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There is a legend that most have forgotten about life. The legend says that to provide soothing dreams for the all powerful one. Souls were made. To provide an interest in the dreams the all powerful one toke a bit of himself and planted the source of souls in a garden. He made the garden for the soul to grow and from which souls would be taken. Each soul was to have a purpose and direction to go. The humor of this is in dream was to wager against fate as to see where and how the soul would end. The bets and journey through life of the soul to its end made the powerful one entertainment. His desire to see how bits and pieces of his soul would grow made him more and more interested in the drama from which his soul would take if given a different chance.

To make the betting even worth more the all powerful one made a decision to make everything seven times and watch everything replay at different times and places. The experience called life being developed is what this story is about.

Genesis One Design

There were 1100 companies bidding on requirements to build the first universe. Each company had to provide ideas to what was needed and what entertainment venues would be provided to the all-powerful one.

Life has many ways to teach you something. Narrator.

My life story could be told with the passing of cars in my life and how each held something new or different in experience.

The first car of memory was a Plymouth 1973. That car took me on the journey during an experience most people do not get to have. Lightning, then hail, water for a flood, all happening at once the week prior to my parent's divorce. The situation living on a farm my mother took the car and us into Glendive, Montana to shop. The storm came in with howling winds and hail the size of golf balls. The car was getting smashed and driving home to the farm a valley curve was full of water. Just when we entered the curve. Water coming through a car door at the age of five is something. Mom quickly backed out and went down another dirt road to cross to the farm. That road the valley was flooded also. On the other side, an uncle was trying to cross the same path. That day the knowledge that there was and is someone greater than my father or family came home to rest within me.

A FEW WEEKS LATER I WAS SEATED INSIDE THE HOT PLYMOUTH WHEN MY PARENTS GOT THEIR DIVORCE OUTSIDE THE LEGAL OFFICE. I REMEMBER THE METER RUNNING DOWN. THE HOTTNESS OF THE SUN ON THE SEAT COVERS MADE A SMELL THAT WAS PURE PLASTIC OR SOME TYPE OF MATERIAL.

The divorce happened and my toys got packed away never to be seen again. My mom started her adventure to buy a camper which took us all over Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana. That summer I met my Korean cousins at Medora musical play. Shannon and Meagan Carlson from Bismarck ND. I was with my mom since the divorce. That summer we found a Chinook camper that was on sale. The company was trying to sell it to get into motor boats.

The Chinook camper was an adventure that took me places and dreams that only a few will ever have.

PART LATER AFTER DESCRIPTION OF VENTURE AND DIVORSE--

A specific place was when it broke down during a funeral The dream was so vivid. I was attending a funeral and had some time. As many of you know I use to live in the library during the daylight hours of the 1980’s. I spent my time with Lewis, Token, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.

On a trip between Montana, and North Dakota I visited a rather large library on the plains of North Dakota. The library looked like a bank built in the 20’s. I got to spend a few hours there by chance due to the family and car troubles. I quickly found an ole favorite the Hobbit in the back of the library of course where the loners usually just enjoy the peace and quiet. I quickly read through the first 200 or so pages stopping where the dwarfs were imprisoned prior to their release by Bilbo.

Just when the dwarf’s prison doors were to be opened; knowingly, since I had read the book a few times before a book popped out the shelf and fell open next to me reading the Hobbit. Humor how life happens at times. The book was something I had not read nor touched before Harry Flashman. Odd that the book defiantly was not categorized by the author last name nor title of the book for a library category. So I was unsure why it was here. Putting it back an older boring colored hardcover caught my attention. Grabbing at it instead of pulling it from the self it binged back and made me jump back as a click and the whole shelf swung against me as if a door opening. And to that point the shelf pulled back with my hand.

The librarian was no where to be found. I believe she had gone out forgetting me. So with no one to stop me I pulled the door open. There on the floor was a pile of envelopes, and from the light from a window over the chair I was using I could see a light with a pull string light. Bending over reading the address I was the majority addressed to a Mr. Babsy. Humor someone’s Hemingway hideout? Who knows anyway pulling the chain lighted a small room. A table, what looked like a still. The pile of envelopes and a small looking medical gad was what I could see. Being venturous I went through the envelopes. Which had wonderful 20s stamps all addressed to Baby. Trying to figure out why their presence was there I noticed a mail drop between the back of the door.

Well I guess if someone was to hid a room a library was as good as place as any. What surprised me most was the lack of dust. Anyways moving into the room I started to review the books on the table. The first was a ledger accounting it seemed of a business operation of medicine? No I suppose after seeing a liquor bottle. There in the ledger were small towns that appeared in North Dakota, South Dakota, Montana, Illinois, Minnesota, and other small towns that I recognized from my travels with my mom since the split up of my folks. It seemed this was a major illegal operations built on the plains of North Dakota. Sort of like the Kennedy’s moon shine hold in Havre, Montana. Looking at the next book it seemed like a personal diary. Last date 1929 written about a Mr. Babsy and venture of moonshine. The journal was given by someone Limburg for a birthday gift to a Major Babsy. Reading the diary about Mr. Babsy seemed to be in love with someone. He had it bad. Seemed obsessive to appoint that I realized I had never fallen head over heals in love before. It seemed to detail that Mr. Babsy was a local who was planning to take and make himself a rich person.

Humor he even gave some detail on back accounts and politicians a few of them; I had heard about from history class. One name I saw I did not expect was my great grand father. Well, I knew the righteous stories on how he made it in flax in the 40’s. Seeing his name there made me wonder a bit but life is a mixture of chance opportunities. Anyway venturing into the boxes one contained several old medicine bottles labels peeling with age and odd color liquor look inside. Another box had a letter on it without an envelope. Opening the letter which was addressed to someone whose name I had heard in the old folk’s home where my great grandfather lived. What a small world we live in. The letter was telling him that if Mr. Babsy might never come back; from reading the content the letter it was sort of a last will and testament from Mr. Babsy. The letter went into how several small communities were being used and their libraries were being used to store medicine etc. Opening the box under the letter there were roughly fifty thousand dollars in ones the year 1920 stamped on them. The box looked half full. Humor what one expected and what one gets are two things. I closed the box. Thinking I needed to talk with my grandfather prior to doing anything. I toke the dairy, 20 dollars in one dollar bills from the box replacing them with a 20 dollar bill my father had given me on his recent visit to me. My parents of course being separated tried to buy my love at times. I also toke the letters unopened. Pulling on the chain the light chain broke while closing the self back. Going back into the library I pushed the shelf back into place. I went to the door. Humor the librarian had locked me in with a note saying she was out for lunch. Well life happens so I went back to my seat and begin again the Tale of there and back again. Later in the evening the librarian awoke by turning on all the lights an

MOVING TO MINOT

Meet my great grandfather Anthony Haman in Minot nursing home. We were close for a while. He was an adventurer. TLike the time he took the stairs down in a wheelchair. His statement I almost made it to the bottom. There in Minot I sold Grit to earn money for my bike. That bike took me places. The scenery of Minot is wonderful. Minot even has a zoo. Which most mid-western towns do not have. A zoo with monkeys.

Bike trip

I meet my best friend for a few months there on a bike trip. Ross was a year younger than me. We played together. That was the year of Star Wars and my moms conversation to religion. That is where life began and dreams well that is the stuff life is made of to dream is to live a life while hoping for a better future.

The Chinook took us, mom and me to visit relatives throughout North Dakota in the late 70s. I met my great aunt Rosie who was in a wheelchair due to Multiple sclerosis MS. She was a strict lady whose husband Micky worked for the post office. Their dog Snowball was a poodle that loved to chase balls.

After elling 250 Grit magazines I could afford a bike from the money that my dad gave me for visiting my mom. They were trying to get back together.

2013

June 23rd I went to the doctor’s office. They stated I should exercise. I went to the gold's gym signed up that very day and caught bacteria from their gym floor that caused/ate the flesh to my ankle bone by causing the flesh to die. I spent July in the hospital losing 33 pounds from vomiting, diarrhea caused by acid re flux disease; August I was placed in the old folk’s home. Therein I kept saying hello to people in the rooms around me only not to see them the next day. They stuck me in the hospice wing. Kind of blew my mind and well yes I need help with English, but I am still working my way back from that issues.

September and October on short term disability at home I could not walk well, and could not sit for long periods of time nor drive. My wife and kids came home in September. October I got off disability and the company I was working for laid me off on that same-day October 10th.

As for my family, my wife is better. I think she just meant nearly every other month.

Stress- I think almost dying, losing a lot of weight, and being laid off has taken a lot out of me.

Work front: I have had 24 Anyway, news here 26 interviews, four contracts signed awaiting my time with a medicare part c telesales person position which I quit. Evidently, I am now partially deaf in my right ear. I never a good talker to begin with but a lady in South Dakota yelling at me for say in 39.9 versus her hearing 69 dollar lead me to believe I should try something else. I thus accepted the first offer of a job consulting for the Fountain group in Florida. I told you about having spent money to make money I did not even break even. What a life there. Trying to break even this month of January. . When the budget gets signed. While waiting, I am writing sad thoughts, etc..... what do you think of this- I know it is not smart. However, sometimes life is not as it should be. Much of my life has been that way. I understand my story is hard to follow. interviews and four offers, only to be told awaiting funding due to the government not releasing contracts to Lockheed, Honeywell, Oceanonics, and a small consulting firm. This Monday instead of waiting unemployment, I toke a temp job at a call center for selling Part C insurance. It should be interesting.

Thank you for reading my emails and keeping in contact. I appreciate our friendship.

There I was again in a situation of sugar and flour making. Diabetes, a sickness what a way to go a left foot. It started that Feb 24th day. I went to work for the first day. Just to be told to go home with merely seven hours worth of work. And not come back until noon Wednesday. Paid hotel, car, and flight not being paid for what a life to live. That Wednesday after 11 calls still no software installed told to come in Thursday with potential no work on Friday. That Thursday I start throwing up. Vomiting water, and everything. Friday same. Saturday I find a spot on my foot similar to what I had back in June when I lost the skin to my ankle.

The story of threes... you have heard it. The accident happened then another and a third just for the kicks of it. You have to be ready for anything. I do not know what I am, but I have survived again. The third attempt I survived or is there more. What happens next... that is the story... right leg, left foot gone, hearing almost gone, humor how a person trying to kill me with a zip gun attempted murder, and well, the world is out to get someone. However, why this life was to be a bookworm. What could I have done? Alternatively, It could have been... that is a question I do not understand... seated here I realize I should have taken a left corner instead of a right. I would have been next to there... that make no sense... perhaps try something else... a book an author... a poet maybe ... I tried a bit http://www.poetry.com/.../414922-Clinton%20Siegleconceivably a professional ... www.linkedin.com/in/clintonsiegle/ perchance I could have been a marine... Or stand against the odds... how I would catch to work against the dragons... what is life like what to say what to do... the tale of ender the pirate most know... Welcome back to the presentation of how the world is nowadays...

There is an Almighty that I know .. I knew of him for a while. He is great and terrible his world is not that which I would be a choice for this life.

I do know that his domain is coming closer. Ceres or Nebular or somewhere else where is Heaven and then that makes there a hell. What will happen? The wars, the peace called by everyone but fulfilled by none. Earthquakes in diverse places, volcano, wars, the world is coming apart per verses in the Bible. Why? What purpose? If the end is known why play the game?

That is the question- is there an alternative world or domain or universe? Is hell the outcome for all those that are not proper or wanting to be right? That is weird about the questioning...

Dreams are often the way of life. Thank the creator for obamacare forcing me to purchase health insurance February prior to losing my left foot due to poor judgment.

I went to work for Raytheon on Feb 24th they sent me home with only seven hours of work and told me not to report back till Wednesday noon. Rationale they could not install Microsoft Project 2007. Noon Wednesday still no installation. They said come in Thursday and if no installation do not come in Friday. I went in after 11 more calls that day along with the 20 or so calls prior nothing. I went home Thursday and started throwing up violently. I thought acid reflux disease.

DREAM

Sometimes I sit quietly and wonder why I am not in a mental asylum. Then I take a good look around at everyone and realize... maybe I already am.

In deciding to be evil as a profession I have to find support so I am turning to a major sponsor the US government. I figure if I paid into them a quarter of a million over 13% over the years. Maybe a grant or social security can help me out. So I am looking for new ideas after taking my advice from Ms. West. "When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before." -- Mae West. So I am looking for a bad deed to do. Any decisions will have to be cartoonish in nature. Of course there will be a well. Which is a deep hole in the rural backyard? Well hello there you look like a bad decision. What evil to do.. Well, minions we will have to meet at midnight hour which makes it more evill.. Well, if you excuse me, tonight’s bad decisions are not going to be made by themselves.

An author that is right I shall write a world changing book and people will pay me money.. Then I will use said money to buy .. wait for it folks. The seven seas..

Yes:

Introduction to book:

Staring at the spaceship in Texas desert makes one realize that life is short. Play hard for all that is known was about to be changed both intellectually and economically from oil base economy to religious ideology on that made us. The year 2015 a water world Ceres was passing earth when a spacecraft landed in Texas. The race known as Fae or Fairy were here to pick up their cousins who had been living underground, and on a different wave length, the entire span of humans had been on earth. Their energy being phased just a little out of the eyesight of humans made their entire culture a mystery, and in truth only the myths told about those stories that had escaped into the common knowledge of man. Anyway, their spacecraft landing made no news anywhere due to the government. The government tried to hush the experience up. Blanketing the whole of Texas with thunderstorms, sending men in black to change the minds of the residents and blacking out the media. However, a few people escaped those men in black. Their stories appearing on Facebook made those not interested think that what happens in Texas needs to stay in Texas. This is a tale of one of those people that was not from Texas but is stuck on a fracking rig close to a fairy ring. What happened there was something to behold. The equipment is destroyed in the wildest ways. The fairy coming right out of the hill twisted the metal into an odd like demon structure. The employees tried to run but were changed into bugs.