People laugh and laugh...
A parallel reality collapses --- a memory is retrieved by Ender-
It fills the room with an illusion. All within the room went to their own separate memories and dreams.
Ender the pirate
There I was, living another life again. My mind a fix to a focus of a book and the life within. The spirit given the chapters made me read faster, and the character became dear. Till the end was near. I was gone again, my mind off and into another book, another life, another place in time. Chemistry is strange that way to live a moment in reality is to step outside a universe that is much bigger on the inside than the outside. Thus a library is the holiest of places. For the universe is contained in there. What I can say? Someone person might read this so I will tell a tale to bring the soul to another place in time. To help those hurt in their mind. My eyes tear up just thinking about life. What a wondrous gift. To be. Or not to be. A Jewish question about existence that they debated several hundred years. The end conclusion was that it would have been better not to exist. But since we exist to make the best or better world around us all the same. Dreaming like that start the clock.. This tale is easy Ender the pirate was sailing the ocean with the breeze to his back. Being on a sailing ship, the Black Skimmer one would hope that .. The crew of a bear, a duck and recently added Chuck Cheese doll brought to life by the blue fae was sitting around the table eating pizza. When in walked a child of six or five, a girl living life on a dime? Her father being a poor pirate. Ender said what are you doing here, girl. She just smiled and walked towards the mouse doll. ... Next chapter later..
They transport Ender the pirate from this story of a memory to Greek fairyland or mirror world. Watching Clinton R. Siegle take up a book. A pirate journal one of many Ender had left over the many years.
Ender watched the shadow boy was behind Clinton R. Siegle and von Siegfried was in the shadows watching.
Then a combined memory was shared.
Some reason I am into film. I end up reading a paper on how without light there is no us. i end up realizing in the twinkle of an eye I am being cut from one motion picture to another motion picture and realize that the characters are all experiencing something different in the same movie. One day the person is lucky that the rain is and the next moment i see a sad person. Makes me wonder what adventure package I signed up for when I got on this cruise? Stealing this quote from someone Ido not know I’ve heard this idea before that the defining difference between film and the rest of the arts is film’s ability to change the pace and order of time.
Do you think that’s the big difference or is it something else?
The significance of this shared memory with the store. A closed time curved loop traveler all this.. Billions of years was actually nothing. That Clinton R. Siegle had seen the wild olive branch be cut and destroyed in 2017. Means an ending of time for some. The significance of all seven along shadow boy and Clinton R. Siegle was the realization that in a closed time curved loop reality only one soul can exist. In that moment when the soul had been split into billions of souls and realities when that soul comes back together again that all those realities and billions of years were as if nanoseconds for the spirit in the spirit realm where all souls are being combined back to their original souls.
A time of tribulation? Ender realized a new verse in the bible and watched if others realized the solution. Ender watching the soul eater. Clinton R. Siegle looking at the journals and absorbing the latest news that the olive branch of the greek was or they burned gentiles off.
If the first part of the dough is holy, so is the whole batch; if the root is holy, so are the branches. 17Now if some branches have been broken off, and you, a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in among the others to share in the nourishment of the olive root, 18do not boast over those branches. If you do, remember this: You do not support the root, but the root supports you.…
Jeremiah 11:16
The LORD once called you a flourishing olive tree, beautiful with well-formed fruit. But with a mighty roar He will set it on fire, and its branches will be consumed.
John 15:1
“I am the true vine, and My Father is the keeper of the vineyard.
John 15:2
He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, and every branch that does bear fruit, He prunes to make it even more fruitful.
Romans 11:24
For if you were cut from a wild olive tree, and contrary to nature were grafted into one that is cultivated, how much more readily will these, the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree!
Ephesians 2:11
Therefore remember that formerly you who are Gentiles in the flesh and called uncircumcised by the so-called circumcision (that done in the body by human hands)--
Psalm 80:11-16
She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river…
The end cameth and no one seems to care Ender realizes. That is because we are walking in the valley of death. That is the only way people could see the Shadow boy. The Clint who wanted to be Peter Pan. Without the realization that Peter Pan was death. And the deal? Clint had traded something for well to become a vampire or shadow of the Peter Pan. Death or the living dead.. To see him sent shivers up Enders body.
=========== Clinton R Siegle walks into the room
To think I am working with the evil ones? Why? The ideology was more complex. That their recruitment for me was a bit more complex than a statement. It was or is or will be something to think about when that happens yet again. It will happen the question is, will my mind accept the new upgrades or updates?
To realize all this is for rich people to play out their evil imagination is beyond me. Why would they not just be good and stop war and work towards world peace or a Star Trek reality versus? Versus what I have heard lately is that they are going to accept the plan by the Borgs. Why? I think the latest news was Unlisted on Netflix. It tells the story perfectly to make a world of compliant workers and? Well, that is the ideology problem, is it not? They will still have their wars.
But they wanted to stop God from ruling reality. I think that what makes me rebel! In that the more you learn. That all this is second in God’s time, yet for their souls it will seem like thousands, even millions of years. I wonder if anyone realizes how many soulless people there are in reality these days? Playing the unknown part of crushing someone with a soul to keep the game of reality alive for one more play.
The student turns a corner. Wait a minute, I have been on this block several times before. Where is that light coming from? There should be an alleyway there, not a? What the heck is it?
A bookstore? I can understand why he would go there. But? This is not from this reality. I knew that much. I knew all the used bookstores, and this? This was to be an alleyway which if I took would take me back to a frat house. Not a bookstore.
I look up and read the bookstore’s name. “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”
Well, this was certainty something to report back on and find out where my target went. I was not supposed to lose him, was the assignment.
I entered and could see no one? There looked to be a stuffed owl behind the checkout counter. I went down each of the 10 isles to find my target and he was nowhere. And there was no obvious bathroom or study nook or chairs he could hide in.
I had lost him. I went to the counter. Saying in a mild voice, “Excuse me, is there a backway out of here or a place where someone might have disappeared to?”
The owl’s eyes opened. The owl’s reply frightened me. I had seen magical creatures before in Lame Deer. Many, in fact. But owls? They were the bird of death according to those who saw them, the angel of death was always not far behind.
The owls reply, “No, perhaps you should browse and see what there is to read?”
With that, the owl closed his eyes.
Since I was sure that the target was here, I made sure. I checked each shelf. And like the owl said, I sort of checked or looked at the books. I picked up a journal I had heard about at the training class. Which according to legend there did not exist. If it was here. I might as well purchase it and read it. Where is Alice? Then going down the next isle I found a book by Clint Siegle. To see a parallel reality book by myself was interesting enough I grabbed that one too.
By the time I got back to the counter, I had six books. One on pirates. A time journal. And saying, “And the price is good, sir?” The owl flew down from his perch and looked through the books.
The owl said, ” That will be eight gold doubloons.” I used an old equation because we were on earth in 1995. I say, “So what is that in US dollars? Like 65 dollars? Right?” The owl replied, “But of course sir, forgive me I did not check the reality outside.”
That explained how my target had gotten away. A dimensional portal. It also would explain why an alleyway in Bozeman, Montana. How else would it have been converted into a bookstore overnight. I suppose.
Since, I had lost my target to time, space, or reality itself. I looked around the shop. No. Most likely I would not see a place like this again for a while. I was polite and find out as much as I could. I asked, ” My name is Clinton R. Siegle, and who might you be and where might this be?”
The owls reply, “I am Mr. Whoo, and this is that which is and was and will be to come.”
So much for simple answers as to a place and location in time I was at. With that I talked with Mr. Whoo. For sometime about wars, politics, religions, and other realities. He was like that all you want or know professor. Who collected stories in such a wide range you could ask him almost anything and he would let alone know about it. He most likely had a book from the original source making him something of well special.
We were together for some time after some rather wild story swapping. I asked where I might get some tea. Mr. Whoo replied, “Why next door, Cafe Shi is open, do you not recall?” Now recall? This was my first time here as far as I knew. However, realizing that I must have been here in or as a parallel reality traveler. I apologized replying forgive me, this was my first time here that I knew of? Mr. Whoo chuckled, ” Oh, I see I knew your better half some time ago. He actually sold me one book you have. You are like a double of him. Or let’s be honest there are or where or will be seven of you plus all the mirror realities Borges talks about.” Now I had trained in reality jumps. Meaning one. Not mirror worlds or seven jumps. And the recommendation of a single jump? Adjustment to it is time and realization that you are not with actual people or people you knew. For they are not really real or you are not really there. That Mr. Whoo’s reply, “about many worlds, along with many me, got me lost in the realization in how special this place was.”
So thanking Mr. Whoo. I went next door and found Cafe Shi.
Cafe Shi on my mind..
Upon entering, I notice beautiful Asian lady. However, upon getting closer I realized she was a shifter and of what species? I had no idea. Seated, there were several people that looked exactly like me. Two of them I recognized. Why? We had tried to kill each other a while back during the start of the time wars. The 1900s, 1910s, 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s. Every reality had to fight to survive for a time. That is why there is AT@T wave frequency blocker stations. Everywhere these days to block those agents from getting into the past. Allowing them to by killing their parent or abortion to wiping out those generals. That figured a way to win their timelines wars. There used to be millions of realities and timelines now I am told only seven. However, I had seen enough to know there were more than those seven.
People do not realize that entire civilization wiped out. Realities along with their culture and replaced with mirror copies of ghost memories. It is why the great divorce rate happened in the 1970s on my timeline. To ensure those that were supposedly find genuine love. Thus bringing the ending of reality to a happier ending. Stopped or destroyed for all time or eternity according to some. To others that had read John von Neumann's last or final paper. When he lived until May 1957 and finished his chaos paper. We realized that this too is a failed attempt, and that hell awaits most if not all time travelers.
People laugh. I wonder if I told them my reality when I started had no Mormon religion or Muslim religion? I wondered if I told them about Constantinople or the Red Apple. That timeline still standing in some realities. A world with one church running the entire reality of time and space. Would anyone believe me? I doubt it. If I had not stumbled one day and accidently went through the wrong door, I would not have believed it. In yet?
I had seen it. Thus according to some German philosophy it was real for a time? Was that time still in existence? I had no idea. Reality is sort of question on a field agent, and they did not pay me well enough to think on larger issues.
Never the less I went up to the group and sat down. Introducing myself. I waited. I knew Von Siegfried. I would have killed his mirror reality or him in the 1950s during the time war. That he was here made me question that memory. The other could only be Clint Siegle, one author of the book I just purchased.
Once we all made our introduction. I had to think for a while. For they started back on their conversation. About time lines and which was real. Which were mirrored realities and which were soulless and if they had souls. That discussion took a whole new meaning when the Asian lady glided up as a dragon and filled my cup with hot wine.
I had seen her species before. The daughters of Cain. Their timeline was fierce, and one of them wiped out many field agents. But what got me and what I kept on staring at was a member of Ender Talon’s crew. If I was correct, he was a Talon member of the legion that stormed heaven. Once upon a time, their stories were legion among field agents. Ten thousands went in for a single journal or book of life. Only three made it out. Just with the journal which had never happened before. Then they had disappeared with the book. Making reality possible to change. Because without the book. The final day of judgment was on hold for those souls that were supposedly found in that book of life.
Once, the discussion came to me and they asked me what I thought? I looked around and asked if any of them had realized what years and times of years. That spinning galaxies faster or slower. Which had made some souls think that millions or billions of years had passed. When in reality it was nothing but a brief second in time.
A few of the seven of us said yes. I replied, “What is the true timeline’s date?” And what will be the outcome of those realities?”
Clinton R. Siegle stared down into the room. A memory flashed. A memory from a long time ago. Before the latest brain wipe. 1978 USSR invaded Afghanistan. A secret service member had murdered JFK. In that reality, in a blue limo with only four people in it. Before he could expose that humanity had been in contact with aliens. Since 1950s in the United States. For the German timeline wars that had not happened yet, they were in contact with aliens in They rushed him-the 1930s. The difference between space/time/realities/parallel in many or events. But so difference in culture and reality time agents could get caught. Just by slipping up, just by replying, Abe Lincoln was a senator in their reality.
The memory? Minot, North Dakota Air Force base in 1978, the missile alarms going off. A young Clinton R. Siegle was being moved to. Well, from his memory it was the kitchen area. To the outside where the cement section of the delivery area was being pushed up by huge pistons. They rushed him down into the basement. What happened there?
Looking around, he recognized the seven at the table. The Bookworm society, and other flash but to a different time and reality. 1989 Close Up trip he had wondered off the White House tour via and stair case next to Abe Lincoln's bedroom. Going down four flights of stairs, he found himself in the White House staff’s cafeteria. Where he ate a meal with? He was an elderly black man. African American Political correctness was not in vogue, and he was an American. We spoke about tales of another time and other realities. Mostly spirits and what we had seen of ghosts and dreams.
Then an officer walked by. A military dress man that looked like Clinton R. Siegle but could not be. He was like in his 20s. While Clinton R. Siegle was 18 or 17. He followed the man out without saying much to the elderly black man.
Others joined the military man. They all looked the same. Clinton R. Siegle wondered about clones? He sure as heck did not feel like a clone. They walked to a spiral staircase and walked up it. Clinton R. Siegle followed. He figuring at least he would get out of the underground of Washington Capitols building. After opening three doors he walked into a room with no lights then poof. Lights. In the room was the four men along with six others. They all looked the facial wise but with different military and clothing styles. The window which had a door to the side of it when looking out was the Library of Congress.
“Well, well, so you joined us after all,” said the military dressed that Clinton R. Siegle had followed. He continued, “Take a seat and listen.”
Clinton R. Siegle sat down and listened to tales that would make your heart beat faster. If you realized what they were saying was true. That each of their realities were or was exactly alike in yet so different. Once, everyone was a round telling a tale. The man in military dress he had followed said, “Your turn.” And Clinton R. Siegle told the tale he had from his childhood. All this memory being brought to him as a flash. For the moment before entering Cafe Shi. He had no clue who they were and what was here.
The seven at the table Clinton R. Siegle recognized. His fingers glowed as hell fire seeps into the hand for combat. For along with those memories. The memories of the time wars. Clinton R. Siegle having to kill almost everyone of these people. In mirror realities were there. Several he had had to deal with more than once.
The hostess of the cafe Shi glided up a beautiful lady. Until Clinton R. Siegle recognized who she was. A daughter of Cain. A dragon. Behind the pirate dressed member of the Bookworm society. Clinton R. Siegle recognized the bear. A member of the legendary Claw Legion. Both the hardest to kill for he had taken those here through hell many a time. He figured that this might be another time?He was truly unsure which timeline or space or reality he had just wondered into via Cafe Shi. There seemed to be someone behind Clinton R. Siegle. He without thinking he danced into the defensive position. A shadow boy. He had seen them many a time. This one floated over to the table and took a seat. The dead among the Bookworm society?
Keeping bear and dragon in view Clinton R. Siegle relaxed his fingers. Shifting them back to flesh. He looked at each member and recognized the three other potential dangers. Von Siegfried, Ender, and the third he remembered a tale. One where he did not survive, but he remembered it however the name of the person slips from his mind.
There were now nine members of the Bookworm society. Still two missing. Ender spoke, “More wine, please Ms. Mu.” She served hot sweet Chuma Triago to all. A sip and the table was like in a dream state or world. Each of their stories unfolding, sharing memories. Of times, wars, fights, loves, heart aches, dreams of power influence. Similar or like heaven, only this was storytelling at its finest. Because the stories came from the viewers’ point of view. And if you wanted, you could enter those views of the others being interactively. And see reality for the others.
Clinton R. Siegle visited the Red Apple. A timeline mentally blocked in his reality. When Turkey was Christian. When myths were real. And mysterious myths of the universe were being told along with sold and purchased in the open market. A sort of stall appeared with some of the oldest and rarest books. Along in the bookstall? Clinton R. Siegle recognized Mr. Whoo. However, he was much younger and did not seem in charge here. A man whose accent in ancient Greek was weird. Clinton R. Siegle knew his language translator implants. They should work, but the words were.. Magical.
A whisper behind him made him jump the shadow boy. A vampire in the Red Apple? The word from the shadow boy with the word magical Clinton R. Siegle translator worked. It was not just Greek. It was fae or fairy Greek where humanity did not exist, where fairyland or fairies realm was and humanity? Was a horrible tale they told naughty fairies to keep them in line if you do not behave we will send you to earth of the humans.
The illusion is caste on all within the room. People went to their memories or where they wanted. Ender went back to a time with little kid.
It fills the room with an illusion. All within the room went to their own separate memories and dreams.
Ender the pirate
There I was, living another life again. My mind a fix to a focus of a book and the life within. The spirit given the chapters made me read faster, and the character became dear. Till the end was near. I was gone again, my mind off and into another book, another life, another place in time. Chemistry is strange that way to live a moment in reality is to step outside a universe that is much bigger on the inside than the outside. Thus a library is the holiest of places. For the universe is contained in there. What I can say? Someone person might read this so I will tell a tale to bring the soul to another place in time. To help those hurt in their mind. My eyes tear up just thinking about life. What a wondrous gift. To be. Or not to be. A Jewish question about existence that they debated several hundred years. The end conclusion was that it would have been better not to exist. But since we exist to make the best or better world around us all the same. Dreaming like that start the clock.. This tale is easy Ender the pirate was sailing the ocean with the breeze to his back. Being on a sailing ship, the Black Skimmer one would hope that .. The crew of a bear, a duck and recently added Chuck Cheese doll brought to life by the blue fae was sitting around the table eating pizza. When in walked a child of six or five, a girl living life on a dime? Her father being a poor pirate. Ender said what are you doing here, girl. She just smiled and walked towards the mouse doll. ... Next chapter later..
They transport Ender the pirate from this story of a memory to Greek fairyland or mirror world. Watching Clinton R. Siegle take up a book. A pirate journalwas not. And what was left was nothing.for one of many Ender had left over the many years. Ender watched the soul eater read through his book. He recognized Clinton R. Siegle as the threat to himself. The announcer of Shiva? The destoryer of worlds. Fluffy to some.. For how he did what he did was not known. He always appeared to be a looser. Then something changes and what was being played
Ender watched the shadow boy was behind Clinton R. Siegle and von Siegfried was in the shadows watching.
Then a combined memory was shared with all in the room about the closed time curved reality and that this was just but a memory a moment in time and that soon all would end.
Some reason I am into film. I end up reading a paper on how without light there is no us. i end up realizing in the twinkle of an eye I am being cut from one motion picture to another motion picture and realize that the characters are all experiencing something different in the same movie. One day the person is lucky that the rain is and the next moment i see a sad person. Makes me wonder what adventure package I signed up for when I got on this cruise? Stealing this quote from someone Ido not know I’ve heard this idea before that the defining difference between film and the rest of the arts is film’s ability to change the pace and order of time.
Do you think that’s the big difference or is it something else?
The significance of this shared memory with the store. A closed time curved loop traveler all this.. Billions of years was actually nothing. That Clinton R. Siegle had seen the wild olive branch be cut and destroyed in 2017. Means an ending of time for some. The significance of all seven along shadow boy and Clinton R. Siegle was the realization that in a closed time curved loop reality only one soul can exist. In that moment when the soul had been split into billions of souls and realities when that soul comes back together again that all those realities and billions of years were as if nanoseconds for the spirit in the spirit realm where all souls are being combined back to their original souls.
A time of tribulation? Ender realized a new verse in the bible and watched if others realized the solution. Ender watching the soul eater. Clinton R. Siegle looking at the journals and absorbing the latest news that the olive branch of the greek was or they burned gentiles off.
If the first part of the dough is holy, so is the whole batch; if the root is holy, so are the branches. 17Now if some branches have been broken off, and you, a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in among the others to share in the nourishment of the olive root, 18do not boast over those branches. If you do, remember this: You do not support the root, but the root supports you.…
Jeremiah 11:16
The LORD once called you a flourishing olive tree, beautiful with well-formed fruit. But with a mighty roar He will set it on fire, and its branches will be consumed.
John 15:1
“I am the true vine, and My Father is the keeper of the vineyard.
John 15:2
He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, and every branch that does bear fruit, He prunes to make it even more fruitful.
Romans 11:24
For if you were cut from a wild olive tree, and contrary to nature were grafted into one that is cultivated, how much more readily will these, the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree!
Ephesians 2:11
Therefore remember that formerly you who are Gentiles in the flesh and called uncircumcised by the so-called circumcision (that done in the body by human hands)--
Psalm 80:11-16
She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river…
The end cameth and no one seems to care Ender realizes. That is because we are walking in the valley of death. That is the only way people could see the Shadow boy. The Clint who wanted to be Peter Pan. Without the realization that Peter Pan was death. And the deal? Clint had traded something for well to become a vampire or shadow of the Peter Pan. Death or the living dead.. To see him sent shivers up Enders body.