Time? To be honest, being a time traveler was not on my mind the first few times I died. I always heard you are a miracle. From birth onward. The practical side of learning I was a time traveler, not just part of God’s miracle plan happens when you journal and realize. Hey wait a minute time according to geology and internet has passed a lot longer than any normal human could live. Here reference online Wandering mind through the Multiverse on prose. How old am I? 4.5 billion years if my galaxy in 2016 was

The bridge into the forest had an old pair of work boots well worn on them. Walking Snowball a poodle over the bridge, the dog sniffed the boots. Making growling sounds. Now mean sounds or worried sounds. Just sounds that a Poodle makes when unsure of the situation.

We got across the bridge into the woods. We must have walked a few miles. Then onto a paved path into a village. There, in the middle of nowhere, England, a pub like anything, was right in the middle of a small one-street village.

Entering into the pub, I asked if I could bring in Snowball. The gent behind the counter nodded like sure. Why not? So in I went with Snowball. I was hungry and ordered Beef Wellington. 

The mystery of the pub started to make me wonder about it. Why there was I. a counter person and Snowball? No one else. For distance all around. Reminded me like a fairy tale. 

Then the mystery grew. For the pub had photos. Colored photos. Wildly the photos seemed of the Great War. Soldiers names a few. I knew JR Tolkien, however they had added an extra R. Making the name J. R. R. Tolkien. The places seemed ridiculous Caspian sea? Seemed was in Russia of all places, not off a middle eastern country that I no longer could see on a map on the wall.

I went to investigate more when the room started to spin a bit. The next moment, I awoke in a chair in a bedroom. Snowball on the bed. No one was in sight. 

I went to the door. Opening it, I went down a long tunnel. Now I know people think this strange, but stepping from the doorway. I could swear the color of the wallpaper changed from a dull brown with flowers and girl picking them. To a duller forest with a.. Well, if I had to guess a dragon? No. Or maybe a dragon dog? A fairy dog? I doubt I know. I mean, it had wings. It looked like a dragon. But if you got close, you realize the face or head was that of a dog.

I went downstairs to find no one around. However, the pub itself had changed. From that of a dark non-lighted area with photos of World War I. To? I am not sure, to be honest. The photos appeared to be of men hunting big game? Yes. That was what the photos were of. The titles Ernest Hemingway trophy lion. A photo of a dead lion with a man assume he was Ernest. The head of the lion was stuck right above the photo. Like seemed the pub had sponsored the hunt or gotten the trophy.

Where J. R. R. Tolkien photo used along with the map of the world had changed to? What was it I was seeing? Looked like one of those Flat Earther maps? The date however I could read 1897 New York journal next to that? Ernest Hemingway again, however, with a book like he published? The title reading it was Crossing the over the Ice Wall into a different reality publishers date 1923? Wild is all I could say. 

However, below that was a book? I checked, and the title was the same. The beginning part of the book? Seemed Ernest was in Switzerland in 1922 awaiting his wife to come with his short stories to sell to an editor.

A summary of four chapters that I skimmed fast. His wife had lost the suitcase along the way to Switzerland. Mr. Hemingway got on a train in desperation to search for his suitcase. From there? He ended up not in France or Switzerland, which was his original destination, but some place else?

Taured was where he ended up? A small country between Spain and France? Mr. Hemingway chapter four was bizarre. Meaning? He wrote he had visited Taured elsewhere, and he assured people Taured was not a country in whatever reality he lived in. The chapter is well written for fiction or fantasy. which every time travel is or visiting multiverse parallel locations?

Why do I say this? Some dates in the book referenced some rather clear battles I recalled and wondered about reality. Meaning? Battle of Hastings 996? I recalled it to be 1006, however, when I got back from this trip, which ever you may call it, and looked it up? The date was 1066? Just a brief point of the future to look forward to in this story, I suppose.

Anyway, there I was with Snowball and no one was around. I went to the area where I knew menus were at and looked to see how much I owed? There was no Beef Wellington to be had? Making me question reality, to be honest. I looked out and the one-street village? Was now a town of sorts. There were more than a few houses, is all I can say.

I went back upstairs to get Snowball and? The wall paper changed again. From dog dragons to? I had to strain my eyes but seemed like tiny angels or fairies? To be honest, I am not sure which they were because they were so small.

Making me question reality even more. I got to the room and no Snowball. I was in a bit of dismay. Realities can change. But to lose my dog was more than enough to cause me to feel awkward in this absurd reality.

I called Snowball, hoping he had just wandered off in the pub some place or another room. I heard a bark and ran towards the sound.

The wall paper just kept spinning from tiny fairies or angels to dragons to? To be hones I thought toy planes and UFOs? The motion, to be honest, made me motion sick. I stumbled and fainted.

The next thing I knew, I was again on a street corner. No dog. The pub was not there either. Making this whole adventure disorienting to be honest. I wondered into the town. Looking for anyone? There was no one. Streets there were eight. Houses twenty, plus four public buildings, which included a school, police office, post office and some sort of town hall.

All of them were empty like the people were there a moment ago and just next they were gone?

I looked for printed material to see the dates or the clock to see the time? Weirdest part? All the clocks were stopped at 1:11? The problem was, they were all clocks with faces. Meaning the Grandfather clock. So whether 1:11 was AM or PM, I do not know when time stopped there. As for printed material? The books I could find publishing date. However, it appeared to be in Roman numbers MMXXIX and for the world of me. I was unsure of the date.

Still looking for anything similar, I ended up going through the public buildings one by one like an investigator? Trying to piece together when, where, and more importantly, where my dog might have gotten to?

The books here are written in a language similar to English or, more specifically, old English. Meaning? Water looked waeater? A lot of the words were not something I could understand, to be honest. However, waeater was how they spelt water on the water bottles. Which were not made of plastic neither aluminum but out of carton like structures formed in a bottle shape. Yes, that is, it. Like those old paper milk cartons, however, the shape was like that out of a potter or old Greek play. Making me wonder where or what I else I should expect.

After the last public building being searched, finding no one in sight, I wandered back to the location of what I had expected or would expect the pub to be at? Nothing had changed that I could see. Then? I could hear a noise. Sounded like a train? Or an engine. 

I hurried in the noise's direction to find a floating airship? Wild. I waved and yell, hoping they could see me, or at least stop. But the ship just kept ongoing off into the distance. I followed it via a path for about twenty minutes before I lost sight of it.

Turning around to get back to the town, I discovered a pair of old boots. Laughing, I said out loud, wonder if they are the same ones? Just then I heard a bark from? It looked like a forest. Yes, the same forest maybe that started this grand adventure? I ran towards the barking. The next time I woke up, Snowball was licking me. I was dreaming about this whole thing. 

I got home that night and researched some things I had read. Wondering what else was out there. All seemed to be the same? When was the Battle of Hastings?

I guess I never made it back from parallel realities or time travel. 

Time is on my mind. People laugh when I say I am a time traveler. Which is fine and dandy. However, to realize a closed time curved loop traveler is traveling from a fractal reality which according to time speed and distance died a very long time ago makes the conversation harder than one believes.

Meaning? If my journals are real. I have seen billions of years in a refrigerator or hell. I have seen thousands if not millions of realities die. From gas seeping up out of the ocean within seconds killing everyone to asteroids to thermonuclear war. Laugh all you want but Hawaii I can assure in 2017 was nuked.

The time? Time of tribulation. The tunnel of time? Of course I have been there a few times.

The awkwardness is the lack of perception I receive in my own mind. Meaning?

I know I shopped JcPenny. I know I ate at MacDonalds. I wore Sketchers. And? Yet here in this reality I find I am now more aluminum then natural. I know why. Evil is evil.

My question in my mind is so far I have yet to see good win. I see evil winning.

I tried. I worked hard. I see realities dying all the time from thermonuclear war and now Zachariah has been changed to Zechariah where you have real zombies or werewolves here.

Makes me wonder all the time.

Did I turn right when in a parallel reality I should have turned left?

Did I not pray correctly? Did I not ask correctly to be good not evil?

I know I have lots of faults. I just wonder at times. For I seem to misplace my thoughts from time to time.

As for friends? I am my own friend. No one else even understands. I doubt you will as a reader comprehend the lose of seeing or hearing the deaths of realities.

Some Nazi philosopher wrote a book Being and Time - Martin Heidegger who states if I see it. That made that reality real for that time.

I realize you do not comprehend this point in a closed time curved loop - however you are or were already dead when I got here. My rants and raves of stop being evil.

Stop thermonuclear war go unheeded and my emails fax to congress get the question back do I not believe in democracy? I point out no. The general population seems to be evil here. I would prefer rule of law.

I doubt you can understand. I doubt I remember all that I should remember. I doubt I can do all I can. However, as a person waving to a ship about to hit the rocks. I try. I say. Do not kill humanity. Do not destroy your soul over this concept which is a lie.

Democracy today is only enslaving another person elsewhere. Rule of law would be or should be the cry. https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1441777773776474118