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a multiverse tale

CLINTON SIEGLE·SATURDAY, AUGUST 13, 20167 Reads

I am writing this as speculative fiction. Even though parts of this story are true just listen there may be a part in this story for you. The oddity of life and story telling is something different. If you are expecting a hero in this story, I have yet to meet one. On May 18th of 2016, my biggest thought for adventure was to finish a translation of a book of poems from Spanish and Aymara into English. My goal being disabled, blind, was to win a poetry prize for translating with permission from the author a Bolivian poetry book. On May 19th, something occurred, which changed my life totally. I awoke in my normal way and was told. I was taking my mother in law to the doctors for chemotherapy. This was new and noise to me. Meaning there were arguments and discussion with the kids whom I could hear but hadn´t an idea about, What. This was not my plan for the day. However, being me, I got up and proceeded to shower, and get dressed. My first clue as not being awakened in my universe was when I was given my socks. They were new to me. To those that do not understand, I am a lonely person. My computer, dog, and socks are often all I have in this world to keep me sane. Anyway, the conversation went on something like this. When did I get new socks? Reply from a woman who is my body´s wife you have always had them. I did not understand and said as much. Going outside to catch a van to downtown hospital I was in for a complete surprise. There were many vans, and older but newer vans. You see in my reality, and universe, there are fewer vans. The driving time for our appointment was longer, and the inside of the van could fit 17 people comfortable. I did not understand. In my world, it is always crowded and at most 12 people could fit into the van. We got to the hospital, and like the week before I went to sit. There was a paper wall which had been set up. The lights were turned on, and the waiting room was full. To clarify in my world, I had been going to these appointments for three weeks, and the waiting room has always been empty and dark. Meaning being blind and having an eye problems with light, I could accept the darkness now with a waiting room full of expecting mothers, nevertheless, instead of being alone. I was more than a bit confused. I sat down and was in a marvel at what I saw. The number of women pregnant and seemly beautiful in Bolivia was highly increased. Not saying I am from an ugly planet but to be honest yes. There are exceptions to everything but that day. Bolivian women were exceptionally beautiful. I watched in fascination the lines and lights along with a new room that appeared to be a pre natal ward being opened where only a dark room was before. I could not believe this. I thought I must be sleeping or well; nothing wrong was going on so who cares. I watched in fascination the lines and lights along with a new room that appeared to be a pre natal ward being opened where only a dark room was before. I could not believe this. I thought I must be sleeping or well; nothing wrong was going on so who cares. My mother in law showed up. We left early. In the street, we had some difficulty. The taxi drivers wanted 15 Bolivianos instead of 10 Bolivianos, which were the normal price for a ride from there to the US embassy. You say 87 cents. What is the big deal? It is a big deal to my mother in law. We argued with five different taxi drivers before she paid, and we went to the embassy. At the embassy, I was about to panic a bit more. Instead of a nice broad ten story building, I was confronted getting out of the taxi with a 13 story building narrow and not wide. The windows instead of being wide and welcoming were narrow and like arrow ports of a castle. I know you are thinking what is the big deal you miscounted and windows versus narrow windows easily to mistake. In my universe, we live on the ring of volcanos and the highest structure in La Paz is limited by law due to the earth quakes to nothing above a certain height. Which all the building that I could see broke at that moment. Going into my appointment, I was in for a surprise. My therapist office decor. Was all switched? Instead of a light blue, I was staring at a dark-red office. You say she could have bought all new furniture. I felt like you for a moment. Then I sat down and looked at the seat. This was my fifteenth time there, and the seat cover had a hole in it. You know the one. You look at when you are bored and wonder how did it ever get there. Well thinking that she got all new furniture I looked. The hole was there. A practically perfect match nearly. To say that I was a bit nervious is to say the least. I practice a form of mediation, which helped me survive some nearly impossible life situation which I will talk about later. At that moment even that was a bit more than I could handle. You know how your stomach clenches tight, and your body feels like it is out of place. That was me. I am not a hero. I live for stories, and reading what adventure was I going to have here in this new world. After my mother in laws had had her turn it was my turn for therapy for my stump. Now in Bolivia, I am told to do this and that. Meaning life for a partially blind white guy from Lame Deer, Montana is pretty simple. You do what you are told and life continues, and it had been getting better. Now in my world, satire is my life. No one understood me, but I could be whom I was and no one pestered me. Nor was my joking unacceptable to people. Meaning I wore them down with a constant way of being truthful but in a satirical way. Being unsure what to do I was me. Now I am not so sure about that day or person who helped me this being her sixteenth time, but we laughed; we joked, and I thought all was good. I said you have to know me to understand me but after leaving that place my mother in law took me aside and told me, in no uncertain terms, I was not to do what I exactly did. Since I had just done what I normally did I was totally unprepared to be told by a lovely mother in law that I had hurt her feelings and such. We then went behind the US embassy which was cemented walls with iron fence gated on top of it. If you are from my world, you would understand the statement I just made, makes no sense whatever. We are the US. We fear no one. To hide behind a cement wall yes, but to put up an additional seven-foot iron fence for what purpose, we own the world. We fear no one. Getting behind the embassy we had problems catching a taxi home. Evidently, what had cost me personal last week 15 BS and my mother in law remembering it cost her 10 BS now cost us 18 BS after arguing with three taxi drivers. Getting home I called my dog. Now Ben is a great dog, knows a lot of tricks and comes when called. This dog did not come to me. He ignored me and went to his mother who called him Pancho for a Sancho Panza Don Quixote sidekick. You ask how do I know. I had to ask her why Pancho. The answer Dan Quixote friend of course being informed by my body´s wife. Now at this time, I did not know my body´s wife, and I was not enjoying each other company. In my world, I could kiss my wife and smack her ass, and she would laugh with a laughter that I enjoyed hearing. The look that woman gave me was something between mean, and somewhere between what was I doing. That was not the last of it either. After a bit I got a scolding. Now this is new to me, my old wife not; this one knew what I would do but this one did not seem to realize anything. My mother in law talked to her, and I got in trouble about being who I am. I sat watched calm, cool, collectively. I had to think before acting for something was not right. I quietly went into my room. I read a book that I have read a few dozen times before, but the great quotes that I enjoyed seemed to be missing. Meaning my book was missing meaning. To those that knew me in high school, this should bring out some idea of how confusing this is. During high school to keep from going insane, I read a book a day usually while going to class, playing sports, and riding a bus an hour and 15 minutes each day. That I was more concerned about my book changing then anything else that day should put you in a reference as to who I was prior to this day. The wife of the body I was in came in and said something was wrong and moved me into my kid’s room upstairs from being downstairs in my room prior to me going to sleep. Awaken May 20th with screaming from that day’s wife yelling at the kids to find stuff to get ready to go to school. To recount yesterday I heard the noises but did not understand the rationale. Today the kids evidently did not put the backpacks in their places, forgot to pack their homework, and were missing school shoes. I apparently missed this from May 19 the reason why people were being yelled at. This made no sense to me. My kids put their stuff away and kept their rooms and clothes neat due to my wife being like a drill Sargent. The kids room that I had fallen asleep in the night before paint and room pictures had changed also. Exactly what changed. The paint color, a Precious Moment framed picture had moved, and instead of bears playing with hearts on the wallpaper, the bears were playing with a ball.Now, this is a recollection that I did not write down on paper, but I was again told. I was going to the hospital with my mother in law for her chemo treatment. Now I was confused this being a once a week occurrence I did not understand and told that day´s wife that. She said live with it basically, and I got prepared to go. Thinking I must have dreamed of the day before I got ready, but I was upstairs and not down so I had to wait for a while for things to clear out and be ready to go. Now that day the buses were old like I remembered and new but more numerous than the day before. I started looking around the normal route instead of talking with my mother in law like I had done the day in the past. I noticed things that could not be in my universe. You ask what things cannot be in my universe but were there; Buildings, roads, and more people. The day before I had not been paying attention, but today I saw new buildings on the route but their location in my timeframe or universe where were wrong and impossible. An example is the telefairco which is a giant like lift from the top of Alto to La Paz. In my world station which I saw that day was twice its size and the cables were supported by four support poles going towards the Alto. In my universe, there were only two. The additional two support poles could not have existed where they were because there was no land or supporting structure there for them to be placed on. Meaning the whole earth gained almost 50 percent more in structures and space then in my universe. You say that is silly. I agree, and I did not understand the significance of it until a few weeks later. That day I walked into the hospital again, and it had changed. You ask how. The paper wall changed from being white and advertising about flu shots being about the size of five feet wide by four feet high. To a paper wall to being blue and g green advertising about a bug the size seven feet high and eight feet wide. You asked how do I know. I stepped it out with my feet the new wall while I waited. You say advertisement changes all the time. Maybe in the United States but I am in Bolivia. I asked the nurse what happened to the wall. She said what old wall and that the current advertisement had been put up three weeks ago. Continuing the day I did not get to go to the embassy but did get to go to a cafe and eat. The taste of the bread was bitter. I noticed. I also noticed that the buildings were higher than yesterday. This was new to me. I asked about things again, and my mother in law thought I was nuts. After eating then taxi ride home, which cost more than before I noticed a new station for the telefairco. I asked when did that get there and was told it has always been there. I just shivered meaning my body precisely was trembling, upon getting home my dog did not like me. You say how do you know. He growled at me. For that to happen either I am a stranger, or he is nuts. My wife made an appointment for me to go to the doctors there and then after I asked. We went. This is the last day that my wife would ever talk to me about her life still to this day. I told her that I was not from there. I told some secrets that I knew she did not know I knew. She was shocked. At the doctor’s office, I spoke English to the doctor. This being Bolivia my wife told me to speak Spanish because the doctor did not speak English. I told her he spoke perfectly good English three weeks prior to this visit. The argument continued until the doctor gave me an appointment for blood, urine, and an x ray scan due to my insistence that something was wrong. We left, the office and my wife was very upset with me. I then noticed my favorite place to eat was close by and tried to get to stop there to eat there. To say my wife is wonderful at times is nice we went in. The menus were old, but the prices were different. I normally pay 50 BS for a steak dinner about 8 dollars with a Danish. That day I paid 73 BS. The prices went up. That night I stayed up to see if something happened to me at night. I passed out around 1 AM and awoke in a different room. You ask how do I know. The color was the same; wallpaper the same, but the Precisou Moment picture had moved three feet from where it had hung the day before and a total of five feet from when I started looking at it on Thursday. That day I lost my vision in my right eye. Why who knows Why. I could see perfectly one moment and the next morning nothing. My left eye was bleeding so I couldn´t see much from that eye either, but I could get around. That night I watched television. The Simpsons, and Wayward Pines both were not from my universe. On the Simpsons Bart was concerned with taking a standardized test, and if he did not pass destroying Springfield. If you are from my universe that statement just reads wrong. Wayward Pines, I had watched the first season and from my recollection, it had been canceled with less than 2 percent share from Nelson’s rating agency meaning no one watched it, unless they were bored. That day not being able to go anywhere I was confined to my room. I wrote 10 people on Facebook asking them what was going on. Only one of them replied to my questions. That exceptional one was on Linkedin. That conversation I provide in whole on cosmofunnel if you are interested. Peter has been a friend since 1991. I have followed his career and have known of him and his family for 25 years. The point being his last name changed. You say he is government, and he can choice to use a different email name. That would be well and good but when I knew him in my universe, he was forced by the Navy to create the account using his Navy email name. So what. His last name was part of his email address. The person on May 22 that answered my email last name was changed and different. What do I mean I mean an U instead of an O in a military email requires a lot of work in my world. That was when I realized what I was seeing was not a changing world, but I was changing. I guess what made the point driven home is certain parts of my body, scares, and my belly button. All different. Welcome to my realization that I was in a multiverse. Since I was home and not going anywhere I started to search on the Internet more and ask questions. The next morning Sunday May 23 my search came up with CERN and their system being shut down do to a Morasse running across it and burning out three million dollars worth of cables. Since my universe, certain magic spells work. I cast one against who ever caused me this pain. Until I am paid financially back that spell will continue to work against whomever has done me wrong specifically even in death until I say so. I also wrote about my experience on what was going on in my life on cosmofunnel. Facebook then banned me from writing on Facebook, and I could not get back on Cosmofunnel until after Bernie Sanders lost the primaries specifically in New Jersery. The hour New Jersey polls closed Facebook decided I was who I was. The timeframe between that. I will write about it here, but I have to say it has to be fictional. Meaning the dream was vivid enough, I recall touching and feeling things. In most of my dreams, I do not recall that, and I do not dream much anymore. I fall asleep and am awoken by my dog to get him out to go to the bathroom. May 24 I awoke and went downstairs to have breakfast. Instead, I was greeted with breakfast in bed. I did not want to get in the way, so I took breakfast and was calm. My labs were ordered by the doctor, and I went to the appointments, urine, blood, and an x ray. My wife being a radiologist doctor looked at the x-rays and joked about everything being okay with my head the urine and blood tests were taken and off we went home. I was amazed. The streets were full of cars. You say what do you expect. I expect taxis and van buses. The ownership of cars is a bit of a luxury that I was seeing the majority of them being Volkswagens, Toyotas, and Nissans. The first truly panic attack occurred going home. I am not sure if I missed this on the initial day or was just not paying attention at all. A whole mountain was gone. Illimani was nowhere to be found. I was a bit excited and demanded to know where the explicit word here did they misplace a mountain at. My wife at that time was a bit nicer and explained that the mountain could only be seen higher up, and it was over three ridges. That night I went to sleep in the dark hugging the dog. The only reason I had married this lady to begin with were the stories I told about our travels and trips. If Illamini was not there where was it, we walked to that mountain for three days in 1997. May 25 to May 30 is where I left off. I dreamt that night and the following nights and did not get out of bed. The first night was an awful dream. I took in 2001 a position with Halliburton why I do not know. In my reality, I interviewed with them and got the acceptance letter but did not go with them because my wife threatened to divorce me if I went to Iraq. Anyway, I was working accounting and was to do an audit on a CDC DOD complex north of New Orleans classification ultra something. It did not make sense in my reality; I was given clearance for missiles and defense agency clearance red blue meaning I could go into a skiff room, but I could not talk with the person. I arrived August 2005 and was about to go in when a major friend of mine from the university shows up. He asks if I have gone in, and I said no. I am taken into a tent near by and physically told to do several tests in a clean room set up in the middle of marsh area that had just to be cleared and the tent setup. The doctor wanted to keep me. My friend tells me to get out of here. He clears me. And I am evacuated out by truck. As I am going out of the area, I can see other people being physically being forced pushed into barrels because they were alive into the barrels and being shut in. Now I know this was a dream. However, I also know I am shivering while I am telling you this. During this time, Mandela effect came up in my searchs on the internet. I watched and wrote comments and tried to understand what they were saying. . For a few nights, I dreamed of a whole universe where from 2005 to 2007 a zombie virus was out of control. I had, for some reason, been evacuated to Missoula Montana being from Montana; I felt safe. My last recollection of that story or dream or other universe was seeing a cousin walking towards her and trying to bite her. The exact experience sends shivers of sensual pleasure through me as I think about it. Disgusting. I was or am a conspiracy nut in my universe. Katrina hit Augsut 11th, 2003 in my timeframe. In my universe, the conspiracy was a level seven DoD virology lab complex had a breach and that a weather satellite had called up the hurricane while a fire or burn campaign happened to destroy anything on the ground prior to sterilizing the whole area hundred miles around it. If that is what life would have been like in 2003 if George Bush did not blow the breakers, and dam channels and sterilize first with fire then with the ocean a complex. I do not know. All I can say is my dream sends shivers down my body The best part of having lived in a hospice a few times those dreams did nothing to me but cause me to shiver. The last memory of the dream is me turning in 2007. I wrote it out and reread it a few times. The wording is disturbing enough that I will say the rabies virus causes a sexual sensation a few moments prior to turning and each time biting something alive. Meaning for a few nights all I could see or feel during my sleep was an extreme sexual desire darkness no eyesight and in the morning, my blankets which are seven are thrown across the room from where my bed was and my dog would not sleep with me. Nor did I let him after the first night. Again I believe this to be a nightmare but I do not know. Now you have to realize sometimes things kept on changing while this happened. One day, I was given keys to leave the place. What do I mean? I was there 10 months without keys. Rationale I believe my wife was worried I would run away looking for cookies. This wife was mad at me. I was nearly blind. I think she hoped I got hit by a van. This was May 29th. From May 24 through May 28th, my dreams and vision were like I was blind and in a nightmare. On, May 29th I asked to go somewhere was verbally abused and asked for keys and was given them. I was excited; I still could not see the mountain. So I wandered down the street bought some cookies and saw that all the trees were green. At the end of a six block walk, I found the mountain in a new position. I sat down and counted dogs, cars, and car brands. German cars 11, Toyota 18, Nissans 14 and one Ford while the dogs were all brownish. I ate a whole pack of cookies and watched in amazement a mountain with no cloud cover for the very first time. That night I was invited to the therapist father´s 50th wedding anniversary. Now before May 19th, I knew the city of La Paz well. I could get off in the upper city of Alto and walk all the way Alto Obreras some twelve miles without worrying that I would be lost. That night we went by a disco club that I had danced in. However, there were three new streets leaving that area. We took one of them and there was a whole line of disco and ceremony halls. What was even more interesting was my wife. She was chubby and cute along with being nice to me. Now I know in the morning she was upset with me, but she was changed. We danced for only five hours. Now in my universe, the party just starts after the fifth hour. Here they ate, sang, and danced with the whole thing was over close to midnight. Walking out of the hall, there were half a dozen taxis waiting for people at the corner. Now the club Love City which I knew was some what disruptable but never in my time, had there ever been more than three taxis outside. If I told more of this story I am sure I would be classified as a nut so again I will keep my memories to myself. On, May 30th I am awoken and told, I have to go to the church with my kids because no one else was available. I am excited not having attended their church; I get dressed and walk with them to their church. I sit in the church praying because well I am not sure what else to do. The priest is there talking about the people of the community and stuff. I look around and see a strange sight. Judas is one of the twelve apostles. You say. What. There were twelve apostles with their names written in Spanish as clear as the day for a blind person to read. I waited while the kids went to their Sunday class inside the church people forgot me, and I went to sleep wondering what to do. They eventually had to unlock the church and bring me out because my wife was looking for me. I got home and went to the computer which had been fixed finally. I checked, and one of the conspiracies is Christ prayed so hard that he was replaced by Judas on the cross and never died. June 1st I start looking harder for answers. You might say you can find much of this stuff as under Mandela effect. In my universe no. I do not recognize Mandela. I knew about the Philidelphia experiments and started there because things kept getting weirder. Example that day I went for a walk to see a mountain and count cars Toyato 20 out passed Voskwagen 6 in producing cars and then China Motors 25 out sold or out placed both Japanese 7 and German cars 0 in Bolivia. You say so. You see a curse can only work if someone has harmed you in my reality and world. I was watching Europe being replaced by I believe a Chinese alternate universe. Wild. Anyway, I found Montauk project on June 1st. I wrote everyone of them that night and received a reply from one of them whose real name is else where, and he was a member of Scienctology. His advice was to breath. At this time, my room began to hum constantly. What do I mean I can hear it now that I am typing it is a constant humming. Since June1st, humming in my room can be heard. Anyway, being more curious I asked more questions with only read a book called the ¨White Bat as an answer coming back. Now the answer really did not get me home. So I continued to look. A few of the people died during this time. What do I mean? On June 2nd, a person working on Montauk was a live meaning, he did a presentation on YouTube date was January 2016, and I could find his bio and homepage, I wrote him. Two days later, I went back and the guy’s bio said he died in 2011. I was a bit shocked and more confused then to say the least. So I started to see about the only murder I ever thought was weird was Bob Crane in my universo he died June 1977 of a gun shot wound. That June 2nd that universe Internet said Bob Crane had died in his sleep. June 3rd I noticed a few things and started to look elsewhere for answers. From June 3 through August I wrote a rabbi and a few preachers along with 15 math professors, along with numerious other people on what was going on. Those conversation went on until August when I had had enough of them trying not to answer, but their final answer was, there is only one universe at most two. Since by that time I had seen roughly 54 different universes this did go well with me. And I wrote a comment on cosmofunnel titled The Death of God. By this time, I also wrote 15 math professors asking about multiverse equation and Drake’s equation along with frequency between light and sound. And I wrote a comment on cosmofunnel titled The Death of God. By this time, I also wrote 15 math professors asking about multiverse equation and Drake’s equation along with frequency between light and sound. I only got a reply from a Ms. Lee on facial recognition and from Peter Moon and Duncan Cameron from the Montauik project. Peter Moon did not confirm anything just told me to breath. Duncan after several emails stopped talking to me with a final comment from his assistant whom I am on his prayer list. Ms. Lee research into facial reorganization was a bust in that it only showed a 2 percent additional reorganization and the project had lost its funding or failed to be approved to go on. I have written friends, family, and am completely isolated on the computer at this time. Meaning my search criteria is no longer producing valid results. I wrote some of my personal journals on-line at cosofunnel only to have cosmofunnel cut me off from access, then Facebook, and now I was writing this for my peace of mind. I have been contacted by spiritualist stating something big was going to happen. Forgive me for the past few months. Something large has been happening. Next I was contacted by a person stating the story that all this is a mirror world. Fine I asked more and was given the whole story of Star Gate the movie in my universe. Meaning there are higher spiritual levels, and I was being awoken. Forgive me, I asked a question and the response was enough that I have to look else where to my understanding of the experiences I have been having. You, specifically what ask. Why. If this is a multiverse or mirror reality showing us our doomed non spiritual lives. Then what or why am I at this point. To be awaken was the reply. Oh, good what was my original crime meaning the whole point of being excluded and placed in a material world as they say is some grand punishment. Why. You are awakening, and that is all they would say. Forgive me. What am I awaking? To what? All I can say is, there is a multiverse. My purpose as of yet is not to be a hero but to note what I am seeing, which is where I am at. Now for the speculation part. These statements should cause you to think a moment for it is not illegal to think. First statement there is nothing new under the sun. That is right. I went looking for other options and came away with a few. What does this mean? It means we have or someone has done all this before. Second the opening of CERN portals into other chaos dimensions means we are at a start of a great conflict. We could be the start of a thousand-year war, or thousand years of peace or if your mind is open to the 3rd speculation listen and learn. 3rd speculation using the statement one everything has been done. Let that concept sink in for a moment. If you wonder, this is my third attempt to say this online, and it has failed greatly so far. Repeat the statement nothing new. Try using the first and 3rd statement awaking your thoughts to this. Every story at one point in time was true. You say how can that be. I have not a clue. However, my vivid dream of zombies made me rethink everything. Magic is it possible. Yes, people in France and Switzerland spent millions on Art or drama to dedicate their lives to an abomination. The point being have we lost already. CERN spent millions on drama and art advertising their opening a portal to evil. There has no hero been shown to this author. The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan showed worlds taken over by the chaos. I am wondering after seeing the growth of Nazism, pedophilia in Germany, etc. has evil already taken this world, and I am doomed to watch these worlds deaths.

coming over starting draft third time

CLINTON SIEGLE·THURSDAY, AUGUST 11, 20162 Reads

The oddity of life and story telling is something different. If you are expecting a hero in this story, I have yet to meet one. On May 18th of 2016, my biggest thought for adventure was to finish a translation of a book of poems from Spanish and Aymara into English. My goal being disabled, blind, was to win a poetry prize for translating with permission from the author a Bolivian poetry book. On May 19th, something occurred, which changed my life totally. I awoke in my normal way and was told. I was taking my mother in law to the doctors for chemotherapy. This was new and noise to me. Meaning there were arguments and discussion with the kids whom I could hear but hadn´t an idea about, What. This was not my plan for the day. However, being me, I got up and proceeded to shower, and get dressed. My first clue as not being awakened in my universe was when I was given my socks. They were new to me. To those that do not understand, I am a lonely person. My computer, dog, and socks are often all I have in this world to keep me sane. Anyway, the conversation went on something like this. When did I get new socks? Reply from a woman who is my body´s wife you have always had them. I did not understand and said as much. Going outside to catch a van to downtown hospital I was in for a complete surprise. There were many vans, and older but newer vans. You see in my reality, and universe, there are fewer vans. The driving time for our appointment was longer, and the inside of the van could fit 17 people comfortable. I did not understand. In my world, it is always crowded and at most 12 people could fit into the van. We got to the hospital, and like the week before I went to sit. There was a paper wall which had been set up. The lights were turned on, and the waiting room was full. To clarify in my world, I had been going to these appointments for three weeks, and the waiting room has always been empty and dark. Meaning being blind and having an eye problems with light, I could accept the darkness now with a waiting room full of expecting mothers, nevertheless, instead of being alone. I was more than a bit confused. I sat down and was in a marvel at what I saw. The number of women pregnant and seemly beautiful in Bolivia was highly increased. Not saying I am from an ugly planet but to be honest yes. There are exceptions to everything but that day. Bolivian women were exceptionally beautiful. I watched in fascination the lines and lights along with a new room that appeared to be a pre natal ward being opened where only a dark room was before. I could not believe this. I thought I must be sleeping or well; nothing wrong was going on so who cares. I watched in fascination the lines and lights along with a new room that appeared to be a pre natal ward being opened where only a dark room was before. I could not believe this. I thought I must be sleeping or well; nothing wrong was going on so who cares. My mother in law showed up. We left early. In the street, we had some difficulty. The taxi drivers wanted 15 Bolivianos instead of 10 Bolivianos, which were the normal price for a ride from there to the US embassy. You say 87 cents. What is the big deal? It is a big deal to my mother in law. We argued with five different taxi drivers before she paid, and we went to the embassy. At the embassy, I was about to panic a bit more. Instead of a nice broad ten story building, I was confronted getting out of the taxi with a 13 story building narrow and not wide. The windows instead of being wide and welcoming were narrow and like arrow ports of a castle. I know you are thinking what is the big deal you miscounted and windows versus narrow windows easily to mistake. In my universe, we live on the ring of volcanos and the highest structure in La Paz is limited by law due to the earth quakes to nothing above a certain height. Which all the building that I could see broke at that moment. Going into my appointment, I was in for a surprise. My therapist office decor. Was all switched? Instead of a light blue, I was staring at a dark-red office. You say she could have bought all new furniture. I felt like you for a moment. Then I sat down and looked at the seat. This was my fifteenth time there, and the seat cover had a hole in it. You know the one. You look at when you are bored and wonder how did it ever get there. Well thinking that she got all new furniture I looked. The hole was there. A practically perfect match nearly. To say that I was a bit nervious is to say the least. I practice a form of mediation, which helped me survive some nearly impossible life situation which I will talk about later. At that moment even that was a bit more than I could handle. You know how your stomach clenches tight, and your body feels like it is out of place. That was me. I am not a hero. I live for stories, and reading what adventure was I going to have here in this new world. After my mother in laws had had her turn it was my turn for therapy for my stump. Now in Bolivia, I am told to do this and that. Meaning life for a partially blind white guy from Lame Deer, Montana is pretty simple. You do what you are told and life continues, and it had been getting better. Now in my world, satire is my life. No one understood me, but I could be whom I was and no one pestered me. Nor was my joking unacceptable to people. Meaning I wore them down with a constant way of being truthful but in a satirical way. Being unsure what to do I was me. Now I am not so sure about that day or person who helped me this being her sixteenth time, but we laughed; we joked, and I thought all was good. I said you have to know me to understand me but after leaving that place my mother in law took me aside and told me, in no uncertain terms, I was not to do what I exactly did. Since I had just done what I normally did I was totally unprepared to be told by a lovely mother in law that I had hurt her feelings and such. We then went behind the US embassy which was cemented walls with iron fence gated on top of it. If you are from my world, you would understand the statement I just made, makes no sense whatever. We are the US. We fear no one. To hide behind a cement wall yes, but to put up an additional seven-foot iron fence for what purpose, we own the world. We fear no one. Getting behind the embassy we had problems catching a taxi home. Evidently, what had cost me personal last week 15 BS and my mother in law remembering it cost her 10 BS now cost us 18 BS after arguing with three taxi drivers. Getting home I called my dog. Now Ben is a great dog, knows a lot of tricks and comes when called. This dog did not come to me. He ignored me and went to his mother who called him Pancho for a Sancho Panza Don Quixote sidekick. You ask how do I know. I had to ask her why Pancho. The answer Dan Quixote friend of course being informed by my body´s wife. Now at this time, I did not know my body´s wife, and I was not enjoying each other company. In my world, I could kiss my wife and smack her ass, and she would laugh with a laughter that I enjoyed hearing. The look that woman gave me was something between mean, and somewhere between what was I doing. That was not the last of it either. After a bit I got a scolding. Now this is new to me, my old wife not; this one knew what I would do but this one did not seem to realize anything. My mother in law talked to her, and I got in trouble about being who I am. I sat watched calm, cool, collectively. I had to think before acting for something was not right. I quietly went into my room. I read a book that I have read a few dozen times before, but the great quotes that I enjoyed seemed to be missing. Meaning my book was missing meaning. To those that knew me in high school, this should bring out some idea of how confusing this is. During high school to keep from going insane, I read a book a day usually while going to class, playing sports, and riding a bus an hour and 15 minutes each day. That I was more concerned about my book changing then anything else that day should put you in a reference as to who I was prior to this day. The wife of the body I was in came in and said something was wrong and moved me into my kid’s room upstairs from being downstairs in my room prior to me going to sleep. Awaken May 20th with screaming from that day’s wife yelling at the kids to find stuff to get ready to go to school. To recount yesterday I heard the noises but did not understand the rationale. Today the kids evidently did not put the backpacks in their places, forgot to pack their homework, and were missing school shoes. I apparently missed this from May 19 the reason why people were being yelled at. This made no sense to me. My kids put their stuff away and kept their rooms and clothes neat due to my wife being like a drill Sargent. The kids room that I had fallen asleep in the night before paint and room pictures had changed also. Exactly what changed. The paint color, a Precious Moment framed picture had moved, and instead of bears playing with hearts on the wallpaper, the bears were playing with a ball.Now, this is a recollection that I did not write down on paper, but I was again told. I was going to the hospital with my mother in law for her chemo treatment. Now I was confused this being a once a week occurrence I did not understand and told that day´s wife that. She said live with it basically, and I got prepared to go. Thinking I must have dreamed of the day before I got ready, but I was upstairs and not down so I had to wait for a while for things to clear out and be ready to go. Now that day the buses were old like I remembered and new but more numerous than the day before. I started looking around the normal route instead of talking with my mother in law like I had done the day in the past. I noticed things that could not be in my universe. You ask what things cannot be in my universe but were there; Buildings, roads, and more people. The day before I had not been paying attention, but today I saw new buildings on the route but their location in my timeframe or universe where were wrong and impossible. An example is the telefairco which is a giant like lift from the top of Alto to La Paz. In my world station which I saw that day was twice its size and the cables were supported by four support poles going towards the Alto. In my universe, there were only two. The additional two support poles could not have existed where they were because there was no land or supporting structure there for them to be placed on. Meaning the whole earth gained almost 50 percent more in structures and space then in my universe. You say that is silly. I agree, and I did not understand the significance of it until a few weeks later. That day I walked into the hospital again, and it had changed. You ask how. The paper wall changed from being white and advertising about flu shots being about the size of five feet wide by four feet high. To a paper wall to being blue and g green advertising about a bug the size seven feet high and eight feet wide. You asked how do I know. I stepped it out with my feet the new wall while I waited. You say advertisement changes all the time. Maybe in the United States but I am in Bolivia. I asked the nurse what happened to the wall. She said what old wall and that the current advertisement had been put up three weeks ago. Continuing the day I did not get to go to the embassy but did get to go to a cafe and eat. The taste of the bread was bitter. I noticed. I also noticed that the buildings were higher than yesterday. This was new to me. I asked about things again, and my mother in law thought I was nuts. After eating then taxi ride home, which cost more than before I noticed a new station for the telefairco. I asked when did that get there and was told it has always been there. I just shivered meaning my body precisely was trembling, upon getting home my dog did not like me. You say how do you know. He growled at me. For that to happen either I am a stranger, or he is nuts. My wife made an appointment for me to go to the doctors there and then after I asked. We went. This is the last day that my wife would ever talk to me about her life still to this day. I told her that I was not from there. I told some secrets that I knew she did not know I knew. She was shocked. At the doctor’s office, I spoke English to the doctor. This being Bolivia my wife told me to speak Spanish because the doctor did not speak English. I told her he spoke perfectly good English three weeks prior to this visit. The argument continued until the doctor gave me an appointment for blood, urine, and an x ray scan due to my insistence that something was wrong. We left, the office and my wife was very upset with me. I then noticed my favorite place to eat was close by and tried to get to stop there to eat there. To say my wife is wonderful at times is nice we went in. The menus were old, but the prices were different. I normally pay 50 BS for a steak dinner about 8 dollars with a Danish. That day I paid 73 BS. The prices went up. That night I stayed up to see if something happened to me at night. I passed out around 1 AM and awoke in a different room. You ask how do I know. The color was the same; wallpaper the same, but the Precisou Moment picture had moved three feet from where it had hung the day before and a total of five feet from when I started looking at it on Thursday. That day I lost my vision in my right eye. Why who knows Why. I could see perfectly one moment and the next morning nothing. My left eye was bleeding so I couldn´t see much from that eye either, but I could get around. That night I watched television. The Simpsons, and Wayward Pines both were not from my universe. On the Simpsons Bart was concerned with taking a standardized test, and if he did not pass destroying Springfield. If you are from my universe that statement just reads wrong. Wayward Pines, I had watched the first season and from my recollection, it had been canceled with less than 2 percent share from Nelson’s rating agency meaning no one watched it, unless they were bored. That day not being able to go anywhere I was confined to my room. I wrote 10 people on Facebook asking them what was going on. Not one of them replied to my questions. Since I was home and not going anywhere I started to search on the Internet more and ask questions. The next morning Sunday May 23 my search came up with CERN and their system being shut down do to a Morasse running across it and burning out three million dollars worth of cables. Since my universe, certain magic spells work. I cast one against CERN. Until I am paid financially back that spell will continue to work against CERN specifically even in death until I say so. I also wrote about my experience on what was going on in my life on cosmofunnel. Facebook then banned me from writing on Facebook, and I could not get back on Cosmofunnel until after Bernie Sanders lost the primaries specifically in New Jersery. The hour New Jersey polls closed Facebook decided I was who I was. The timeframe between that. I will write about it here, but I have to say it has to be fictional. Meaning the dream was vivid enough, I recall touching and feeling things. In most of my dreams, I do not recall that, and I do not dream much anymore. I fall asleep and am awoken by my dog to get him out to go to the bathroom. May 24 I awoke and went downstairs to have breakfast. Instead, I was greeted with breakfast in bed. I did not want to get in the way, so I took breakfast and was calm. My labs were ordered by the doctor, and I went to the appointments, urine, blood, and an x ray. My wife being a radiologist doctor looked at the x-rays and joked about everything being okay with my head the urine and blood tests were taken and off we went home. I was amazed. The streets were full of cars. You say what do you expect. I expect taxis and van buses. The ownership of cars is a bit of a luxury that I was seeing the majority of them being Volkswagens, Toyotas, and Nissans. The first truly panic attack occurred going home. I am not sure if I missed this on the initial day or was just not paying attention at all. A whole mountain was gone. Illimani was nowhere to be found. I was a bit excited and demanded to know where the explicit word here did they misplace a mountain at. My wife at that time was a bit nicer and explained that the mountain could only be seen higher up, and it was over three ridges. : F?7

Complexity of a multiverse or has the Mandela Effect got you

CLINTON SIEGLE·MONDAY, AUGUST 15, 20162 Reads

The desire to write what I just saw is great. I am not sure how to exactly. The information is a bit odd and not what I expected. Let me explain it to you in a way of a game. Welcome to earth it just might be a spirit prison. The players are numerous and the design complex. On the one hand we have a deity that creates and fires Adam for eating on the job. The deity then floods the world because he allows his sons to have sex. The deity then is concerned about humanity having power equal to his own so the deity confuses the languages of the world. Next we have demons etc. Their role is to get free from their prison which is even less than earth. To do this their creator speculation here tricks humanity into eating a fig creating sexuality, and providing Nimrod or Babylon an option to attack heaven in a form of a portal tower. At which point said deity was concerned that humanity would become like us. Next aliens believe it or not. Where did they come from and who are responsible for them in this game play.. I have some ideas. The serpent story says they were first and that they were care takers of the garden prior to Adam. So spiritaulity dragons might have been here before man. The significance is that they grew and power and a new gardener in the image of a deity was needed. Next Greys another alien race which at one point had a soul but due to cloning has lost that spirituality. The first tales I read showed they were trying to find their sexuality to reproduce because cloning can only go so far and then the genes break and the last tale was they were creating hybrids with humans to get back their spirituality. Next an AI comes along to try to control the world. I have seen this in action within searchs and other unique televisión programs interactions with humanity. I do not believe people realize the extent of its control on humanity right this momento. The issue here is the AI could go Terminator like or due to a time travel loop with the Wingfinder could take over humanity and limit their exploration to earth and the population to 500 million in total. Meaning Star Wars and Star Trek fans this game play puts you on earth forever without reaching the stars. Now humanity enters into the game. Montauk project is the humans usage of portals to travel in a multiverse where other probabilities have occurred. The chance to succeed happens. The difference is some of the eviler multiverse decide to steal other multiverses chairs and take their materials without consent. A little more on this. When I started searching for what had happen to me there was no Montauk project in my world. There was no Peter Moon, etc. Meaning I come from a world where the people forgot what happened. The gold train that carried 10 billion in gold in my world had less than 1 billion and that was used by the Nazi just before I left the Panama papers were released showing how Nazis moved the gold around in the 70s. Meaning that Montauk project stole history and other items from one world and brought it to their own. They continue to do this today. The first few trips outside of my room I was amazed at the technology advances and the richness of the world. It did not dawn on me until now what I was seeing was the theif of property. Next CERN which creators were part of the Montauk project trying to open a portal to the demon world for humanity to be controlled by demons. This part is evil in that instead of helping humanity grow and reach the stars and populate the universe the goal is to reduce the worlds population to keep the game of humanity on earth and not explorer the stars. Star Trek and Star War fans should be against being enslaved. Next comes an ideology that goes back to the idea that all spirits are on earth are prisoners of sometype not just of the original deity but of some greater deity. A spirit deity whose purpose is to show humanity what is expected of the spirit. Using bibical terms Christ words only nothing elese. Now here comes the game part which adds several different keys. Played on one planet the whole game would happen once and being done nothing new would occur. But what about a multiverse where time, places, and players minds personalities are different. Meaning game play is upped from one chance to ten to the power of 192. Ever opportunity, ever twist and turn is played out. How. Here a story grom the Greys is that the creators of the universe is a great brain. No religous was games were associated with this brain. Now imagaine a trillion or more of these brains playing out a similar game. For what purpose who knows. Next an event occurs. CERN opens a portal using a Dwave quantum computer for a Monte Carlo simulation by chance or design or who knows. The question is asked and the wrong command is used to replay the game or simulation. Meaning Mandela Effect occurs mixing up all outliner peoples minds within the universe for a set game play. Meaning within the game players are all set up with limits example making money career path etc. Thus the parallel development versus the hortizontal expectation of moving up becoming a millionary or moving down becoming a serial killer. At this point that is where this writer is trying to figure out what game do I want to play. For in bibical terms the saying there is nothing new under the sun only means everything has been done once before. Maybe that is what the Mandela effect is all about to see what would happen if the players werep given a chance in a new environment without some constraints. Ah the last part of the complexity and unsure part. For those that have read the Wheel of Time series through in the chaos. Maybe all this is played out as in alternative world were all good is turned or twisted a bit enough to actually be evil or bad and those of us being mind swapped are those that did not completely believe in a spirital awaking or if like in Star Gate the final movie an Ori deity is stealing our prayers and devotion to keep all our souls trapped instead of liberated. A complex game who side are you on.

The first hero first gift and a chance for change

CLINTON SIEGLE·THURSDAY, AUGUST 18, 20161 Read

The most unlikely hero bucket of water let alone was a water. Each drop within it was a nano technology. The first programming was to stop evil wherever it was. Instead of wicked desires, people stopped being evil and started being considerate of others. This included all bad guys and desires. Drug addicts stopped desiring and started living a lifestyle worth being good at first. Then they gain conscious and afterwards spirit and content. Bad guys paid their tax dollars and started business that was legal and needed. Humanity started to reach for the stars with spaceships. Evil desire was changed within a moment to a start a person new life as a person to do well. That was one drop of one nano technology drop that hit the circuits and infected the whole network. People´s evilness lost their desire to be evil. They started something else instead and learned to be spiritual. This also went into politics all evil desire lost. Wrong Politicians retired and their ill-gotten gains. They paid their taxes on it and gave to start businesses needed. Those that were running for office just stopped due to poor health, and a new era of politicians started to continue this new age of enlightenment. The CIA lost the power to do anything wrong within Turkey or Syria. The ani cent deities of old turn away their evil desire of conquest and helped humanity towards spirituality and technology. All this from one drop of water which went through the whole system and wiped out evil everywhere.

In my travels the past few months I have been searching for heros and explainations to what I am seeing.i have found the most unlikely 150 heros of which I wil write about here. The first i sor was ori s to yet to come a super computer hooking up with itself and a future super computer of the future. This or these computers decide to limit humanity to 500 million population that of a zoo if you must know. These computers took over the Internet and humanity or namuh and direct history by programming and such. Some becom impatient in their multiverse world and turn their history into what people call the terminator story. The first unlikely hero is set in the future, past, and current present. A mop bucket given to a janitor to clean the facilities. In every universe multiverse there is a history not all the people are janitors some are computers experts etc. Meaning in one of the many multiverses the expert realices the drastic changes occurring and discovers a way to shut down all the computers, along with backup and hidden backups along with the Internet back up and satellites and ship back ups. But how evidently a bucket of wáter crashes into the electrical grid short circuting all the computers memories that are bad evil or anyway chaotic or willing to turn good into evil. The buckets all tipped over at the exact momento and the AI computers stopped being and doing evil and where not needed stopped thinking of turning humanity into a zoo in 2800 or 2700 or 2500 or 800 AD. All evil design or design to destroy or control or contain humanity vanished with the bucket of wáter spilling. The unexpect hero a bucket of wáter. The second hero of the 150 was a mouse. This mouse ran across CERN cables when it was firing up to let through the portal demons. The mouse crossing the wires at the right momento fried all the wires of the CERN and because it was connected to the other 8 15 16 or 24 super colliders caused all portals to crash and start fires. Because their were expensive and there was no more money they were the used as storage for waste. A mouse and a bucket of wáter saves the day. The third hero is someone we knew or know of. The Grey´s in one of the good universes discover their goal. They see the evil that they have brought with the Motauck chairs and that several of the multiverses had stolen other universes chairs. Thre Grey´s in an act of compassion took back those chairs that they coud and turned off the magic of the chairs that they could get a hold of. Thus multiverse portals from the Montauk chairs were stop. The fourth hero who is unexpected is return of all minds from the Mandela effect along with the deprogramming of them so that their IQ and everything returned to the normal way life was suppose to happen. This hero was cataloging a large bin of old tapes from IIT or ITT or Kreug or any a number of companies that were involved with storage of Montauk tapes. It was he in all the multiverse that plugged in a old tape machine to see what it was. The tape was a self destruct program for all those to hear via old telephone line and an old computer which for some reason still was connected to the militray internet which was now connected to the world. The message was brief. Return to normal or above average. The whole multiverse humanity at that momento started to remember and know what was truth and what was right. Those that were in the twisted good world they understood what was right and those elsewhere become better over night. Humanity was thus saved to a storage cataloger. May we all live with our lives. The fifth hero was someone looking for spiritaulity he was concerned he had lost his deity. The great spirit was true and there. His heart cried for him. And the great spirit opened up the eyes of those that were trying to see. And thus humanity was set free.

the least likely heros

CLINTON SIEGLE·WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 17, 20161 Read

In my travels, the past few months I have been searching for heroes and explanations to what I am seeing I have found the most unlikely 150 heroes of which I will write about here. The first i story was or is to yet to come a supercomputer hooking up with itself and a future super computer of the future. This or these computers decide to limit humanity to 500 million population than of a zoo if you must know. These computers took over the Internet and humanity or namuh and direct history by programming and such. Some becomes impatient in their multiverse world and turn their history into what people call the terminator story. The first unlikely hero is set in the future, past, and current present. A mop bucket given to a janitor to clean the facilities. In every universe multiverse there is a history not all the people are janitors. Some are computer’s experts, etc. Meaning in one of the many multiverses the expert realizes the drastic changes occurring and discovers a way to shut down all the computers, along with backup and hidden backups along with the Internet back up and satellites and ship back ups. But how evidently a bucket of wáter crashes into the electrical grid short circuiting all the computers memories that are bad evil or anyway chaotic or willing to turn good into evil. The buckets all tipped over at the exact moment, and the AI computers stopped being and doing evil and were not needed stopped thinking of turning humanity into a zoo in 2800 or 2700 or 2500 or 800 AD. All evil design or design to destroy or control or contain humanity vanished with the bucket of wáter spilling. The unexpected hero a bucket of wáter. The second hero of the 150 was a mouse. This mouse ran across CERN cables when it was firing up to let through the portal demons. The mouse crossing the wires at the right momento fried all the wires of the CERN and because it was connected to the other 8 15 16 or 24 super colliders caused all portals to crash and start fires. Because they were expensive and there was no more money, they were the used as storage for waste. A mouse and a bucket of wáter saves the day. The third hero is someone we knew or know of. The Greies in one of the good universes discover their goal. They see the evil that they have brought with the Motauck chairs and that several of the multiverses had stolen other universe’s chairs. Thre Greies in an act of compassion took back those chairs that they could and turned off the magic of the chairs that they could get a hold of. Thus multiverse portals from the Montauk chairs were stopped. The fourth hero who is unexpected is the return of all minds from the Mandela effect along with the deprogramming of them so that their IQ and everything returned to the normal way life was supposed to happen. This hero was cataloging a large bin of aged tapes from IIT or ITT or Kreug or any companies that were involved with storage of Montauk tapes. It was he in all the multiverse that plugged in a old tape machine to see what it was. The tape was a self Destruct program for all those to hear via old telephone line and an aged computer which, for some reason, still was connected to the military Internet which was now connected to the world. The message was brief. Return to the normal or above average. The whole multiverse humanity at that moment started to remember and know what was truth and what was right. Those that were in the twisted good world they understood what was correctly and those elsewhere become better over night. Humanity was thus saved to a storage cataloger. May we all live in our lives. The fifth hero was someone looking for spirituality he was concerned; he lost his deity. The great spirit was true and there. His heart cried for him. And the great spirit opened up the eyes of those that were trying to see. And thus humanity was set free. The most unlikely hero bucket of water let alone was a water. Each drop within it was a nano technology. The first programming was to stop evil wherever it was. Instead of wicked desires, people stopped being evil and started being considerate of others. This included all bad guys and desires. Drug addicts stopped desiring and started living a lifestyle worth being good at first. Then they gain conscious and afterwards spirit and content. Bad guys paid their tax dollars and started business that was legal and needed. Humanity started to reach for the stars with spaceships. Evil desire was changed within a moment to a start a person new life as a person to do well. That was one drop of one nano technology drop that hit the circuits and infected the whole network. People´s evilness lost their desire to be evil. They started something else instead and learned to be spiritual. This also went into politics all evil desire lost. Wrong Politicians retired and their ill-gotten gains. They paid their taxes on it and gave to start businesses needed. Those that were running for office just stopped due to poor health, and a new era of politicians started to continue this new age of enlightenment. The CIA lost the power to do anything wrong within Turkey or Syria. The ani cent deities of old turn away their evil desire of conquest and helped humanity towards spirituality and technology. All this from one drop of water which went through the whole system and wiped out evil everywhere.