Disney? Sure I remember his book of magic spells.. I also remember when Evil cafe was on top of the Empire state building.. And when the train ran from the airport right to Disney World.. Sure I am old.. And yes I know evil..

The sadness of shifting realities, I suppose. I remember when I visited people and let alone did they talk with me. They were comfortable enough to tell me their life stories. Now? Phone calls and I was till nowhere knowing exactly what was going on. So, I visited a third person. It is amazing that power, influence, and money all do not go hand in hand often in reality.

I dropped by and asked what specifically was going on? The answer. Time wars again. Seems some realities did not like their outcome. Even though the program built into some fail-safe book read like the best and worst of realities.

To get into this place, one had to know one of three people. And then to get invited back. It seemed like magic. However, I had been assured it was a technology. That had been perfected in a faster reality and brought here at well great expense. To hold. Well, to hold on to a person more of a character that according to the physical universe was not really here. A time traveler? Sort of, I suppose. Even though I had heard from another source, he had his physical body dissolved a long, long time ago. However, according to time in space reality laws. It was just or body was still being dissolved. Thus allowing his mental personality to possess well. Possess someone else. Evil? I thought more of him as a lost person with some of the weirdest quirks I had met.

I of course brought my traditional gift of sorts. Now what does one bring a djinn or demon or whatever a spirit is? We had met in a distinct reality and had a wonderful time together. His stories still bring me nightmares. And I? Well, I made him laugh and dance and sing. So I brought him some hot wine. Why? If you want to hear some of the weirdest stories, you often have to listen to winos. I think that is the saddest part of these realities. The professional winos all seem to be gone. I wonder at what point they died out. Or moved to another reality, and I wonder if that reality is better than the one I see now?

I got my traditional welcome. Poured a bit of wine. Offering it to him. He held up his hand and said he could not help with the story I was looking for. This was something new. If he could not help. Well, I had other tricks. Sure not as good. It was hard work. But in today’s age of evilness. Finding someone was as easy as 50 dollars at time to the right or wrong person in India. Their secret servie who tracks all moments of people of interests. Just pay the right person in the Indian national security service.

I was there and felt like I needed to listen more than information or a time. So we drank. We told stories. His stories changed. That was the trick. To listen and learn that he was not always from the same spot in time nor space nor reality. One where Carter actually fought the Russian over Afghanistan. It was some more interesting stories. The one where FK announced after his visit to NASA that the United States was in contact with aliens.

But this personality? This one told me a scary story today. He was talking about ends of the time of tribulation. Stories of alien wars. His perceptions that souls or spirits stolen from other realities. were taken and placed in humans to create whatever hybrids there were.

The wars. Time wars. People forget Pakistan nuked in 200 AD. That wars with nukes had glassed over several Seattle islands over. Because of nuclear wars. That because of timelines and reality shifts and time wars and lords or time wizards. Had made humanity forget about this happening or that happening. His perception of time was from another timeline. He remembers this time when the Red Apple lasted. Capital of a whole reality or world. It was till in existence. The grand wizards of Constantinople made war on other timelines, breaking them apart. He talked about the German timeline where Adolf Hitler lived until 1972. The advance timeline where they thought they were policing timelines. And in reality they were the ones creating the shifting of time.

His stories kept ongoing long after my bottle of wine was empty. Why? He needed to talk. Few if anyone really listens anymore. And I? I listen and I write. Seldom if you ask me what has changed do I verbally tell you. That hey the mountain moved today or the tree walked three feet. Because it did not move for them. It just moved backwards in time for me. Meaning? I was elsewhere the day before. That is the funny part. Day before. When I realize the time of speeding up and slow down of realities, I realize it was not a day. But millions, even billions of years counted on a computer. But for me? Seconds. That is the wild part. To realize the closed time curve loop ending. And that all of this is some stupid illusion where I was to learn something. Have I learned something? Solomon was right the past since I live in the past now is better than the future. That the future I lived in is dead. That all for this is some sort of illusion. And in the end only three items matter,. But I can not be assured of them even if I speak the words and try my hardest to behave like what I should be. For that which I would not do, I do. And that which I would do, I do not.

Makes for a complicated life, I suppose.

So after all the tale telling and so forth, I asked a different question. Not about the person I was looking for. But why was reality actually stepping into my story? Meaning? Fate is a fickle thing, and I often hear things that meant not for me. I was wondering if something I had done changed or well if that person should not exist. Like so many other people I knew when I was not traveling the realities.

He laughed. He said he was going away soon. And that there was nothing he could do about a future that was not foreseeable. And that I should give up on the person I was looking or because that was the reason he was here. To test people. Now, testing people was something. They had not tested me in a long time. Stories? I can tell you stories that make your hair stand on end. The skull road of Cambodia. The rape of 2 million in Pakistan. The death of reality or a few.

That someone as strong as this person was going away meant something. He offered to take me with him. I smiled. I already had turned the French down and the person from Florida. I had no interest in avoiding judgment once more. The end of time meant only that I would get punished or vomited out again to do this absurd reality again. I was not sure which made me uneasy the most. Hell? I could not hack that anymore. I knew several people stronger than me committed suicide. Instead of redoing or going through the vomit process again.

I had to rethink everything he had just told me about the changes and what the differences were. Biden winning and being a time traveler and what the end of reality meant. For there were like many ending to the holy books these days. Did a temple need to be constructed or built? Was it built in 3.5 years? 35 years? 70 years? Or now not needed?

That the road maps of reality were something to read. That to realize the creator or director or coder of the reality. That he made the assumption played the game through. for the word earth should really have read earths. As many times as he wanted to what purpose? To win souls? At first I thought that was the truth. Now I think it was entertaining. If you ever hear his laughter such as I did, you realize he laughs for whatever purpose makes him happy. That the end of humanity in either was his purpose. And the souls confined to them placed there at those ends for a purpose. What purpose? Forgive me outside of acknowledging that. I could not do squat to change the outcome of realities I really do not know.

The last sip of wine. The perception I was talking with gave me another. Clue. A great time wizard. Walt Disney when he was evil in the alternative realities. Where the dark Disney world had cafes on the Empire state building. And that his altering of human genomes were well legendary in some stories. He said to look for something. That I had already found what he was talking about a long time ago, I did not mention it. He saw I knew and laughed. He asked why I am not interested in power or fame?

I told him who had the book or Clue. He considered my mentioning the person by name and asked what I foresaw? I told him. That ISIS found the suit of Adam to control humanity for the ending battle with God. He asked whether the ending had changed? I concurred that the ending had changed, but not the way the people playing their games had planned it out.

I told him of the Chinese ruling reality for a 1,000 years. Before dying horribly dealing with the lack of the breath of God. In their attempts to create living tissue to survive off the part machine part flesh robots. That hive mind could not conceptualize an individuality. Or a concept outside a parameter.

He asked what about the book? Chaldean, I said. I had at one point found the location and knew who held the key and at that timeline however was dead to me. I was more interested in finding something else. He asked the author if I knew? I did. The alternative reality of when the black messiah had been called into the worlds. Did I not worry?

I spoke to the perception, telling him a story. At the end of the story, he realized something and gave me a token. I recognized the token. It was not from this reality. I laughed in delight. A Country Kitchen token. So few people remember them. I asked. Which came first MacDonald’s for Big Mac or McDonald’s? We both laughed finishing the wine. I left without an answer to where my stranger had wonderd off to.