Censorship is one of those things on my mind..

I went across the line in 2016. Few believe me. Look up one of my journals and you will realize how crazy I must seem to be. I suggest ¨Wondering Mind through the multiverse¨1 on prose. That will give you some of the history I have seen.

Doubts about lines always make me wonder. Rules, regulations, community standards. I often have held my tongue waiting to not hurt someone’s feelings.

Searching often to find someone like me. Of course there are a slew of them. Called Mandela effected people.

The key to their crossing over to the parallel reality?

Most have death experiences. I know I am dead or dying or some sort of simulated memory. Why? Things change all the time and no one seems to care. Because they are from here and I? I sometimes wonder what happened to Sagittarius and the people I once upon a time knew on a planet whose planet’s system went in order: Mercury, Mars, Earth - not Mercury Venus Earth.

Stepping across the parallel line or death, I search for meaning. Meaning? My life was an extraordinary adventure.

I went places, saw the most wondrous projects from conception to finish. I lived an adventure both in my mind and in reality.

Now? That adventure has me footless, partially blind, and missing my hearing is so bad; my kids have to ask me to turn down my music because I am playing too loud.

The date of the transfer happened? Depends. I have lots of journals all online. When I kept hard copies, they did not transfer to other realities. And for the first few, I remember one adventure.

And then? I remember another adventure in another. Meaning? If I had multiple personalities or a split personality, that could actually go to places at once. These stories would make sense.

However, I only have one personality. And thus? I have multiple dreams of different alternative realities?

Meaning? I ate at MacDonalds their signature hamburger, the Big Mac. I wore Sketchers, not Skecher shoes. And of course I shopped at JcPenny.

However, crossing the line? I share these stories with other people. And? Few, if any, know what to do with such stories. I got sent to a shrink. And he? Stated I was living past lives. I assured him that just yesterday that the UK had voted 54 to 47 to stay in the EU on a Tuesday. While, here in this reality, the UK voted 51 to 48 to leave the EU.

The difference? I doubt I know. I have not seen the other reality in a long, long time. According to my journals about the internet saying how old the earth is, eons have passed.

Making me wonder which reality is real. And now? Scientists claim to discover that we are in fact living in a simulator.2 Which makes sense. The reality of the question, however, is how does one get out of a simulator? And or?

The and or being the reboot of the game. Does that mean we get judged? And placed into another simulated game? I did not do so well at this game. What makes them think I would do good for another?

Crossing the lines most often is when I go out for a walk. And reality changes behind me. Doubt me? I doubt myself. But watching a house, for example, being built in a week or waking up with a wall painted egg shell white one day. The next a sort of sickish yellow. Or seeing a tree walk up a mountain rather than down a mountain. Or a mountain move. I assure you I have seen all of this. The only line broken is when I speak about such things. Few, if any, take me seriously. Why? They are from here. An afterlife of sorts, where they have played this game to a conclusion. And? All my ranting and raving about avoiding thermonuclear war seems to go unheard or not even cared about..3

My latest meme, complete with references, even points to the facts. And? Seems people either are not led to read me. Or they do not read me. Or do not believe me. Which is fine. I suppose in a parallel reality where I had been living if I would have showed up and said. Hey, the world is ending. In yet? The world stayed. Maybe I too would be unconcerned?

Watching, however, how a city changes makes me question this reality or simulated reality.

Why? In my mind I had discussion with people why La Paz, Bolivia buildings were code structured to only have so many floors. Earthquakes. And now?

I see complete buildings, some 30 stores higher than those coded requirements. Maybe the earthquake's law changed? I ask. No. Always the same. Just I remember reality differently.

The mirror image worlds and their shadow people often can not understand why I care, to be honest. My reply? I have heard or seen on YouTube December 12, 2017 Hawaii nuked. I have heard how other realities die, too.

The ending of a simulator always brings back this crucial question to my mind. Did I cross the line enough, or did I let rules and regulations confine me to a hellish reality for so long? Religion is a question in my mind.

For that, too, has changed. And if one and one can change from being two. Examples? Zachariah to Zechariah name in the bible. Lion to wolf in the bible. Among other ideas. Like how many states in the United States? In 2016 there were 51. Elsewhere Abe Lincoln was a senator or at least he was in a sixth grade essay report I had to do about him. Just as a few examples of why 2 might not be 1 plus 1 in a parallel reality. Then all other ideas could be just a coded illusion. Making me wonder why I still not flying around like superman these days.

What is my plan? To help where I can I suppose. Even if I am not so helpful. You see I am a bit disabled like I have said. Missing a foot, partial vision, deaf to the extent my kids ask me to turn down my music. Because they are studying.

Is it a good plan to tell people that they might want to change their ways? So far nothing has changed outside that scientists now admit we live in a simulator. And that the rich are trying to break out of it.

1 https://theprose.com/post/92852/journal-of-a-wondering-mind-through-the-multiverse

2 https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/confirmed-we-live-in-a-simulation/

3 https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1456724747743137807