A sitting time at cafe Shi with Ender the pirate pondering about the end of time. “This myth called bravery, which is half-panic, half-lunacy (in my case, all panic), pays for all; in England you can’t be a hero and bad. There’s practically a law against it.” ― George MacDonald Fraser, Flashman

Ender seated at a table in Cafe Shi. Awaiting.. Waiting.. What is he waiting for? An adventure. It is not like corporate jobs or government. Where someone or group always pushes you into an adventure.

No, a pirate is an independent contractor. One who must always be open to new ideas. To think outside the box? That is the problem with pirates. Most of them never understood the box. And pondered why people enslaved to the box do not break free? Obvious the box gives comfort. While drinking warmed wine in Cafe Shi?

Brought about pondering of the current times and symbolism seen in the worlds today. Worlds? Why yes? Having two time traveling jewels and a time journal. Ender knew as well as many a Mandela affected person that there are realities. Mirror worlds. Where you could not tell the difference between one thing or another thing. What made this absurd is some real things are outdone in the mirror world.

How so? Magic is real folks. Demons? Sure. Djinns most differently.

In fact, that was what Ender was wondering about. You see, there are both heavenly books. And well evil books. What is the difference? The creation of them, of course. To the present age books made out of human skin? That works for some evil. While other?

Demons fight each other too. Destroying each other over time. When they kill each other. At times they skin their defeated demons and well. Make books out of them.

In several realities you have probably already heard of some of those books.

Example? Walt Disney purchased a book once upon a time. He did a great job with his first character. In fact, the word is that in some realities Oscar the rabbit is the mascot of Disney, not Mickey mouse. Say what?

Not all realities end the same. You be in my nightmare, folks. I am pushing the limits here.

In those worlds which were older or younger depending on how one looks at space time. He built a wonderful Disney World where the train went right from the airport to Disney World. Seems like a dream now? I hope I do not have to check to see if that is correct in this time line or not.

Anyway, like all rich men, his fame was a bit questionable. You think Disney affiliation with Epstein was wrong here? Think of much larger eviler worlds. Where for example Disney actually opened Evil Disney cafes. Some, for example, I believe right in the Empire State building New York City.

Come now, that is a lie. Realities change. Times change. So what happened here?

Those were older times in yet younger times. Meaning? Ah scientifically time can be slowed down. How? Mmm.. In these realities with satellites dragging the earth light from the projector sun. So?

Well, in one reality it happens so close to you and you are watching like a television and seeing what to do to escape.

Escape? Yes. You see this. This all of this is a game. Escape what? The military knows they have slowed the UFO down by some fleet, but it fails in the end. Why? It is a game.

Is that why the mark of the beast is an RNA vaccination to destroy humanity so that the UFO forget human race? Or is the RNA vaccination part of God’s plan to bring dementia to those taking it? Or both? Or is it a way for humanity to fight an invading race of aliens?

Pick your choice. All I can say if the RNA causes sterilization. The Children of Men in 2007 was about a reality where all humanity becomes sterile.

Surely the vaccination will work? Think V for Vendetta and realize the movie taking place in 2037 means the virus was let loose now. And here is the kicker. In this reality, the English lab is known and patented the vaccine in November 2019.

Sounds like a horror story? Sure, sure. I suppose it does. However, I was a pirate, and I was pondering this is this and that is that. Trying to figure out a good idea to.. Well, die with merit? I mean, I am already dead. This game of life is about up. The clock to either the blood moon in 2035 or 2021 or later is already been turned on. Do I survive?

I am a one-footed, one-eyed pirate living La Paz, Bolivia, when I am not sitting in Cafe Shi. What do you think? Zombies like World War Z? I am good. Why? I am already told an expiration date. I doubt I am healthy enough for the zombies to worry about.

What else? The democrats push to track everyone seems to be non stoppable. Trump seems to have lost his mind during the Fox interview with Mr Chris Wallace.

What does this mean? Means someone is playing with time against Trump and his kind. While the corporations destroy US and with insurance fraud get to keep their wealth.

So the government is no help. Corporations no help. What about religion? The mark of the beast is out and I do not hear anyone saying get rid of your Microsoft software. So I would say religions have failed to.

What about the news? If I am the news, someone had failed to pay me.

Ah, to be a pirate and wonder about these things in this day and age. To be at the forefront of the beginning of the end of the end of the beginning of time.

Say what?

Well, I have had according to the Internet billions of years to rethink life in a freezer. I suspect that God’s statement that I am the beginning and the end means just that.

When God gets tired of this game show. He just drops in his story line where he wants it and poof. The story ends and begins where it was supposed to be. But what about all the other mirror worlds? Where you have heard that CO2 gas destroyed much of the world? Or a comet hit the world, and it destroyed all buildings. Or a nuke went off in Hawaii in December 2017?

Simple math, really. This too is a past already for God. He can do what he wants.

So why has he not? There is still a chance. Surrender to him. Why destroy reality over personalities?

So what is at stake? Humanity. If you take the vaccine, you are not human. In fact, you lose enough humanity you murder your own family if you take it or if you do not they turn you in to be murdered.

Why? Well read the patent it is a computer-based telecommunication system cryptocurrency. Meaning? The reason the bible says you could offer gold for bread is not because bread is worth that much. But because they turn something in humanity off. so that gold is worthless ie cryptocurrency exchange.

If you read more into the patent. It seems to be a battery. Also, which means you would work for the corporation for however long a mirror world lasts.

Not good. I thought slavery was all about the BLM movement and Antifa. Evidently them being paid by the corporations. To commit insurance fraud is okay by the government. There are plenty of videos where the people are shown being paid money right out of someone’s hand. Or some pile of bricks mysteriously show up? From some corporation sponsoring this destruction of humanity. So into the end of the worlds Ender the time traveling pirate is looking for.

For what exactly? Cafe Shi's warm wine made him ponder. Watching the end of time is not exactly the ticket he had wanted to purchase. It meant only one thing. That all his life might have been a joke to someone.

Sadness to be a joke all Ender’s life and realize that this all of this is an illusion. Makes him wonder what merit of life has to do with anything?

Say what? What do you want your story to be?

I was a corporate drone battery warned by the Matrix, the Bible. Yet I still took the vaccine and sterilized myself. And later on went and turned into a zombie?

How does a pirate live out his life with merit? Tell a story? I doubt two people will read this. Karen from the FBI and George from the CIA. Beyond those two. Who knows who else reads me these days. Books, maybe there is a magical book where I can walk away from this?

Zachariah changed to Zechariah, and I went from a nuclear war to a zombie army fighting God. Seems like a bit of a plot twist in any novel I would have read. That humanity is at stake and yet no hero has shown up to save the day is absurd in yet here I am. Watching the end of time.

Are or are all Australians dead now? Are there zombies in Japan? China has it burnt its 34th millionth person by marching them into a shipping container, closing it and burning them up?

Makes me think and wonder.

Any plans? Prayer. Dear Lord, forgive me. Beyond that? I need more wine. I think that is what these worlds are missing, more winos with dreams.

To reflect on life and realize that death is right around the corner, whether by May 2021, 2025 2035 or later or much sooner is the sort of question to think about.

Should I try to avoid death? That is an absurd question everyone dies. Then they have their day of judgment.

That is the most awful part of the Montauk Project that keeps on changing.

Why? Simple this is a game. And those that win? I doubt I know anymore the video keeps on changing.

What if the bible is truthful? There are levels of heaven. I wonder if the food is better on level three versus level two? Levels four get wine?

What about the freezer? I have knowledge of that. I hope I do not go to the freezer anymore. It is cold and the dreams are so weird I worry that I do not have a soul anymore.

Maybe there is some other plan? Scientologist dream of a hive mind reality with 70 planets and trillions of souls? I doubt I would fit in. I dislike other people that much. They are creepy. And to have their thoughts forced upon me? No thanks. Are there no other options?

They break the fairy treaty between Forrest Finn and the treasurer hunter and fairies there is some plan to hunt humanity down these days. That Forrest treasure was actually a fairy treaty treasure. That treaty that kept some worlds without fairies for thousands of years. There is a question. I have heard of what jokes they play. I am not sure I would like my chances there. Dragons after all are real folks. I have seen at least one shape shifter and yes she was beautiful but I doubt she was or would be interested in me.

So what about the UFO offers? They have left in the middle of 2019. So what or where does that leave me?

Without hope? I hope in God. I believe Jesus can resolve this issue. However, I am a little disappointed that I could not fix this issue. I should be able to rethink an end plan.

Tell Trump to surrender to God? Why fight God?

Because the democrats are beaming thoughts into his mind. Weird thoughts and destroying his presidency? I doubt that would go over very well.

Is there nothing else? Sure be good, so good. Stop evil. How does one stop China from burning their own people?

I have no idea. Pray? Dear Lord, help the Chinese people.

Dear Lord, help Hong Kong.

Fight? That is just it. Time travel already has a finishing point. If this is mine, so be it. What if I am found lukewarm? Laughter to think of me as half way evil or good. I worry about that. I am an evil pirate. Black-hearted. I would steal candy from a babe. And she would laugh and cry about it and I would just eat the candy.

The mystery is this my doing? Did I have a part in this evilness? I sure hope not.

However, that I can figure this much out means I must have somehow been part of some of this stupidity.

How to escape? Death? I am already dead. So.. maybe I should just buy popcorn and wait for the zombie army? Or heaven UFOs forces or the end of time?

I mean, the end of battle is already written and this. All this. Is resolved in yet I am still unclear what I am supposed to learn outside that life is unfair and not the way it promised me.

Say what?

Read Zechariah these days. The bible will fill a third of heaven with people that were cheated in life.

My life was a miracle. That I have lived this long is something more of a miracle. However, that I am not in my body anymore means I have died and this. All this is some illusion or dream. That it is backwards moving I can figure that out from now when NASA says one day. The galaxy is going counterclockwise and the next day it says clockwise the galaxy is going. The significance testing I suppose is this where my soul belongs in this body today or not. What will l happen? I suppose a volcano will blow up sooner or later. To be a pirate and not have an escape plan for burning lava. I will have to add that to my escape plan book next time.

Next time?  This might be just my third time through this hellish reality.  Or it might be my first.  Either way. Evil is evil and these mirror worlds fall and nothing is left. Is there no hope?

There is Jesus. Believe in him.  Here the old testament has changed.  Wak awa from evil.  Do good. 

Surely, you do more than drink wine and think these thoughts?  You are a pirate after all?

Lets be honest I lost in this life.  And to win once more is more than I have in me. To try and try and try yet again?

Cafe Shi, is a small cafe where they serve warm wine.  Shi in Chinese means spirit or ghost or something like that.  The cafe of ghosts.. Welcome to what a pirate thinks about during his down time.

While this was taking place in my mind.  In walks a famous person little known in this reality.  In your time frame he is the great great grandfather of one Sir Francis Burton and I think third great grandfather of Sir Harry Flashman. 

Now he was a naval officer on some military incursion or another the year was something like 1690s or later I think. Lets be honest years come and go and sometimes I am not sure of reality.

Anyways...

Mr. Flashman had a map. And according to the map. A treasure map. Needless to say, I was impressed. The size of the giant gold statue man was three to four times the height of the man on the measured scale of the map.

Just thinking of gold brought the discussion to ahead. Mr. Flashman needed help to transport and getting from point A to point B with said gold statue.

Now, Talon and the first mat had left on another adventure. So it was just me and the cook. However, I said yes. Thinking at even 10 percent of the take I would be wealth enough for a while of drinking wine.

So over some warm wine the details were made. To the mysteriously place called Never Never Land. According to the instruction. It was guarded by pirates, Indians, and something called a Shadow boy.

That Mr. Flashman failed to mention this was his third attempt to reach Never Never land. Was not part of the discussion, however later on in this tale it will come up.

Now forgive me for thinking here. I pondered why pirates would hold on to a gold statue instead of well spending it. Seemed like a waste of gold.

As for Indians, they do with gold what they want to. And as for Shadows? I had yet to meet one that I could not stick full of holes with a sword or blade or run away from.

So off we went on the Black Skimmer crewed by me, a crook or cook who was a bear and Mr. Flashman.

We reached Never Never Land without much difficulty. There was Davy Jones, of course, with him and his crew trying to spoil our adventure. That I was already dead and proved him to be a liar well. That did not sit well with Davy Jones but I was me and he was him and being dead already I did not need his ship to get to the underworld.

As for the cook, he was a bear and was not interested in attaining the afterlife at present.

That left only Mr. Flashman, which being a naval officer and boaster made a bet with said Davy Jones. That he could out hood wink him in a dice game.

And so he did win according to Davy Jones a time lapse for his soul would serve on their hellish ship.

After that I was bound to reach Never Never Land without much more than a thought. However, during the night a shadow was seen by the cook trying to sneak into the crew deck. The cook followed it and saw it try to steal the map.

The cook not having that did a bit of this is this and that is that. And kept the map while throwing the shadow into the candle light and poof it went.

Arriving at said location of the map where some isle was supposed to be. Well, according to the map it and the location it was not there. However, under the moonlight it appeared.

Along with a small five ship fleet of pirates. Since the Black Skimmer is something of a legend in speed. We skimmed along the island water edge and near the island. Until almost all five of the ships were stuck on sand bars. Or slowed down because of the fast pace the Black Skimmer set.

Upon hiding the Black Skimmer and landing. Mr. Flashman and the cook prepared for a long hike to the gold statue. How we three planned on getting it out?

The secrets of a pirate? Shh.. In the place of three extra crew members I had four donkeys to land.

So off we all went riding donkeys to legendary golden statues. Now that night the Indians attacked. They scalped poor Mr. Flashman left him for dead. However, he lived and thus had to wear a hat to cover his scared bloody head.

Me and the bear? The first upon the first Indian attack went bizarrely insane. Between the bear tearing people apart and me tearing people throats out. The attack was over almost as fast as it began just with Mr. Flashman losing all his hair.

Mr. Flashman was in pain.  I started to search around.