is too precious, do not destroy it.

Life is life, fight for it.”

― Mother Teresa

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Charles S. Shepherd III Clinton when did you become such a fan of philosophy, when I met you, you were a Democrat!!! Brown Suits and Shoes?

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Clint Siegle Actually I am liberal working at a defense of the nation. I believe that the world is a wonderful peaceful place and that people are good. I know I have blewn it a few times myself but in general life is philosophy. Meaning I have a hole n my right leg 15 by 3 by 2.5 inches that allowed me to think some. Not much note but some. I need to retry and redo something big in my life before it is over. I am trying to pay my bills, etc. Humor power in Michigan again says I ower them money for places I have not done anything with since 08. They filed they paper work July 2013. Makes me want to dream again. Of other things and Ideas and ideology would help the world. Like no killing in Syria, or Burma or anywhere, and feed the people till they are fat and want to discuss life in general instead of fight. war is over rated at times for settling arguments. Anyway 7209893550 when you have the time call.

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 It has been said that a smile adds a lot to your face value Pirate writer and poet with passion to make life come alive. Looking for a great place to eat after escaping an ole folks home. This is who I am career wise  My passion for reading, has started me writing some fair stories which I am sharing, I am that I am quiet and usually ask to help where and when needed or not. Here I have been eating with a few people that have hard time feeding themselves to ensure that they get food, and at least a sandwich in their hands to munch on. My dream is to be in love forever and hold someone close to me.

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Clint Siegle But of course what else would a pirate be... amazing an modest to the extent that I will take tips on writing poetry, and piracy.. any which I would like to get better at..my plan in composing a better letter was to invite you and everyone to retire from life and come to live with me in Salt Lake City or the lake in my canoe. However, that was based on my firm belief that I was going to win first prize of 400 million in the lottery the other night. Well, to make a long story short, I was nosed out and it is my sad duty now to tell everyone that you will have to make the trip on your own and pay me to stay so I can afford my light bills. A few weeks without a paycheck makes one weak and anxious to say the least.

June 23rd I went to the doctor’s office. They stated I should exercise. I went to the gold's gym signed up that very day and caught bacteria from their gym floor that caused/ate the flesh to my ankle bone by causing the flesh to die. I spent July in the hospital losing 33 pounds from vomiting, diarrhea caused by acid re flux disease; August I was placed in the old folk’s home. Therein I kept saying hello to people in the rooms around me only not to see them the next day. They stuck me in the hospice wing. Kind of blew my mind and well yes I need help with English, but I am still working my way back from that issues.

Loss my feelings for a while this year January

Gained thankfulness due to missing a car accident this year February

Gained a new year of age this year March

Gained appreciation to all those that were with me this year April

Loss my attitude this year May

Loss my family for a time this year June

Loss part of my leg this year July

Gained acid re flux disease this year August

Gained sometime with my Family this year September

Loss my employment this year October

Gained a new appreciation of my ears due to loss of hearing this November

Gained a new understanding of my mother this year December

DREAM

Being a pirate is not all that the career is cracked up to be. Ender was seated at his table at his favorite watering hole- the Cafe Chi. The Black Skimmer was being overhauled. When in walked a person a lady of a different color. She was a fairy that had visited Ender in a prior story told back in 2009. The fairy was wandering toward the table and sat down right next to Ender. Ender just smiled and poured some rum into his black tea. He was polite. He asked polite tea my dear. And thus the story begins tonight. Her name was Ayana. She had been a child along time ago. Changed into a fairy due to a mishap between Ender and the sea witch who had turned the child Ayana into a fairy by accident. Anyway she spoke. Evidently her sister Ashanty had been captured by the mermaids and was being treated badly in the castle in the sea. Her tearful felt story made the rum soaked pirate cry a tear or two. Maybe it was the fairy speak or a magic. Ender was ready to do what is nice to do.

September and October on short term disability at home I could not walk well, and could not sit for long periods of time nor drive. My wife and kids came home in September. October I got off disability and the company I was working for laid me off on that same-day October 10th.

As for my family, my wife is better. I think she just meant nearly every other month.

Stress- I think almost dying, losing a lot of weight, and being laid off has taken a lot out of me.

Dear Friends: I wish I could write you those seven or eight hundred words that would put you in stitches that have been asked for, but I know only six hundred. Then too there are other reasons. For one thing I have been having frustrating time with my government. I planed to let them handle policy in the high hopes that a Noble Peace Prize person would be well for peace not war. Well, 5 years have passed and Cuba still has prisoners, and in all that time not less war has come but we have hung our selves with more Libya, Egypt, and now Syria and possibility of Iran. Deep in despair I went to search for meaning explanation of the situations at hand and found the end of times, and the end of reason. Years ago I asked myself what would I do. Pray. yes. Seems logical that is all I can do other then hope. Call my senator and ask him why is the constitution being worked around war is the bombardment of a nation Syria has a republic and if shelled has the right to defend itself. Thus an act of war and one that congress should have to vote on. Gassing people is wrong. But feeding people is right. Instead of weapons feed both sides till their fat and laxy. Why must each country be unstable and not working just because of change. Allow transition allow a truce. Take care of yourself. Regards, Clinton Tracy Siegle

Well not safe in Utah. I have a bullet hole in my bathroom wall less than two hours old news. Kids, and family are safe. But that is just un-nerving and well not what I would expect from a safe place in Salt Lake City.

or on again off again switch... pirate story.. so there Ender was looking at a glass of white wine trying to decide was it right to down it or swirl and sip... that is a problematic state for pirates trying to flee ... a classic swirl and sip or gulp and run...

So zip guns are easy to make and evidently easy to fire into someone bathroom. Neighbor was using his outdoor closet to manufacture zip guns. Evidently one of them went off and thus the 9 mm hole in my bathroom wall. Kinds, wife and myself all were home. Case number 13-145659 B Durr 251 just in case I lose the piece of paper. Scary to live in one of the safest places in the world and have two holes in the wall from a interesting gun. Salt Lake City is no longer safe. Humor I guess time to start looking for someplace else. police number is 801 743 7000 no calling 911 per message on answering machine

Work front: I have had 24 Anyway, news here 26 interviews, four contracts signed awaiting my time with a medicare part c telesales person position which I quit. Evidently, I am now partially deaf in my right ear. I never a good talker to begin with but a lady in South Dakota yelling at me for say in 39.9 versus her hearing 69 dollar lead me to believe I should try something else. I thus accepted the first offer of a job consulting for the Fountain group in Florida. I told you about having spent money to make money I did not even break even. What a life there. Trying to break even this month of January. . When the budget gets signed. While waiting, I am writing sad thoughts, etc..... what do you think of this  I know it is not smart. However, sometimes life is not as it should be. Much of my life has been that way. I understand my story is hard to follow. interviews and four offers, only to be told awaiting funding due to the government not releasing contracts to Lockheed, Honeywell, Oceanonics, and a small consulting firm. This Monday instead of waiting unemployment, I toke a temp job at a call center for selling Part C insurance. It should be interesting.

DREAM

Death was a new angel that challenged the Creator

His challenge I have no idea why

but the story I heard

is the following:

Job was to be the person taking the place of Abraham for the gentiles.

The Creator looked out and said have you challenged my friend Job

And with that Job earned his reward known through out the ages

The Creator was betting that a good man could survey.

The angel death toke all his stuff, his children, and his friends.

The angel death said let me take his health and wola the Creator said okay.

What did I learn from this story.

That all we are; are pawns or betting chips in a game not seen by gentles

Humor how this makes me feel that everything I do here is a game

Welcome to learning you are just an avatar

That nothing we do matters to us

That the Creator sees us to go good or evil

That the challenge is something worth betting or not

Angel called death toke one third of the angels that day in his flight fight with the Creator

Why is this rebellion happen this way

I don’t understand nor care

The story however ha something moral to say

The angel death wants to destroy the race of Adam it seems

Why I have neither idea nor care

The story however brings a question about Islam in general

The whole Koran is based on an angel talking to a prophet who does not change his ways to good. According to his own words he

"Muhammad is a narcissist, a pedophile, a mass murderer,

a terrorist, a misogynist, a lecher, a cult leader, a madman

a rapist, a torturer, an assassin and a looter."

Former Muslim Ali Sina offered $50,000 to anyone

who could prove otherwise based on Islamic texts.

The reward has gone unclaimed

This makes sense that an angel did speak with him

It makes sense that someone that might not be completely good made this all up

God watches to your ways

Change during today

God is here today

Change what you say

God hears what you say

Change your heart to be kind

God’s mercy is kind

Change your heart to love

God’s mercy is love

Change your fait to belief

God sees your actions as belief

Change the end is near

God is near

Thank you for reading my emails and keeping in contact. I appreciate our friendship.

for those that have time. pray for me. Lost my left foot on Sunday. My job on Monday, and part of my leg on wednesday.. the year 2014 and tend the pirate story goes like this.. Monday started work in Malbororo Mass. Was told to go home because they were not ready for me, till Wednesday. Came back Wednesday told to come in Thursday. told to no come in Friday. Mty stomach can not handle this and started vomiting, everything on Friday, Saturday I see a black spot- in fly home and lose my foot 3 am iMonday night

There I was again in a situation of sugar and flour making. Diabetes, a sickness what a way to go a left foot. It started that Feb 24th day. I went to work for the first day. Just to be told to go home with merely seven hours worth of work. And not come back until noon Wednesday. Paid hotel, car, and flight not being paid for what a life to live. That Wednesday after 11 calls still no software installed told to come in Thursday with potential no work on Friday. That Thursday I start throwing up. Vomiting water, and everything. Friday same. Saturday I find a spot on my foot similar to what I had back in June when I lost the skin to my ankle.

February 18

I miss you Grandma Shattuck, Grandma Jessie, Grand Emma, Grandpa Siegle, Grandpa Haman, Great Grandpa Haman, Aunt Rosie, uncle Cal, cousin Mat, Cousin Mark, Uncle Mickey, aunt Louise, aunt Adeline, cousin Mat, friend Wayne, friend Jon, Mr. Carlson, and a few others. The world is sure to be an interesting place without you folks. I hope to see you again.. peace.. I do not share my thoughts because I think it will change the minds of people who think differently. I share my thoughts to show the people who already think like me that they are not alone.

The story of threes... you have heard it. The accident happened then another and a third just for the kicks of it. You have to be ready for anything. I do not know what I am, but I have survived again. The third attempt I survived or is there more. What happens next... that is the story... right leg, left foot gone, hearing almost gone, humor how a person trying to kill me with a zip gun attempted murder, and well, the world is out to get someone. However, why this life was to be a bookworm. What could I have done? Alternatively, It could have been... that is a question I do not understand... seated here I realize I should have taken a left corner instead of a right. I would have been next to there... that make no sense... perhaps try something else... a book an author... a poet maybe ... I tried a bit perchance I could have been a marine... Or stand against the odds... how I would catch to work against the dragons... what is life like what to say what to do... the tale of Ender the pirate most know... Welcome back to the presentation of how the world is nowadays...

There is an Almighty that I know .. I knew of him for a while. He is great and terrible his world is not that which I would be a choice for this life.

I do know that his domain is coming closer. Ceres or Nebular or somewhere else where is Heaven and then that makes there a hell. What will happen? The wars, the peace called by everyone but fulfilled by none. Earthquakes in diverse places, volcano, wars, the world is coming apart per verses in the Bible. Why? What purpose? If the end is known why play the game?

That is the question- is there an alternative world or domain or universe? Is hell the outcome for all those that are not proper or wanting to be right? That is weird about the questioning...

Dreams are often the way of life. Thank the creator for obamacare forcing me to purchase health insurance February prior to losing my left foot due to poor judgment.

I went to work for Raytheon on Feb 24th they sent me home with only seven hours of work and told me not to report back till Wednesday noon. Rationale they could not install Microsoft Project 2007. Noon Wednesday still no installation. They said come in Thursday and if no installation do not come in Friday. I went in after 11 more calls that day along with the 20 or so calls prior nothing. I went home Thursday and started throwing up violently. I thought acid reflux disease.

DREAM

Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why I am not in a mental asylum. Then I take a good look around at everyone and realize... maybe I already am.

In deciding to be evil as a profession I have to find support so I am turning to a major sponsor the US government. I figure if I paid into them a quarter of a million over 13% taxes plus employer 13% over the years. Maybe a grant or social security can help me out. So I am looking for new ideas after taking my advice from Ms. West. "When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before." -- Mae West. So I am looking for a bad deed to do. Any decisions will have to be cartoonish in nature. Of course there will be a well. Which is a deep hole in the rural backyard? Well hello there you look like a bad decision. What evil to do.. Well, minions we will have to meet at midnight hour which makes it more evill.. Well, if you excuse me, tonight’s bad decisions are not going to be made by themselves.

An author that is right I shall write a world changing book and people will pay me money.. Then I will use said money to buy .. wait for it folks. The seven seas..

Yes:

Introduction to book:

Staring at the spaceship in Texas desert makes one realize that life is short. Play hard for all that is known was about to be changed both intellectually and economically from oil base economy to religious ideology on that made us. The year 2015 a water world Ceres was passing earth when a spacecraft landed in Texas. The race known as Fae or Fairy were here to pick up their cousins who had been living underground, and on a different wave length, the entire span of humans had been on earth. Their energy being phased just a little out of the eyesight of humans made their entire culture a mystery, and in truth only the myths told about those stories that had escaped into the common knowledge of man. Anyway, their spacecraft landing made no news anywhere due to the government. The government tried to hush the experience up. Blanketing the whole of Texas with thunderstorms, sending men in black to change the minds of the residents and blacking out the media. However, a few people escaped those men in black. Their stories appearing on Facebook made those not interested think that what happens in Texas needs to stay in Texas. This is a tale of one of those people that was not from Texas but is stuck on a fracking rig close to a fairy ring. What happened there was something to behold. The equipment is destroyed in the wildest ways. The fairy coming right out of the hill twisted the metal into an odd like demon structure. The employees tried to run but were changed into bugs.

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 worlds governments had be 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 Nibils 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 are 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 1700s 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 reconsidered life and chances. The first encounter on the tidal cycle was other survivors looking for food.

No one loss all the time Warren Oates sonnet failure

Not again nice seeing you friend

Failure I see you have looked me up again

This time I am told I can not write again

Humor I wrote more than usual again

Only to fail yet again

Usually this is not something that bothers me again

I can fail and succeed at something else again

But I am tired alone and life is not laughter, nor loved again

Failure nice visiting me again

I wonder did you have to bring your friends

Sadness, hate, death to a new position yet again

I am familiar with all of you through out the years

I have more friends in the ground then above; I have hatred for those above

I have seen sadness so often I think you must be a friend again

Three partially blinded pirates looking into there ship could only find a can of beans. The beans of course were rotten and caused them to poop and they pooped allot. They each lost an eye to see a map that only they could see in thirds. The treasure of course was worth more than an eye to each of them. The rationale could be anything, who knows why man does things for money or greed or just for a chance for an opportunity to better ones self. Money makes funny bedfellows and changes a man reason. Anyways each could store only so much of the map and drew it on parts of their bodies and each others as tattoos. Entered the bold and brave Ender the Pirate to the story. He was welling and dealing in Café Shi when the three stumble in from their ship to gather a crew and drink a little prior to setting sail for their treasure of what and what nots.

DREAM

The Chinese being smart built their bunker at the bottom of their dam. Figuring that a bunker fortress would protect them from the zombie virus unleashed upon the 50000 pet owners that were specified winners in a law suit for their pets. That and the played several other games at once. Taking out the internet via electrical smart bombs, they were able to short all the oil in the world in august then buy it up for a song... Without legal rights the US and Europe played right into their hand in giving Taiwan back to mainland China. The problem was the virus mutated and the anti virus did not work. And of course killing them with head shots only worked for so long till the military was overwhelmed by their own dead. The world is changed. Humor, how the world is going on. Foreigners are what aliens are here in the USA. I can see myself greeting the first aliens. They become hostile and my statement is surrender, you are surrounded by the republic of the United States. Hand over your women and intellectuals. Or prepared to be destroyed. You are only hundreds of thousands the republic is millions. I can see the giants from Norse religions laughing. I can see the zombies from the Africa virus wandering down the road...Umm... if you have not noticed there is a lack of web posts about UFOs, etc... That is because someone has started deleting them on the net. Weird and wandering why the conscience mind starts to think... They or whoever that is doing this is starting to get the world to think or change from accepting an invasion of earth. AS a citizen of the republic of the USA- I find this humorous. Giants die just as humans. The weird question is these giants the ones from the Norse religion or Israel both of which talk about the sons of G##s walking the earth. Humor... The beginning of the Jewish oral tradition even states that Adam had a suit that made every man and beast to obey him. And that it provided him with a long life. 970 years to be exact. Wondrous when the Bible says that the next time creator is in the area he will be with use for a thousand years. I mean could that just mean all our tailors are just replaced with a suit like Adams? Would that not be kick short sears, Kmart, anything with appeal? Anyways the suit went to Nimrod according to what I have read told that the book of knowledge was also given which perished in a fire within the past 120 years. What would that have done to change the course of man nature if only we would have been good. Saw superman the movie… message be good. Pascal was right you know.. if there is a chance 1 and versus a billion. Take the 1 because being good does not create pain.. and the chance that the billion provides a bit of fun really wont matter in the long run because evil does not build a world but destroys it.

DREAM

Ender the pirate walking through a bar and while he was strutting he realized a sense of shame coming over out the happiness of his profession. As a young man, Ender realized he was not equipped to deal with the world as most people through family and friends. He made books his family and animals his friends. His life was filled with pain and terror from others not secure within. His cries were not heard nor cared for by another. A thought kept him alive to a future a dream within. I shall do better I shall be better within. A prayer to the almighty was to begin. Lord forgives me a pirate within. Forgive my judging others for their meanest to me and my other sins. Bitterness within made him a pirate within. For singing and tale telling was his gift from within. For without his loss of employment, his left foot, partial hearing, and nerves were at an end. He awoke as a pirate from his dream and begin again to work on his disability claim to ensure his family had food, and shelter another time.

DREAM

One day.

memories of you will be all the same

what will you be remembered for

taking a stand of standing around

To take a stand means you might not be liked

versus standing around

To care, live, love, laugh and make a difference in this world

Or will you be remembered for hanging around

To stand bold and hold your own

Or to allow evil run through your world

Evil is evil and shame is shame

What will you be remembered for your game

Is life but a game

Let us read an observation of Job

He was to be the Abraham of the gentiles

The game

A bet he could survive a challenge of death, Satan an angel fallen grace

What is he known for

losing everything

children and things

how is this right

on is this correct in day light

we are all avatars for a creator

Scary is that sounds what game are you playing

What life will be yours

Stand bold

Be good for that is all there is in the end

You can be remembered to be great and good

or just standing around

I heard the paster of the office at the white whouse the other day

Preach

What is happen to this world

Evil is shame

Shame is evil

How can this be that evil is allowed

Laughter is killed by evil

Love is murdered by evil

Life is killed by evil

Scared is shame and evil

Evil is shame

how can Syria be paid billions to kill each other

That is evil and shame

Shame on the rulers paying for death

Instead of using the money for charity

Instead of employing people

Shame indeed

Shame on those people

Change to God

Change your ways

God watches to your ways

Change during today

God is here today

Change what you say

God hears what you say

Change your heart to be kind

God’s mercy is kind

Change your heart to love

God’s mercy is love

Change your fait to belief

God sees your actions as belief

Change the end is near

God is near

DREAM

That is enough to bring back memories of the long past. I could see things I should not have to see. I could feel things I should not have to feel. I was told things I should not have to deal with at any age unless I cared.

That was just it I cared, but I did not want to hear such things. Humor the sad part not being able to sleep at night because of such things.

I heard the other day about this is this and that is that. I prayed protect me and my family from this is this and that is that. I warned people about that and this but to no avail about those things. Those evil and ugly things.

The dream told more of these things. The dream told me about my future day and things. The spirit realm isall around us. As in most thngs. Angels create, destroy and build new things. The details are given by the Lord of Host and Creator of things. I believed he had the power of all things. But he to has to ask about certain things. Example he told the earth to bring forth fruits and tree things. The earth did but not way the Creator expected things. The trees were not eatable things. Humor if the earth can change things what is there for the angel to do the same thing? Humor who and how life is seen.

Anyway I saw evil and their things. I did not do well for I to have evil things. I am not well and suffered for those things. I pray that the Creator can forgive and forget those things. Anyway a poem for tonight I want to sleep among other things.

What if HARPA is a machine that can cause people to change and do evil things

What if the government is attacking their own people to do evil things

What if the government is stealing the FICA tax dollars to do other evil things

The question really is Tom Chancy books just imaginary

After seeing the footage of the storms in Ohio

I think not

After seeing the hatred in someplaces I think not

I believe in twenty years if they win the end is near so the world will have to change

Meaning I think good is lossing their game

Shame is shame

Syria be at peace

Pray for Syria peace

Evil is evil instead turn to peace

shame on a religion to cause such evil

The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries

Inherent vice of capitalism question is G?d one or not

The question asked innocently is met with a harsh reality

Looking towards the founders Abram had slaves meanings capital

Christ seemed to be for taxes pay unto Caesar what is Caesar capital

Buddha enlightenment seems to lend itself to capitalism at times sharing with the poor

Mohamed is differently a capitalist selling, stealing, and etc slaves capital there to

Socialism seems to come from a political party

National Socialist Party for an example

Truly evil incarnate on earth

Give away that which you can

for sharing is better then holding a can

live, love, laugh for this is imaginary in a can

love what we do to make a living if you can

what we give away is all we will hold in the end or can

laughter is all that is left for us that can

We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give. Speech by Churchill

humor is something funny at times

reality is humorous at times

for what one would not like to happen to them happens, well no good times

either there is laughter or tears at that times

helpful thoughts and prayers is all that is left at times

what makes this world go around is prayers and help all the time

Japan is sinking an soon will be burning at times

Israel is plotting and causing tears in Syria today

USA needs to pray all the time today

For there is so many people hurting today

what is happening to the real world today

why is life not helpful today

evil is risen its head today

and there is no person this time

to safe us from today

Prayer for today

Help help help

There is no where to go today

No where to flee in this day and age

Scary this prophecy of this age

Cry for us everyone today

For the end is near today

DREAM

This is speculative poetry about the meaning of life and all that is for the human race

Around six thousand years ago there was a race

Between angels, demons, giants, and the human race

First there was Adam and Lilith which separated the races

Adam first chance did not agree with him at all in this race

Lilith ran away to where she was caught in the Dead Sea

There she was caught and seduced two angels of a different race

From there an agreement of death to some of her race

She agreed to a thousand a day dying each day

She agreed to wonder the earth seducing mankind race

Second wife speculation here was made by the Creator while Adam watched

She was made as grace and beauty she was mother of the fae race

Adam watching her be made rejected her kind of race

I speculate here that she was a pretty race

So Adam felt alone and was the human of his race

The Creator caused him to sleep one day

That day was the fall of the human race

The Creator toke from Adam a rib for his race

A hard and forceful creation for the human race

The Creator crafted Eve for the human race

The Creator did not allow Adam to see how she would create the human race

So Adam and Eve were the start of the human race

Speculative thoughts on the human race

So the two of them were in Heaven to start the race

Both Adam on side of the garden and Eve on the other side of the garden taking care of the place

When Eve’s two guardians left her alone in a guarded place

Now here is a back story seldom discussed about this place

The Son of the creator were angels of that place

If one reads how walled the Garden of Eden was in place

One might see a guarded place

The Creator created an angel so perfect and grand

That the angel challenged the Creator for a grand

The Creator threw down the said Son to this place

Along with a third of his race

There in this new place

The grand angel of Death toke its place

For you see Death is Satan name of a race

There this grand angel devised a ploy to trick Eve of the human race

He beguiled her through use of a serpent race

The serpent had been in charge of this Garden of Eden place

Both Adam and Eve had usurped the serpents place

So a fallen angel worked together with the serpent race

You see the fallen angel could not get into this Garden of Eden place

So he used the serpent to interface with Eve

He made her promise to fed Adam a fruit of that place

He made her think thoughts of evil were good for the place

So Eve toke a fruit from that place

Forced Adam through blasphemy to eat of that place

Now speculative here this was the beginning of the human race

The Creator seeing such a site gave a promise to that race

He would send a Messiah to save that race

For who should ever believe in him would be saved from the race

Now here is some fun about that race

The Messiah for the human race

Some say Jesus Christ saved the human race

His teaching though few still survive in place

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself in this place

Speculative how is a question of race

Prior to Christ was Abraham of a special race

The Creator was with him for fifty years in a cave place

Abraham’s challenge to Nimrod destroyed the tower of Babel that evil place

From reading it is speculative that the tower reached two miles high in some place

The Lord destroyed a third by fire, the Creator drove the tower down by a third of the place

From that place came a few more interesting speculative races

Some of the people the Creator turned to monkey in places

Some of the people the Creator turned to ghost in places

What a weird dream one has in the end times and places

So questions to frame in this state of mind are places

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Once Ender was captured and taken aboard a very big ship that floated in the sky.. It was a trick of course. The grand scheme of things this outpost of a world held nothing of notice other then the latest world being built by the planet building ship called Paradise. There for some reason life was produced to hold on to souls from a garden called Eden. The whole of the game, if an opinion maybe expressed was to provide entertainment friendship and just something to do over the millions of years. The trick of course was the great light was given a chance to be greater, instead picked up on something Anderson and Anderson Company brought to the US. The idea of destruction often allows from the ruins something new to be built. Anyway at this lowly outpost a third of the angels decided to go along with the re destruction of perfection. They followed what some call Death, some call the power an angel of “light” that fell from heaven, some call the story malarkey.

Anyways, to start out there were 70 creatures created with two greater beings called Adam and Lilith http://www.straightdope.com/.../whats-the-story-on-lilith... being the heads of the group living on Paradise’s on-board garden Eden. If understood correctly this group split up. Lilith went to combine with death and his group created what is commonly called demons. While Adam being alone watched as G8d created another woman in front of him. Upon seeing the creation process he did not want his woman. If legends be read incorrectly which most are this woman became the mother of faire folks. Meaning she ate of the tree of life, but not of the forbidden fruit. Making her forever young and her offspring numerous up to the point of the great sin.

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. 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 worlds governments had be 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 Nibils 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 are 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 reconsidered 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 also.

It is better to be alone. Than being whit someone who makes 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 whit the truth but never comfort me whit 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 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 to busy looking for ways to show love to each other.

Never ignore a person that loves you cares you and miss 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

The storm was over only for a moment when the wind started to blow again and the breeze was high handed with the sail. The bear was busy eating honey that was just taken from the isle where long John Silver had buried a treasure still unfound with an x marking the spot. Honey is better then treasure when sailing a small ship in a big ocean with a captain singing sea shanties about how bears, ducks and pirate named Ender once were wanted by the admiral of the British Navy for taking their tea and bread.

Three partially blinded pirates looking into there ship could only find a can of beans. The beans of course were rotten and caused them to poop and they pooped allot. They each lost an eye to see a map that only they could see in thirds. The treasure of course was worth more than an eye to each of them. The rationale could be anything, who knows why man does things for money or greed or just for a chance for an opportunity to better ones self. Money makes funny bedfellows and changes a man reason. Anyways each could store only so much of the map and drew it on parts of their bodies and each others as tattoos. Entered the bold and brave Ender the Pirate to the story. He was welling and dealing in Café Shi when the three stumble in from their ship to gather a crew and drink a little prior to setting sail for their treasure of what and what nots.

There I was living another life again. My mind a fix to a focus of a book and the life within. The spirit given the chapters made me read faster and the character became dear. Till the end was near. I was gone again my mind off and into another book another life another place in time. chemistry is strange that way to live a moment in reality is to step outside a universe that is much bigger in the inside than the outside. Thus a library is the most holiest of places. For the universe is contained in there. What can be said. Someone person might read this so I will tell a tale to bring the soul to another place in time. To help those hurt in their mind. My eyes tear up just thinking about life. What a wondrous gift. To be. Or not to be. A jewish question about existence that the debated several hundred years. The end conclusion was that it would have been better not to exist. But since we exist to make the best or better world around us all the same. Dreaming like that start the clock.. This tale is easy Ender the pirate was sailing the ocean with the breeze to his back. Being on a sailing ship the Black Skimmer one would hope that .. The crew a bear a duck and recently added Chuck Cheese doll brought to life by the blue fae was sitting around the table eating pizza. When in walked a child of six or five a girl living life on a dime. Her father being a poor pirate at the time. Ender said what are you doing here girl. She just smiled and walked towards the mouse doll. ... Next chapter later..

For court of Ender the pirate last few years were gloom- he was old and had become both unglamorous with a bad taste for music. The court was bored and desperate for novelty. So in 1710 when the pirate battles started a fresh new pirate of fifteen-year-old lad named the Claw who was both devilishly handsome and charming had a particularly strong effect on the ladies within the Troll kings court. He was witty and cared for politics as few men cared. He saw that the cycle of life was to happen to a great country but he also saw no one cared. So within he started his plan to tell a tale that would live on even after his soul was burning on fire for his lovers. His plan was witty indulgent, some of the wenches laughed when his hands wondered towards places a fifteen year old should not have his hands..

The troll king was furious and sent the youth away to be imprisoned by those who could not read nor think for themselves. The troll king wanted people to think before the law of averages came true and a country would fall from within no invading army just a whimper of those willing to slay their own countrymen. The current politicians had laid out their plan carefully taking in the whole of the country. first the loss of liberty due to security form terrorist that they themselves invited in on college VISA and allowed to party in Vegas. Then they destroyed the economy by not paying their bills in a timely fashion causing those with less funding to loss what little they had.. Into this stepped the Claw and saw a chance to revive a dying republic a chance to make lovers of women for politics. For whom of them could resist an ideology of love? Their hearts needing something to dwell on as their lives were changing from law abiding citizens to political idealists who understood. If they did not make a stand.. Then their wondering kisses, and high heels would be banned by those worshipping a different creator those that wounded those of love with hate.

For court of Ender the pirate last few years were gloom- he was old and had become both unglamorous with a bad taste for music. The court was bored and desperate for novelty. So in 1710 when the pirate battles started a fresh new pirate of fifteen-year-old lad named the Claw who was both devilishly handsome and charming had a particularly strong effect on the ladies within the Troll kings court. He was witty and cared for politics as few men cared. He saw that the cycle of life was to happen to a great country but he also saw no one cared. So within he started his plan to tell a tale that would live on even after his soul was burning on fire for his lovers. His plan was witty indulgent, some of the wenches laughed when his hands wondered towards places a fifteen year old should not have his hands.. The troll king was furious and sent the youth away to be imprisoned by those who could not read nor think for themselves. The troll king wanted people to think before the law of averages came true and a country would fall from within no invading army just a whimper of those willing to slay their own countrymen. The current politicians had laid out their plan carefully taking in the whole of the country. First the loss of liberty due to security form terrorist that they themselves invited in on college VISA and allowed to party in Vegas. Then they destroyed the economy by not paying their bills in a timely fashion causing those with less funding to loss what little they had... Into this stepped the Claw and saw a chance to revive a dying republic a chance to make lovers of women for politics. For whom of them could resist an ideology of love? Their hearts needing something to dwell on as their lives were changing from law abiding citizens to political idealists who understood. If they did not make a stand... Then their wondering kisses and high heels would be banned by those worshipping a different creator those that wounded those of love with hate. Indivudals of that hate filled religion might be good but their laws on women as a whole and pirates make the whole issue in questionable alliance. Why would a republic change from good to evil? Why would they hurt or willing hurt their own people?

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. 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 worlds governments had be 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 Nibils 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 are 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 reconsidered 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 time and a tale by ender the pirate that was no more... there I was sitting and drinking rum... not as much as it use to be... needed more music, and a good song something with jewels, naughty women, and a place where peace can come and visit for a time or two.. But to no a vast. Life was not meant for that experience to come about... just drinking and some loud noises from the window... quiet there wind... so .. To a tale... these day people are so bold in starting wars without money or coin, but for those that remember that is exactly why pirating was created for countries without coin to create limited liability companies for a nation to profit from war without having to fund the navy... hiccup... maybe that is exactly what is needed a self serving navy to protect Asia from itself, and provide commercial outlaying for larger war ships..

yes call your congressmen and ask that the navy be funded by some newly minted wealth person... privateering could save this country a fourth of a trillion dollars.. just think and the loot would be wonderful..

Dooms day prophecy from Ender the pirate...

1. Noah’s flood 2343 BC- earth heated up and the water sprang forth. http://www.abiblestudy.com/part2.html

2. Joseph’s drought 1743 BC- earth heated up again drought lasted seven years 128 / Reuben 43 / Simeon 42 / Levi 41 / Judah &38; Dan 40 / Naphtali, Issachar &38; Gad 39 / Asher & Zebulun 38 / Joseph 37 / Benjamin 31 / Manasseh 6 / Ephraim 2

3. Drought 40 AD- severity was such it was noted in history Source: extracted and paraphrased: Josephus: Complete Works; by Josephus (Joseph Ben Matthias), written shortly after 100 A.D., age abt. 63; translated by William Whiston, Pub. by Kregel Publications, © 1981, pp 389-392

4. 500 AD really bad- half of china ate the other half of china http://sites.google.com/.../drought-floods-famine-and...

5. 2011 drought again http://www.worldweatherpost.com/.../china-drought.../

6. Cycles happen and are forgotten- the earth is stepping outside the known galaxy a cycle which maybe for the next 7 to 12 years... the world will be heating up folks. Expectation volcanoes, droughts, and wars- rationale for war is during hot cycles wars occur more often due to the lack of food, water, resources… Thus the tale of ender the pirate

A penance is a replacement of actions from those that were evil for those that are good.

Or a way to show a change of heart or attitude towards the light from that of dark. Some say that all these actions does is show your intent and your insides.

Intent to change your life for the better and for hope of the every after. A Chance at heaven. Heaven a concept that all is right all is good. Can life like that be possible? Can existence exist without evil?

If so why? Why Why not heaven on earth? Peace PEace is cried out but nothing. But war and evil is given. Write all of good and great morals and character upholding what is right.

Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.

Groucho Marx

Poetry is art.

I suppose I am an artist.

A poet with a cause

A poet who can not spells

And knows it

What is it that I know

I know the end is near

I can see that is clear

The end of what

Why this is this

And

That is that of course of art

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.

Groucho Marx

Politicians need some humor

descent humor

wild weird humor

someone that can actually add humor

maybe a mathematician humor

1-1=0 humor

where they can understand humor

17 days of paid vacation humor

or 100 million dollar vacation humor

or 1 billion for Syria death and rape which is not humor

or 3 billions to the Saudis for their oil humor

or paying the Chinese for their humor

or paying the north Koreans for their humor

maybe politicians do not have humor

that is the humorous thing abuot humor

A billion dollars could solve 10,000 people humor with 100,000 per humor

Counting just the vacation paid the politicians this is not humor

The democrats statement there is no more to be cut

I wonder

I can not have a vacation

I am working in the land of mickey

And no 134 dollar ticket for my vacation

Writing poetry is fine

Playing on line games easies the mind

Look ma I made top of the world-quote from some movie not sure any more

Look the world is not an easy place

In fact I am quite out of place

I use to have friendship

and

a friend

now I am alone

yet again

I was thinking of getting a dog

for outside of a book

a dog is a good friend

inside a dog

well it is to dark to read

a good book

paraphrase from Marx- I do not think it was Karl maybe Grucho but not Karl 
 

Smile, love, live for fun, be crazy for those are the most interesting people. Those who have funny tales to tell about being bonkers.. example Mad Hatter to Alice.. Am I bonkers? Alice replies why of course you are.. but let me tell you a secret all the best people are.

The journal of one time traveling pirate.. a foreward.. once upon a time, was a pirate named Ender or there about who sailed the seven seas on the ship the black skimmer. He sailed with a raccoon, a squirrel, a duck and a bear. They had just gotten a dragon the size of a lizard when this tale begins. You see a Time lord found the hopelessly lost captain searching for an item of power to resolve a insurance claim he meant to file because of his traveling arrangements were not according to a said advertised travel agent. He was promised a shot or a spot on the Rainbow Universe which means a mind transfer between people with similar lives, money, etc and the chance to restart a new. The issue you see was one of the hose minds had not really applied for the trip or ticket and had been thrown into the parallel universe without much comfort nor understanding of what was going on. Hei's first few weeks in silence he watched as things, which were not and that change did change or not. A mountain moved. A contentment moved, and a few people he tried to talk to only a psychic and a Secientligist would listen to him. His friends abandoned him to his trip though the parallel universe. The raccoon was the first to go finding a wonderful isle to play with bread and such. The quarrel was the next and lizard got off on the same spot. The bear was he only one left the duck having flown he coops. Thus Ender the pirate and the bear were spirally through parallel universes one day at a time. Finding that what is and was and whatever was said had been done somewhere some how within the confines of great minds. Did that make them deities? Did the deities that ruled the earth realize they were nothing but power hungry? The travels begin to have some fun. The pirate became an adventurer instead of a pirate. write strange stories across the parallel universe making people think. A Deity that would kick a person out of his home because he ate a fig and shortened his life along with taking away his job is kind of excess for eating a fig. the actual question then is the deity real or just someone who lives longer than most? With time, does your mind realize what is going on. Why I was not home, while being at home? First off, Billings Montana changed a lot. My world five movie theaters five bookstores, now only 1 movie theater plus a new one somewhere in the west. Bookstores Barnes and Nobles still stands. However, all others are gone. I did find two new used bookstores, meaning if they were in my world, I would have been in them prior to this visit. Bolivia Mountain that I am tracking is at the moment the way off to the, what I thought was south... at present I am not sure. Direction wise I think the world has turned a bit. Changes noticed the most notable paint and industrial changes. The telofairco has two new posts, and paint either everyone has gone white color or red and blue are no longer for painting homes. Gained 300 million people between May 15 and now... http://www.worldometers.info/world-population/planet showed 7.2 billion June 14  https://theprose.com/post/92852/journal-of-a-wondering-mind-through-the-multiverse  
 

An attempt to put into minds.. failure.. or success depends on how you read thee story.. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/journal-with-out-periods-or-slashes-because-blogs-evidently-1028661834468573184

The world was not always this way. However, every fifteen hundred years the planets would be alien with the galaxy which was being crashed into the Milky Way. Few people knew and even cared that which was happening. Earthmoving the Jews from Egypt... Their assumption was a golden calf which was represented by the planet or star with the planet splashing lights against the earth's atmosphere. The Jews knew about it or the idea even though their concept was a bit different from this story. Their ideology was that the cycle of reality was to happen seven times and then dubious. The debatable is the crash which I am speaking about. For you see most galaxy does not crash into one another. Their orbits’ spin to direction in a vast space that no one really cared. Nevertheless, that leaves or leads the story into a different path then the one which I am to tell. You see at the very edge of the galaxy was a planet which was significant only to a few trillion species of which if evolution is correct, the greatest was a worm. Figuratively, the top animal or advance organism that gets to eat everything was considered to be the top of their pyramid. Some would argue that bacteria or viruses. However, just for this story complexity the worm gets to eat all while the bacteria then get to eat the worm. So life was not as complex as expected. Back to the alignment of planets. The farthest edges of the galaxy bring the first to contact each other galaxy a shift had concurred in the planet alignment which in galaxy Milky Way, one day was equating to about 1, 0000 years of the rotation of earth around the star. Every 1.4 days a planet from the other galaxy would float close planet earth and well weird and wild events would happen to the planets. Example currently hurricanes the size of Texas on Saturn. Prior history tells of a flood called Noah's flood, then to the Jews Joseph's drought which ends. However, the planets' influences do not end until Moses. The Jews could see the planet's sun making lights like a golden calf which they built a model of for themselves to worship for their redemption. The last time this planet passed was a collapsed of Rome, half of China ate the other half of China due to starvation. That brings the story to date with the influence of planet having Saturn creating a hurricane the size of Texas... Size wise speculation on the future of trillions of individuals on an inner planet called locally by the inhabitant’s earth was in question. The Jews believing this to be either the third or seventh cycle prior to the big crash some three hundred thousand years in the future of the two galaxy were awaiting a spiritual messiah who would make them rule the future and all would be their slaves. While the Muslims one sect believed that, their prophet would send them into a different galaxy as well. The Christians being confused seemed not to understand their tales also. For looking into it Christ being a Jew spoke to a gentile who actually followed Jewish law a Samaritan telling her she did not even know what she was doing. Seemingly, this would mean that Christianity was a hoax brought by a man called Saul, who changed his name to Paul because of his hatred of the ideology of Christ, which was corrupting his religion. Thus for most Christians their faith was one thing while what was to happen to them well. That goes back to the story. Ender the pirate was sailing the Black Skimmer towards an isle known to few as the dragon's Isle. The Isle was to hold one of the last living dragon's and while the legends told of vast treasures and riches to those that could fight the dragon few if any ships ever returned with tales, one way or the other, so after a time few ships ventured towards the edges. Ender of course with his crew of a cat, bear, raccoon, and wild duck were of a different sort. Ender being blind and partially mad loved to think that the world was going to be an adventure. While the cat though, he heard that they're on the Isle lived a great ball of yarn, which could roll forever and ever and never loss all the string. While the bear misunderstood someone to say that the largest bee farm was kept there by the last dragons for the honey to be used in their tea. While the wild duck was along for the trip. Thus floated the Black Skimmer to the edge of the world's edge. For those not in the know, the world during this time was flat. A proven fact that North America had not broken away from Asia/Russia, and South America was still part of Africa. While Austrialia was part of Asia, and islands were just a myth at the time. The extreme oceans were still tanked up underground by excessive doors, leaking only enough to make small rivers. Mankind knew in those days how to dam the water from the ground with great iron bars. So the real question was what water was the Black Skimmer skimming on. The answer the mighty Missouri river which flowed through rivers all the way to the Meditrean, which was a land where the sky was covered in dew most days' meaning plants grew big and sizeable because of the excess water and sunlight which were always there due to the during of the world bring spun more on the top of the world with everything together. Thus, the plants grew excessive and great without much trouble. The timeframe was prior to Noah's flood, and the beavers were finishing a pronounced dam similar to the one they are building now in Canada. Which held more water than anything had in a while. The timing was bad because the earth was making its galaxy cycle, which would push it outside of the galaxy for roughly 12 years frying the atmosphere. Any ways on these rivers were chucked of lands, which were called Isle and that was where the adventurers were going. You see the tale of the serpent and Eve only told partially the tale. Satan or Death or one of the other thirteen names known currently to the author was unable to enter the garden of Eden. But the serpent was able to stand outside the wall and with his long neck trail to Eve’s location to talk with her. The dragons voice with an angel tongue was beguiling to her. Humor punishment of death because liars win and honest people lose. Interesting that is the tale that is being told. For punishment death, work, and labor because Adam was unable to give up a woman. There were two prior to her. Lilith the first woman which was cut from the spine of Adam. The backs of Adam and Lilith being together made an awesome sight and pictures are hard to come by. Evidently she was tired of Adam and desired more in creation. She ate of the tree of life and not of tree of knowledge allowing her to survive to this day as the queen of demons. The second woman made while Adam watched is speculative by some say she is the queen of the fairies and that her realm was still of energy so that her realm and reality as we human know it come together evry mid summer eve and if you are in the right fairy ring you can watch the fairie king in the mad hunt for those humans caught in that location. The third was Eve taken as a rib from Adam. The tale is even more interesting as to what Adam knew and allowed. According to some he knew everything to come as well as the past.

https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/piracy-was-not-the-trade-i-was-going-into-however-one-does-n-1030134220119789568

The crew of the Black Skimmer which was the flag ship of the Talon crew was fierce. There was a bear, cat, raccoon, and a duck along with the feared leader Ender the pirate, who imagination and rum recently started out to enlarge the crew with a little dragon.. again for those in the know she was a lizard that could talk.. but that was not here or there. For Ender Talon the claw had formed an alliance of sorts with rum soaked pirates who drink their weight in rum and sung songs that made the cats yell in the night..

Loss so profound no one even knows my name

opens your eyes I am disorientated in time and space 

senseless Clinton your name is Clint

space time traveler is such a silly venture

so fathomless is the loss no one notwithstanding knows my name

open your mind to the reality of no time or space

poet misplaced through time and space 

reality changing day by day 

open your eyes; I am a lost one in space

found that reality is nothing to time

open your eyes to reality of lost in space

unique are those suffering the Mandela effect in time

not nice to be a closed time curved loop traveler this time

doubt me all you want; I still know my name.  
 

Epstein's Island has a structure that is closely related to the Rosh Pina - Rosh (head in jewish) Pina (penis in jewish ) = capstone - a Freemason Structure traced back to Turkey.

Mini Intro:

The Jews* idea of the Messianic Age can be brought about if the Jews are either perfectly Righteous or perfectly Evil; and since the Jews can not be perfectly Righteous they turned to be perfectly Evil, according to the Sabbateans.

The Sabbateans were a variety of followers of disciples and believers in Sabbatai Zevi (1626–1676), a Jewish rabbi who was proclaimed to be the Jewish Messiah in 1666 by Nathan of Gaza. This "cult" went against all of Gods commandments: thou shall not commit adultery, incest, orgies, and perversions alike, in order to usher in the Perfectly Evil Messianic Age, and force the Messiah to bring the rapture.

The Sabbateans still exist, in Turkey as the Dönmeh=Fez. Sabbatai Sevi's who started the Sabbateans converted to Muslim after being captured (or was it a psyop?), so this is why Islam is influenced and holds Sabbatean sexual perversions as traditions i.e. marrying children. [Desert religions allowed child brides as trade for livestock, wool, gold, jewels during the Silk Road Era]

Jacob Frank began even a more extreme version of the Sabbateans and began the Frankist movement and maybe or is it possible Frankenstien could be the amalgamation of both Frankist and Sabbateans mindsets together - just a wild thought.

Jacob Frank was an 18th-century Lithuanian-Jewish religious leader born in Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth who claimed to be the reincarnation of the self-proclaimed messiah Sabbatai Zevi (1626–1676) and also of the biblical patriarch Jacob. The Jewish authorities in Poland excommunicated Frank and his followers due to his heretical doctrines that included deification of himself as a part of a trinity and other controversial concepts such as neo-Carpocratian "purification through transgression" = PURELY EVIL aspect of ushering in the Messianic Age in which he intentionally violated moral and religious norms.

Frank arguably created a new religion, now referred to as Frankism, which incorporated some aspects of Christianity into Judaism. Later he converted to Christianity, again we see how the influence of the Frankist is infiltrated into Christianity. Frank's baptismal name was "Joseph" (Józef). In the course of one year more than 500 individuals were converted to Christianity at Lwów, and nearly a thousand in the following year. By 1790, 26,000 Jews were recorded baptised in Poland.

Accompanied by his daughter, Frank repeatedly traveled to Vienna, and succeeded in gaining the favor of the court. Maria Theresa regarded him as a disseminator of Christianity among the Jews, and it is even said that Joseph II was favorably inclined to the young Eve Frank. Ultimately Frank was deemed unmanageable and he was obliged to leave Austria. He moved with his daughter and his retinue to Offenbach, in Germany, where he assumed the title of "Baron of Offenbach," and lived as a wealthy nobleman, receiving financial support from his Polish and Moravian followers, who made frequent pilgrimages to Offenbach. On the death of Frank in 1791, Eve became the "holy mistress."

Source: Scholem, Gershom. "'Shabtai Zvi' and 'Jacob Frank and the Frankists'". Encyclopaedia Judaica (CD-ROM ed.). Archived from the original on January 16, 2009. Retrieved 2009-05-13.

The inset image is smaller replica of the Bohemian Grove Owl

whose Club motto is "Weaving Spiders Come Not Here"

[ networks, hopi warriors? ]

*Jews in this context refers to Zionist Jews

Tales be told. Tale be bold. Ender the Claw was sipping tea again at Cafe Shi humming a local song about beauty and why society can be comfortable with this is this or that is that. When the regional communist party leader decided to ask for some help with pirates in the area. Now, one must understand Ender or the Claw was a privateer with a letter of writs from Germany, England, US of Confederce, and a small island name Bob. Being interested he asked for a letter of writs and places and locations of said pirating activity along rewards and such. To be honest the Claw was into collecting letters.

With that information and his local bear as the enforcer of went with the crew a duck, bear and squirrel. The bear and squirrel were part of the old crew while the new duck was a Chinese spy. The senile duck official death was marked washed overboard. However, one can read it here. 
 

Ah cafe shi... how is the tea... I am signing up crew for a broad tea party ship venture towards some lonely space between here and there and back again to there from here. To those that want passage or stuff from said here to there just sign the list and off we go on a grand adventure with... Ender the pirate as cook... The captain duck is or was misplaced, however I do believe I still have a bear i.e. teddy bear crewing on the black skimmer.

nder the pirate and I were visiting today.

"You ever do something real stupid? This conversation happening over tea at cafe shi; a tea party is so liberating at times; so I reply

"Why yes... just recently I sent an email that will cause problems... Ender stirring his tea

"Humor, an email a letter nothing kinky nothing a shade of grey would not cure?

Thinking... "No, I say "I was a good boy for a reason when I was a child...

“And now I am a good boy because I have children...

“So I guess what freaks me out the most is how close I was to becoming more evil

Ender just laughs for a moment:-- your nick names the ghost, big foot, etc through grade and high school years... and yet not even a good story?

"I guess I will have to wait till the end of life.... by then of course I suppose I will be afread of death sneaking up on me doing something stupid..

"so maybe I will just die with what little evil I have already done...

“Just a whist away from being mean…

“Ah says Ender “a true believer almost fooled by his own heart…

“Would you say your heart is evil?

Just at that moment a cannon ball flew through the room… not launched by a cannon, but by the bear of the black skimmer…

Ender the pirate awaits setting sail with the black skimmer just north of cafe shi. All the tea in the world could be on board that boat and it would still make just escaping the wicked witch of bolivia just that much more fun.. to leave and never to be hurt again by a person that said this is this and then change to hurt you ever chance she could.. forget love.. all i want is peace and a good meal.. what a world one waits for a writer is expected to write about ghost, zombies, or love.. not pirates trying to escape their hearts stupidity.. waiting waiting as if the tap at the end of the bar would fill up a nice cloudy draft beer instead of green tea this pirate waits, the romance of this life has been played out. Draining the tea of life the eyes cloud over only to reveal a wild engery grom the dead pirates lonely heart...

Patient walking through the room.... subject one dash one dash one- provided experiment mel-1-1-1- induced sleep in 1, 2, and-- personality change expected within.. Wide awake the patient eyes flutter open... The conversation is hard to hear- what the is the expression on face... cafe Shi- order of black tea, please... personality ender the pirate connected report- "why yes of course" statement to no on in the room..

mel 1-1-1 was working but to what extent was the question. The patient was talking about this is this and that is that. A simple question was asked what year and how are you left the patient just flabbergasted. Sargent James E Siegle from Expedition force to Saint Petersburg rail car 5 to save the royal family. What year is it? 1918 July 14th.

http://www.iceflow.com/riverbabble/issue28/F-28-SIEGLE.HTML

So there I was again entering Cafe Shi. The crowd was a bit lit. Lets be honest outside of the tea server and me the place was empty. Then walked in. Well. A lady in yet? I had my eye patch on and my other eye was a bit cloudy she reminded me of a dragon I once meet in another tale along long time ago. She sat in the center of the room. Evidently either she was her own security or she felt comfortable being who she was.

She spoke. The tea server ran to do her bidding. Myself? Let be honest a poor pirate sipping tea in China. Might as well watch a lovely lady drink tea. They paid big bucks for drinking tea in 1849 or so I heard. While she was waiting for her tea. She spotted me. That I was not obvious was clear. I think I took her breath away. Or maybe surprised her abit. In my humble opinion have that way with the opposite fair sex.

So we sat drinking tea. To break the silence I ordered my special. The tea server seemed hestiant to do what was normally done without question. Evidently the lady had put a change in the room and who she was? The tea server knew. And I? I am a pirate unless I am going about romance or something I like to drink alone and read my journal. Which I was doing and adding a bit of notes to my last tale. Ender the king of Pirate land. A tale and back again. Or how I escaped responsibility.

So there a pirate and a lady that resembled a dragon sat drinking tea, and special tea. Meaning? Mine was rum. It was kind of nice. In walked another person. This one I had not seen since my trip to watch the city of Bablyon fall in the year 2021 or 2022. Shameful. A Time wizard. He sat next to the lady and began a conversation without noticing me. The lady did not intrupt just smiled and sipped her tea.

The man was rather upset. Time, etc was twisted and the rules of the system of things broken. He asked if she knew who would do such a stupid thing? She indicated her head towards me. At the sight of me the Time wizard tried his magic. The nice thing about being part Talon by this time no magic of the later eras worked. Sure they can cut of my foot but that just undoes the twist of time.

His spell rebounded with a horrible after effect to the tea server. At this I stopped writing put down my pen and did what I do. The tea server who was losing her soul got up and thanked me and ran away.

The time wizard was trying again. I on the other hand was tired and did something he had never been trained in doing. Ages ago magic was real and now? The new time wizards might be powerful and dangerous. The mormon jedi try. However, reading a spell and knowing what it actually does because you have to let someone do it to you over and over again watching your body die and reanimate over and over again are two seperate things. The wizard was trapped. How? Secrets are secret.

The lady begin to speak he is not responsible he is the reason though. The wizard face was caught in a mixture of terror and unwanted pain. WHAT?

I went back to my table and gathered my things. I left. The wizard would be freed in a matter of a few minutes. And I had nothing more to do with Cafe Shi from that time forward.

Ender 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 goes 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 was 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 many 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 is everywhere these days.

Once evidently the boat house's only protection was a dragon. Now, the last dragon that the Claw and I had encountered was a long time ago. That we accidently shot it with a cannon at point blank range as well. Complete happenstance 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. 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 lovesick 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.

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.

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 detail 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 and treasure made that question mute. Ender could have if he went along with the scheme be rich for a time. Only if the pirate would join in and capture even one of the prize ships being sent within the next month.

The bandit crook pirate thief stopped his tale. Ender smiled. The bandit had said something else in his intricate tale of sorts, along with the blueprint of each ship being sent. That detail might have escaped in the detail to those listening. However, as a selling point, it was a major selling point. The thief mentioned the pearl. The background of the pearl story is told elsewhere, however, to gain the infamous captain Ender’s trust. And Enders participation in the venture the thief let slip that it was to be moved to Korea.

It was only 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 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 drunkard who while drunk sang a story to Ender. What a tale. That tale teller was long ago dead. His crew mates might have more of the legend? Or some acquaintance? Ender concentrated on the thief’s tale. Finally, the last sales point was produced or given, and the bandit asked was Ender in?

They had cleared the room. 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 was required to capture the entire treasure fleet. The fleet being committed within a month to sail.

With provisions provided. 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 shown. 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?

None of those questions were on Ender’s mind. 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 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 be considered 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 was known in one world. Or yet in another world was 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.

After re-listening to the same tale repeatedly. 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.

The plan was bold. 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 at either 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.

Once upon a time, there existed a daring pirate named Ender, who navigated the tumultuous seas in pursuit of adventure and treasure. His beloved ship, the Black Skimmer, was cherished by him and his crew for its endurance during long journeys and ease in smuggling contraband. The ventures were intense, and the rewards were meager, yet the thrill of being a pirate was all the crew desired. As they sailed the high seas, they would harmonize in song, reveling in the excitement of their perilous pursuits.

One day, they found themselves on the verge of capturing a merchant ship off the coast of Japan, laden with silk, pottery, and golden treasures. However, an unexpected turn of events occurred when the relentless current carried them away from their coveted prize. Helplessly, Ender, a duck, and a bear among the crew could only watch as the valuable cargo floated beyond their reach.

The current swept the Black Skimmer through a narrow path, leading them into the Chinese Sea and eventually out into the vast ocean. Ender continued singing, the duck quacked fervently at the helm, while the disappointed bear drowned his sorrows in rum and honey, pondering the eccentricities of the world.

As the wind blew, ancient sunken ships, including a peculiar UFO-shaped vessel, emerged from the depths. Roman vessels, Chinese junks, Viking longboats, and numerous pirate ships adorned with skull and crossbones sailed alongside the Black Skimmer. A time shift occurred, introducing a similar tale but in a different time zone.

In this alternate narrative, the story unfolded as a space battle, recounted by a pirate who was no writer to a reader who was no pirate. On a bright and cold Sunday morning in June 2013, the captain's wake-up call sounded late for the snake-like extraterrestrial beings, who, fatigued from their lengthy voyage, were set to spend a day at port in New York City before executing their sinister plan to conquer and destroy humanity. The snake people sought revenge and were already eight years ahead of the heavenly ship's arrival. Within seven years, they aimed to enslave the world, causing destruction, death, and wars that would decimate four-fifths of the global population.

The Men in Black struggled hopelessly against the snakes, while the world's governments, influenced by the reptilian invaders, constructed bunkers within the Earth's crust, destined to be nuked into oblivion. However, on this peculiar day prior to Nibils' arrival, the snake people, disguised as humans, wandered through New York City, indulging in shopping sprees with stolen credit cards, oblivious to their imminent demise.

As an observer, Ender the Pirate stumbled upon this bizarre scene. Pirates' perspectives, unlike seers or fortune tellers, were driven by a desire for profit. How a land-dwelling pirate found himself in space was the crux of the story. Ender rode the great skimmer into a tidal cycle surrounding Earth, leading to portals opening to other worlds and realms. The skimmer was engulfed by the cycle, pulling it into a chaotic mix of ships and other objects, eventually propelling it into the vast ocean from the Chinese Sea.

Forced to reassess his life and opportunities, Ender's first encounter in this tidal cycle involved other survivors searching for sustenance. The narrative took a philosophical turn, with Ender reflecting on the consequences of causing harm to others and the value of trust, wisdom, and intuition.

The story concluded with a collection of insightful and contemplative statements, ranging from the importance of self-love to the significance of honesty and loyalty in relationships. It emphasized the notion that life, though not always what one expects, is worth celebrating and cherishing. The tale closed with a reminder that genuine connections and a willingness to bring joy to others are qualities worth preserving.

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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 a 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 Wing 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.

The fortune cookie dough or fortune was enough to outfit many a ship. 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.

The time of waiting was longer than one month. 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 known to be 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 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 an 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 a select group of five were chosen 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.

Thus with that the Black Skimmer and seven other ships set up a 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.

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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 to be of the Japanese port. Time passed, 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. Then upon the dragon’s breath 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 passed storm waves still splashed, the other ships were nowhere to be seen dragon. 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, 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, 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 entire ship around at a 180 degrees. While a crew member touched the long gun. Just at that moment, as if planned, firing the complete 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 I 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. We made an investigation of one of the smaller sunken ships. 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.

On the dock was pretty quiet. There was no particular noise that would disturb the silence, except for the cheerfully voices coming from Café Shi; an ordinary café shop where all kinds of creatures would meet. It was pretty famous and pretty handy too, when it was about a nice drink and some wasted time talking nonsense. But for Ender the Pirate it was all right; he had no issue with the local`s low fame. As a matter a fact, he would even enjoy it, as here he was free to meet whoever he would want and to do whatever who would want. The place was allowing this perfectly and his looks would fit in here too. He was pretty fat, with a big belly ahead of him. His long hair and also beard was brownie colored, but it was not the classical brown but rather a redder one, as the brick. This is the reason for which he was known as Red Beard and everyone would call him this way but his real name was Harry Blackmore. He also had a big black hat on his head and some dirty clothes one him. But neither this was an issue for him; not at all. He was more concerned about something else now, something that was indeed important: his friend Lullaby, the unicorn. They were to meet here but as usual, Lullaby was getting late and this would easily make Ender the pirate tell tales of dragons and ships.

“You are late again!” Thought he, while taking another gulp from his tea and looking at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM and still no sign of the unicorn.

“Hey, Maloney, bring me another tea, will you?” Said Ender to the bar tender.

“Yes, right away Ender” Replied he. It was an Octopus, dressed up quite funny with a blue jacket and had a blue scarf around each tentacle of his. He was very efficient; with some of them he would serve the clients and with some of the tentacles he would easily wash the glasses, dust off or clean the counter. Maloney was a funny octopus too and would make great jokes with his clients. After several seconds, Harry received his ordered beer.

“Thank you, Mal”

“With most pleasure, Ender” Replied the octopus and would return to the other activities of his.

Finally, while wanting to drink from the tea, Ender saw Lullaby entering the door. Ender was pleased to see him but wouldn`t show this as he wanted to adopt an attitude toward the unicorn.

“Hey Ender, how are you? So great to see you!” Said the unicorn while taking a seat on the chair.

“Spare it, Lullaby. You are late again! When will you stop doing that? You know it`s making me nuts when you come late!” Said Ender.

“I apologize Ender, it was nothing planned, I assure you. It`s just that I`ve met this sweet girl while I was coming here and we started chatting and time flew away. This is all” Replied the unicorn.

“Well, should have known that your reason for getting here late is a girl. Why didn`t I thought about that?” Said Ender.

The unicorn smiled.

“Next time you`ll know better” Said Lullaby.

“Next time maybe you`ll actually come here timely. Would surely love that” Added Ender.

“All right, all right, message received. Will do so, Ender”

“Thank you, this is mostly appreciated, Lullaby” Replied Ender, teasing a bit. “We have important matters to take care of and firstly, we have to assure our places on The Black Skimmer”

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. 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 Cityprior 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 world’s population. The men in black were hopeless in fighting the snakes and the world’s governments had be influenced by the snakes to build their bunkers within the world’s 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 planet X’s 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 are 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.

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break. There once was a dragon, which lived in a cave. Actually, a shape sifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem, of course, was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. You see, she was only a bit over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard, you would know. As for her large cave, it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem, of course, is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels, diamonds and such. That was where Ender, the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used bookstore and being well rummed up by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of “Dragon” Ender, the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon. Upon landing from the Black Skimmer Ender set the crew about cleaning and crewing the ship. While he scouted ahead to the dark large cave which was supposed to be in the middle of the isle. But to his surprise, he discovered no cave, only what looked like a very large lunch box treasure chest with a hole in it. That day Ender had to chuckle as he saw Liz the fierce dragon of Dragon isle come out of her “cave” She was a lizard, he thought. Then she transformed into the measure lady that she was. Wow.. Ender thought of all the places she could sneak into and the wealth to be had. Formulating a new plan Ender went back to his ship to prepare it for a new member of Ender the pirates crew. He instructed his crew to defer to the dragon or lizard and always call her by her formal title dragonish. He then put together a nice snug room for her cave and had the bear prepare a nice turkey dinner for her, which was part of his plan. Upon the bear’s finishing touches of the turkey of Ender, the pirate went to the Dragon cave’. He called out to the treasure chest lunch box Oh mighty dragon, I have a meal for you’.. The dragon, being a lady, could smell something good and was curious not having many visitors do to the legend of the mighty dragon on Dragon isle. Liz the dragon came out of her cave. She saw what did she see. A mad hatter- no a pirate yes or a mad hatter dressed as a pirate. Liz was a bit taken aback. She thought of him as a wild man, so was curious as to his desire. Ender invited her to dine on a miniature table where he set the whole turkey and stuffing on. She saw this as a great deal and joined him for a conversational tale.

Hades may never be empty for  earth is hades.

### Ender the Pirate and the Treasure of Chesapeake Bay

#### Chapter 1: Departure from Café Chi

Ender the pirate, a roguish and daring adventurer, was no stranger to the promises of gold and glory. From the bustling port of Café Chi, nestled amidst the exotic markets and vibrant cultures of the East, Ender set his sights on a treasure rumored to lie half a world away. The whispers of untold riches beneath the waters of Chesapeake Bay had reached even the farthest corners of the globe, and Ender, with his indomitable spirit, decided to embark on this grand quest.

His ship, the *Sea Serpent*, a sleek and formidable vessel, was ready to sail. The crew, a motley bunch of the fiercest and most loyal pirates, awaited their captain's command. Ender, standing at the helm, felt the thrill of adventure course through his veins. The promise of gold and the allure of the unknown beckoned him forward.

Ender the pirate, a roguish and daring adventurer, was no stranger to the promises of gold and glory. From the bustling port of Café Chi, nestled amidst the exotic markets and vibrant cultures of the East, Ender set his sights on a treasure rumored to lie half a world away. The whispers of untold riches beneath the waters of Chesapeake Bay had reached even the farthest corners of the globe, and Ender, with his indomitable spirit, decided to embark on this grand quest.

His ship, the *Sea Serpent*, a sleek and formidable vessel, was ready to sail. The crew, a motley bunch of the fiercest and most loyal pirates, awaited their captain's command. Ender, standing at the helm, felt the thrill of adventure course through his veins. The promise of gold and the allure of the unknown beckoned him forward.

The *Sea Serpent* was laden with victuals for the long journey, and every sailor aboard was prepared to delve into the heart of danger. The ship's intricate rigging was a tapestry of ropes and sails, expertly orchestrated by the seasoned crew. The voyage would certainly test their mettle, but Ender's unwavering confidence was contagious.

As the ship sailed into the horizon, the verdant coastline of Café Chi faded into the distance. The crew's excitement was palpable, their dreams intertwining with the captivating possibilities that lay ahead. Ender, a master of the seas, navigated the labyrinth of ocean currents and uncharted waters with precision.

Days turned into weeks as the *Sea Serpent* traversed the vast expanse of the ocean. They encountered a kaleidoscopic array of sea life, from playful dolphins to enigmatic creatures that lurked in the deep. The journey was a crucible of endurance and skill, pushing the crew to their limits.

One stormy night, the ship was caught in a tempest that threatened to tear it apart. The crew worked tirelessly to keep the ship afloat, their efforts a mosaic of coordinated action and sheer willpower. Ender, ever the stalwart leader, orchestrated their survival with a calm and decisive hand.

As they neared Chesapeake Bay, the anticipation grew. The verdant shores of the bay beckoned them, promising the culmination of their arduous journey. Ender and his crew prepared to delve into the depths, where the treasure of legends awaited. The bay's waters were an intricate labyrinth, hiding the secrets of countless shipwrecks and lost treasures.

Ender and Alice, equipped with their diving gear, descended into the enigmatic depths. The underwater world was a tapestry of coral reefs and ancient wrecks, each telling a story of its own. The thrill of discovery transcended their previous adventures, as they unearthed relics and gold coins, their value reimagined in the light of their perseverance.

The treasure chest, covered in barnacles and seaweed, was the crowning jewel of their quest. Hauling it to the surface, Ender and Alice felt a sense of triumph that words could scarcely capture. The crew's cheers echoed across the bay, their dreams of wealth and glory realized.

With the treasure safely aboard, the *Sea Serpent* set sail for home. The journey back was a time of reflection and celebration. The intricate details of their adventure intertwined with their memories, creating a mosaic of experiences that would become legend.

Ender, standing at the helm, looked out at the horizon. He knew that the world was filled with countless more treasures and adventures waiting to be discovered. The promise of gold and the allure of the unknown would always beckon him forward, for Ender the pirate was born to transcend the ordinary and delve into the extraordinary.

As they approached Café Chi, the verdant landscape welcomed them back. The crew, now legends in their own right, looked forward to sharing their tales of adventure and glory. Ender knew that their story was far from over. The tapestry of his life was still being woven, and the next grand quest awaited just beyond the horizon.

#### Chapter 2: The Voyage Begins

The *Sea Serpent* sliced through the waves with ease, its sails billowing in the wind as it journeyed across vast oceans. The crew, led by the fearless Ender, faced treacherous storms and uncharted waters, their resolve unwavering. Each day brought them closer to their destination, and the excitement aboard the ship grew palpable.

Among the crew was Alice, a skilled diver and navigator, whose sharp mind and keen eyes were invaluable to Ender. Together, they pored over ancient maps and deciphered cryptic clues, piecing together the location of the hidden treasure. Alice's unwavering determination and quick thinking made her an indispensable ally on this perilous journey.

#### Chapter 3: Arrival at Chesapeake Bay

After weeks of arduous travel, the *Sea Serpent* finally arrived at Chesapeake Bay. The crew could hardly contain their excitement as they prepared to dive into the depths in search of the treasure. Ender and Alice, equipped with their diving gear, led the expedition, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

The waters of Chesapeake Bay were dark and mysterious, hiding secrets long forgotten. As they descended into the depths, Ender and Alice marveled at the underwater world around them. Schools of fish darted past, and ancient shipwrecks loomed in the shadows. They knew they were close.

#### Chapter 4: The Discovery

Hours of meticulous searching paid off when Alice spotted a glint of gold beneath the sand. With a triumphant grin, she signaled to Ender, and together they uncovered a chest, its surface encrusted with barnacles and seaweed. The crew watched in awe as they hauled the treasure to the surface.

Back on the ship, they pried open the chest to reveal a fortune beyond their wildest dreams. Gold coins, jeweled artifacts, and priceless relics sparkled in the sunlight. The crew erupted in cheers, their dreams of wealth and glory realized.

#### Chapter 5: The Return Home

With the treasure safely aboard, Ender and his crew set sail for home. The journey back was filled with celebrations and tales of their adventure. Ender, ever the leader, reminded his crew that their unity and bravery had brought them success.

As they neared Café Chi, the crew looked forward to the life of freedom and prosperity that awaited them. Ender knew that their adventure was far from over, for the world was vast and filled with countless mysteries waiting to be uncovered.

#### Epilogue: A Pirate's Legacy

Ender the pirate became a legend, his name synonymous with daring exploits and incredible riches. Alice, his trusted companion, was celebrated for her courage and intellect. Together, they had written a tale of adventure that would be told for generations to come.

In the end, Ender and his crew proved that with determination, loyalty, and a bit of boldness, even the most daunting challenges could be overcome. And as they sailed into the horizon, they knew that their next great adventure was just beyond the next wave.

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In the distant realm where Facebook and earthly matters seemed trivial, Ender and his crew reveled in their victory. For in their hearts, they carried the spirit of true pirates—free, unyielding, and always ready for the next quest.

Try to fill your life with epic adventures.. Drinking tea? You are partaking in future wine tasting events with leaves from trees in a future or past or present you did not know about until today or you are partaking in a mystical potion.. Showering? Cleansing for the path to come. Going to work? Trading your life force to the dark one for paper of earthly desires.. 'Tis why I became a pirate..

Once upon a time, in a land where the boundaries of reality and imagination blur, Ender the Pirate set sail on an adventure unlike any he had ever encountered. His ship, the *Nautilus Dream*, sliced through the sea of mist that separated the known world from the realms of wonder. His crew was a motley collection of fantastical beings—each one plucked from the stories and dreams of countless children.

Ender, with his rugged charm and a heart full of wanderlust, stood at the helm. He had heard whispers of a land where time danced to its own rhythm and where the simplest of activities took on profound meanings. His destination was clear: Wonderland, a place where tea was more than a beverage, and every sip held a secret.

As the mists parted, Ender’s eyes widened at the sight of Wonderland’s shores. Colors he had never seen painted the sky, and the air buzzed with the hum of magic. The ship docked, and Ender, with his trusty parrot Squawk, stepped onto the surreal soil.

They wandered through the twisted forest of talking trees, where leaves whispered secrets of the past, present, and future. Here, tea leaves were not merely dried fragments but portals to different dimensions. Ender found himself at a grand table, laden with teapots and cups, each steaming with a different brew. Alice, the enigmatic hostess, welcomed him with a smile as warm as the sun.

“Welcome, Ender, to the Tea of Timelessness,” she said, her voice like the chime of delicate bells. “Here, each sip tells a tale. Drink, and let the leaves reveal your path.”

Ender took a sip from a teacup patterned with stars. Instantly, he was transported through time and space. He found himself in the future, where wine tasting was an interstellar affair. The wines were not from grapes but from the leaves of celestial trees. Each drop contained the essence of distant worlds, and with each taste, Ender felt the vastness of the universe flow through him. The experience was intoxicating and enlightening, leaving him with a sense of boundless possibilities.

A moment later, Ender was back at the table, the taste of the stars still lingering on his tongue. Alice poured another cup, this time a deep, vibrant blue. Ender drank and was whisked away to a mystical forest in the past. Here, he bathed in a crystal-clear stream, cleansing himself not just physically but spiritually, preparing for the challenges ahead. The water was imbued with the essence of the forest’s ancient wisdom, and as he emerged, he felt reborn.

Returning once again to the tea table, Ender’s next sip plunged him into the present, where he found himself in a bustling city. Here, the act of going to work was portrayed as trading one's life force for pieces of paper—tokens of earthly desires. The city's inhabitants moved like clockwork, their faces weary but determined. Ender saw the sacrifice, the hope, and the dreams pinned on these pieces of paper, and it stirred something deep within him.

With each sip, Ender’s understanding of time and existence deepened. He saw how every moment was interconnected, how the past, present, and future weaved together to form the tapestry of life. He realized that his adventure was not just a journey through Wonderland but a quest to understand the essence of his own being.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Ender thanked Alice for the extraordinary journey. “You’ve shown me wonders beyond my wildest dreams,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Alice nodded, her eyes twinkling with ancient wisdom. “Remember, Ender, the true adventure lies not in the destination but in the journey itself. Every moment is a sip of life’s tea, rich with mystery and wonder.”

With a heart full of new insights, Ender boarded the *Nautilus Dream* once more. As he sailed back into the sea of mist, he knew that he was forever changed. The world stretched out before him, an endless expanse of possibilities, and he was ready to explore every corner of it.

Thus, Ender the Pirate continued his epic adventure, forever a seeker of the extraordinary, sipping from the endless cup of existence.

The Tale of Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland at Café Shi

In a realm where the line between the fantastic and the ordinary is as thin as a whisper, and magic dances in the corners of the eyes, Café Shi stands as a beacon for the extraordinary. Nestled in the heart of an ever-changing city, its patrons are as diverse as the stars in the sky. Tonight, however, the café is graced by two legends whose paths are as unpredictable as the winds of fate themselves: Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland.

### Chapter One: The Gathering Storm

Ender the Pirate, renowned across the seven seas for his audacious exploits and uncanny knack for finding trouble, strode into Café Shi with the confidence of a man who had faced down krakens and lived to tell the tale. His dark coat, frayed at the edges from countless battles, billowed slightly as he moved, and his piercing eyes scanned the room, ever watchful for both friend and foe. He was a man of contradictions—part rogue, part hero, and entirely unpredictable.

His journey to Café Shi had been a labyrinthine adventure. Following the cryptic map of the Black Pearl, he had sailed through the Tempest Seas, braved the Haunted Isles, and outwitted the Sirens of Serpentine Bay. Each escapade added to the legend of Ender, a name that sent shivers down the spines of both the wicked and the noble. Yet, for all his bravado, Ender knew that Café Shi was a different kind of challenge, a place where the mundane met the mystical.

Tonight, however, the air crackled with an extra spark of mystery. The patrons whispered of a girl with golden hair, who had tumbled through a rabbit hole and wandered through a world of nonsensical wonders. Alice of Wonderland, they said, had come to Café Shi.

Alice sat at a corner table, her eyes wide with curiosity and wonder. She had traversed a world where logic was turned on its head, where cats vanished leaving only their grins, and where tea parties never ended. Her adventures had made her wise beyond her years, yet she retained an innocence that drew people to her like moths to a flame. Her presence in Café Shi was both a beacon and a puzzle, and she seemed to be waiting for something—or someone.

Ender, ever the keen observer, approached her table with a roguish smile. "Alice of Wonderland, I presume?" he said, his voice carrying the warmth of a thousand campfires.

Alice looked up, her blue eyes sparkling with recognition and amusement. "And you must be Ender the Pirate," she replied, her voice a melody that hinted at hidden depths.

The café seemed to hold its breath as the two legends met. The air was thick with the promise of untold adventures and the collision of worlds. For a moment, time itself seemed to pause, allowing the fates to weave their threads into a new tapestry.

### Chapter Two: The Convergence

Ender took a seat opposite Alice, his curiosity piqued. "What brings a girl from Wonderland to a place like this?" he asked, leaning back and studying her with interest.

Alice smiled enigmatically. "I'm searching for something," she said simply. "Or perhaps someone. Wonderland has its own mysteries, but there are some things that can only be found here, in the in-between places."

Ender nodded thoughtfully. "I've been to many in-between places myself," he said. "They're where the real adventures lie. But tell me, what is it you're searching for?"

Before Alice could answer, a shadow fell across their table. It was the proprietor of Café Shi, an enigmatic figure known only as the Keeper. Dressed in robes that seemed to shimmer with every color of the spectrum, the Keeper had an aura of timeless wisdom.

"Welcome, Ender the Pirate, and Alice of Wonderland," the Keeper said, their voice echoing as if from a great distance. "Café Shi is honored to have you both. Your presence here marks the beginning of a tale that will be sung for generations. But first, you must share your stories, for it is through the sharing of stories that the true magic of this place is unleashed."

Ender and Alice exchanged glances, and in that moment, a bond was forged. They both knew that their paths, though different, had led them to this precise point for a reason. And so, with the Keeper's encouragement, they began to share their tales.

Ender spoke of the Lost Treasure of the Abyss, the Ghost Fleet of Gales, and the Enchanted Compass that guided him to places unknown. He told of battles fought, allies gained and lost, and the endless quest for freedom on the open sea. Each tale was a tapestry of danger, excitement, and the relentless pursuit of the horizon.

Alice, in turn, recounted her adventures in Wonderland—the curious creatures, the bewildering puzzles, and the profound lessons learned in a land where the impossible was commonplace. She spoke of the Cheshire Cat, the Queen of Hearts, and the Hatter's eternal tea party, her words painting vivid pictures of a world that defied reason yet made perfect sense.

As their stories intertwined, the patrons of Café Shi listened in rapt silence. The air shimmered with the magic of their words, and the café itself seemed to expand, its walls dissolving to reveal glimpses of distant seas and enchanted forests.

### Chapter Three: The Quest Begins

When the last word had been spoken, the Keeper nodded in approval. "You have both journeyed far and faced great trials," they said. "But the true adventure is just beginning. There is a mystery here in Café Shi, a puzzle that only you two can solve. Are you ready to embark on this quest together?"

Ender and Alice exchanged a determined glance. They were kindred spirits, adventurers at heart, and the lure of a new quest was irresistible.

"We're ready," they said in unison.

And so, under the watchful eyes of the Keeper and the enchanted patrons of Café Shi, Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland set off on an epic journey. Their adventure would take them to the farthest reaches of imagination, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, and where the greatest treasure of all awaited—a treasure that could only be found through the unbreakable bond of friendship and the courage to face the unknown.

Thus begins the tale of Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland at Café Shi, an epic saga that will be remembered for ages to come

As the late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the whimsical landscape of Cafe Shi, Ender, the swashbuckling pirate, sat at a quaint table bedecked with an array of teacups, each brimming with the finest tea rum. By his side, the charismatic Ernest Hemingway leaned back in his chair, his eyes alight with the thrill of adventure. Across from them, the spirited Dorothy Gale and the enigmatic Alice of Wonderland exchanged knowing glances, their expressions hinting at the tales they were about to share.

Amidst the soothing melodies of a distant harpsichord, Ender raised his cup, the rich aroma of tea rum enveloping the group as he began to recount their astonishing adventures to date. His voice carried the weight of countless voyages and untold treasures, weaving a tapestry of daring escapades and remarkable discoveries that had shaped their journey through the surreal realm they had found themselves in.

"We set sail from the shores of Arizona, where we discovered the lost ship of gold that had somehow found its way to the mystical inland lake," Ender began, his eyes sparkling with the memory of their triumph. "Little did we know that this would be the beginning of an adventure that would surpass even our wildest dreams."

Hemingway nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if reliving the thrill of their encounters. "It was a world unlike any I had ever known," he mused, his voice carrying the rugged cadence of a seasoned adventurer. "We encountered landscapes that defied all reason, where the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwined in a mesmerizing dance."

Dorothy, her eyes alight with wonder, added, "We journeyed through enchanted forests, encountered enigmatic creatures, and braved challenges that tested our courage and resolve." Her voice held a note of quiet determination, a testament to the strength she had discovered within herself on their extraordinary odyssey.

"And the characters we met along the way," Alice chimed in

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the whimsical landscape of Cafe Shi, Ender, the legendary pirate captain, found himself at a quaint table surrounded by a captivating ensemble of companions. Ernest Hemingway, with his rugged charm and storied exploits, leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with the allure of adventure. Across from him, the spirited Dorothy Gale, her blue gingham dress a stark contrast against the vibrant surroundings, exchanged knowing glances with the enigmatic Alice of Wonderland, her hair adorned with a wondrous array of ribbons and bows.

The air was filled with the soothing melodies of a distant harpsichord, as Ender began to recount their astonishing adventures to date. His voice carried the weight of countless voyages and untold treasures, weaving a tapestry of daring escapades and remarkable discoveries that had shaped their journey through the surreal realm they had found themselves in.

"We set sail from the shores of Arizona, where we discovered the lost ship of gold that had somehow found its way to the mystical inland lake," Ender began, his eyes sparkling with the memory of their triumph. "Little did we know that this would be the beginning of an adventure that would surpass even our wildest dreams."

Hemingway nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if reliving the thrill of their encounters. "It was a world unlike any I had ever known," he mused, his voice carrying the rugged cadence of a seasoned adventurer. "We encountered landscapes that defied all reason, where the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwined in a mesmerizing dance."

Dorothy, her eyes alight with wonder, added, "We journeyed through enchanted forests, encountered enigmatic creatures, and braved challenges that tested our courage and resolve." Her voice held a note of quiet determination, a testament to the strength she had discovered within herself on their extraordinary odyssey.

"And the characters we met along the way," Alice chimed in, her tone laced with whimsy. "From the mischievous Cheshire Cat to the formidable Queen of Hearts, each encounter was more enchanting and perilous than the last."

As they regaled each other with their tales, the air around them seemed to shimmer with the magic of their adventures. The teacups before them swirled with a kaleidoscope of colors, mirroring the vibrant tapestry of their shared experiences. It was a moment suspended in time, a gathering of kindred spirits bound by the unyielding spirit of adventure and the enduring power of storytelling.

The harpsichord's melodies wove through the air, harmonizing with the laughter and animated gestures of the group. The atmosphere was electric with the shared excitement of recounting their extraordinary experiences, each tale adding another layer to the fantastical world they had traversed.

As the evening progressed, the stories continued to unfold, each more extraordinary than the last. Their voices carried the echoes of timeless adventures that transcended the boundaries of reality and imagination, creating an atmosphere of wonder and camaraderie that seemed to suspend time itself.

And so, they continued to weave their tales, their hearts brimming with the promise of new adventures yet to come in this marvelous, otherworldly realm. The night at Cafe Shi was filled with the magic of their stories, a testament to the enduring power of friendship, adventure, and the boundless realms of the imagination.

In the age of the great sea, when the winds howled with the promise of adventure, there lived a notorious pirate known as Captain Blackbeard. His name struck fear into the hearts of sailors and merchants alike, for his ship, the Crimson Fury, was a formidable force on the open waters.

Captain Blackbeard was a man of mystery, with a beard as dark as the night and eyes that gleamed like the treasures he sought. His crew, a motley band of cutthroats and daredevils, followed him with unwavering loyalty, for they knew that under his command, they would carve their names into the annals of history.

The tale of Captain Blackbeard's most daring adventure began when he set his sights on a fabled treasure hidden on a remote island in the heart of the Caribbean. Legends spoke of a chest overflowing with gold, jewels, and artifacts of immeasurable value, guarded by the spirits of those who had failed to claim it.

Undeterred by the ominous warnings, Captain Blackbeard and his crew embarked on a treacherous voyage, braving stormy seas and battling rival pirates who sought to claim the treasure for themselves. As they neared the island, a dense fog enveloped the Crimson Fury, obscuring their path and casting an eerie silence over the ship.

When the fog lifted, they found themselves face to face with the island, its lush jungles and towering cliffs shrouded in mystery. With swords drawn and hearts filled with determination, the pirates set foot on the island, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.

Their journey was fraught with peril, as they encountered deadly traps, cunning adversaries, and the vengeful spirits of those who had perished in pursuit of the treasure. Yet, Captain Blackbeard and his crew pressed on, driven by their unyielding resolve and the promise of untold riches.

Finally, they reached the heart of the island, where the treasure awaited them, gleaming in the dim light of a hidden chamber. But as they reached out to claim it, the ground trembled, and the spirits rose from their slumber, unleashing a wrathful fury upon the intruders.

In a breathtaking battle that echoed through the ages, the pirates clashed with the vengeful spirits, their swords flashing in the darkness as they fought for their lives and the treasure that had eluded so many before them. Captain Blackbeard, with his unwavering courage and cunning, led his crew with unmatched ferocity, driving back the spirits and laying claim to the long-lost treasure.

As they sailed away from the island, their ship laden with riches beyond imagination, Captain Blackbeard and his crew knew that they had etched their names into legend. Their epic tale of daring, bravery, and unyielding spirit would be whispered on the lips of sailors for generations to come, a testament to the indomitable will of the pirates who dared to defy the odds and seize their destiny on the boundless sea.

In the aftermath of their harrowing encounter with the vengeful spirits, Captain Blackbeard and his crew set sail for the horizon, their ship heavy with the weight of the treasure they had liberated from the clutches of the island. Yet, little did they know that their greatest challenge was still ahead of them.

As the Crimson Fury cut through the waves, a tempest of unprecedented fury descended upon them, its wrathful winds and towering waves threatening to consume the ship and all who sailed upon it. In the midst of the chaos, a mysterious portal materialized on the horizon, swirling with an otherworldly energy that beckoned to the adventurers.

Ender the pirate, Alice of Wonderland, and Dorothy Gale, each with their own tales of daring and resilience, found themselves drawn into the portal's enigmatic embrace, their destinies entwined in ways they could scarcely comprehend. As they crossed the threshold, they were hurled into a realm where time and space intertwined, where the rules of reality were but mere whispers in the wind.

Together, they emerged on an island shrouded in mist, a place of wonder and peril, where the echoes of ancient legends and forgotten tales danced upon the air. Here, they encountered the enigmatic Trunk Traveler, a figure of mysterious power who held the key to their salvation and the secrets of the treasure they had liberated.

Guided by the Trunk Traveler, the adventurers embarked on a quest of unparalleled daring, facing trials that tested their mettle and resolve. They navigated treacherous mazes, confronted mythical beasts, and unlocked the ancient riddles that guarded the path to freedom. Along the way, they discovered the true nature of the treasure they sought, its power transcending mere material wealth to encompass the very essence of hope and inspiration.

As they delved deeper into the heart of the island, they uncovered the remnants of a forgotten civilization, a people who had once harnessed the power of the stars and forged wonders beyond imagination. Through their trials and triumphs, Ender, Alice, and Dorothy unraveled the mysteries of the island, forging bonds of friendship and courage that defied the boundaries of time and space.

In a climactic showdown against the forces that sought to imprison them, the adventurers rallied their strength and ingenuity, standing united against the encroaching darkness. With the guidance of the Trunk Traveler, they unleashed the true potential of the treasure, harnessing its transformative energy to break the chains that bound them and to chart a new course across the boundless sea.

As they bid farewell to the island and the enigmatic Trunk Traveler, Ender, Alice, and Dorothy set sail once more, their hearts filled with the wisdom of their extraordinary journey. Together, they carried the legacy of their epic tale, a testament to the indomitable spirit of those who dared to defy the odds and discover the boundless wonders that awaited them beyond the horizon.

Sure, here's a humorous tale featuring Ender the Pirate discovering a secret library and finding a Shakespearean play similar to "Don Quixote":

 Ender the Pirate and the Secret Library

Ender the Pirate, known far and wide for his adventurous spirit and knack for stumbling upon the extraordinary, found himself in a peculiar situation. He was sailing through the calm waters of the mysterious Caribbean Sea when he noticed an island on the horizon, one that wasn't on any of his maps. Intrigued, he decided to investigate.

Upon landing, Ender discovered an ancient, vine-covered building at the center of the island. The entrance was partially hidden by foliage, but a small, weathered sign above the door read, "Bibliotheca Secreta." Ender, never one to shy away from an adventure, pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The library was vast and dimly lit, with towering shelves filled with dusty tomes. As Ender wandered through the aisles, he couldn't help but notice the peculiar titles and unusual subjects of the books. He eventually stumbled upon a section labeled "Rare and Unpublished Works."

One book, in particular, caught his eye. The title, "Sir Courteous the Courtier: A Play by William Shakespeare," intrigued him. He pulled the book from the shelf and sat down to read.

### Sir Courteous the Courtier

The play was a humorous tale about a man named Sir Courteous, who lived at the royal court. Sir Courteous was a well-meaning but bumbling nobleman who fancied himself a knight, despite his complete lack of skill and bravery. He was convinced that his courtly manners and flowery speeches were enough to make him a heroic figure.

In the opening scene, Sir Courteous attempted to impress the king by jousting with a wooden practice dummy. His attempts were nothing short of disastrous. He swung his lance with all his might, only to miss the dummy entirely and tumble off his horse. The courtiers erupted in laughter, and Sir Courteous, ever the optimist, picked himself up, dusted himself off, and declared, "The dummy was too quick for me!"

Undeterred by his failures, Sir Courteous continued his quest to become a knight. He tried to rescue a damsel in distress, who turned out to be the court jester in disguise. His valiant efforts to save the "damsel" resulted in him getting tangled in a net trap set for a wild boar. As he dangled upside down, he proclaimed, "Fear not, fair maiden, for I have you right where I want you!"

The highlight of the play was a grand tournament where Sir Courteous finally had his chance to prove himself. Unfortunately, his armor was on backward, and he spent most of the tournament trying to turn himself around. In a final, heroic effort, he charged at his opponent, only to trip over his own feet and land in a pile of hay. The audience roared with laughter, and the king, amused by Sir Courteous's antics, declared him the court's official entertainer.

### Ender's Discovery

As Ender finished reading the play, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of Sir Courteous's adventures. He imagined the great William Shakespeare himself having a good laugh while writing it. Ender decided that this rare find was too good to keep to himself. He carefully tucked the book into his satchel and made his way back to his ship.

Upon returning to his crew, Ender shared the tale of Sir Courteous the Courtier. The crew, accustomed to Ender's thrilling and often perilous adventures, were delighted by this humorous escapade. They gathered around as Ender recited passages from the play, their laughter echoing across the deck.

And so, Ender the Pirate added another story to his collection, one filled with laughter and the timeless humor of a play that could have only been penned by the legendary Shakespeare himself. The secret library on the mysterious island became one of his most cherished discoveries, and the tale of Sir Courteous the Courtier became a favorite among his crew, reminding them that even the mightiest of pirates could appreciate a good laugh.

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**Scene: Cafe Shi, a quaint cafe nestled in the heart of a bustling city. Ender the Pirate, dressed in his signature tricorn hat and tattered coat, sits across from Alice, who sips tea from a delicate porcelain cup.**

**Ender:** (peering into his journal) A time traveler's journal through the torus of space-time is interesting.

**Alice:** (curiously) Meaning?

**Ender:** (leaning forward) I assure you, Alice, I just write down what I find on the internet and ponder what I see.

**Alice:** (nodding) Examples?

**Ender:** Oh, there are many. Here, let me show you. (flips through the journal)

**Alice:** (eagerly) Like?

**Ender:** (points to an entry) For instance, Methuselah is believed to be the oldest star in the known universe, having formed over 14 billion years ago. Its age actually makes it older than the universe itself. Fascinating, right?  

**Alice:** (eyes widening) That's incredible! But, wait... compared to what?

**Ender:** (smiling) Elsewhere, they said the oldest star was 70 billion years old. Quite the difference, don't you think?  

**Alice:** (laughs) Quite! What's next?

**Ender:** (flips the page) The closest black hole to Earth is Gaia-BH1, discovered by Gaia. It's 1,560 light-years away and has a mass around 9.6 times that of the sun.  

**Alice:** (leaning in) And elsewhere?

**Ender:** (shrugs) Elsewhere, the closest black hole was said to be 960 light-years away.  

**Alice:** (sipping her tea) The universe is full of surprises, isn't it?

**Ender:** (grinning) Indeed. From 93 million miles away, the sun usually looks like a white spot in the sky. But many people perceive a yellow tint because of how light is scattered. Molecules in the air redirect sunlight's blue and violet wavelengths, allowing more yellow and red ones to hit our eyes.  

**Alice:** (thoughtfully) That makes sense. Compared to what?

**Ender:** (smirking) Compared to the past when they thought the sun was inherently yellow.  

**Alice:** (giggling) Science keeps evolving! What else have you found?

**Ender:** (turns another page) Lincoln served one term in the United States House of Representatives from Illinois and later as the 16th president. But where I grew up, people believed he was a senator.  

**Alice:** (surprised) Really? That's a significant historical mix-up!

**Ender:** (nodding) I concur. Speaking of mix-ups, there was a claim that March 2016 happened in January 2017.  

**Alice:** (confused) How can that be?

**Ender:** (chuckling) Time can be quite the trickster. And then there's the incident on January 13, 2018, when an alert was accidentally issued in Hawaii about an incoming ballistic missile.  

**Alice:** (shuddering) That must have been terrifying. But when did it actually happen?

**Ender:** (flips through the journal) Some sources said it happened on December 12, 2017.  

**Alice:** (sighing) So many discrepancies. What about the 2016 presidential election?

**Ender:** (grinning) The 2016 United States presidential election was held on November 8, 2016. But there's a twist. I've voted on the second Tuesday in November for decades, yet the official rule is that Election Day is the Tuesday after the first Monday in November.  

**Alice:** (smiling) The universe is full of wonders and contradictions, Ender.

**Ender:** (closing his journal) And that's why I keep this journal, Alice. To document and ponder the mysteries of space and time.

**Alice:** (raising her cup) To the mysteries of the universe!

**Ender:** (raising his mug) And to the endless curiosity that keeps us exploring. Cheers!

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**References:**

1. Methuselah star's age: [source](https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1152590164478922752)
2. Closest black hole: [source](https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1387113313938182154)
3. Perception of the sun's color: [source](https://www.facebook.com/clint.flashman/posts/pfbid0aSWqt2xuxbGMWqsLkfUQZRtJfmLbho1viMi6nBpvFj8cSj1RMiLQtJNH8YrrDRj5l)
4. Abraham Lincoln's political career: [source](https://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2014/jun/11/hillarys-latest-gaffe-abraham-lincoln-senator/)
5. March 2016 date claim: [source](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2017_Puerto_Rican_status_referendum)
6. Hawaii missile alert: [source](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pLsb7yWf5o)
7. Election Day in the US: [source](https://www.usa.gov/when-to-vote)

Ender the Pirate was a free spirit, a bohemian whose prose often defied conventional understanding. To those who cared about him, his reality seemed untethered from the world around him. He lived in a perpetual dream, believing he was sailing the seven seas even when life’s storms battered him. Ender had learned from the story of Job that the world was a playground for a mighty Creator, where every joy and sorrow had its place, much like a potter shaping clay for reasons beyond comprehension.

In today’s world, this might mean we are all puppets on strings, waiting for our moment to show love instead of judgment, hoping for a better ending or beginning than the last. The cycle of existence, the Creator's breath, is about growth and transformation—whether we are weeds to be burned or seeds of wisdom. But enough philosophy; to read is to think, to think is to love thoughts, and to love thoughts is to dream. And reality, after all, is but an illusion.

In Ender’s dream, he sailed with a fantastical crew aboard the Black Skimmer: a wise cat, a mischievous raccoon, a stoic duck, and a brave bear. They set out from the Far East, often from a quaint café called Shi, where they sipped tea and plotted adventures to bring about change in this wonderful world.

One day, as the Black Skimmer sailed through a particularly thick fog, Ender found himself and his crew drifting into a realm that felt both strange and familiar. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the sound of distant laughter. Suddenly, a white rabbit dashed past the bow, glancing nervously at a pocket watch. "We're late, we're late!" it muttered before disappearing into a rabbit hole that had appeared out of nowhere.

Without hesitation, Ender and his crew followed, tumbling into a wonderland where the laws of nature were playfully suspended. They encountered a Cheshire Cat with a grin that lingered even after the rest of it had vanished, and a Mad Hatter who invited them to a never-ending tea party. At the Queen of Hearts' garden, they helped paint white roses red to avoid her infamous wrath.

In this land of whimsy and danger, Ender discovered that reality’s boundaries were as fluid as his dreams. His philosophical musings took on a new depth as he navigated the surreal landscapes and bizarre characters of Wonderland. Each adventure brought him closer to understanding that the true magic of life lay in embracing the unknown and finding wonder in every moment, whether on the high seas or in the depths of a fantastical dream.

With every sail they unfurled and every teacup filled with rum they clinked, Ender and his crew brought a little more magic into the world, proving that love, adventure, and a touch of madness could create a reality far richer than any mere illusion.

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Ender the Pirate was alive and well, thanks to the skilled hands of doctors who had amputated part of his leg after a bizarre encounter with a pet shark in the Great Salt Lake in Utah. It was a testament to the strange and wonderful world he lived in, where even a salt lake could harbor such unexpected dangers. Despite losing part of his leg, Ender's spirit remained unbroken. However, he found himself struggling with partial deafness and deteriorating eyesight, adding another layer of challenge to his adventurous life.

Onboard the Black Skimmer, Ender embraced his new reality with a mix of humor and gratitude. He often mused about the irony of living without some senses while making sense of a senseless world. His crew—comprised of the wise cat, mischievous raccoon, stoic duck, and brave bear—stood by him, offering support and camaraderie.

One sunny afternoon, as the Black Skimmer sailed through crystal-clear waters, Ender broke into song. "Come sail in another place, come sail away with me," he sang, his voice carrying across the deck. The duck and the bear joined in harmony, their voices blending beautifully. As usual, Ender sang slightly off-tune, adding his own twist to the lyrics. "Come drink with me rum, and dance a jig or waltz," he belted out, his voice wild and joyous.

The crew couldn't help but smile at their captain's exuberance. Ender danced a clumsy jig, his wooden leg tapping out a rhythm on the deck. The raccoon, ever the entertainer, mimicked his moves, while the cat watched with amused detachment. The duck flapped its wings in time with the music, and the bear, with surprising grace, twirled in a slow waltz.

Their lively performance drew the attention of a passing ship, whose crew watched in astonishment at the sight of such an eclectic band of sailors. The spectacle was a reminder that joy and resilience could shine through even the darkest times.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Ender and his crew gathered around a makeshift table on deck. They raised their mugs of rum in a toast. "To life, love, and the endless sea!" Ender declared, his eyes twinkling with mischief and wisdom.

The cat, always the philosopher, added, "And to the beauty of dreams and the magic of the unknown."

With that, they clinked their mugs and drank deeply, savoring the moment. Ender's heart swelled with pride and gratitude. Despite his physical challenges, he knew he was surrounded by friends who understood the true meaning of adventure and camaraderie. Together, they would continue to sail the seven seas, exploring new realms, and bringing a touch of wonder to every corner of their whims### The First Encounter of Ender the Pirate and Black Sam Bellamy

With that, they clinked their mugs and drank deeply, savoring the moment. Ender's heart swelled with pride and gratitude. Despite his physical challenges, he knew he was surrounded by friends who understood the true meaning of adventure and camaraderie. Together, they would continue to sail the seven seas, exploring new realms, and bringing a touch of wonder to every corner of their whimsical world.

#### The Beginnings of a Friendship

Years earlier, before the comforts of Café Shi and the legendary tales that followed, the fates of Ender the Pirate and Black Sam Bellamy had first intertwined on a stormy night off the coast of Hispaniola. Ender, still a young and ambitious pirate, captained the Black Skimmer with a crew just beginning to understand the depths of the sea's mysteries.

The skies had darkened with ominous clouds, and the waves crashed furiously against the Black Skimmer's hull. Ender and his crew were battling the elements when a ship's distress signal pierced through the howling wind. Without hesitation, Ender steered the Black Skimmer towards the source, driven by a sense of duty and curiosity.

As they approached, the scene unfolded: a formidable ship, the Mary Anne, was being battered by the relentless storm. Her masts were splintered, and her crew was desperately trying to keep her afloat. Ender recognized the ship – it belonged to none other than Sam Bellamy, the infamous pirate captain.

"Prepare to board!" Ender shouted to his crew. "We help those in need, even if they're rivals."

With a coordinated effort, the Black Skimmer's crew threw ropes and secured the Mary Anne alongside. Ender, Patch the Cat, and Rocky the Raccoon led the charge, braving the storm to reach Bellamy and his men.

Bellamy, drenched and determined, was at the helm, trying to steer his ship to safety. When he saw Ender, a mix of surprise and relief crossed his face. "Ender! I never thought I'd see you here."

"Nor I, Sam. But it seems the sea has other plans," Ender replied, gripping Bellamy's arm in solidarity. "Let's get your ship through this storm."

Together, the crews of the Black Skimmer and the Mary Anne worked tirelessly, securing lines, adjusting sails, and bailing water. The storm raged on, but their combined efforts paid off. By dawn, the skies had cleared, and both ships were safely anchored in a calm bay.

Exhausted but victorious, Ender and Bellamy sat on the deck of the Mary Anne, sharing a flask of rum. "You've got a good heart, Ender," Bellamy said, his voice filled with respect. "Not many would risk their lives for a rival."

Ender shrugged, a modest smile playing on his lips. "We're all sailors at the mercy of the sea, Sam. Sometimes, it's not about rivalry or treasure. It's about doing what's right."

Bellamy nodded, his admiration for Ender growing. "You remind me of why I became a pirate in the first place. For the freedom, the adventure, and the hope that we can make a difference."

From that moment, a bond was forged between the two pirate captains. They parted ways with mutual respect, knowing that their paths would cross again.

#### Ender and Bellamy's Second Meeting at Café Shi

In a quiet, whimsical corner of the Seven Seas, tucked away from prying eyes and bustling ports, lay Café Shi. The café was an oasis for the world's most renowned adventurers, sailors, and, occasionally, pirates. Its charm was in its peculiar blend of mysticism and reality, where one could find themselves lost in conversation with figures from both the present and the past.

Years had passed since their first encounter, and both Ender and Bellamy had become legends in their own right. One evening, as Ender entered Café Shi, he was greeted by a familiar sight. There, sitting by the window, was Black Sam Bellamy, sipping his customary cup of strong tea.

"Mind if I join ye, Sam?" Ender asked, a grin spreading across his weathered face.

"Ender, my old friend! Sit, sit!" Black Sam replied, motioning to the empty chair across from him. "It's been too long. What brings ye to this part of the seas?"

Ender settled into the chair, adjusting his tricorn hat. "The winds of adventure, as always. But tonight, it seems, I've been blown here for the pleasure of your company."

Sam chuckled, his black wig tied back with its signature black bow. "Ah, the pleasure is mine, Ender. Tell me, how fares the Black Skimmer and her crew?"

Ender leaned back, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "They're as lively as ever. Patch the Cat's still the best lookout, and Rocky the Raccoon keeps our spirits high with his antics. Ducky the Duck's navigational skills never fail, and Brutus the Bear... well, he's a force to be reckoned with in any storm."

"A fine crew indeed," Sam said, nodding approvingly. "Reminds me of my own lads on the Whydah Gally."

Ender raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Speaking of the Whydah, I've heard tales of your grand exploits and the fortune ye amassed. But tell me, Sam, what drove ye to the life of a pirate? Was it the gold, the thrill, or something more?"

Black Sam leaned forward, his eyes growing distant as he reminisced. "A bit of all, perhaps. But mostly, it was the injustice I saw. The rich growing richer off the backs of the poor. I wanted to change that, even if in a small way. Capturing the Whydah, she was more than just a ship to me. She was a symbol, a chance to show that we could take from the oppressors and share among ourselves."

Ender nodded thoughtfully. "A noble cause for a pirate. Ye truly were the Robin Hood of the Sea."

Sam smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. "Aye, but the sea is a cruel mistress. She took the Whydah from me, and nearly took my life."

"But she didn't," Ender interjected. "Ye're here, and that means your story isn't over. None of ours are, until we choose it to be."

"True enough," Sam agreed. "And what of you, Ender? What keeps ye sailing these days?"

Ender laughed heartily. "The same as always, my friend. The search for adventure, the joy of the unknown, and the company of my dear crew. And of course, a bit of rum and dancing along the way."

Sam raised his teacup in a toast. "To the adventures yet to come, and the stories we'll share along the way."

Ender clinked his cup against Sam's. "To the adventures, and the indomitable spirit of the pirate's life."

As they sipped their drinks, the candlelight flickering on their faces, the two legendary pirates shared tales of the high seas, of battles won and lost, of treasures found and friendships forged. In that moment, at Café Shi, time seemed to stand still, and the bonds of camaraderie and adventure shone brighter than any treasure.

#### The Song of the Black Skimmer

Later that night, as Ender made his way back to the Black Skimmer, he couldn't help but hum a tune. His crew, sensing their captain's good mood, gathered around him on deck.

"Sing us a song, Cap'n!" Patch the Cat called out.

Ender, never one to disappoint, began to sing, his voice carrying over the gentle waves:

_"Oh, the seas may rise and the winds may roar,
But we'll sail together, forevermore.
With a cat, a raccoon, a duck, and a bear,
We'll dance and drink without a care."_

The crew joined in, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus:

_"For we are the crew of the Black Skimmer,
Through storm and sun, our spirits shimmer.
With Ender to guide us, we'll never stray,
On this grand adventure, we'll find our way."_

As the song echoed across the waters, the stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and the night felt alive with endless possibilities. Ender the Pirate and his crew were ready for whatever adventures lay ahead, knowing that the spirit of the sea and the camaraderie of their friends would always guide them.

In a quiet, whimsical corner of the Seven Seas, tucked away from prying eyes and bustling ports, lay Café Shi. The café was an oasis for the world's most renowned adventurers, sailors, and, occasionally, pirates. Its charm was in its peculiar blend of mysticism and reality, where one could find themselves lost in conversation with figures from both the present and the past.

Ender the Pirate, with his distinct limp and mismatched attire, strolled into Café Shi one blustery evening. The Black Skimmer was anchored nearby, her crew of a cat, raccoon, duck, and bear eagerly awaiting their captain's return with tales and treats. Ender's sharp eyes, despite their age and the trials they'd seen, scanned the room, and he was drawn to a table by the window. There, sipping a cup of strong tea, was none other than Sam Bellamy, famously known as "Black Sam."

Ender approached, his footsteps tapping a rhythmic, albeit uneven, beat on the wooden floor. "Mind if I join ye, Sam?" he asked, a grin spreading across his weathered face.

"Ender, my old friend! Sit, sit!" Black Sam replied, motioning to the empty chair across from him. "It's been too long. What brings ye to this part of the seas?"

Ender settled into the chair, adjusting his tricorn hat. "The winds of adventure, as always. But tonight, it seems, I've been blown here for the pleasure of your company."

Sam chuckled, his black wig tied back with its signature black bow. "Ah, the pleasure is mine, Ender. Tell me, how fares the Black Skimmer and her crew?"

Ender leaned back, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "They're as lively as ever. Patch the Cat's still the best lookout, and Rocky the Raccoon keeps our spirits high with his antics. Ducky the Duck's navigational skills never fail, and Brutus the Bear... well, he's a force to be reckoned with in any storm."

"A fine crew indeed," Sam said, nodding approvingly. "Reminds me of my own lads on the Whydah Gally."

Ender raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Speaking of the Whydah, I've heard tales of your grand exploits and the fortune ye amassed. But tell me, Sam, what drove ye to the life of a pirate? Was it the gold, the thrill, or something more?"

Black Sam leaned forward, his eyes growing distant as he reminisced. "A bit of all, perhaps. But mostly, it was the injustice I saw. The rich growing richer off the backs of the poor. I wanted to change that, even if in a small way. Capturing the Whydah, she was more than just a ship to me. She was a symbol, a chance to show that we could take from the oppressors and share among ourselves."

Ender nodded thoughtfully. "A noble cause for a pirate. Ye truly were the Robin Hood of the Sea."

Sam smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. "Aye, but the sea is a cruel mistress. She took the Whydah from me, and nearly took my life."

"But she didn't," Ender interjected. "Ye're here, and that means your story isn't over. None of ours are, until we choose it to be."

"True enough," Sam agreed. "And what of you, Ender? What keeps ye sailing these days?"

Ender laughed heartily. "The same as always, my friend. The search for adventure, the joy of the unknown, and the company of my dear crew. And of course, a bit of rum and dancing along the way."

Sam raised his teacup in a toast. "To the adventures yet to come, and the stories we'll share along the way."

Ender clinked his cup against Sam's. "To the adventures, and the indomitable spirit of the pirate's life."

As they sipped their drinks, the candlelight flickering on their faces, the two legendary pirates shared tales of the high seas, of battles won and lost, of treasures found and friendships forged. In that moment, at Café Shi, time seemed to stand still, and the bonds of camaraderie and adventure shone brighter than any treasure.

### The Song of the Black Skimmer

Later that night, as Ender made his way back to the Black Skimmer, he couldn't help but hum a tune. His crew, sensing their captain's good mood, gathered around him on deck.

"Sing us a song, Cap'n!" Patch the Cat called out.

Ender, never one to disappoint, began to sing, his voice carrying over the gentle waves:

_"Oh, the seas may rise and the winds may roar,
But we'll sail together, forevermore.
With a cat, a raccoon, a duck, and a bear,
We'll dance and drink without a care."_

The crew joined in, their voices blending into a harmonious chorus:

_"For we are the crew of the Black Skimmer,
Through storm and sun, our spirits shimmer.
With Ender to guide us, we'll never stray,
On this grand adventure, we'll find our way."_

As the song echoed across the waters, the stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and the night felt alive with endless possibilities. Ender the Pirate and his crew were ready for whatever adventures lay ahead, knowing that the spirit of the sea and the camaraderie of their friends would always guide them.

Sam Bellamy aka “Black Sam” - Though he only lived to the age of 28, Bellamy made a name for himself during his short but eventful life. Likely born in Devon at the end of the 17th century, Bellamy began working on the high seas at the beginning of the War of the Spanish Succession when he was 13 years old and later became a pirate captain.
As a pirate, Bellamy captured 53 ships, including the Whydah Gally, a slave ship carrying a fortune in gold, silver and other goods. The Whydah Gally had left England in 1716 and took 312 enslaved people from the west coast of Africa to Jamaica. Bellamy captured the ship as it returned to England, by then emptied of slaves and filled with profits, according to the Field Museum in Chicago.
He was likely the highest-earning pirate of all time, Forbes reported in 2008. Forbes estimated that he captured booty worth about $120 million in 2008 dollars. Bellamy made the Whydah Gally his flagship in 1717, but he went down with it in a storm that same year.
His nickname was "Black Sam" Bellamy because he wore black wigs tied back with a black bow. Bellamy also styled himself as the "Robin Hood of the Sea" by stealing from the wealthy. According to the New England Historical Society, he ran his ship democratically, treated his crew members as equals and spared the lives of captives.

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**Title: Ender the Pirate and the Temporal Isle**

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Inside the brigantine Black Skimmer, a typical pirate ship favored for its speed and maneuverability, Captain Ender and his eclectic crew prepared for their next grand adventure. The Black Skimmer, with its two masts, rigging of yards and sails, and the intricate web of ropes and chains, was a marvel of maritime engineering. Ratlines, the rope ladders fixed to the rigging, allowed sailors to climb up to the sails with ease. The foremast at the front carried a square sail, while the main mast could be rigged with either a triangular or a square sail, providing versatility in different winds and weather.

Captain Ender, a whimsical and philosophical pirate with a wooden leg and a heart full of gratitude, stood at the helm. Beside him were his loyal crew: Misty, the black cat with ancient wisdom in her eyes; Rumble, the ever-hungry raccoon; Quack, the feisty duck; and Grizzle, the formidable bear. They had set sail for a land of magic, following a map that promised untold treasures and mysteries.

The map had been meticulously drawn, with an X marking the spot of the elusive Isle. However, in a moment of absent-minded hunger, Rumble had taken the map and used it to wrap his freshly caught fish. Now, the crew found themselves halfway between here and there, with no idea of the Isle’s exact location.

Ender’s patience was tested, but his sense of humor remained intact. Just as he was about to scold Rumble, his sharp eye caught sight of a merchant ship’s sails on the horizon.

“To save face for us all, hoist the skull and bones!” Ender ordered. The crew sprang into action, the black flag with its white skull and crossbones flung out of the cannon hatch—the only cannon on the Black Skimmer.

The merchant ship, seeing the dreaded pirate flag, turned and fled. With a merry chase, the Black Skimmer pursued, the crew’s spirits high despite the lost map. As they closed in on the merchant ship, a strange and sudden mist enveloped both vessels.

When the mist cleared, the Black Skimmer and the merchant ship found themselves in a land unlike any other—a place where time seemed to twist and loop, where logic was as fluid as the sea. Ender recognized it at once.

“The Isle of Temporal Whimsy,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “A place of magic and time itself.”

As they anchored, two figures emerged from the misty forest: Alice, a young girl with a curious mind and a penchant for adventure, and Ernest, a wise old man with a deep understanding of time’s mysteries.

“Welcome, travelers,” Alice said with a smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Ernest stepped forward, his gaze piercing yet kind. “The Temporal Oversight Council has foreseen your arrival. You are needed to help restore the balance of time.”

Ender, intrigued and ever ready for a new challenge, asked, “What must we do?”

Alice led them to a grand hall filled with intricate clocks and shimmering portals. “A rogue group has tampered with time, aiming to change key historical events, including your own adventures. We need you to set things right.”

Ernest added, “They plan to disrupt the alliance between pirates and patriots during the Battle of New Orleans. If they succeed, the very fabric of history could unravel.”

Determined, Ender rallied his crew and the newcomers, Alice and Ernest. “To the Battle of New Orleans, then! We sail through time itself.”

With the temporal sail unfurled, the Black Skimmer glided through a portal, emerging amidst the chaos of the historic battle. Cannons roared, muskets fired, and the air was thick with smoke.

Ender’s voice rang out, strong and clear. “To arms, my friends! We fight not just for this moment, but for the future of history itself!”

Alice darted through the battlefield with nimble grace, guiding lost soldiers back to their lines. Ernest used his knowledge of time to anticipate the rogue group’s every move, thwarting their attempts to alter the course of the battle.

Rumble, Quack, Grizzle, and Misty fought valiantly alongside the pirates and patriots, their unique talents turning the tide of the battle. With every clash of steel and roar of cannon fire, they secured the alliance that had once and would always define history.

As the last rogue was apprehended, the battle concluded with a hard-won victory. The timeline remained intact, and the Black Skimmer returned to the Isle of Temporal Whimsy, where Alice and Ernest awaited them.

“You’ve done a great service to history,” Ernest said, his voice filled with gratitude. “The legacy of your courage and determination will continue to inspire future generations.”

Alice added with a smile, “And perhaps we’ll see you again on another adventure through time.”

Ender tipped his hat, a grin spreading across his weathered face. “Until then, my friends.”

As the Black Skimmer sailed away, the crew felt a sense of pride and fulfillment. They had faced the unknown and emerged victorious, their legend now woven even more deeply into the fabric of time.

And so, the tale of Ender the Pirate, the Temporal Isle, and the magical adventures with Alice and Ernest became another cherished chapter in the epic saga, a story of unity, courage, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

mystery, and ancient legends—the Temporal Isle. Legends whispered of this island where time itself was said to ebb and flow like the tides, granting those who dared to seek it a chance to alter their fates.

As the Black Skimmer sliced through the sparkling azure waves, Ender adjusted his eyepatch and gazed ahead with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Beside him, Alice of Wonderland, her vibrant dress fluttering in the sea breeze, leaned over the railing, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Tell us more about this Temporal Isle, Ender," Alice urged, her curiosity piqued. "Is it true that time behaves strangely there?"

Ender nodded, his voice tinged with reverence. "Aye, lass. They say the Temporal Isle is a place where the past, present, and future converge. Legends speak of ancient guardians, magical artifacts, and portals to realms beyond imagining."

Alice’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "It sounds positively enchanting! And dangerous, too."

Ender chuckled, his peg leg tapping against the deck. "Aye, danger lurks where magic flows freely. But with our crew and a bit of luck, we’ll navigate these waters and uncover the secrets hidden within."

Their journey was not without challenges. Storms brewed on the horizon, testing their resolve and seamanship. Yet, through the tempest and the calm that followed, the crew of the Black Skimmer pressed on with unyielding determination.

One moonlit night, as they approached the mystical mists surrounding the Temporal Isle, a haunting melody drifted across the waves—a siren’s song, beckoning them closer. Ender gripped the wheel tightly, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and fascination.

"Misty, Rumble, keep your wits about you," Ender called to his loyal companions. "Quack, Grizzle, stand ready. We may face trials beyond our wildest dreams."

The crew nodded solemnly, their eyes reflecting the same determination that burned within their captain. As the Black Skimmer sailed through the veil of mist, time seemed to slow and warp around them, twisting reality into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes.

On the shores of the Temporal Isle, they found themselves surrounded by a landscape unlike any they had ever seen. Trees with leaves that shimmered like liquid silver, waterfalls that flowed upwards, and creatures that glowed with an ethereal light greeted them—a testament to the island’s mystical nature.

Their quest led them deeper into the heart of the island, where ancient ruins whispered secrets of lost civilizations and forgotten magic. They encountered trials of courage, wisdom, and friendship, each test forging bonds stronger than steel between Ender, Alice, and their eclectic crew.

At the island’s center, they discovered the fabled Timekeeper’s Tower—a structure woven from the fabric of time itself. Within its walls lay the key to unlocking the island’s mysteries—a chronomancer’s artifact that could bend time to its wielder’s will.

But their journey was not without sacrifice. Along the way, they faced adversaries both mortal and magical, testing their resolve and unity. Through courage and cunning, they prevailed, learning valuable lessons about trust, empathy, and the true meaning of adventure.

As they stood before the Timekeeper’s Tower, Ender and Alice exchanged a knowing glance. Their quest had been perilous, their trials numerous, but the treasure they sought was not gold or gems. It was the knowledge that they had faced the unknown together, emerging stronger and wiser than before.

With a final nod to their loyal crew and a silent vow to return one day, Ender and Alice activated the artifact, sending ripples of temporal energy across the island. Time itself seemed to pause, acknowledging their triumph and marking their tale as a legend for generations to come.

And so, as the Black Skimmer set sail once more, leaving the Temporal Isle behind in a shimmering wake of memories, Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland knew that their epic saga had only just begun. For in their hearts burned the eternal flame of adventure, guiding them onward to new horizons and tales yet untold.

Title: Ender the Pirate and the Temporal Isle**

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The pirate named Ender stood at the helm of the Black Skimmer, the ship that carried him and his whimsical crew on their latest adventure. Alongside him were Misty the black cat, Rumble the raccoon, Quack the duck, and Grizzle the bear. They were setting sail for a land of magic, following a map that promised untold treasures and mysteries. The map was all drawn up, and the X marked the spot.

Or at least it had, until Rumble, always hungry and ever-resourceful, had taken the map and used it to wrap his newly caught fish. Now, the crew found themselves halfway between here and there, without the slightest idea of where the magical Isle was located.

Captain Ender, though grateful and humorous despite his one good eye and wooden leg, felt a twinge of frustration. Just as he was about to scold Rumble, he spotted a merchant ship's sails in the distance.

“To save face for us all, hoist the skull and bones!” Ender ordered. The crew sprang into action, the black flag with its white skull and crossbones flung out of the cannon hatch—the only cannon on the Black Skimmer.

The merchant ship, seeing the dreaded pirate flag, turned and fled. With a merry chase, the Black Skimmer pursued, the crew’s spirits high despite the lost map. As they closed in on the merchant ship, a strange and sudden mist enveloped both vessels.

When the mist cleared, the Black Skimmer and the merchant ship found themselves in a land unlike any other—a place where time seemed to twist and loop, where logic was as fluid as the sea. Ender recognized it at once.

“The Isle of Temporal Whimsy,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “A place of magic and time itself.”

As they anchored, two figures emerged from the misty forest: Alice, a young girl with a curious mind and a penchant for adventure, and Ernest, a wise old man with a deep understanding of time’s mysteries.

“Welcome, travelers,” Alice said with a smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Ernest stepped forward, his gaze piercing yet kind. “The Temporal Oversight Council has foreseen your arrival. You are needed to help restore the balance of time.”

Ender, intrigued and ever ready for a new challenge, asked, “What must we do?”

Alice led them to a grand hall filled with intricate clocks and shimmering portals. “A rogue group has tampered with time, aiming to change key historical events, including your own adventures. We need you to set things right.”

Ernest added, “They plan to disrupt the alliance between pirates and patriots during the Battle of New Orleans. If they succeed, the very fabric of history could unravel.”

Determined, Ender rallied his crew and the newcomers, Alice and Ernest. “To the Battle of New Orleans, then! We sail through time itself.”

With the temporal sail unfurled, the Black Skimmer glided through a portal, emerging amidst the chaos of the historic battle. Cannons roared, muskets fired, and the air was thick with smoke.

Ender’s voice rang out, strong and clear. “To arms, my friends! We fight not just for this moment, but for the future of history itself!”

Alice darted through the battlefield with nimble grace, guiding lost soldiers back to their lines. Ernest used his knowledge of time to anticipate the rogue group’s every move, thwarting their attempts to alter the course of the battle.

Rumble, Quack, Grizzle, and Misty fought valiantly alongside the pirates and patriots, their unique talents turning the tide of the battle. With every clash of steel and roar of cannon fire, they secured the alliance that had once and would always define history.

As the last rogue was apprehended, the battle concluded with a hard-won victory. The timeline remained intact, and the Black Skimmer returned to the Isle of Temporal Whimsy, where Alice and Ernest awaited them.

“You’ve done a great service to history,” Ernest said, his voice filled with gratitude. “The legacy of your courage and determination will continue to inspire future generations.”

Alice added with a smile, “And perhaps we’ll see you again on another adventure through time.”

Ender tipped his hat, a grin spreading across his weathered face. “Until then, my friends.”

As the Black Skimmer sailed away, the crew felt a sense of pride and fulfillment. They had faced the unknown and emerged victorious, their legend now woven even more deeply into the fabric of time.

And so, the tale of Ender the Pirate, the Temporal Isle, and the magical adventures with Alice and Ernest became another cherished chapter in the epic saga, a story of unity, courage, and the enduring power of the human spirit.

Legend of Ender the Pirate and the Flying Dutchman

### Prologue: The Eternal Curse

In the heart of the 17th century, when the seas were both pathways to untold riches and the domain of unimaginable perils, the legend of the Flying Dutchman took root. It was said that this ghostly fluyt, glowing with an eerie luminescence, was doomed to sail the oceans eternally, its crew cursed to never make port.

### A Glimpse of Destiny

The Black Skimmer cut through the misty waters of the Atlantic, its sails billowing under the light of a full moon. Ender the Pirate, with his cat Whiskers perched on his shoulder, stood at the helm, his eyes scanning the horizon. His crew—Rex the raccoon, Quackers the duck, and Grizzle the bear—were busy with their nightly routines, singing off-tune sea shanties and sharing tales of their adventures.

As they sailed deeper into the fog, a ghostly ship materialized before them, its form glowing with an unnatural light. Whiskers hissed, and Quackers let out a startled quack. Grizzle’s fur stood on end, and even the usually unflappable Rex looked uneasy.

“By Neptune’s beard, it’s the Flying Dutchman!” Ender exclaimed, his voice a mix of awe and dread.

### The Ghostly Encounter

As the Black Skimmer drew closer, the spectral crew of the Flying Dutchman became visible. Their faces were pale and gaunt, their eyes hollow. They moved with an eerie grace, as if time itself had no hold over them. The captain of the ghost ship, a tall figure with a flowing coat, raised his hand in greeting.

Ender felt a chill run down his spine but stepped forward boldly. “Hail, captain! What business do you have with us?”

The ghostly captain’s voice echoed across the water, otherworldly and distant. “We seek to deliver messages to the living. Messages of warning and hope. Our fate is sealed, but perhaps we can aid you in altering yours.”

### Messages from Beyond

One by one, the spectral crew of the Flying Dutchman approached the Black Skimmer, handing over scrolls of parchment to Ender and his crew. Each scroll bore a message from the past, warnings of dangers ahead, and tales of lost treasures.

Ender unrolled one of the scrolls and read aloud: “Beware the storm that gathers in the east, for it brings more than just wind and rain. It carries the wrath of a forgotten god.”

Another scroll, handed to Whiskers, spoke of a hidden island, shrouded in mist, where the greatest treasure of the seas lay buried, guarded by spirits.

Rex received a scroll detailing a mutiny that had occurred centuries ago, urging them to maintain unity and trust among their crew.

### The Arrival of Alice

As they pondered the messages, a sudden commotion erupted from below deck. Out of a cupboard tumbled Alice, wide-eyed and bewildered. “What a curious place I’ve ended up in now!” she exclaimed, adjusting her apron.

Ender looked at her, equally surprised. “And who might you be, lass?”

“I’m Alice. I seem to have fallen through another rabbit hole,” she said, glancing around at the unusual crew.

“Welcome aboard the Black Skimmer, Alice. It seems you’ve joined us at quite an extraordinary time,” Ender replied with a grin.

### The Storm and the Treasure

With the warnings of the Flying Dutchman fresh in their minds, the crew of the Black Skimmer sailed on, their hearts filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement. True to the ghostly captain’s words, a massive storm soon approached from the east. The wind howled, and the waves rose like mountains. But Ender, with his indomitable spirit, steered his ship with skill and determination.

“We’ve faced worse than this, lads! Hold steady!” he shouted over the roar of the storm.

Alice, now fully integrated into the crew, found herself holding tightly to the railing, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement. “This is more thrilling than any adventure in Wonderland!” she shouted to Ender.

The Black Skimmer weathered the tempest, emerging battered but intact. As the skies cleared, they found themselves near a mysterious island, just as the scroll had described. Shrouded in mist, it beckoned them with the promise of untold riches.

### The Guardian Spirits

Upon landing on the island, the crew encountered spectral guardians, remnants of the long-lost protectors of the treasure. These spirits tested their resolve, demanding they prove their worthiness.

Ender, ever the philosopher, spoke to the spirits with humility and wisdom. “We seek not just gold and jewels but the stories and legacies of those who came before us. We honor their memory and vow to protect these treasures from falling into the hands of the unworthy.”

Alice stepped forward, her curiosity overcoming her fear. “We come in peace, to learn and to respect what has been left behind.”

Impressed by their sincerity, the spirits allowed them to proceed. Deep within the island’s heart, they discovered a trove of ancient artifacts, gold, and jewels. Among the treasures was a journal belonging to the captain of the Flying Dutchman, detailing the origins of their curse and the hope that someday, someone might lift it.

### The Escape

As they were about to leave, the island began to tremble. “The spirits have deemed our time here over,” Ender said, urging his crew back to the ship.

Alice, quick on her feet, grabbed a bottle of rum from the treasure and handed it to Ender. “For luck,” she said with a wink.

The Black Skimmer set sail just as the island vanished beneath the waves, the spirits’ final act to protect their secrets.

### Epilogue: A New Legend

With their ship laden with treasure and their hearts filled with the knowledge and wisdom of the past, the crew of the Black Skimmer set sail once more. The legend of Ender the Pirate grew, intertwining with that of the Flying Dutchman and the curious tales of Alice. They became not just tales of adventure and peril but stories of hope, redemption, and the eternal quest for understanding the mysteries of the sea.

Ender often found himself gazing at the horizon, wondering about the fate of the ghostly crew. In his heart, he hoped that someday, the Flying Dutchman might find its way home, freed from its eternal curse by the actions of those who sailed the seas with honor and courage.

And so, the Black Skimmer sailed on, carrying with it the legacy of the past and the promise of future adventures, forever etching the names of Ender the Pirate and Alice into the annals of maritime lore

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**Title: "The Mysterious Desert Treasure of Davy"**

In the small coastal town of Sandport, rumors began to spread about a peculiar treasure hunt initiated by the eccentric artist, Davy "Skull" McRaven. Known for his elaborate sidewalk chalk art of skulls and treasure maps, Davy had turned the entire town into his canvas, leaving cryptic clues and intricate drawings that hinted at a hidden treasure buried somewhere in the nearby desert.

The first clue appeared one sunny morning on Main Street. Passersby were greeted with a large, colorful skull wearing an eye patch, with an intricate map drawn beneath it. The map depicted the town and the surrounding desert, with an "X" marking a spot near the beach dunes.

Local legend Charlie "Sea Legs" Johnson, a retired sailor with a knack for adventure, was the first to take up the challenge. Armed with his metal detector, a trusty shovel, and his wits, Charlie set out to decipher Davy's cryptic messages. He wasn’t alone for long, though. Word of the treasure spread like wildfire, attracting a motley crew of treasure hunters, beach bums, and curious townsfolk.

As Charlie followed the map’s trail, he encountered a series of increasingly bizarre and comical clues. The second clue led him to the Sandport Museum, where Davy had drawn a chalk outline of a pirate ship on the sidewalk. Inside the museum, in front of a display of ancient pirate artifacts, Charlie found a note taped to a cannonball: "To find the next clue, where sand meets the sky, look for a crab with a monocle, don’t be shy!"

Bemused but undeterred, Charlie headed to the beach where he spent an amusing half-hour looking for a crab with a monocle. Eventually, he found another drawing by Davy, this time of a crab with a monocle and a top hat, pointing toward the dunes. The clue read: "In the dunes, dig deep and true, to find the next clue, beneath the starfish blue."

Charlie trudged into the dunes, joined by a growing entourage of treasure hunters, each armed with various digging tools and an infectious sense of excitement. They unearthed a large, blue-painted starfish-shaped rock, under which was hidden another clue: "To find the treasure, you’re nearly there, follow the seagull with the green hair!"

The town’s resident prankster, Tommy, decided to join the hunt, dressed as a seagull with a green wig, leading the group on a wild goose chase along the beach, much to everyone's amusement. Eventually, the real seagull clue led them to a large rock formation known as "Pirate's Head," where Davy had left his final masterpiece: a giant skull with crossbones, and a treasure chest drawn on the rock.

Excitement peaked as Charlie and his band of merry treasure hunters began digging at the base of Pirate’s Head. After much digging, they unearthed a weathered wooden chest. Inside, instead of gold and jewels, they found an assortment of Davy’s quirky art supplies, a bottle of rum, and a note from Davy himself: "The real treasure, my friends, is the joy of the hunt, the laughter, and the new friends you’ve made. Cheers!"

The treasure hunters laughed and raised the bottle of rum in a toast to Davy. Though they didn’t find the fortune they’d hoped for, they realized they’d gained something far more valuable: a day of fun, adventure, and a newfound camaraderie. And in the spirit of the legendary Davy "Skull" McRaven, they left a new treasure map on the rock for future adventurers to find, ensuring the hunt would continue.

As the bonfire crackled and the last embers of daylight faded over Sandport, the lively atmosphere of the town’s treasure hunters reached its peak. Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland found themselves at the heart of the celebration, surrounded by a diverse group of newfound friends and fellow adventurers. The day had been a whirlwind of laughter, puzzlement, and unexpected discoveries, all thanks to Davy "Skull" McRaven’s whimsical treasure hunt.

Ender, leaning against a weathered driftwood log, raised his rum bottle in a toast. "To Davy and the spirit of adventure!"

Alice, her eyes sparkling with excitement, joined in eagerly. "To new friends and the treasures we find along the way!"

The gathered treasure hunters echoed their sentiments with cheers and clinking bottles. Stories flowed freely as they recounted their favorite moments of the day—the crab with a monocle, the seagull with green hair, and the legendary Pirate’s Head where they found Davy’s final clue. Each tale was accompanied by laughter and animated gestures, painting a picture of camaraderie forged through shared exploration and playful challenges.

Amidst the revelry, Benjamin Hornigold approached with a knowing smile. "Looks like you’ve all had quite the adventure," he remarked, settling down beside Ender and Alice.

Ender grinned back, offering Hornigold a drink. "Aye, and we owe it to Davy’s cunning clues. Though the treasure wasn’t gold or jewels, the day’s been richer for it."

Hornigold nodded, his eyes twinkling with nostalgia. "Aye, treasures come in many forms. The bonds you’ve formed and the tales you’ll tell—they’re the true riches of any adventure."

Alice leaned forward eagerly. "Mr. Hornigold, have you ever encountered a treasure hunt quite like Davy’s?"

Hornigold chuckled softly. "Davy’s hunt reminds me of days long past, when every clue led to a story and every story to a friendship. In my time, we sought riches, yes, but it was the thrill of the chase and the camaraderie of the crew that made it worthwhile."

As the night deepened, the conversation turned to tales of old—the exploits of famous pirates, the mysteries of the sea, and the legends that stirred the hearts of adventurers young and old. Ender shared his own stories of the Black Skimmer and its misfit crew, while Alice recounted whimsical escapades from her Wonderland adventures, blending reality with fantasy in a way that enchanted everyone around the fire.

In the midst of these tales, Hornigold revealed a surprising detail: "Davy once told me about a hidden treasure he left behind—a legacy for those with hearts brave enough to seek it."

Ender’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Where is this treasure, Mr. Hornigold?"

Hornigold leaned closer, his voice low with intrigue. "It lies where the sands meet the sea, hidden by riddles and guarded by time itself. If you’re ever inclined to seek it, follow the path of Davy’s artistry and the spirit of adventure."

Alice and Ender exchanged glances, their imaginations ignited by the prospect of another quest. Around them, the bonfire crackled on, casting flickering shadows that seemed to dance to the rhythm of their excitement.

As the night wore on and the stars shimmered above, Ender, Alice, and their newfound companions made a silent pact. They would continue Davy’s legacy, leaving behind a new treasure map etched into the sands of Sandport, ensuring that future adventurers would follow in their footsteps and discover the wonders that awaited.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars and amidst the laughter of kindred spirits, Ender the Pirate, Alice of Wonderland, and the legacy of Davy "Skull" McRaven’s treasure hunt lived on—a tale of friendship, adventure, and the enduring spirit of discovery that bound them all together in the magic of the night.

As the sun set on the bustling town of Sandport, the day’s treasure hunt came to an end. The beach bonfire crackled and popped as the townsfolk, now treasure hunters, gathered to share stories and laughter. Among them, two peculiar figures stood out: Ender the Pirate, with his peg leg and whimsical air, and Alice of Wonderland, ever curious and eager for adventure.

Ender leaned back, his hat tilted jauntily, and took a swig of rum. "A fine day’s adventure, wouldn't you say, Alice?"

Alice nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Indeed, Ender! Though I can't help but feel there's more to this treasure hunt. Davy's clues were whimsical, almost like a dream. Reminds me of Wonderland."

Just then, a stranger joined their circle. His presence was commanding, yet friendly. "Beg pardon, but I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation about treasure and adventure," he said with a grin. "Name’s Benjamin Hornigold."

Ender’s eyes widened. "Hornigold, you say? The famous pirate turned pirate hunter?"

"The very same," Hornigold replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But tonight, I’m more interested in tales of treasure and camaraderie than hunting pirates."

Alice leaned forward, intrigued. "Tell us, Mr. Hornigold, do you have any stories to share? Perhaps about the legendary pirates you mentored, like Blackbeard and Stede Bonnet?"

Hornigold chuckled. "Ah, those were the days. Teaching young Blackbeard the ropes, watching Stede Bonnet transform from a gentleman into a fearsome pirate. But, you know, there’s a story I haven’t told many. A story about a treasure hidden by a pirate artist."

Ender’s ears perked up. "You mean Davy ‘Skull’ McRaven?"

"The very same," Hornigold nodded. "Before I accepted the pardon and became a pirate hunter, Davy and I crossed paths. He had a knack for leaving clues, much like the ones you followed today. But his greatest treasure, the one he hid in the desert, is still out there."

Alice’s eyes widened. "Do you know where it is?"

Hornigold smiled mysteriously. "I might have a clue or two. But it’s not about the treasure, really. It’s about the adventure and the bonds you forge along the way."

The night grew darker, and the stars twinkled above as Hornigold shared his tale. According to him, Davy had left behind a series of intricate clues, each leading to the next in a grand, adventurous puzzle. The final treasure was said to be hidden in a place where "the desert meets the sea," a phrase that sent shivers of excitement through the group.

As the fire crackled and the night wore on, Ender, Alice, and Hornigold decided to join forces. They would follow Davy’s clues and embark on the greatest treasure hunt of all. With the town’s blessings and a hearty breakfast the next morning, they set off into the desert, following the first clue left by Davy.

Their journey was filled with whimsical encounters and comical mishaps. Ender’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, often led them astray, chasing imaginary foes. Alice’s curiosity sometimes got the better of her, leading to detours into strange and wondrous places reminiscent of her adventures in Wonderland. And Hornigold’s stories of old pirate days kept their spirits high.

One day, as they trekked through the dunes, they found another one of Davy’s chalk drawings. This one depicted a giant hourglass with a skull inside, and the words: "When time runs out, look to the sands."

Ender scratched his head. "What do you make of it, Alice?"

Alice pondered for a moment. "An hourglass... time running out... perhaps it’s a riddle. Maybe we need to look for a place where time seems to stand still?"

Hornigold nodded. "Could be a landmark, something that’s been unchanged for ages."

Their journey took them to an ancient, weathered rock formation that locals called "The Timeless Pillars." There, they found another of Davy’s notes, cleverly hidden in a crevice: "The final treasure lies where the stars and sands converge."

Ender, Alice, and Hornigold looked at each other, excitement building. They knew they were close. That night, under the starry sky, they dug beneath the pillars and uncovered a chest. Inside, they found not just art supplies, but a beautifully crafted journal filled with Davy’s sketches, stories, and a heartfelt letter.

In the letter, Davy wrote: "To those who find this, know that the true treasure is the journey, the friendships, and the memories created along the way. May your adventures be as rich as the stories you’ll tell."

Ender raised his rum bottle. "To Davy, and to the greatest treasure of all—friendship and adventure!"

Alice and Hornigold joined in the toast, their hearts full of joy. As they made their way back to Sandport, they knew that the spirit of adventure would always be with them, and that the tales of their journey would become legends of their own.

### **Ender the Pirate and the Great Whale of the Wonderland Sea**

#### Chapter 1: A Whimsical Beginning

The Black Skimmer, a magnificent ship with black sails and a hull that gleamed like obsidian, glided effortlessly across the azure waves. Onboard, Captain Ender the Pirate stood at the helm, his weathered face etched with wisdom and humor. Despite the eyepatch over one eye and a wooden peg leg from a fateful encounter with a shark in the Great Salt Lake, Ender remained a formidable and charismatic leader.

Ender's crew was an eccentric bunch. There was Whiskers, the clever and mischievous cat; Rocky, the ever-curious raccoon; Quackers, the chatty and philosophical duck; and Bruin, the gentle but mighty bear. Each had their quirks and talents, making the Black Skimmer a vessel of harmony and adventure.

#### Chapter 2: A Mysterious Call

One moonlit night, as the crew enjoyed a hearty feast of freshly caught fish and rum, a strange sight appeared on the horizon. A golden light flickered and danced atop the waves, accompanied by the faint sound of a haunting melody. The crew gathered at the bow, their eyes fixed on the mesmerizing glow.

"Captain Ender," Quackers quacked, "I've heard tales of a magical island that appears only to those with pure hearts and a thirst for adventure. Could it be?"

Ender scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Perhaps, Quackers. Only one way to find out."

As they sailed closer, the melody grew louder, filling their hearts with a sense of wonder and nostalgia. The light revealed itself to be a grand lighthouse, its beacon guiding them towards a hidden island. They anchored the Black Skimmer and disembarked, eager to explore.

#### Chapter 3: The Enchanted Island

The island was a paradise of lush forests, sparkling streams, and vibrant flowers. As they ventured deeper, they stumbled upon a quaint little village where animals of all kinds lived in harmony. The villagers greeted them warmly, and the crew quickly felt at home.

Among the villagers was Alice, a curious young girl with golden hair and a penchant for adventure. She was delighted to meet Ender and his crew, for she had longed to hear tales of the sea and explore beyond the island.

"Captain Ender," Alice said with a twinkle in her eye, "there's a legend of a great whale that roams the Wonderland Sea. They say it holds the key to an ancient treasure, one that can grant any wish. Will you help me find it?"

Ender, always up for a challenge, agreed. "Aye, Alice. We'll set sail at dawn. Together, we'll uncover the secrets of the Wonderland Sea."

#### Chapter 4: The Journey Begins

With Alice as their guide, the Black Skimmer set sail once more, this time towards the uncharted waters of the Wonderland Sea. The journey was filled with wonder and peril. They encountered talking seagulls, mischievous mermaids, and a giant octopus that tried to pull their ship into the depths.

But with Ender's leadership and the crew's unwavering courage, they overcame every obstacle. Alice proved to be an invaluable addition to the crew, her quick thinking and boundless curiosity leading them through the treacherous waters.

#### Chapter 5: The Great Whale

One misty morning, as the sun rose in a golden haze, they spotted a colossal shadow beneath the waves. The sea around them began to churn, and a massive creature emerged from the depths. It was the Great Whale of the Wonderland Sea, its scales shimmering with an ethereal glow.

The whale spoke in a deep, resonant voice. "Brave sailors, why do you seek me?"

Ender stepped forward, his voice steady. "We seek the ancient treasure, Great Whale, to fulfill our deepest wishes and find the answers we seek."

The whale's eyes twinkled with ancient wisdom. "The treasure you seek is not gold or jewels, but the wisdom of the ages. To find it, you must face your greatest fears and prove your worth."

#### Chapter 6: Trials of the Heart

The whale led them to a hidden grotto, where each member of the crew faced their own trial. Whiskers had to outwit a cunning fox, Rocky had to solve a riddle posed by a wise old owl, Quackers had to confront his fear of the unknown, and Bruin had to show his strength and kindness.

Ender and Alice, too, had their trials. Ender faced a vision of his past, reliving the moment he lost his leg and hearing the laughter of those who doubted him. But he stood tall, knowing that his true strength lay in his resilience and leadership.

Alice, meanwhile, had to face her fear of losing her sense of wonder. In a world where everything seemed possible, she had to remember that it was her curiosity and courage that made her who she was.

#### Chapter 7: The Treasure Revealed

Having passed their trials, the crew gathered before the Great Whale once more. The whale's eyes shone with pride. "You have proven yourselves worthy. The treasure you seek is the bond you share, the adventures you've lived, and the wisdom you've gained. Cherish these, for they are more valuable than any gold."

With those words, the whale vanished, leaving behind a glowing pearl. Ender picked it up and felt a surge of warmth and gratitude. "This pearl," he said, "is a symbol of our journey and the friendships we've forged. May it guide us on all our future adventures."

#### Chapter 8: A New Dawn

As the Black Skimmer sailed back to the enchanted island, the crew felt a sense of fulfillment and joy. They had faced their fears, found the true treasure, and forged bonds that would last a lifetime.

Alice waved goodbye, promising to visit them again. Ender and his crew, with their hearts full of wonder and wisdom, set sail for new horizons, ready for whatever adventures awaited them.

And so, the legend of Ender the Pirate and the Great Whale of the Wonderland Sea spread far and wide, inspiring others to seek their own adventures and cherish the true treasures of life.
 

Once upon a time, in the wild and treacherous waters of the early 19th century, two unlikely allies were about to embark on an extraordinary adventure. Ender the Pirate, renowned for his cunning and bravery, and Alice of Wonderland, famous for her curious mind and fearless spirit, found themselves aboard a little sloop called the Speedy, commanded by the legendary Thomas Cochrane.

The Speedy, armed with 14 four-pounder guns and a crew of about 80 men, had a singular mission: to harass the enemy and capture their ships. Cochrane had already made a name for himself by capturing numerous prizes, which had sent many of his crew off to man these captured vessels. His successes had so angered the Spanish that they sent their formidable frigate, the El Gamo, to hunt him down. The El Gamo boasted 32 guns, ranging from 8 to 32 pounders, and a crew of about 320 men, a veritable behemoth compared to the tiny Speedy.

One fine morning, the El Gamo finally caught up to the Speedy. Cochrane, ever the strategist, had disguised his ship as a Danish vessel. Ender, fluent in Danish thanks to his numerous escapades, posed as the ship’s captain, fooling the Spanish just long enough to escape. However, their luck soon ran out, and the El Gamo found them again, this time seeing through the ruse.

Faced with overwhelming odds, Cochrane devised a bold plan. He instructed his men, including Ender and Alice, to aim their guns as high as possible and load them with three cannonballs each. The first salvo from the Speedy was devastating, killing the captain of the El Gamo. When the El Gamo returned fire, their shots missed entirely, sailing over the tiny Speedy and only damaging its sails.

Alice, quick-witted and agile, scampered about the deck, helping to reload the cannons and shouting encouragements to the crew. Meanwhile, Ender’s experience in close combat proved invaluable as he helped repel the Spanish attempts to board the Speedy. Every time the El Gamo drew close, the Speedy would pull away, only to close in again when the El Gamo tried to fire.

The cat-and-mouse game continued until the Speedy was no longer able to sail effectively. With no other options left, Cochrane ordered a boarding action. Ender led the charge, his cutlass gleaming as he stormed onto the El Gamo. Alice, ever brave, followed close behind, wielding a makeshift weapon she had fashioned from a broken mast.

Fifty-three men, including Ender and Alice, stormed the El Gamo’s quarterdeck and managed to pull down the Spanish flag. Confusion and fear spread among the Spanish crew, leading them to believe their ship had surrendered. The battle was over almost as quickly as it had begun.

The final tally was astounding: the Speedy had lost three men with nine wounded, while the El Gamo suffered 14 dead, 41 wounded, and 300 captured. This daring and improbable victory cemented Cochrane’s reputation as one of the greatest naval commanders of his time.

As the dust settled, Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland stood side by side on the deck of the captured El Gamo, their eyes shining with the thrill of adventure. They had not only survived one of the wildest naval battles of the age of sail but had also become legends in their own right.

Following their extraordinary victory over the El Gamo, Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland continued their adventures across the high seas, each new exploit more daring than the last. Their legend grew, eventually reaching the ears of one of the most adventurous souls of the 20th century: Ernest Hemingway.

It was off the coast of Cuba, in the early 1940s, that Hemingway, Alice, and Ender found themselves united by fate. The world was embroiled in the throes of World War II, and Nazi submarines prowled the Caribbean waters, preying on Allied shipping. Hemingway, ever the maverick, had taken it upon himself to patrol these waters aboard his beloved fishing boat, the Pilar.

One sweltering afternoon, as the Pilar cut through the turquoise waves, Hemingway spotted a sinister shape lurking beneath the surface. It was a Nazi U-boat, lying in wait for its next target. With a steely glint in his eye, Hemingway steered the Pilar toward the submarine, determined to intercept it.

Ender, always eager for a fight, readied his cutlass and an assortment of pistols. Alice, ever resourceful, had fashioned a rudimentary depth charge using explosives she had found in the Pilar’s hold. Together, the trio prepared for a confrontation that would test their wits and courage to the limit.

As the Pilar approached the U-boat, the submarine surfaced, its conning tower breaking the water with a menacing grace. A hatch opened, and Nazi sailors began to scramble out, manning the deck guns. Hemingway, calm and composed, took the wheel, maneuvering the Pilar with the skill of a seasoned captain.

"Ender, Alice, get ready!" Hemingway shouted over the roar of the waves.

Ender and Alice sprang into action. Ender took aim with his pistols, firing at the Nazi sailors, picking them off one by one with deadly accuracy. Alice, meanwhile, set the depth charge, timing it perfectly before tossing it overboard. The explosive sank into the water, disappearing into the depths below.

The U-boat’s deck guns roared to life, but Hemingway’s expert maneuvering kept the Pilar out of their line of fire. The Nazi sailors, taken aback by the ferocity of the attack, struggled to return fire effectively. Just as the situation seemed most dire, the water beneath the U-boat erupted in a massive explosion. Alice’s depth charge had found its mark.

The U-boat shuddered violently, its hull breached by the explosion. Water began to pour in, and the submarine started to sink. The Nazi sailors, realizing their plight, abandoned ship, leaping into the water in a desperate bid for survival.

Hemingway, Ender, and Alice watched as the U-boat slipped beneath the waves, vanquished. The Pilar bobbed gently on the now-quiet sea, the adrenaline of the battle still coursing through their veins.

"We did it," Hemingway said, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "We took down a U-boat."

Ender sheathed his cutlass, nodding in satisfaction. "Aye, but it was a close one."

Alice, her face flushed with excitement, looked out at the horizon. "What's next, Captain?"

Hemingway laughed, a deep, hearty sound. "There’s always another adventure, Alice. The world is full of them, and with friends like you two, I say we’re ready for anything."

With their spirits high and their bond stronger than ever, the trio set sail once more, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Their legend would continue to grow, a tale of bravery and camaraderie that spanned oceans and defied the odds.

The Pilar glided into the harbor of Havana, its crew of three—the legendary Ender the Pirate, the indomitable Alice of Wonderland, and the intrepid Ernest Hemingway—eager to rest and recount their latest adventure. As they docked and made their way into the bustling streets, they headed to their favorite haunt, Café Shi. This charming establishment, known for its eclectic mix of patrons and vibrant atmosphere, was the perfect place to unwind.

At a corner table under the warm glow of lanterns, Hemingway pulled out a small, weathered chest he had salvaged from the sinking U-boat. With a sly grin, he placed it on the table. "Found this aboard the U-boat," he said, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Looks like our Nazi friends were after more than just ships."

Ender leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "Treasure, you say? Let's see what those scoundrels were hiding."

Alice, ever the voice of reason, suggested they open it carefully. "We don’t know what’s inside. It could be dangerous."

With cautious hands, Hemingway unlatched the chest. Inside, they found a collection of old maps, documents, and a peculiar golden amulet adorned with mysterious symbols. The documents, written in German, seemed to tell a story of a long-lost treasure hidden somewhere in the Caribbean.

Alice's eyes sparkled with excitement as she examined the maps. "These are ancient. They look like they point to a specific island, but the coordinates are encoded."

Ender, who had seen his fair share of treasure maps, studied the symbols on the amulet. "This might be the key to deciphering the maps. We’ll need to find someone who can read these documents and figure out the code."

Hemingway nodded, already forming a plan. "There’s an old friend of mine, a professor at the University of Havana. He specializes in ancient languages and codes. If anyone can crack this, it’s him."

The next morning, they made their way to the university, where Professor Delgado greeted them warmly. Intrigued by their find, he quickly got to work deciphering the documents. After several hours, he looked up, excitement written across his face.

"I’ve got it! This map leads to an island off the coast of Cuba, but it’s not just any island. According to these documents, it’s the legendary Isla de Oro, rumored to be the hiding place of a massive hoard of pirate treasure."

Armed with this new knowledge, the trio set sail once more, this time with Professor Delgado as their guide. Their journey led them through treacherous waters and dense jungles, with each clue bringing them closer to the fabled treasure.

Finally, they arrived at a secluded island shrouded in mist. Following the map’s directions, they trekked through the thick foliage until they reached a hidden cave. Inside, they found a series of intricate traps and puzzles, designed to protect the treasure.

Alice’s sharp mind and Ender’s experience with such traps proved invaluable as they navigated the cave’s challenges. Hemingway, using his strength and determination, helped push through the physical obstacles that stood in their way.

At last, they stood before a massive stone door, the final barrier between them and the treasure. The golden amulet fit perfectly into a slot in the door, and with a loud rumble, it swung open to reveal a glittering trove of gold, jewels, and priceless artifacts.

The sight was breathtaking. Piles of gold coins, chests overflowing with gems, and relics from ancient civilizations filled the cavern. It was a treasure beyond their wildest dreams.

Ender let out a low whistle. "Well, I’ll be. This is more than I ever imagined."

Alice, her eyes wide with wonder, added, "We’ve made history today. This treasure will change everything."

Hemingway, ever the storyteller, knew that their tale would be one for the ages. "We’ll share this with the world, but first, let’s take a moment to enjoy our victory. We’ve earned it."

As they sat together, surrounded by the fruits of their incredible journey, they knew this was only the beginning of their legendary exploits. With their unbreakable bond and insatiable thirst for adventure, there were no limits to what they could achieve.

After their triumphant discovery of the treasure in the hidden cave of Isla de Oro, Ender the Pirate, Alice of Wonderland, and Ernest Hemingway carefully packed a selection of the most valuable and historically significant artifacts. They left the majority of the treasure safely hidden, intending to return with a larger team to secure and catalog the find.

Back aboard the Pilar, they set sail for Havana, their minds abuzz with the implications of their discovery. Upon their return, they knew they needed to handle the situation with discretion. The treasure, while immensely valuable, also carried the potential for significant historical and political ramifications.

Their first stop was Café Shi, where they could plan their next steps in a familiar and somewhat private environment. They chose a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, and laid out their plan.

"First, we need to authenticate and document the artifacts we brought back," Alice began, her practical mind already working through the logistics. "We should contact a reputable museum or a university to ensure the historical value is preserved."

Ender nodded. "And we’ll need to think about security. Word gets out about this treasure, and every treasure hunter and thief in the Caribbean will be after us."

Hemingway, always the strategist, suggested they reach out to the Cuban government. "This discovery has historical significance not just for us but for Cuba and the wider world. If we handle this correctly, we can ensure the treasure is protected and studied properly."

The following day, they visited the Cuban Ministry of Culture, where they presented a carefully curated selection of the artifacts to Minister Rodríguez. Intrigued and impressed by their find, Rodríguez arranged for a team of archaeologists and historians to examine the items.

Over the next few weeks, the Pilar made several secret trips back to Isla de Oro, each time bringing more of the treasure back to Havana. The Cuban government, now fully aware of the treasure’s significance, provided security and logistical support.

The story of the discovery began to spread, and soon, international experts arrived in Havana to assist with the excavation and preservation of the treasure. The news captured the world’s imagination, with headlines lauding the incredible find and the daring adventurers who uncovered it.

One evening, as they sat at Café Shi, the trio reflected on their journey. Ender, usually the rugged and solitary pirate, found himself enjoying the camaraderie and purpose the treasure hunt had brought.

"We’ve done something remarkable," he said, raising his glass. "To adventure, friendship, and the incredible journey we've had."

Alice smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And to the future. There are still so many mysteries out there waiting to be discovered."

Hemingway, ever the storyteller, leaned back and contemplated their next move. "This treasure is just the beginning. The world is full of stories waiting to be told, and with friends like you, there’s no limit to what we can achieve."

Their exploits didn’t end there. With the treasure safely documented and preserved, they set their sights on new adventures. Hemingway continued his patrols off the Cuban coast, always ready for the next challenge. Ender, now a respected figure in Havana, used his skills to help protect the city’s maritime interests. Alice, inspired by their journey, pursued her studies and became a renowned historian, always seeking the next great discovery.

Together, they had forged a legacy that would be remembered for generations, a testament to bravery, friendship, and the enduring human spirit of adventure.

### Ender the Pirate and the Time-Traveling Black Skimmer

In the heart of the Caribbean, tales of Ender the Pirate and his formidable ship, the Black Skimmer, grew wilder with each passing year. Unbeknownst to many, the Black Skimmer possessed a secret that transcended the natural world—it was a time machine, capable of journeying through the ages to plunder treasures from different eras. This extraordinary ability led Ender and his newfound ally, Alice of Wonderland, on an unprecedented adventure that would etch their names into the annals of pirate lore forever.

#### The Discovery

One balmy night, as Ender and Alice poured over the ancient map of Augustine Herman, a strange glow enveloped the Black Skimmer. Suddenly, the ship was transported back in time to the year 1671, off the coast of Cadiz, Spain. There, hidden beneath the tranquil waters, lay a 17th-century galleon laden with treasures from the mines of Bolivia.

The galleon had recently been discovered by modern archaeologists during explorations prior to the construction of a new container terminal at the port of Cadiz. This ancient ship, filled with 27 Swedish iron cannons 'Finbanker', 22 silver bars from the mines of Oruro and Potosí, a bronze bell inscribed with "Jesus, Mary and Joseph 1671," and numerous navigation instruments, was an unprecedented find. Preparations were underway to refloat the ship, but Ender and Alice had other plans.

#### The Approach

With the Black Skimmer cloaked in the shadows of night, Ender and Alice devised a daring plan to plunder the galleon before it could be brought to the surface by the 21st-century cranes. Using the ship’s time-traveling capabilities, they navigated through the murky depths to the exact location of the sunken vessel.

Ender, skilled in underwater exploration, donned his diving gear while Alice, with her insatiable curiosity and resourcefulness, assisted from aboard the Black Skimmer. As they descended into the depths, the outline of the galleon became visible, its cannons and treasure shimmering faintly in the dim light.

#### The Plunder

Ender and Alice moved swiftly. Ender used specialized tools to pry open the cargo holds, revealing the silver bars and cannons. Alice, using her agility and sharp mind, identified the most valuable artifacts, including the bronze bell. They worked meticulously, ensuring that every precious item was secured.

Above the water, the modern operation continued, unaware of the clandestine activity below. The two cranes, vital for the extraction, stood ready, waiting for the right conditions to commence the operation. However, by the time dawn approached, Ender and Alice had managed to transport a significant portion of the treasure to the Black Skimmer.

#### The Escape

With their plunder secured, Ender and Alice returned to the Black Skimmer. As the first light of day touched the horizon, they activated the ship’s time-travel mechanism, transporting them back to their original time. The galleon, now considerably lighter, would eventually be refloated by the modern team, but without its most valuable cargo.

#### The Legend

The tale of Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland spread quickly. Their successful plundering of a 17th-century galleon, under the noses of a modern archaeological team, became the stuff of legends. The treasures they acquired not only enriched their coffers but also added to the mystique of the Black Skimmer's time-traveling abilities.

Back in their time, Ender and Alice continued to use the Black Skimmer's unique power to seek out and plunder treasures across the ages. Each adventure further cemented their status as the most extraordinary pirates to ever sail the seven seas, their exploits becoming the benchmark for all who dared to call themselves buccaneers.

And so, the legend of Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland, and their time-traveling ship, the Black Skimmer, continued to grow, capturing the imaginations of those who dreamed of adventure and untold riches.
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A 17th-century galleon, sunk near Cadiz (southern Spain) with silver bulls from Bolivia mines, is ready to be refloated from the seabed after three months of preparations, in an unprecedented operation in Spain.
"Everything is ready, the extraction only depends on the arrival of two cranes of 300 tons and that the atmospheric conditions are adequate," the head of the Department of Infrastructure and Works of the Cadiz Bay Port Authority, Eloy Saiz informed the EFE agency.
Officials of the operation believe that this very July the pecio may already be out of the water so it can be studied by experts, according to EFE.
The galleon was discovered in 2011, during archaeological explorations prior to the construction of a new container terminal for the port of Cadiz.
The ship interfered with the works and it was decided to move it under the sea, to another nearby area. During the works for that displacement, which was also a pioneering operation, it was discovered that the ship carried 27 Swedish iron cannons 'Finbanker', 22 silver bars from the mines of Oruro and Potosí (Bolivia); a bronze bell with the legend "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" 1671» and several navigation elements.
Between the 15th and 18th centuries, the Bay of Cadiz was formed as a commercial epicenter and it is precisely in this area where the most number of boats are recorded. It is estimated that there are about "2,000 tonnes of gold and more than 20,000 tonnes of silver that would be found in the Bay of Cadiz alone," according to La Sexta. (Eju.Tv)

English Caravel

### Ender the Pirate and the King’s Jewels

Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland stood on the deck of the Black Skimmer, the gleaming treasures from the sunken galleon secured below. The time-traveling ship had returned them to their own era, but their thirst for adventure was far from sated. As they plotted their next move, an intriguing rumor reached their ears: an English caravel carrying the King's jewels was set to sail from the English Channel to Spain. Such a prize was too tempting to resist.

#### The Target

The caravel, a sturdy and swift vessel favored by English nobility, was a prime target. This particular ship was reputed to carry the personal jewels of King George II, sent as a gift to a Spanish monarch in an effort to strengthen political ties. The treasures included priceless gemstones, gold ornaments, and a ceremonial crown encrusted with diamonds.

Ender, ever the strategist, knew that capturing such a well-guarded ship would require cunning and precision. He and Alice set to work, devising a plan that would rely on the Black Skimmer's ability to blend into the past, striking when least expected.

#### The Ambush

As the English caravel, the **HMS Sovereign**, set sail from Portsmouth, it was unaware of the impending danger. Ender guided the Black Skimmer through the mists of time, positioning it along the expected route of the caravel. Disguised as a harmless merchant vessel, the Black Skimmer waited in the shadows.

As night fell, the HMS Sovereign came into view. Ender signaled for the crew to prepare for battle. The Black Skimmer closed in, catching the caravel off guard. With the element of surprise on their side, Ender ordered a broadside attack, the cannons of the Black Skimmer roaring to life. The caravel, caught in the crossfire, had little time to react.

#### The Boarding

Ender and Alice led the boarding party, storming the deck of the HMS Sovereign with practiced ease. The English crew, though valiant, were no match for the seasoned pirates. Alice, with her agility and quick thinking, neutralized key officers while Ender focused on securing the main cabin where the jewels were believed to be stored.

Breaking through the reinforced door, they found a chest adorned with the royal seal. Inside lay the King's jewels, glittering in the dim light of the cabin. The sight was breathtaking: a crown encrusted with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires, along with ornate necklaces, rings, and bracelets of unparalleled craftsmanship.

#### The Escape

With the treasure secured, Ender ordered a swift retreat. The Black Skimmer, built for speed and maneuverability, quickly outpaced the English caravel. As dawn broke, the Black Skimmer disappeared into the horizon, leaving the HMS Sovereign battered and humiliated.

Back on the Black Skimmer, Ender and Alice marveled at their latest haul. The King’s jewels would fetch a fortune, but more importantly, they had further solidified their reputation as the most audacious pirates of their time.

#### The Aftermath

The daring heist of the King's jewels became the talk of taverns and courts alike. The English Crown, embarrassed and enraged, offered a substantial reward for the capture of Ender and the crew of the Black Skimmer. However, the ship's time-traveling ability made them nearly impossible to track.

Ender and Alice continued their adventures, always staying one step ahead of their pursuers. Their exploits became legendary, a testament to their cunning, bravery, and the mysterious powers of the Black Skimmer.

And so, the saga of Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland continued, with each new adventure adding to the legend of the Black Skimmer—a ship that not only sailed the seas but also the very fabric of time itself.

Ghanja dhow ship

### Ender the Pirate and the Mughal Treasure

#### The Tale Continues

With the King’s jewels safely stowed in the hold of the Black Skimmer, Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland sailed into the mists of time once more. Their next adventure would take them to the Red Sea in July 1693, where another notorious pirate, Captain Thomas Tew, had captured a warship belonging to the Mughal Emperor Alamgir I, laden with an enormous treasure.

#### The Setting

The sun blazed over the azure waters of the Red Sea as the Black Skimmer emerged from its time-traveling veil. Ender and Alice had their sights set on intercepting Tew’s haul—a large Ghanjah dhow filled with gold, silver, ivory, spices, gemstones, and silk. This treasure, destined for the Ottoman Empire, had been easily taken by Tew, who split the bounty with his crew of 45 men.

However, Ender’s ambition was as boundless as the seas he sailed. He aimed to capture not just the treasure but also Tew’s infamy, adding it to his own legend.

#### The Ambush

As the Black Skimmer approached the pirate haven of Adam Baldridge’s St. Mary's Island off Madagascar, they spotted Tew’s dhow. Tew and his men were celebrating their haul, unaware of the approaching threat. Ender and Alice prepared their crew for a swift and decisive strike.

Ender’s plan was to catch Tew off guard. The Black Skimmer, utilizing its advanced capabilities, silently approached the anchored dhow under the cover of night. With Alice’s help, Ender devised a strategy to board the dhow with minimal resistance.

#### The Battle

At the signal, Ender and his men launched their attack. They swarmed over the sides of Tew’s dhow, weapons at the ready. The surprise was total; Tew’s crew, caught in the midst of their revelry, offered little resistance. Ender himself confronted Captain Tew, a duel that would be whispered about in pirate circles for years to come.

Alice, meanwhile, coordinated the transfer of the treasure from Tew’s dhow to the Black Skimmer. The gold, silver, ivory, spices, gemstones, and silk quickly changed hands, filling the holds of the time-traveling ship. Tew, recognizing Ender’s prowess and the impossibility of victory, ultimately surrendered.

#### The Retreat

With the treasure secured and Tew’s ship neutralized, Ender and Alice made a swift retreat. The Black Skimmer, now even richer, sailed back into the mists of time, leaving behind the bewildered and defeated pirates.

#### The Legend Grows

Ender and Alice’s successful plundering of Tew’s treasure only added to their growing legend. They now possessed a vast fortune, acquired through daring exploits across different eras. The tales of their adventures spread far and wide, from the Caribbean to the Red Sea, capturing the imaginations of sailors and landlubbers alike.

Back in their own time, Ender and Alice continued to seek out new adventures, always ready to exploit the Black Skimmer’s unique abilities. Their names became synonymous with the golden age of piracy, a testament to their skill, bravery, and insatiable thirst for treasure.

And so, the saga of Ender the Pirate and Alice of Wonderland continued, with each new escapade adding another chapter to the epic tale of the Black Skimmer—a ship that defied time and space in its quest for plunder.

July, 1693, pirate Captain Thomas Tew captured a warship, laden with treasure, belonging to the Indian Mughal Alamgir I.

During July, 1693, pirate Captain Thomas Tew would capture a large Ghanjah dhow in the Red Sea that was on her way from India to the Ottoman Empire. The dhow would surrender without resistance to the pirates, and Tew and his men helped themselves to the treasure on board. Tew and his 45 men split the treasure, which consisted of gold, silver, ivory, spices, gemstones and silk. Deemed a fine haul.

However, not content with the haul and craving more, Tew urged the crew to pursue more of the Indian ships, but yielded to the quartermaster’s opposition that the safer bet would be to be content with what they’d gotten away with so far without harm. The crew would then head for Adam Baldridge’s pirate haven off Madagascar on the island of St. Mary's.

**Title: Ender the Pirate and Alice Capture the Danish Ship**

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting an amber glow over the restless sea. Ender the Pirate, a formidable figure known for his cunning and bravado, stood at the helm of his ship, the Black Skimmer. By his side was Alice, a daring adventurer from Wonderland who had joined Ender on his latest quest for treasure.

"We've got word of a Danish ship loaded with jewels and gold, just ripe for the taking," Ender said, his eyes glinting with excitement. Alice nodded, her curiosity piqued and her mind already whirring with plans.

Their target was a majestic three-mast sailing ship known as the Queen Margrethe, a merchant vessel reputed to carry immense wealth from Denmark. It was an opportunity too grand for any pirate to resist. The crew of the Black Skimmer was ready, their spirits high and their weapons sharper than ever.

As they approached the Queen Margrethe, the crew sprang into action. Ender gave the order, and the Black Skimmer's cannons roared to life. The first volley struck the Danish ship's hull, sending splinters flying. The Queen Margrethe attempted to return fire, but her cannons were no match for Ender's well-aimed strikes.

"Ready the grappling hooks!" Ender shouted. Alice, agile and fierce, led the charge, her nimble fingers deftly tying the ropes. With a mighty heave, the hooks flew through the air, latching onto the Danish ship's railings.

"Board her, lads!" Ender bellowed. With a wild cheer, the pirates swarmed across the ropes, clashing with the Danish sailors. Alice was among the first to land on the deck, her movements swift and precise. She parried a sword thrust, disarming her opponent with a flick of her wrist.

Ender fought his way to the helm, his cutlass cutting a path through the defenders. The Danish captain, a burly man with a formidable presence, stood in his way. Their swords met with a clash of steel, and for a moment, it seemed like an even match. But Ender's ferocity and determination soon overwhelmed the captain, who fell with a final cry.

"Secure the hold!" Ender ordered. Alice led a group below deck, her keen eyes searching for the treasure. They found it in the ship's strongroom: chests overflowing with gold coins, glittering jewels, and precious artifacts.

"Jackpot!" Alice exclaimed, her voice echoing with delight. The pirates quickly began transferring the loot to the Black Skimmer, their laughter ringing through the air.

With the Queen Margrethe subdued and the treasure secured, Ender and Alice stood on the deck of the Black Skimmer, watching the Danish ship drift away, now a symbol of their latest triumph.

"Another successful raid," Alice said, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Indeed," Ender replied, clapping her on the shoulder. "To many more."

The Black Skimmer sailed on, its crew richer and their legend growing with each daring adventure. Ender the Pirate and Alice from Wonderland had proven once again that no treasure was safe from their grasp.

### The Epic Tale of Ender the Pirate and Alice in Wonderland

On the 25th of July, 1720, the notorious pirate Captain Ender sailed the seas aboard his ship, the Black Skimmer. By his side, the enigmatic Alice from Wonderland stood, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and determination. Their destination: the island of Johanna (Anjouan) in the Comoros.

Captain Ender led his crew with a whimsical and philosophical outlook, often changing course on a whim. His first mate, a cunning raccoon named Rascal, manned the Black Skimmer's helm. The rest of the crew consisted of a wise old cat named Whiskers, a brave duck called Quackers, and a mighty bear known as Bruin.

As they neared Anjouan, they encountered two Dutch merchant vessels and a British ship named the Cassandra. The Dutch ships, upon seeing the Black Skimmer, attempted to flee. However, Rascal, ever quick with his paws, steered the ship to pursue them. Meanwhile, Ender engaged the Cassandra, determined to claim it as his prize.

The battle was fierce, lasting ten long hours. Both the Black Skimmer and the Cassandra ran aground on the island’s shore. Losses were heavy on both sides, with many of Ender's crew and the Cassandra's sailors perishing. Captain James Macrae, commanding the Cassandra, along with a handful of survivors, fled inland, seeking refuge.

Alice, with her unique perspective, saw the battle not just as a conflict but as a dance of destiny and chaos. As she patched up the wounded with makeshift bandages, she couldn't help but wonder about the strange world she had found herself in.

When the Black Skimmer’s sister ship, the Victory, arrived, commanded by the boisterous Captain Taylor, the scene of devastation was overwhelming. The Cassandra lay in ruins, but the pirates had already begun looting, amassing a fortune worth 75,000 pounds.

A few days later, Captain Macrae and his weary survivors returned to the beach, begging for mercy as they were unable to find food on the island. Captain Taylor, thirsting for revenge, demanded their execution. However, Captain Ender, in his characteristic whimsical manner, chose a different path.

"Mercy, my friends, is the true treasure of a pirate," Ender declared, his voice carrying over the waves. Alice nodded in agreement, her presence lending an air of otherworldly wisdom to the decision.

Ender offered the damaged Black Skimmer to Macrae and his survivors, while claiming the Cassandra as his new flagship. Captain Taylor, though initially furious, was eventually swayed by a night of heavy drinking and camaraderie.

As they departed on September 3rd, a bond of mutual respect had been formed between the pirates and their former enemies. But fate had other plans for Captain Ender.

Not long after, they captured an English ship near Cochin. The captain of the vessel spun a tale of Captain Macrae assembling a new crew and a fleet to pursue them. Though it was a lie, Captain Taylor used this as a pretext to incite the crew against Ender.

In a dramatic twist of betrayal, Ender was deposed from his captaincy and marooned on the island of Mauritius, along with Alice and three loyal crew members. The Black Skimmer sailed away, leaving them with minimal provisions.

As the sun set over the horizon, Ender looked at Alice and his loyal friends, his spirit undaunted. "This is but another chapter in our story," he said with a smile. "Adventure awaits, even in the face of adversity."

Alice, ever the dreamer, gazed at the stars and nodded. "Indeed, Captain. Wonderland taught me that the impossible is merely an invitation to explore the unknown."

And so, marooned yet unbroken, Captain Ender, Alice, and their small band of loyalists began to plot their next adventure, knowing that their story was far from over.

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(Pictured: Anjouan island [historically known as Johanna], a 1750 map of the isle, Edward England’s reported jolly roger [roughly the same as Sam Bellamy’s, a simple skull over crossed bones], and a period engraving meant to depict Edward England)

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On the 25th of July, 1720, pirate Captain Edward England faced Captain James Macrae near the island of Johanna (Anjouan), in Comoros. 
Edward England had been leading his two pirate ships, himself commanding the Fancy and Richard Taylor as captain of the Victory, and near the island of Anjouan he came upon two Dutch merchant vessels, as well as a British ship named the Cassandra. The Dutch vessels attempted to flee, but were pursued by Captain Taylor, while England engaged the Cassandra. 
During the conflict, both the Fancy and Cassandra ran aground on the island’s shore. Losses among the pirates numbered near 90, and 77 of the crew of the Cassandra perished in the battle, with Captain Macrae and fellow survivors abandoning ship to flee inland. The battle had lasted ten long hours, and would be described as:
“the bloodiest engagement and killing of pirates along the African coast.”
When Captain Taylor arrived back on the scene with the Victory, he was appalled by the devastation and loss. The Fancy was in a terrible state, but the looting of Cassandra had already begun, which would eventually net the pirates a hefty 75,000 pounds. 
A few days later however, Captain Macrae and the survivors of the Cassandra re-approached the pirates on the beach, defeated and begging for mercy, unable to find any food on the island. Taylor demanded the death of the British sailors, revenge for the losses on the Fancy, but Edward England stepped in and intervened. 
England had spent some time at sea, and honorably chose to extend a helping hand to his rivals as a “well played” moment. England would claim the Cassandra as his new flagship and offered the damaged Fancy to Macrae and his small number of survivors. Taylor would fight England on the decision, but would come to agree with him after a bout of drinking that involved Captain Taylor becoming fairly inebriated. The pirates and Macrae would depart on September 3rd. 
This would ultimately be the downfall of England, as not long after England would capture an English ship near Cochin whose captain lied to the pirate crew that Captain Macrae had assembled a new crew already and was in preparation of a fleet to pursue England’s. While they had been told a lie, Captain Taylor nonetheless used this moment to rile the crew and depose Edward England of his captaincy for prior poor decisions, resulting in him being left marooned without adequate provisions on Mauritius (along with three who were loyal to him). 
(Pictured is Anjouan island [historically known as Johanna], a 1750 map of the isle, Edward England’s reported jolly roger [roughly the same as Sam Bellamy’s, a simple skull over crossed bones], and a period engraving meant to depict Edward England)
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### The Tale of Ender the Pirate and Alice: The Coiba Encounter

#### Chapter 1: The Arrival at Coiba Island

On the 20th of July, 1687, the notorious French privateer Capitaine Franco guided his small, weather-beaten sloop towards the shores of Coiba Island off the coast of Panama. The thick jungle loomed over the pristine beaches, a stark contrast to the vast, treacherous seas Franco and his crew had traversed. Among his motley crew stood Ender, a seasoned pirate with a sharp wit and a fierce loyalty to his captain, and Alice, a young, spirited stowaway with a mysterious past.

Franco, whose origins were a subject of speculation among the Spanish authorities, bore a letter of marque from the French crown. His crew, a blend of seasoned sailors and daring buccaneers, had endured the perilous journey through the Strait of Magellan. The plan was to meet with fellow French buccaneers in the Gulf of Panama, but first, repairs were necessary.

#### Chapter 2: The Unseen Threat

For nearly two weeks, the crew labored under the scorching sun, careening the vessel and patching up its hull. Ender, a master of the seas, supervised the work with a watchful eye. Alice, though new to the pirate's life, proved herself invaluable, her nimble hands and quick mind earning her the respect of the crew.

Unbeknownst to them, the Spanish Armada de Mar del Sur had discovered their plans and driven away their intended allies. Franco, undeterred by this setback, decided to press on into the Gulf of Panama. The night before their departure, Ender and Alice sat by the campfire, the crackling flames casting eerie shadows on their faces.

"Do you ever wonder why you joined this life, Alice?" Ender asked, his voice low and contemplative.

Alice looked out at the dark sea, her eyes reflecting the distant stars. "Every day, Ender. But it's the only way to find the answers I seek."

#### Chapter 3: The Gulf of Panama

On the 4th of August, Franco's ship finally launched, its sails billowing in the wind. The crew was eager to set sail, their spirits lifted by the prospect of adventure and plunder. As they entered the Gulf of Panama, they discovered the remnants of a fierce naval battle. The waters were littered with debris and the bodies of fallen sailors, a grim testament to the Spanish Armada's might.

Franco, his eyes scanning the horizon, knew that meeting his fellow buccaneers was now impossible. He turned to his crew, his voice resolute. "We sail northwest, to the coast of New Spain. There, we will find new opportunities."

Ender and Alice exchanged a determined glance. They had faced countless dangers together, and this was just another challenge in their journey.

#### Chapter 4: The Abduction

As they prowled the coast of New Spain, the crew's fortunes began to change. In November of 1688, they stumbled upon the small town of Acaponeta. Under the cover of darkness, Franco's crew descended upon the town, abducting over forty women and seizing a significant amount of silver. The ship, though old and manned by a small crew, became the stuff of legends.

Ender, leading the raid, found himself captivated by a young woman named Isabella, whose courage in the face of danger reminded him of Alice. The two women, though strangers, shared a bond of resilience and determination.

#### Chapter 5: The Return to Sea

With their newfound bounty and captives, Franco's ship set sail once more. The crew, though few in number, were emboldened by their success. Ender and Alice stood at the bow, the wind whipping through their hair as they gazed out at the open sea.

"What's next for us, Ender?" Alice asked, her eyes alight with excitement.

Ender smiled, his heart swelling with pride and anticipation. "Whatever the seas bring, Alice. Together, we'll face it all."

And so, the tale of Ender the Pirate and Alice continued, their adventures becoming the stuff of legend, whispered in taverns and told around campfires for generations to come.

On the 20th of July, 1687, French privateer Capitaine Franco’s small ship touched upon Coiba Island off the coast of Panama for some time, before pressing onward into the Gulf of Panama.
Franco had been a French [or possibly Dutch, the Spanish were unsure of his country of origin], privateer acting with a French letter of marque. In the months prior, he’d traversed the Strait of Magellan, and planned on meeting with French buccaneers in the Gulf of Panama. For nearly two weeks, beginning on July 20th, Franco and his small crew spent their time ashore at Coiba Island, likely careening or doing repairs to their vessel. 
Finally on the 4th of August, the ship would launch and enter the Gulf, only to discover that the Armada de Mar del Sur had driven away those he’d planned on meeting. Instead, Franco and his crew would then sail northwest, prowling the coast of New Spain. 
It is speculated that an event that occurred the following year could perhaps be attributed to Franco. An unknown “pirate” would, in November of 1688, abduct over forty women and an amount of silver from Acaponeta (current day Mexico), who’s ship would later be described as “old and with few people on it.”
(Pictured is a sloop being brought ashore for repair work [from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales], the shores of Coiba Island, and sailors working on a careened vessel [from Black Sails])

In a world where the seas teemed with adventure and the skies echoed with the spirit of rebellion, there sailed the infamous pirate Ender, captain of the Black Skimmer. But what made this plundering adventure truly extraordinary was the addition of a most unexpected crew member, none other than Alice of Wonderland, who had grown weary of tea parties and talking rabbits and sought a different kind of escapade.

As the Black Skimmer cut through the waves, Ender, with his eye patch and a mischievous grin, plotted their next conquest. "Arr, mateys! Today, we set our sights on the most valuable treasure to ever grace the high seas - the metric system measurements bound for the United States!" he bellowed, his voice carrying the promise of chaos and merriment.

Alice, with her curious nature and an insatiable thirst for adventure, stood at the helm, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Oh my, this is quite the curious turn of events," she mused, adjusting her iconic blue dress and joining in on the impending mischief with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

As the Black Skimmer closed in on the unsuspecting vessel carrying the metric system measurements, the crew readied their cannons and brandished their cutlasses, their hearts pounding with the thrill of the impending raid. With a thunderous roar, the pirates unleashed a volley of cannon fire, sending the enemy ship into a frenzy of panic.

Amidst the chaos, Alice, armed with nothing but her wits and a vorpal sword she had acquired in Wonderland, leaped onto the enemy ship, her graceful yet determined movements catching the enemy crew off guard. "Off with your metric system!" she exclaimed with a flourish, her words laced with whimsy as she deftly disarmed the bewildered crew.

Meanwhile, Ender swung across on a rope, his pirate hat askew, and landed on the enemy ship with a roar that sent shivers down the spines of the crew. "Prepare to be measured in doubloons and plunder!" he declared, his booming laughter mingling with the sounds of the scuffle.

In the midst of the uproar, the pirates and the crew of the Black Skimmer couldn't help but find humor in the absurdity of their plundering escapade. As the metric system measurements were hoisted onto the Black Skimmer, Ender and Alice cheered, their laughter echoing across the waves, blending with the clinking of stolen treasure and the victorious shouts of the crew.

And so, with the metric system measurements in their possession, the Black Skimmer sailed off into the sunset, leaving behind a trail of laughter and mayhem, with Ender and Alice at the helm, ready to embark on their next uproarious adventure.