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The secret of light matter is light How light is stable matter? Eternity of matter is light Stabilized light is matter Eternity of light means there is matter Come the light, make matter Evidence shows matter is in the light Reality makes energy into light showing matter Time equates to space-time makes matter Open eyes that light stabilized is matter Focus on matter is light Light stabilized is matter Insight that energy focuses is light makes matter Glowing light is that shining matter How wild to realize light stabilized matters Time equates to light stabilized its space-time matter

For a court of Ender the pirate last few years were gloom- he was old and had become both unglamorous with a terrible taste for music. The court was bored and desperate for novelty. So in 1710 when the pirate battles started a fresh new pirate of a fifteen-year-old lad named the Claw who was both devilishly handsome and charming had a particularly powerful effect on the ladies within the Troll king’s court. He was witty and cared for politics as few men cared. He saw that the cycle of life was to happen to a glorious 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 wenches laughed when his hands wondered towards places a fifteen-year-old should not have his hands..

The Claw and Ender both teamed up against Talon. So few witches and wizards even know who Talon were or was or is that someone or everyone forgot or forgets him. Why when Ender and Claw finally fight the Talon an ending of sorts happens. What sort of ending? Worlds.. my friend worlds end.

Who is Talon? A statue built by Crete and other islands to wander around the island and protect the isle from well pirates. The problem being tis particular Talon had been bored for some hundreds of years. Why? No one seemed to remember the treasure within the isle. And even the myth stories only hinted. And with hinted myth who would sail to the end of the world to fight something that had not been defeated since.. Well since Homer wrote about him?

You see the Jewish lore even forgot or forgets. How many tales are there of Solomon? Was he thrown out of his court for three months? Seven years? A life time only to die upon returning to his kingdom? And this particular Talon. Why to be specific Talon123 was a warning beckon to those of a past. What sort of past? Jewish lore earth has been lived on seven times.. In yet that is a lie. However Talon knew that. And Ender? Well, he had heard of the tales in cafe Shi. Him and his bear cook had lived among the Chinos and their evilness had rubbed off sort of. Meaning? Their desire to rule the worlds however to do that they had to kill everyone on it. How? By depopulating the worlds with in that time it was called a common cold. Evilness to realize they sterilized everyone with a common cold. In yet, the truth has some come knowledge. Wild.

So off the two pirates sailed towards the isle not Crete as known today on this world but a Crete at the edge of the world. You have heard of it. It is where the original Crete came from once they had their island destroyed. There they encountered the Talon. Or more specific Talon123. For you see this is not the real world any more. This like some dream is being played out like Westworld over and over again until a scenario where people might live without bonds of the story of God might play out. They sailed the black skimmer to the ends of the world and there encountered Talon. He was playing with a coconut. Which in promptly threw at the Black skimmer nailing ender the pirate in the head. Claw and Talon battled for a time before Talon sat on him and started to discuss the reality of being stuck in time for a long time in what today is most likly called a freezer or to those f the religious sort hell. Each night and day he was stuck between worlds going from one to another. Bored really Talon went on a long rant about how he missed food. The claw having invited a new breaded open faced sandwich asked if he wanted some and Talon said pizza or please and that is how pizza got its name. Ted Seaman the coconut story continues Marie Diehl doubt if you read Ender adventures because well I have not written any in a long long time.

So Claw being sat upon by Talon had to listen. He first had to listen to questions..


Ender the pirate having been hit with a coconut was dazed from Talon. The giant statue that guarded what was left of the original Crete at the end of the world. Lets be honest so few people remember the world as it use to be. North America above Europe, South America to the side of Africa. The Nigera falls flowing right into the Mediterranean basin forming around the garden of Eden a oasis of water feeding into what is now called Syria via the Black Sea which was all about 800 feet lower at that time in history when the real Crete existed and the end of the world? Well, believe it or not was close to Ekalaka Montana also knew in the past as where hell could be viewed because most the residence were escapees from hell. shh that last part is a secret few people know even today. Any ways Ender the pirate was listening to Talon discuss how the rivers of the Nigeria falls use to flow into the great Mediterranean before the great quake that split continents and moved them far and wide. Claw for his past being sat on by a statue of Talon was more or less captured and had to listen to tales that if were told no one would believe them anyways. How pirates of old had tried to capture the great Crete empire also known to some as Atlantis. How in the end ancient empire Tyre turned into a an island due to fighting the Persians had used magic or words to cause the final downfall of Atlantis via the Chaldeans. People remember their mythology on how Alexander the Great had conquered both empires a long time ago in yet their later stories tend to be forgotten. Ender was quite taken back. The guardian noticing Ender was up from his knock on the head with a coconut looked askingly as if . Do you really want to fight? Instead Ender just sat and listened. Sending Liz the dragon upon a quest that was something of a mystery even to the narrator of this story.

So Ender, the Claw, and Talon sat while Ender indicated for the bear to serve some triago.  Spice wine, tripled distilled from Kim Shine a horror queen once upon a story time.  The wine was strong.  The dreams came fast.  For a time Ender dreamed he watched the mountains move around him like they had done once before.  That tale was told a long long time ago.. So few people listen.

Talon got off the claw after assurance of discord and parley and so forth were given.  Talon was something so few recall.  The original creators setting them up to warn of attacks or to warn those left to flee or what ever it was suppose to happen.  That none were there or none knew of the warning Talon begin to discuss the events he had seen.

And years past.  Lets be honest hundreds of years.  He talked about a past future tense past.  One where to him life was a tree of life and time was nothing more than a moment in yet years past.

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He talked of bears and their legions fighting what people consider Gods these days.

Of their flight after a interesting plunder raid in which a book had been stolen and hidden.

He spoke of time travelers and places.Talon grabbed the two and made them into time traveler took the pirates.  So they could watch the dead reanimated for a day and night before going on. The question on the travelers mind is to realize that all those he is seeing and interacting with are dead. To be a closed time curved traveler meant to travel backwards in time. The amount of time however was so much of an oddity he had to figure the calculations. From 2013 at a 6.5 billion year old earth which would run into the next galaxy in 365000 years to an earth that had shrunk size wise, supposedly 4.5 billion years however the sun was red behind the mirror making the earth closer to 6 to 10 billion per the color spectrum of the life of a star. Also the galaxy won't hit this galaxy for 4.5 billion years making his time in the deep freezer something short of 5 billion years. Made his head hurt when he realized that his soul must choice to forget this is the past. This is not a future. The future traveler had seen. the earth on the outer edge of Sagittarius was now stepping outside of the galaxy for the next 7 to 12 years to be fried by the xrays of the universe. The other problem was the rapture. To lose from may 19 2016 to May 20 2016 1.3 billion people was a bit much .

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Watching hell reanimate for a time each day and night was not so much fun for while the freezer was like a day and night for those operating hell. It was billions of years for the travelers.  And well the two pirates and the Talon became one after a time.

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dreaming a little dream with me. Ender the pirate sets sail towards that arr yonder dream.. watching walking dead realizing pirates was much better than this because the enemy could actual talk back.. then again zombie cook book what would it be like.. brains brains..

come join a singing crew

tell a tall tale

or

write poetry too

along the way

we b pirates

of course plunder

and

fight all day

resume..

pirate poetry

i know itis silly 2 say

really i just enjoy silly ways

as of today

trading 2 facebook ways

enough with poetry on myspace ways

experience

kidnap doll from little girl

ravaged refrigator for soda and chips

sailed a shopping cart once upon a time

skooling

certify able been there done that

ben 2 the second grade twice

hobbies

waking up to smell the flowers

long walks with myself and my thoughts

references depends on the day and whom i am talking too

ooking for crew

how many doesnt mater

how is the pay for the crew

as long as u add me i pay

do as i say

oh ooking for crew to day

like missing to day

l was missing this way

a dollar you say

real coin to day

always

do I say thoughts of a dollar to day

ah a poem in any way

you say only a dollar a day

On the road to be crazy, I passed that sign in 2014. It was driving on a single-lane highway until May 2016 when a spell sort of caught up with me and dragged me into parallel worlds. These past two weeks have been an oddity in of itself. Emergency-room ward for 15 through 18. I visited a city that I knew where to get a comic book, movie, and food. Now the movie places are gone, the comic book store gone, three out of four bookstores gone. East and west changed enough that I know I am not from here. The movie's theaters is gone. The one left is facing the wrong direction to where I knew it to be. Now the oddities beyond. I found a book I read in my world. I knew if far to Midland meaning I knew parts of it pretty well. Here the changes are so awe inspiring I started reading in depth. The difference between in depth and a glance I can usually read a book within a day. This is day four, and the changes are so mind boggling that I have had to set the freaking book down and remember my world beyond this world. Example which the smallest this book says Adolf Hitler has blue eyes. The timeline also holds three keys which I remember following up in my world. Sort of a lost Indiana Jones adventure with books. Here the story has changed so much that I am wondering. Meaning I know in November 2015, I was offered this trip and refused. Called a government agent and shut down my account from November 2015 to April. I went back to play pirates of things and May 18th was kidnapped to a world where there were 6 billion people versus here 7.5 billion people or the 8.5 billion I knew about. Baseline my world was 8.5 billion. The 8th billionth person a baby girl in India given a free ride to college once she has grown up as a birthday gift for being declared the 8th billion person in 2014. So driving towards crazy ville. What is the point? In my timeline, I knew of items of power. Here I have been given the chances to take four items. Now the latest item of power being offered or shown to me is not what I wanted. The lantern over women, likeable, nevertheless, I do not want a harem of women. The book of power for gambling and cartoons again nice but it does few expectations nor my desire. A scroll of the dragon seemed less powerful then the gambling book. A deck of evil cards causing people to do what I want... well I am not into mental rape. This last item being offered or spear destiny as the y call it. The story has changed so much I am wondering if I failed greatly. Meaning I do not recall being a wizard, or person of evil intent. Meaning I like to read. Some of the most interesting items to read are those that historical and in my past life or in this mind, I recalled they were fiction. That Solo mons statements that noting is new under the sun or all stories are truthful about me is wildly not what I expected. Evil exists here. However, the story has changed enough. Beyond being offered this, I also have noticed that microwave towers are on. I am watching people grow to hate each other. The slightest word or tones of voice and people are about to come to blows. You say I am nuts. Girl If I could find the squirrel, I would gladly leave to mad hatter world. That I am watching the end of the world. Awkward. When I tell people, I am not from here. The people that did not laugh were the followers of the bright star. Cheyenne. Evil is this world. Anyway does anyone want to rule the world. All I wanted was a good book to read and not the complete rationale as to why I am here. You say you have found a book on it. yep. The book has changed sufficiently and has enough not coded but missing from my world to this world that i can see a rationale. Let us see if I find it on May 31. What else. Billings I went to a Bernie Sanders show the congressman here. I can honestly now say I do not like Bernie. Anyone can point out a flaw. What is his solution that I had to listen to other change ideologies for communism, I did not hear anything I liked? And since I do not want to murder people, he is a bit more batty here then in my world.

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The end to this age is something to watch. Discernment is not what I expected. Meaning I am watching time slip by and the majority of the world cares nothing about their impeding doom. That said seeing history change along with time is something for this space time traveler.

Gambling on life is an oddity. The odds are you will not get out alive. Provided that we are reborn, what, then a relearning of the lesson not remembered. What if this is all, you get. And the lesson is we all should like more Cow Bells.

Some reality is stranger than fiction. Take the Mandela effect or Berenstain or Berenstein bears for an example. Individuals with complete memories of a distinctive world geographically, historically, and unusual personal stories from the reality shown today.

This is a tale of one such individual. We will call him Clinton R. Siegle from La Paz, Bolivia currently. He remembers living in a world where South America was directly below North America. His memory is good enough to point out that Hillary Clinton has similar memories of Abe Lincoln being a senator of the United States of America. His whole-life changes per memory of what is really on this world versus what he remembers on a different world.

His examples are quite interesting for his sun, which was yellow up to May 18th, 2016 did not have a space fence around like our world has now. He remembers different stars, and living on the right arm of the Milky Way at the very edge of the galaxy. He remembers that Japan was to the east of China not Korea. His descriptions are believable enough that some other people are questioning their reality at times.

He provides a long list of items he knew on his world. Like where was the heart, he points to the left side across the chest not left center of the chest. He remembers a larger US of A with 365 million citizens. When asked about the discrepancies, he points to other historical changes, he remembers example the American Civil War only having half a million dead versus a million on this world. He figures that half a million people ancestries dying was the cause of 43 million less US citizens.

What makes this fictional story even more believable is this that he can find photos and historical items to prove his memory and disprove that our reality is the only one. Example Ford brand without a q at the end of the F, Sex in the City versus Sex and the City, Volvo without the male symbol, Sugar Smacks versus Honey Smacks, and memories of different recorded events. He is believable fiction. For if there were parallel worlds would not there be more travel than a lone nut in La Paz, Bolivia.

That said Clinton R. Siegle aligned world is even more unique in that his fiction has caused some readers of his blogs, and Facebook to believe in a different reality. He points to the Bible and ends times where the bible states that in the complete times and seasons will be changed. He asks those that believe to pray for God, Christ, himself, and every Christian to follow Christ, repent from their sins, believe, be decent do good, and hope in that humanity end is pleasant and not bad.


What is a great read or a best-seller in this day and age? That read or bestseller is the elusive Unicorn to bring memories to the readers from a writer writing something worth reading. To write like one in a million or in this era one in a billion is the desire of any writer. To be an author that is noted for wit, intellect, and whose prose turns paper worth pennies into spun written gold. The works of old studied hard and read anew and over again. The word's meanings dancing like a unicorn across the imagery of the mind. Spelling grammar all fine and dandy but meaning something meriting thought taking a process of concepts and writing something worth writing to the reader. That is the unicorn that is the spun gold from the writer's pen of ink. The thinking process, which brings forth an idea that transforms a generation from a longing missed heartfelt romance to a wounded vet coming home to nothing. What prophecies are forthcoming what adventures are developing from colonizing the ocean to spacecrafts reaching for the stars.

The great books' history books or prose and poetry call the imagination the scenes which cannot be seen. Call to the Unicorn of memories fought for bleed for written for. What greatness our age has to be called upon to show forth new ideas of nanotechnology, computerization of the business process, of wars fought not physically but with empires totally within the minds of people worth thinking about daily. Those are the great reads. The thoughts and ideas worth remembering are there if only an inordinate writer could describe the elusiveness of the ether liquid turning solid ideas into liquid ink back to firm written material.

The Unicorn myth is there because not all the readers can find the well inscribed words of a great writer. Depository libraries filled with books upon books a process, lacking imagination, schools filled with students, lacking reading. The Unicorn of this and future generation is here just lost between the solid world and the imaginary. The writer is writing, but the reader has let the critics tell them what is great read versus finding for themselves that moment when "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn" becomes something worth reading versus waiting for the movie. The Unicorn is not dead it is in hiding awaiting for the imagination of another great age to take hold and make books something more than doorstops.

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