A second glance through the looking glass

A dark room

Chapter 1

June 3rd, 2020

One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. Yes, as a wino I assigned blame for the law of gravity at times. The reason? Obviously the White kitten did nothing to move my glasses from my reading stand. One might say that is an odd assertion or memory. Why would you be mad at a kitten moving your glasses? Well? It was not just my glasses. It was a lot of things of late. I was missing books. That I thought my wife was trying to kill me. How? I was guessing she got up in the middle of the night and rearranged my whole room made me think I was going mad. Thus, I attempt to drink some sense into myself. That I had locked the door and only had two kittens in the room with me. Well, the White kitten was my friend and was on my lap. And I certainly did not drop my glasses on the floor behind a stack of books long overdue to be read. That left the black kitten.

However, even as I say this I wander about and realize the room had changed. What if the black kitten had not knocked my glasses off the reading stand? And why on earth is the top book open? Whose title was Enders time journals now open to a passage on something that I knew by heart. I looked at the journal. A madman’s find in a Bolivian second-hand book story in 1997. The words were. Egads the words changed. Laughing at both kittens, I hugged them and sat down to re-read a book that kept on changing daily for the past. Well, exactly how long have I been caught in a trap of time?

I remember waking up and observing that I was no longer in my room a long time ago. All I can say is do not tell the doppelganger wife or wives that you are seeing things, and that history has changed. Why? After spending 1,000s of dollars on 15 or 17 doctors, they all said the same thing. Which was? I was fine for a disabled man. In yet? How could I be fine? What was at stake was reality? What could be changed in the time of tribulation if Ender's journal was correct? Was he correct? I doubted that much at the beginning of this story, and you too can see why? Come now. My first attempt to communicate the dilemma which in my reality was spelled dilemna. Sent to roughly 538 members. Of various political groups, and associates met with silence. A glass of wine to think. Here kitten play with this.

One might say what did the shrink one of the 17 doctors tell you? Well? He said I was living a past life. I pointed out if the internet was right along with my journals; he was the one that was dead. He kind of got anxious at that statement. I said would he like me to prove it? Prove it? Yes. You see there is physical proof. And well I did. He prescribed me some rather unique blue pills sent me away. I sent him an email with a journal and never heard back from him again. Makes me love my kittens even more. Now, a funny meme. I wonder what people would think of a kitten drinking wine?

So what have I been doing these past few years? Trying to fix things via email is interesting. No one responds to a crazy person, evidently. What gets me is my resume here as well as where I was? My resume shows a rather high level of expertise in maters that I write about. When nothing seemed to happen I begin to consider other possibilities. If there was more wine. I think yes if people were drinking more win there would be more peace. Where did all the winos go?

Like what had brought me back to La Paz, Bolivia. Meaning? How many pink expatriate from the United States wander the streets? That are looking like a one legged, one-eyed pirate? Think a mostly Spanish native America country, how many aliens do you see? Laugh with me. My journals tell of me seeing some rather strange people. Maybe the café I ate at is a crossroads for parallel time traveling with strangers. That often I would bump into and say hello. Spooky? No, not at all. Kind of fun to freak out a 8 foot giant white man. Why? Bolivia is populated with people roughly 5 7 feet tall or below. To see giants here is an experience. Make me want to drink. Great the kitten has taken all my wine.

Enough of details because that would not explain the new worlds I was seeing daily. I wrote about them for a while on paper and then one day they were all gone. So I posted a lot of them on Cosmofunnel and that too disappeared. So I wrote a rather long journal, one night, copying from here to there and posed. If you would like a laugh. Read “A wondering mind of the multiverse" by Clinton Siegle. Realize I have been attempting to communicate with people for a rather long time to say hey,on stop being evil. I think when the winos left this world became evil.

I think the test is to find out what would make people rethink their actions. I mean, having traveled through worlds. Seeing different realities endings I should be more concerned. After all, it is not every day occurrence. Let alone a few years that a person can see a new world each day. Quiet, an expensive experience. Maybe that is the question. What began this journey? I wrote about it to a few friends. I remember the day rather well. Hey, kitten stop that.

I was writing on Facebook Pirates of the Caribbean when my computer started doing things. Hacked? Sure my computer is not hack proof. However, what it was doing was amazing. What was it doing? It was reading journals and stories and poems and ideas that I had placed in hiding that no one should be able to see. Why? I had already submitted them to publishers and awaited their reply. So? Well, like this story. I expect no one will read it. Or if they do, they did not understand the concept. Or thought the ideas were maddening, let alone not worth of anything. What got me was how whatever or whoever was reading my stuff was letting me know it or they or she was there. How? I date my journals. I time stamp a lot of things because of issues in my life. And well? They changed. That was in September 2015 plus or minus a 4.5 billion years. I lived on an earth according to the internet which was on Sagittarius. On the outer edge of the galaxy 377,000 light years across, where in 365,000 years that earth was to hit the next galaxy? Memories. The question is if I dreamed this too or is this some sort of wine induced dilemna now spelled dilemma? Why are the kittens playing with my shoes? Oh? Great Sketchers now spelled Skechers in yet the spellcheck shows Skechers is wrong? Look kitten see the screen?

So what has this to do with two kittens,

Introduction to the Journal

Chapter 2

November 12, 2019

Enders journals, and a madman locked in a room? Let me be honest. In my reality I did not expect to see the Mark of the Beast. Nor that Microsoft would turn evil. Like some movie director Microsoft becomes Umbrella corporation and tries to sterilize humanity? Kind of eye opening evil discovery. I wonder what to do? Pray? Dear Lord, change the hearts and minds of Bill Gates, and George Soros to believe in Jesus Christ. Sounds good. Kind of a plan of peace. Kitten stop that.

That is my message from a future that can no longer exist if I am telling you the truth. Why is that? I have met many travelers. So have you? Meaning? People tell their tales and you realize they think their memories are real. Example? George Bush Jr Saddam killed Mandela. Obama visited 57 states out of 58. Hillary Clinton and I came a very similar reality. Where Abe Lincoln was a senator for a few years prior to being the president. Joe Biden fighting Corn Pop.

Has my message be good, turn to peace, stop evil worked? Laugh with me, folks. I see humanity fighting each other, not for the same reason you do. Why?

I have had to rewrite and review almost all of my history. To my recollection I never heard of Montauk project in my world. I was a conspiracy reader there too. Why? I knew things and knew they were true. If they were considered conspiracy stories most likely, they were true elsewhere too. Meaning? Through time I discovered that Montauk Project. The story changes through realities. It went back in time stole souls. From those that were to be good or saved and placed them in realities in which they would be corrupted.

Laugh all you want. I thought I was going mad the first few times i listened to the story. They would say the project took 2,500 people. I re-listened to the story following that. The story changed. From 25,000, then to 250,000 next jumped to 2.5 million. I gave up listening for a time. I finally I went back the number was 25 million people they used in the project.

So what? The story was pretty easy for me as a planner, it was not too hard to realize that they stole souls. Spreading throughout the galaxies until they could not find those souls anymore. Being allowed into or going into heaven. Meaning? I am either heaven bound which I doubt. Or I am dimensional traveler possessing this body for one day at a time. Until I reach back into time or more specific I might be what is called a demon? I doubt that too, however it is one or the other.

Meaning? You have heard of the Mandela effect? The story goes, those souls most likely are returning to their bodies for the day of judgment.

To realize one night’s sleep is opening a doorway to. I am not really sure nowadays. I believe in Jesus Christ. Still, I remember what I did and what I am doing. That antifas according to Montauk project is trying to move all the good people out of harm’s way. Of the future wars, earth quakes, and volcanoes which will soon hit these realities. It is awkward to say the least. Do I stand for right? Which side is right? The tale is told in yet no one seems to believe me one way or another. Stop that White kitten.

The sense of danger increasing is wild. In the reality I was in October 2019 plus or minus billions of years ago, the last super-moon happened until 2035. Now, I see that there are two super-moons and 12 full moons in 2020. Kind of different reality? No? Black kittn please, stop.

Meaning? Well. I studied calendars when I was a child. Specifically, I wrote about them. I remember the current calendar being off by thirteen years in my reality. Here according to the only calendar that matters, the Ethiopian calendar that is now only 8 years. Meaning? The end of the real 2012. It is happening on September 8 through the 19th, depending on the reality should be something to see. And that the super-moon on August 31st should be interesting. Why? Mandela effect souls travel via moonlight for those passing through these worlds.

What is the sad moment? The sadness is realizing people will laugh at this story and not change their ways. Stop being evil. Do good. Be Good.

The final battle has already been won by God. What? If you have not figured life out by now let me clue you in. Energy equates to light times light times light. Meaning? Light is matter too. This reality is nothing more than a reanimated reality. The sun projector rewinding the souls to a point in time when the Great Story teller God will have his way. What about all the other realities? I have heard of them nuked. I have heard of them being frozen to death. Via a CO2 cloud coming out of the Atlantic ocean covering Europe and much of east coast and Africa. I have heard of their endings. I have seen the zombie story in a very vivid dream in 2003.

In the end, the battle is God’s. He will have his way. That he explains that the bad branches of the vine are pruned and burnt is a reality that I am seeing these days. That I read a little more of the journal of Ender and wonder. What could I have done differently? Should I do more? Life, what is it but a dream?

The black kitten pushes me. I reach for Ender’s journal. Something strange to read these days. Why? There are more pages in it than when I first purchased it so long ago. The pest White kitten bumps my hand. I turn to close to the very beginning of the story or journal or. To be honest, I am no longer sure what this is? I mean, I purchased it from someone that just passed away in 2017. In yet? I knew him in 1997 and his bookstore and the curiosity is he had forgotten me. Well? Not really, his stories still scared me. And the story? The hand written story. I turned slowing to the non dangerous third person account starting point.

The kitten purring now just sits with it eyes squinting. Each time I read this the words, and ideas change. Laugh with me.

Chapter 3

Journal retelling in the third person

Why?

His handwriting sucks

April 2,1673 or 1678 penmanship questionable on 3 or 8

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

The bandit crook pirate thief stopped his tale. Ender smiled. The bandit had said something else. In his intricate tale of sorts, along with the blueprint of each ship being sent. That detail might have escaped in the detail to those listening. However, as a selling point it was a major selling point. The thief mentioned the pearl. In detail. The background of the pearl. The story is told elsewhere however to gain the infamous captain Ender’s trust. And Enders participation in the venture, the thief let slip that it was to be moved to Korea.

It was only a tale. A dragon’s tail, to be specific. A pearl of great value according to the Bible. Yet, Ender did not mention or pretend to be any more interested in the tale. Who pays attention to legends? Myths that are thrown around pirate bars in the middle of the night? When one takes bets on if one can do this is this or that is that.

The challenge on Ender’s mind was that legend. Specifically, the drunkard who while drunk sang a story to Ender. What a tale.  That tale teller was long ago dead. His crew mates might have more of the legend? Or some acquaintance? Ender concentrated on the thief’s tale. Finally, the last sales point was produced or given, and the bandit asked was Ender in?

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

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

None of those questions were on Ender’s mind. Ender kept on looking for his ole drinking mates, fellow crew mates and family. Until he found a little boy that had been either a cousin or nephew of the drunk man who told the tale. Time had abused the poor lad beyond recognition. His stammering was almost too much of a turned off Ender. Almost. However, the kid later to be known as the Claw had away about him. And either he could lie through his teeth about the story or his uncle or cousin had told the kid the complete story. How this pearl of great value was a key to what one only could be considered a magical portal.

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

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

The plan was bold. Enders plan was to swipe the pearl of great value. And with it take through space time and other worlds the very treasures that legends were made of. His plan was bold. His investigation at the bookstore had brought notice to him. However, Ender was a crazy pirate that often times did insane things. Like writing poetry. To and about kings, queens, and other people that at one time or another might have crossed his path. So even without much more than notice. Ender’s plan was developing faster. His crew he informed them of a specific treasure. That which he assured them would bring them beyond their wildest dreams.

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

The fortune cookie dough or fortune was enough to outfit many a ship. Ender with funding had to buy some explosives. Which were still under Chinese export control at that time? The cost was more than normal in yet the fortune from the fortune cookies made up the difference.

The time of waiting was a bit longer than one month. Ender and the future Claw would spend time together. Ender would ask the child with questions on the same story his relative had told him. While waiting Ender sent out the Claw to find out if there were more stories about his relative.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tidal current from Japan to the Americas pulled the Black skimmer along.  The crew of seven sat upon the deck of the Black Skimmer. All wondering what to do when an almost replica of the Black Skimmer sailed by with its zombie like crew.  The seer hopped onboard its deck and ran to the cabin retrieving a journal.  Jumping back unto his own Black Skimmer. He handed the journal to Ender.  For it read Ender’s journal.

Ender the pirate and the rest of crew sat around a table and began to read.

At this point I was a little tired. I stretched and the kitten curled up in my lap streched out its paws and knocked the journal from my hand. I picked it up. But place had been lost. Meaning? The story changes. In almost the same page range of what you just read was this instead.

Once moved a new story appears

Chapter 4

April 2, 2020

I was just getting the morning newspaper. Yes. I read. A delivery van pulls up  while I am outside. “Are you Clinton?” asks the driver. I nod. He hands  me a clipboard pointing to a signature page. I sign, thinking what  should I expect? He hands me a package with no labels on the outside.  Before I could ask who it was from or even who he represented. He was  driving away. Odd. There was no advertisement on the delivery van. I go  inside, put the package down and let the dogs out. While cooking I cut  the paper off the package with a knife. Inside is a journal. It is labeled Time-space travelers journals and the adventures you will have.  Thinking this was some fun fictional novel to read, so I read. The novel  is a journal. And what I thought was a fiction book. Well, the content  changed my life. The mystery who wrote this journal. For the author or  authors, for the implication in the journal was there was many writers  baffled me. The journal principal theme. Is or was an implication that  there is a multi-verse or parallel reality. While this reality was  nothing more than a hologram projected a long time ago. That the journal  implicated that if I was reading this that I was in a past? A reality  and needed to change history was a kind of weird. Let me be honest, I am  not a hero. I would be the person reading while people were fighting. I  would be the person writing letters to change reality. I was not a  hero.

The story begins with an interesting opening line. “Help, help, I have been kidnapped, and no one remembers me!” I flipped to the next journal and was a bit taken back.

Kind  of catchy. When you read the rest of the beginning. Where a person  awakes to a new reality. Discovers history, geography, people, planet  alignment were changed. The example are quiet specific and what was more  there were photos of brands and people that I knew in life. What do I  mean? I was a poet. Now? I am a partially blind deaf guy who lived with dogs and kept out of peoples hair for  fear of the thought police. The journal was interesting enough that I  put down my cooking gear and read for a few hours straight. It was after  all Saturday, the only day I got the paper. And I had purchased a  recent book called the Mandela Effect with the plan to finish reading  the book today. The journal outlined a history of an alternative  reality. Where, of all the villains in the world, Bill Gates makes the  mark of the beast. That reference I had to look up . Revelations 13 6  with a note that the title had changed to Revelation. Without the s seem  to imply that I was reading an alternative timeline. Humor Bill Gates  making the mark of the beast something to laugh at. I open my paper to  the headlines Gates patient 2020060606 collective cryptocurrency.

To  think a time-space travelers journal warning humanity about Bill Gates.  That awkward moment I had to re-read the whole journal because the  first time was just something to do. I read it. For whatever reason, the story seemed to  have changed. Meaning? I have a fair memory not a good memory. However the pages where I was expecting a discovery of “Hey, when did Hitler  get blue eyes?” Became more in the alignment of warnings. About humanity  turning itself into what sounds like cyclones or robots. Even the  ending of the journal had changed. From Revelations to Revelation,  pointing out other key events. Taking place in that day and time. To say  I was a bit weird-ed out by this is to say the least. The journal must  be some type of magic or paper that can re-write itself or something.  The end of the journal again a warning to mankind. Repent, change your  ways. Killing off humanity to become a collective controlled race.  Controlled by some corporation was not something desired. By the writer  of the journal. And after reading the sad state of the subjects I would  concur. Corporations turning off people reproduction rights without  consent. People losing their jobs because of a verification certificate?  Either being hacked or some corporate person not liking the person. Causing the person to be able to purchase or buy anything. The wildest part was the digestive track. The society  described seemed to show that without the chip? That the robots could  not process natural food. All their food had to be genetically altered for the stomach. Which contained some bacteria or virus? That  interrupted the normal stomach process in a bizarre way. To be honest,  the description sounded like a bug had taken control of the human host.  What was even more distributing ? The description was humanity or the  robots dislike for individuality and creativity? Being a science fiction  reader. The description sounded almost like the beginnings of a Borg  complex.

After  re-reading the journal a few times with different endings each  time-space time, I read it. I wondered about reality. The plan to show  reality as is or how it could be or how it turns out to be or and here  is the awkward part. In almost all realities humanities seems to kill  off that which makes humans, well, humans. Creativity, culture, the  whole curiosity button? Somehow in each of the journals read by me  showed a dismal ending. Trying to formulate a plan is challenging for me on the best days. To think, what should I  do with this information? All the people that knew of me most were  retiring. So maybe one of them can think of a way outside of this journal ed boxed in reality starting out.

After all not all of humanity could ignore the bible warnings. In yet? I looked for the outcry in the editorial section. It seemed to be rigged with trolls spouting that a vaccination was needed.  Why? Not one of the pages said that Bill Gates had the patient of the  coronavirus from an English lab. Which coe insided with the journal  warning.

After  re-reading the journal so many times, I came upon one story that was  unique compared to the other. It was like the never-ending story. The  writers “Get Up!” and the alternative path was wilder than the other  stories. Example in most, the writer ended up dying a lot quicker.  Meaning? The most extreme was a writer where oil well drilling had been banned. Sometime in the past or future or present? Because the journals seem to indicate different dates? In reality due to calender’s being mixed up? But a CO2 cloud burps and washes over Atlantic coast and Europe and  a lot of Africa. Or from one that I remember or can look up the nuclear  missile to hit Hawaii in January 2018. Which actually occurred in some  realities on December 12, 2017. The difference again the calendar from  my understanding of the journal. Meaning? All this! Reality itself is  one large game or hologram. And time can be reset and played repeatedly by those that design the game until they get the outcome they want. I  know that is wild, but the jest of the idea was some realities decided  to cheat. Those cheating final solutions are what is called in the bible evil. To turn humanity into robots. To kill those not  willing to go along with the absurd idea! That corporations are better than individuals because corporations provide the most labor force. So  as a poet not sponsored by some corporation, I was left with this journal. The story of the never ending part continues to fascinates me. The outcome however appears that I am to write the next journal. For when I finished the  last journal there are now blank pages for me to write my tale. The  issue as a poet what is my goal? My plan to be honest was to help  people. Not to hurt people. To warn them? Hey, the end of time is at  hand? HEY the end of time is at hand. TO WARN them that humanity kills  itself over a lie? HEY humanity, you kill yourself over a LIE. To stand  up against Microsoft and corporations and say hey, what you are doing is  wrong. HEY you are wrong. I have value. Not to your corporation, however I have value. I paid taxes. I paid insurance premiums. That you misused  me and caused most of my physical issues. Due to underhandedness greed  and blatant thief of property and misuse of data I provided. Hey, what  you did to me wrong. There, I said it. I am at that doorway of no  return. Evil is here. As a poet I can scream and cry about it or write  some poem that one or two people will read and no one will care.

The death of humanity

Death came a knocking at humanities door

Eternity of hell

America, what do you stand for?

Time is telling you now be good, do good, stop evil.

Heaven or hell awaits you one way or the other.

Humanity is at death door

Unbridled greed to harvest blood for electricity

Mankind was warned in the matrix about that

America grants Microsoft the number of the beast

Need to reproduce bribe a Microsoft call center employee

Inefficient problem continues need money?

Time to use your blood once more for Microsoft

you realize this poem is the death of humanity

A poet that no one remembers anymore

A poem on the death of humanity. Is there a chance or hope for a change? Or to push through this test? Where people will be banned from purchasing from people without the chip? Will there be a chance to  avoid the death of humanity? The journal held no hope or well a hope.  Change REPENT do good BE good Stop evil. In yet, this is a past to the  writer of the journal, so is this a new chance?

The  end of reality once more. Writing the journal this time. Is everything  seems to have come together in a rather fast succession. Hong Kong,  Yellow Vests, unrest in Bolivia, Antifas all turning kingdoms against  kingdoms. Wars and rumors of wars with China to invade Taiwan to the  rumor of an army outside of North Korea. Plague on lock down now in yet.  Is there hope? In, one journal one of the kings that did this horrible  thing mentioned a president. He that could change history. How? Pray for  him I guess the how part was not stated. The resolution of the journal  was to re-listen to YouTube videos on a program. That if you listened  enough while trans-versing time enough that the tale changes. Just enough to see a difference in reality and realize that a distinct path could be taken. No war. Humanity following the rule of law. Greed set aside. Because there is sufficient food produced and transportation is there. Just the desire to help each other needs to exist. Can or could this happen?  Here where famine is the news of the day. In large cities where they  have locked down and disabled the labor force. Because of a plague let  loose by greedy people? Does not hurt to ask? Change history this time  around. Formulate a different ending. There is after all the myth that humanity could  exist after this reality in some journals. The course of action. BE  good. Do good. Stop evil. Seems rather simple. The black moment is the  realization. That most humanity has already failed to realize this. What  is to do? Try once more? To cross the bridge of no return and ask  humanity to give up being evil. Sounds rather simple. HEY stop being  evil. The question to await the ultimate outcome. To resolve not to take  the mark of the beast. To be good as only a human can be good, for in  the end life is all humanity has got before becoming some horrible  robot. What is this story about? The hope for one last chance. To change  humanity from a dead mystical mystery. Only talked about among the  collective conscience of robots long dead. Or a chance that humanity  spreads itself into a utopia. By removing greed and carrying for their  own species and kind. Is there one last chance in the journal? Maybe?  Search a wondering mind through the multi-verse and think. Think before  thought of individuals is illegal in a collective Microsoft controlled  reality.

One  last chance for humanity to change its ways. To survive versus give up.  And end up the bottom man of the mythological charts. Taught in some  cyclone or robot university on the topic the legend of man? Man or Myth?  One last chance to stop a corporation from deciding whom you will  reproduce. To allow you to live. To create and keep some of your  creativity. Without someone stealing your ideas. For some corporation  retreat or censored out of existence. Because the color pink is no long  in vogue with the Microsoft overlords. One last chance to save humanity?  Will this time be the place? Can humanity stop itself from throwing  itself into a collective conscience? Humanity controlled by someone that  is most likely not human to begin with? Has humanity been conquered and the great American military? Instead of fighting the corporation  sided with Microsoft to create an Amazon website. That will control who  can and can not buy or sell in the United States?

As  the writer of this journal, I do not see the President standing up to  evil. The time-space traveler journal has started to take a life upon  itself. Setting courses in action for a final showdown between  technology and spirit. The reality question which will win? Microsoft or  spirit? God, or a robotic race that once could feel something outside  of its skin. A touch, a poem so clear that poetry was written about the very skin which moved across reality. Or will the metallic  like bug stomached robots consume humanity? Until they decide to get rid  of those last few humans? Can humanity fight? Sure, sure those stories  have already been told too. Terminator, Battlestar Galactic were they all in a vain attempt to  change destiny? To change humanity from becoming a race no more. The  bible even talks to the beast creator telling what good is it to gain  the whole world but lose his soul. Destroying one race for a superior  conscience? Computer connected race does not bring about happiness. Does  not bring about a good reality. It brings with it a controlling factor?  Worse than any virus could have. On what is trapped of the human soul?  Within the robots structured mind of the collective conscience. What  happens to humanity? Is the horror! The nightmares people at horror  movies watch. The sad realization there is something familiar to the  story. Something scary and truthful. The time-space traveler is no  longer a hero in this reality. He writes, and no one reads. He watches  as the mystery of the death of humanity unveils. Again it shows itself  from one bible versus change to another. Is there hope? Humans cause  their own destruction in the end. Humans could stop being evil. Could be  good and do good. The likelihood the time-space traveler feels is not  so good.

This too is a past. What was at stakes was humanity? And if the journal story is an indication to what to expect. Humanity again fails. The question, is this the last  chance? The writer has long since passed from this reality and the  journal? He has posted it many a time to censorship across space and  time. To realities that no longer exist in futures that can no longer  exist.

If you are reading this might be your one last chance to change reality. Think and change before it is to late.

I had to stretch and think.  The kittens both asleep on my lap I picked up and placed on my bed.

I was careful to put the journal down so I could finish reading that section of the journal. I got a drink of triago.  A trice heated wine.  Something to cool ones memories.

When I got back the black kitten had gotten up and messed up the journal. I picked up where he had some how moved the pages back to a portion of Ender journal.

Ender’s journal

Chapter 5

November 19, 2319 ·

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

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

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

This is a simple story of a space battle, such a tale as may be told by a pirate who is no writer to a reader who is no pirate. The morning of Sunday, the seventh of the day of June 2313, was bright and cold. The wake up call of the captain was sounded rather late, for the snakes, wearied with a long voyage, were to have a day at port in New York City prior to destroying and conquering the planet for their own evil design to end human kind. The snake people were here for revenge and were ahead of the heavenly ship by eight years. Within seven years they will have conquered the world and made the humans their slaves both mentally and physically destroying, murdering, and causing wars that would destroy a full four fifth of the worlds population. The men in black were hopeless in fighting the snakes and the worlds governments had be influenced by the snakes to build their bunkers within the worlds crust which would be nuked to a French fry causing no people to be able to live there. But that day, that day prior to Nibils arrival was such a strange day. The snake people dressed as human wondered through New York using their stolen credit cards to buy what they wanted and make the jewelry stores their profit for a lifetime and since they would only live another few days. Well that was their day. AS a pirate this is where I came upon this viewing. Pirates viewing are a bit different from a seer’s viewer or fortune tellers. Ender the Pirate was hoping only for a profit. Now how did a land dwelling pirate end up p in space one might ask and that is the jest of the story The portals to other worlds and realms was opened to him due to his riding the great skimmer into the tidal cycle that wove around earth and ate ships, isle, and whole continents at times. The story goes Ender was about to take the ship little Endeavor from Ms. Churchill off the coast of Japan in 1500s when the tide pulled the skimmer into a slush pill of other ships and tings. The cycle pulled and pushed and the skimmer was pulled out into the ocean from the Chinese Sea within minutes of it being sucked into the tide. There Ender was forced to reconsidered life and chances. The first encounter on the tidal cycle was other survivors looking for food.

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

Journal about a journal

A dragon or fairy story

Chapter 6

December 12, 1973

Dragons. People forget their history. In fact, if it was not for my family. Which my family related to Sir Siegfield. Who slayed the dragon at Furth im Wald? Personally, I would not know much more than the fantasy books and television programs.

The last dragon killed by a farmer my great some number back grandfather on my father’s side in Bavaria. The tale went that the farmer, him to be brave. And that the dragon had been eating goats and animals through the forest there. And causing all kinds of confusion. The official battle noted is some German church. There the embellishment went. That Sir Siegfield with a spear in an open field attacked the dragon. The battle went hard for Siegfield. His clothing torn to fragments, and he was bloody and smelly. Fiercely the fight went back and forth with him using a spear. And the dragon was fiercely burning down a shed or outbuilding. The fight lasted hours per the biblical scholarly hand copy in high German writing. In the end, my high German failed, and I had to ask for help with the translation. The pages made the fight seem as follows.

Sir Siegfield’s spear pierced the dragon. While the dragon fire went wide, burning a shed with beasts in it. That is the short and delightful tale of the last dragon.

What is missing is family lore, and an original journal kept by Sir Siegfield’s son?

The family lore is less ferocious. Mr. Siegfield which was a farmer not a fighter nor knight at the time went to find his lost hog. He had with him his hiking stick. Now, his swine had been eating mushrooms. Or something of a quirk in the woodland, and appropriately he went there hoping to find his hog. He found his pigs tracks and walked right to a shed in the middle of the forest. There was this gigantic dragon thing eating his hog. Being quite mad. Because that was his hog. And not thinking, he swung his stick at the dragon that seemingly had a fire going, cooking his hog. Now, the humor is rather wild here. The dragon jumped into the fire, creating a fire that burnt said shed down. While on fire, the hog which evidently had not been cut up or slaughtered correctly blew up. Pig shit went everywhere, hitting Mr. Siegfield and making a rather stinker mess.

Now, the dragon also seems to have run straight into Mr. Siegfield’s stick. Right into its eye, killing it. That was family lore. Being a somewhat curious child. When I was a child, my great grandfather Christoper opened a journal. That had been in the family and read in German then translating to me this bit.

I hug the kitten.  Something fresh to think about instead of the end of humanity.  I take a sip of wine and try to get back to Enders journal. The beginning journal entry that started this off so long ago.

Ender the pirate yet again