Confessions of a time traveler.

When a class pisses you off. So you write the whole truth and nothing but the truth and see who believes you or not. https://www.futurelearn.com/courses/start-writing-fiction/17/steps/834013 I am a time traveler. I have traveled many worlds in a closed time curved loop. I often write about my experience online to the amusement of reality. I held six clearance in my life and was considered somewhat of a novelty. I am currently doing interviews online with some rather famous people. And have 3 presidential interviews under my belt since August 2020. Beyond that I have heard of several realities dying. And March 28, 2020 I celebrated my 4.5 billionth birthday. My favorite food is space dried potatoes. And I often have been considered crazy by many however I usually can prove what I say. So I have been offered a ride in a UFO via a Frenchman. I have a testimonial written in Italian that can be found online. I am awaiting to see the end of the worlds. Meaning I have lived on several different parallel realities. Oh and I saw John Von Neumann's last paper he wrote in May 1957 right before he died. What else? Fictional I was a superhero? I like drama movies? I do not need to flirt with you, I will seduce you with my awkwardness?

So the fun part about being a time traveler everything you write is considered fiction. However, to my knowledge I was not a superhero. I do not like space dried potatoes. And I most likely will not seduce anyone with my awkwardness. All the rest are facts that can be found in some realities and not in others I suppose. That is the issue with time is it not. Time of a closed time curved loop traveler. I mean who cares if you say the Battle of Hastings happened in 996 when you know it happened in 1006 in some realities and 1066 in other realities? No one believes a word a time traveler says. And thus a whole story book of time travelers memories and no one cares because to them it is all fictional.

During my travelers I have had 11 journals so far about my time as a space time traveler. Not that anyone reads them. My one that has survived the most is on prose. A wondering mind through the multiverse by Clinton R. Siegle. The problem? Evidently the person here was saying he was Clinton Siegle and forgot the R. So I wondered if he did not realize what the R stood for? OR and here it is never used the R in his realities? Meaning? I am Clint Siegle. I am Clinton Siegle. I am Clinton R. Siegle. I remember a heck of a lot of useless facts as a time traveler, the one that bothers me the most? What happened to Sketchers? Or MacDonalds stood for Big Mac and now it is McDonals? Which means where did the Big Mac come from or was it here first and gone later? These are my issues not yours. You are dead. Reanimated for a day or so for my spirit to go back and face God I suppose. To think I failed yet again. At least there is something else to look forward to.

Useful details of a time traveler? Well? I suppose if I go back to hell I now know Shakespeare's father was a glove maker, that he was buried in a church, was married to Anne Hathaway, nowadays they even know where his house was at and that his great grand kid held the home for two hundreds years after his death. I am not sure what that would do to me. I think they would call me a conspiracy nut. I mean we spent hours discussing in my reality was Shakespeare one person or many? Was he an ambassador to Italy or some famous group of poets? Here all the facts are online and I suppose important to someone. Just not me. Details? I have pages of details. I think the word dilemna is the detail I wonder most about. No no you say it is spelled dilemma and I say for 45 years prior to 4.5 billion years it was spelled dilemna and since my reality died first but that is just it. My reality did not die first it was just sped up. What do I mean? My earth was 6.5 billion years old. My galaxy was 377,000 light years in diameter. Earth population was 8.5 billion on April 19 , 2016 plus 4.5 billion years. So? Well, according to some Nazi book Time and Belief because I saw it made it real.

Yes, reviewing my journals is not fun anymore. Why? Well I remember what I wrote and what I read is not what I wrote. The latest? I purchased a television and was watching it. Big Screen words Daewood right there. Then a few days later Daewoo. What a misspelling no. The freaking box says Daewoo. So? Well, I went back and read one of my many journals and now? Time has changed in the journal. Meaning? It is not my journal anymore. Instead of saying missing 2 billion people in 2016 plus 4.5 billion years it says 1.2 billion. Instead of a galaxy stating 377,000 diameter it says 344,000 diameter. The meaning? Some other poor lost soul wrote that journal and my journal? He or someone else has or had since those worlds are all dead. So? Just means journaling as a time traveler is a lot harder than one would expect. And those few people that read your online rants might think you are nuts or a very good fictional writer. Whichever the case my journals now have items in it that I have no context to say yes or no to at times. Which means I am a lost soul I suppose.

How lost? Well, according to some hell is not that far away. Meaning I am watching the time of tribulation. Mark of the beast and so forth.

Why I write? It is cheaper than a shrink and more useful I suppose. When I first awoke to my dilemna I was a bit more vocal than my writing is. I felt kidnapped. Let's be honest I was kidnapped. I lived in hell and now I was moving backwards in time through a closed time curved loop which I did not know at the time. Meaning? Deja vu. I wrote lots of well I did this again. I think whoever is in front of me is lazy. Well, that company purchased that company for 20 billion dollars less and 9 months later I wonder what the significance is? Why can't I get to watch Resident Evil? The date keeps on getting pushed out. What is the meaning of double stuffed oreos now not existing? If I have a photo of JcPenny store why is that location now JCPenney? What is the meaning of the extra e? Why does your cheese suck? I figured that one out. Took me a while but I figured that one out at least. Why do I say your sun is covered by a mirror weapon platform which is burning the railroad route for Senator Feinstein husbands railroad? Because it is and three fourths of the trees on earth. So? I have no idea. The detail of fiction are lost to me. What was fiction is now real and what was real no longer exists.

My journal is my life experience and whether it is believed or thought of as fiction who cares. What gets me is now I can't even find my references anymore. What do I mean? I mean I wrote them down. I remember them. Now? Some other parallel me wrote down his experiences and they are completely not mine. It is like watching spliced films of say 1 billion yous over 4.5 billion years but you only get 1 sec the first time around and then a day on the way back. And the story makes no sense. What do I mean? Example I got married in Idaho. We honeymooned in Seattle. Seattle in my world was 150 north of its current location and when I got lost on the highway and did not get off at the right exit my wife and I went right into Canada. It was a big deal in my reality because she was not a US citizen. We had to go through customs etc. Now? How does that work Seattle is no where near Canada and that story which I wrote down is in my journal somewhere but when i read the person journal here? He writes interestingly but this is not me and I am not sure where he came from nor where he is going meaning? There are a lot of paths to hell these days and I am not sure where I have been is the worse yet or to expect something much worse?

So there I was a time traveler stuck in some bizarre world where Microsoft patent is 666. Bill Gates states he wants to murder 80 to 90 percent of the world. And when I read books here that were my favorite they screw up the main quotes that make or break the book. How can you screw a quote so badly that I stop liking a book? Bizarre worlds. I should clarify this one is not the worst by far but let's be honest you seem more hostile towards me than I would expect. I mean I am going seduce you with my wit and charm. You know you will finish reading this story just to see if I am crazy or not? Maybe I am and maybe writing a complete life story of a person who has lived 4.5 billion years visited many parallel realities and talked to demons, serial killers, been put in some rather weird government meetings, and basically would have enjoyed being a librarian or and here is the latest change. I wrote I would become a dishwasher instead of what I did. When I went back and read that line? It was changed to janitor? I was a janitor for a time. I did not like it. Thus the irony when I wrote dishwasher. Meaning? I wash plates in these realities and my wife rewashing because what I think is clean is dirty evidently.

What is my character like as a time traveler? Well, I am sort of a bear pirate. I am missing my right ankle from being a zombie for 17 days. And I missing my right foot for being a zombie for 8 days. I am missing my left eye and am going blind. Character? I sort of fear I might be one of those lost pirate teddy bears from Rudolph the red nosed reindeer Island of misfit toys. What do I mean? I am fluffy. I also look like a pirate to some. However character? I am not sure I was noted for being a character I suppose. Not much of a bad one. I mean I was not that much into money. I loved books. I should have stayed in a bookstore. Or maybe the library. One or the other. Awkward being a time traveling pirate teddy bear I suppose. It was not what I had planned to do or be you know. One day I was normal. The next poof you are Mandela affected is that he did not die in the 1990s. What he died in 2013. Sure sure. Whatever it is today, facts show that is the truth. Maybe I am a character in my own novel. Lost teddy pirate on his way home to land of misfit toys there and back again a pirate tale. Sounds kind of exciting. I think I would actually buy that. I wonder if anyone else would? Most likely I am going to be censored and no one will ever read this story anyways. So I will have fun with it.

The time traveler was getting tired. It was after a few billion years of sleep he had caught up on in the past 4 years or so. That the closed time curved loop was ending and that the time of tribulation mark of the beast Revelation 16, Plagues Revelation 6,and other items were on the way just kind of phased the time traveler. The deja vu made him wonder since he was not alone in or on this trip what other people's speculations were? Why they thought one thing and the time travel awkward accounting of time, mirror suns, the discovery of history changes made them sort of lost souls. Maybe that is it after all . Maybe all Mandela effected people are lost misfit toys? It would make sense with the Zachariah changing to Zechariah. Army melting to zombieland here and now. The question made the time traveler realize he needed to get dressed up a bit better. Meaning if he dies in these clothes thinking that zombies are real would he want to be caught dead in a yellow sweatshirt? Sweat versus sweet? You eat sweat treats for Halloween while you sweet beets during the week. He wonders if he is nuts or if the whole rhyming mystery and time was playing a cruel joke on him? After all, why is MacDonald's Big Mac not a Big Mc?

The time traveler looked back at his last attempt to write a journal. It had been read over 3,000 times and 182 thumbs up. He wondered if the thumbs up were all from misfit toys? I mean who else would notice? Who would want to believe that they are just reanimated dead things playing a huge story of God or the matrix if John Von Neumann last paper was correct? Who would want to know that God forsakes whole realities leaving copies of people you loved so close to the one you knew or who is to replace them that if they would not know the story by heart you would not know the difference that hey who the heck are you? What did we do in Seattle if we did not spend 3 hours in costumes getting you back from Canada? To realize that the end of time is the beginning of time is sort of a misnomer I suppose. Imagine getting to heaven and not even knowing anyone. Everyone will have completely different realities and stories and instead of 1 father or mother where Jesus says 100s you realize that all these fathers and mothers not a single one of them might have actually been yours on your reality it is kind of a spooky conclusion. Who wants to know this? Not a teddy pirate that is for sure.

What does a time traveling teddy bear pirate do? That is a great question. At first I was planning on getting even. I said I lived in hell right? Well, hell is a much softer world than here. Meaning? Well my body was pretty broken. My sinus cavity looked like a sponge had been ripped apart. Meaning? Well my skull did not have a bone behind the eye and my cavity of a sinus caused me no end of pain. And the person or should I say people that smashed my sinuses I know and keep dips on to this day. So? Well, fair game. They got away with evil. I at first felt I should have that right too. Don't you know? I mean imagine if you were afraid of someone and knew them enough that you know where they buried the bodies. Now you have a body that you can smash through a wall with if you like and the other main characters in your life haven't a clue that let alone do I recall their evilness I still hate their guts to the very core of reality and back enough to have done something so evil that it might be my fatal flaw. What? Let's be honest, as a pirate most of my friends claimed to be witches. And I am awkward enough to learn that joking around with the eye of neut can cause them to be rather unique situations meaning? Well, spells were not considered real and reading books? What you find there is or were or are secrets that oftentimes a teddy bear pirate should not read.

What is reading? Spelling? What is spellcraft? Let's be honest a misfit teddy bear pirate thought that all reading was something fun. Who would have thought Ron Hubbard's realities were real? Who would have realized that the book of revelations talked about Bill Gates as one of the beasts? So? Well, curses are a bit more complex. That I used one and it works is awkward. Why? I sort of bound my soul to watching the destruction of the system of things. Why would you be so small? Well, it was sort of an easy spell and who believes witches? Or for that matter since it was directly out of the bible that something like this could happen? Surely not a misfit toy teddy bear pirate. Nevertheless here I am and here you are and well. It works to an extent. I now know the horrible deaths of all my enemies in my hell. It is not a good death. That they got burnt up by the x rays of the universe was kind of hard to swallow. What do I mean? I write. On Cosmofunnel one of my poems before all this happened. I talked about how on that earth on the outer edge arm of Sagittarius that earth was stepping outside of the galaxy and was going to be fried for the next 7 to 12 years. I did not think much of my jump at first but earth was never near the outside edge of an arm again and the fate of all my enemies is quite clear to me. So? Well, dearie, with a great story there is alway a great price. What do I mean? People talk about selling their souls for power, fame or riches? I sort of went the other way.

What do I mean? Well, if I told you I am in a gated community. That I have not been outside for years. That my warden sort of knows my every move one would suspect something happened to the teddy bear pirate. But no. I get out all the time. Not. Maybe I could escape my captors I doubt it. Nevertheless I am here stuck writing this absurd story in a non lit room freezing in South America of all places. Meaning? My world La Paz, Bolivia was 73 degrees and never snowed. My clothes were warm enough. I still have the same clothes but how in the worlds is South America freezing enough that there is now now in Bolivia? Why am I in Bolivia? I ran away from home. I told you I was a misfit toy after all. And toys want to see the world adventure and maybe find the book of a lifetime or romance. Like I said awkward. Anyhow here I am lost in the dark writing this story. Should be interesting why? In one night I am going through two weeks of classes. For what reason? Just because life is like that at times. I wonder. Is a second here which is billions of years where I was at. What will the higher level of reality look like after all to a misfit toy? For that matter what happened to all the souls that came before me and through this reality? Are they good, bad or evil? Sometimes I wonder about myself. Am I going to see the end of the worlds and final judgment or am I going to skip it somehow?

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Recently, I have been writing about my prison sentence. Being stuck in La Paz, Bolivia behind a gated community it is amazing the women that enjoy a good pirate teddy bear story. What do I mean? I am just like Biden. Meaning he is real. oh no he is crazy you claim.. No, no.. Biden is real. I believe he beat up cornpop with a chain. He was arrested visiting Mandela. He has plans to murder 200 million right from the CIA. Read www.deagel.com and if you do not believe me you can ask his white, indian, African VP. So? Well, here is the story of the Montauk Project claiming that Trump will save America. Will that happen? I believe Trump is the seventh trumpet. I believe in 2017 he became a jew. And when the evil one possesses the ruler of the world Trump likely will be one of the top choices. So? Was Reagan right that Trump can save the US of A? Well, be a time traveling teddy bear I can tell you a story. You see the Muslims are not totally wrong. There were actually 7 messiahs. The jews hunted down six of them. What? The six messiah was tricked into violence as I hear and lost his grace. While the fifth one? I heard he fell in love with Shiva and left God's grace for India. Silly teddy bear pirate you can not be telling the truth. What of the other messiahs that the jewish satanist did away with and why would they do that evil. Time travel my dearie is a true story and I paid a heavy price to learn that story. Lets just say even if you bury a person a thousand times he might come back and ask for payment again and I am to be honest not interested in eating my enemies anymore. Not that I am full. Just I did not realize the curse works. Meaning? No one says I am a nic teddy bear and if you knew what I dream about you would most likely back away and run screaming away as fast as your legs can take you. Don’t worry even with one foot I will catch you. In time all fall.

So what am I am talking about? I think the Muslim have the story closet. Meaning they talk about the war between the angels and jinns. How God trapped the djinns in a contract making them what you call modern day demons. Here 2012 which is the real year for 2020 here or there will be a great solar flash. The universe will re right itself and the experience is something known as the galactic alignment or solar event. For those with harmful chemicals in their bodies the radiation will radiate and activate dormant DNA. So here is the secret. Bill Gates or the first beast fails to read the rest of the story. That dormant DNA is supposed to create supernatural heroes or to those in the known djinns. Who is in the know? Time wizards, they failed to do something. And well, I have had this long trip because someone broke my contract. Significance they owe me. Meaning? Fastening your seat belt, the great awakening or assent to the next level is not what people think it is. Meaning? I told you I was not nice. I could be a spirit or if the story is truthful a djinn. The higher levels of consciousness are awakening. They say every 25900 years this happens. It wipes out all life in the solar system. Leaving what are considered higher level frequencies. Am I one of those beings? In sense I would have preferred to be a pirate or dishwasher I think. What am I saying? Why are you not going to heaven? Did I not mention the war between the jinns and angels and contract? You see jinns lose not in all realities for the same time. That I was born most likely in the third age of humanity not in the seventh where I lived for 45 years plus or minus billion of years seems to indicate that I might not be the person I think I am and for those that want to have fun. Let's look each other up in heaven if we both get in.

Getting into heaven might be something to see. Will I make it? I doubt it. I have faith. I know God can do whatever he wants. This is his story and game after all. Shh. I suppose that is the secret of this place. Say what? Paul who was Saul in his run. Be in first place. Imagine the number of realities without heaven I have talked about. Countless billions of years where I as a teddy bear pirate got revenge on people. Say what? I said I was not good. It took me a while to figure out my dreams. I thought I was going mad. I mean who would personalize a person's hell to them? And then? Lock them and walk away for what seems like for eternity. That people laugh and say what am I talking about? When I say I lived on Sagittarius, passed through Pegasus,then to Orion arm, then to Orion spur, and now Orion nebula I accounted for most of that time by having some of the most awful dreams of my life. Let me be honest I do not like pain. I do not like evil. In yet? I think I could give Stephan King a run for his money if I was to write what my dreams are about. Laugh all you want. You have never had to look into a person's soul. Figure out what was their most embarrassing moment in their life and then set it so they have to live it over and over again until someone is satisfied that the criminal was punished. You are saying billions of years. How many people do you know? I knew? I have had close to every senator email address since 2003. I have memories of talking with people that most people say how did you get to know that person? Simply put I already said it. I do not need to flirt. I will seduce you with my awkwardness of truth.

So you are claiming to be a time traveler? Going to be a demon or djinn or get into heaven which is it? Lets say that is what keeps this story interesting. You will have to read to the ending to find out which I become. Why? Let me be honest for a time when I was on the German timeline where Adolf Hitler ransomed the Jewish population to the US and he lived to 1973 or 1978 depending on the reality I assure I was probably someone you would be scared to come across anywhere. Here? Like I said. They broke the contract and instead of being who I should have been. Psalms 2 happened. The kings and lords and presidents said lets break God's story or bond and when they did that? I was put in what I call hell for a reason. I do not like people in general. I would have preferred to be left alone in a bookstore or library. That they stole my ability to read for sometime makes their crime a lot more than just millions of dollars they stole from me. Along with my foot, eyesight, and career and family. Let me be honest. I do not own anything any more. Easy peesy for me to walk away from my prison. However? I am here and you are there for a moment. Just give me until tonight. I might say hello.

So details of my time travel? Why I have many notes, journals? The problem is not mine. Meaning? I expect I wrote about what I found lately that things I knew have changed? And that would mean the soul that was here was different somehow compared to me? How different? Instead of a dishwasher he wants to become a janitor. Instead of starting out at 377,000 he starts at 344,000. Meaning? I think I might be a tad bit older than him. Am I the oldest? Oh heavens no. I know lots of Mandela affected people and they are not who you expect them to be. I mean. They should have lived a different life and now? Maybe their contract was broken and God now in Zechariah not Zachariah as I was brought up to know purifies them as silver and gold? What does that mean? The book the Secrets of Lights talks about how the new age will start with a time flip. What does that mean? Well if all this reality has a light meaning? Energy equates to light cubed times mass. While mass is light. Say what? The sunlight stabilized frequency is all mass is. Stabilized light. No. You are insane. Maybe. I have not been so mentally aware of things this past few billion years. Nevertheless let me try it this way. What makes life here on earth? Plants. Without plants nothing lives. Oh pooh. Come now there is sea life. Which requires plants to eat. No no. Yes it is as simple as if there were no plants there would be no life. And? How is it that plants grow? Chloroplast. Meaning? Well, what does cholorplast do? Takes light and stabilizes it into a solid form. And from there all life comes about. So who made Choloplast? To be honest I think the angel’s name was Fred. However that is another story for another time. Anyways.

What have I learned over the billions of years? Trust your own gut. Believe in God. Eat cake. The heavier you are the harder it is for them to kidnap you. That heaven could be right around the corner or hell depending on the reality and that most of what I wrote or write about can be confirmed by Jewish lore on those who were evil to bring back the spirit of Job. Or Solomon. Meaning? I thought on my timeline when he said the past is better than the present meant style and culture of the past was better. I did not realize he traveled time and saw as a wizard other realities and other times. He was even in realities where he was not king of Israel. Which is kind of wild. Those stories? I think the most scary one is about the tower of Babylon. God did not destroy the tower in every reality or closed time curved loop. Thus when God states. They will become like gods did not mean he just foresaw it. In some screwed up reality he let humanity decide for themselves and become what Ron Hubbard calls 70 planets with 500 trillion lost souls. Kind of sick. Why? Thinking as a hive mind like the borg? Forgive me I know my thoughts and I want to run away from myself. If I knew your thoughts I might just act on them. Then where would we be?