Every man should be a French King and get their own Mona Lisa .. Why? yes I have two.. dont you?
My name? Who cares. What I did? Secret. Who I know? I know no one of this age. I was born elsewhere. Still, I knew people. I knew things. That is the curiosity of who I was. People forget how they got to know me.
In yet, I was somehow involved with dreams and stories people forget. For example, the fifth Mona Lisa. Silly, there is only one. I am afraid Russia has one and a second smaller one. I told people how I knew this story here. So few people listen or read these days.
So that is the second one? I remember the third one well enough However, where it is now compared to when I saw it? Time changes realities. Meaning? For those who know. The world's first billionaire was a Bolivian monetarily he made his fortune from silver. His home now elsewhere I assume because the painting is no longer in Bolivia was huge and wonderful.
He was persuaded by a swindler whose name I forget into purchasing an estate in Italy for a modest price for a billionaire. Anyway, the estate had belonged to some family of a prince or duke. I forget to be honest. It has been a long time since I read the story. Anyway, in 1927 plus or minus billion of years ago. The new owner dug a wine cellar. And in doing so discovered a hidden crept. The family crept? Forgive me I doubt that was in the story or if it was I do not recall. What was in the vault was however a painting of Mona Lisa and to be honest with you six books. I was interested in the books. Not the Mona Lisa at that time in my life. I can tell you what those books were or are or will become.
Needless to say after death of the owner of the cellar the painting was sent to Madrid Spain per someone request. Mona Lisa number three.
The forth one I had heard about while drinking with some rather unique people. Art collectors ad antique collectors. Nice folks. Shady? Forgive me after learning the worlds governments are going to kill you and have already started the plague of Revelations 6 I am no longer sure who is good on this world. To be honest I doubt anyone these days.
Their story was staying as a boarder for a place in Switzerland they had come across a Mona Lisa. This was the first one I had hard about. It was a long long time ago. Mona Lisa this would be number four?
The fifth one? I debate should I tell you about it? I know where it was. In yet? I can or could at that time get my hands on it if I had been evil. I should have realized that this game of life is something else. I wonder. What would I do with it?
Where is it? Specifically it is a basement of a museum. How do i know this. Smil. I read, I talk and if nothing else I know or knew people once upon a time.
Creative worlds are aligned dreams of talking therapy.
realism makes sense of the experience you have had
Eternities are a lot differences in a multiverse worlds
Alternative parallel worlds
Time is surreal
Into that the world is the question is history real
Vivid question about reality
eternity will question your reality
worlds many additionally than expected of imitative emotional question
open your mind to a parallel world
reality is there are many further worlds than expected
Live a life to enjoy a distinct life
dream a distinctive world
sensible question how many is 10 to the power of 10 to the power of 12
are you dreaming a different world?
Reality is a question of mine.
Ever wonder let us ask these questions?
Color of the sun white, blue, red, or yellow? Prior to 2003.
Abe Lincoln a senator or house of a representative?
New Zealand one island or two?
Japan to the left of Korea or China?
Outer Mongolia with China or part of Mongolia?
Reality and history are a question of mine.
The heart is it to the left side of the chest?
The heart center left of the chest?
Mid center of the chest?
To the right center of the chest?
To the right side of the chest?
People ask what type of shoe you wear?
Sketchers or Skechers?
What type of changes do you remember?
Seattle next to Canada driving through the highway?
Kit-Kat or Kit Kat?
Sugar Smacks or Honey Smacks
The top of Bolivia given to Brazil
Oscar Meyar or Oscar Mayar
Mandela effect did Mandela die in prison or 2013
Television questions of reality to
Sex in the City and Sex and the City
Did the tip of Pikachu’s tail is the top black or not?
Do you think the Monopoly man, Rich uncle Pennybags, have a monocle
CPO3 silver leg or gold
The alternative world is a question how many parallel worlds
Steve Gibb’s says 10,000 worlds
Energy portals opening to another world
Time times two times and a half of times
Berenstein or Berenstain who is the owner of the Bears
Curious George with a tail or without a tail
Parallel worlds showing up and design
Chick-fil-a or Chic-fill-a
Darth Vadar says Luke I am your father or No I am your father?
Reality television which true
Mona Lisa’s emotionless or smiling?
Reality question of a parallel world
I remember Illimani mountain in a different place
I remember different colors around La Paz place too.
Chocolate is like a box of chocolate
Chocolate was like a box of chocolate
Hannibals states Hello, Clarice
Interview with a vampire or
Interview with the vampire
Reality is question
History changes that I recall
My world there was 365 million United States citizen to vote 2016
Here this world 322 million in Untied States
I worried where did 43 million go
The civil war 1 million people died in this world
While in my world 545,000 died only creating less by 43 million
My world population was 8.5 billion
While here 7.5 billion
The differences China missing 500 million
Pakistan missing 500 million
The world is different to
I remember one island of New Zealand above Australia
While here there are two islands below Australia
What do I dream about
May 18th 2016 I had spent 45 years, one month and 23 days on one planet
Mary 19th 2016 and since I have travelled to many different worlds
counting no less than 85 worlds with myself seeing
different colors, different worlds
that is truth to me
https://www.ancient-origins.net/history/search-lost-library-ivan-terrible-002598?fbclid=IwAR0z-kzNXpTAvga4feWP3NYG-BcmaPXTDR5EG03-0Q-wLyoceIOmSKApX3E So I have written already about the KGB agent writing his book in the 1960s about the two Mona Lisas that Kremlin has. The lost library of Ivan the Terrible is not much different. Meaning in the following chapters after repeating how the Kremlin has a large Mona Lisa similar to the French painting and smaller portrait of her in some museum which was sold sometime in 1990s to a capitalist communist - notes I often have to search and read to see if the reference books are real. Anyway the lost library of Tzar Ivon was found by the Kremlin during 1930s. It was judged to be to religious. Certain parts of it were destroyed while a collection of the works was moved to a lower part of the Kremlin meaning the library per the book stated that it was discovered a hidden passage way from some bedroom linked to Sophia to a room. The room supposedly had some rather interesting paintings in them. nudes if I took the word risque to mean nudes but who knows it was a 1960s book and it was translated into English from a Russian/French source if I understand that the agent had defected to France sometime during 1950s. https://news.artnet.com/art-world/second-version-lisa-discovered-st-petersburg-392036 https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/art/news/russian-mona-lisa-could-be-genuine-says-art-expert-a6770171.html Anyways the library supposedly fell under some archeological wing of the KGB to study some of the more useful text. Examples: maps to specific locations listed in the bible to great wealth. Some sort of spells or witchcraft. And other mysteries. The book was rather weird on some aspects. I wish I had kept it.
I had just moved to town. Exploring the streets, I came across a bookstore.
The sign intrigued me, so I went in. The front counter was unmanned. And not a soul could be seen in the shop. were
I went to the first shelf of books. Wild. Indie books. Hundreds of them all printed. Opening a cover of a book titled: Bolivian Time Traveler. The book immediately impressed me with the adventure story. A writer trapped in parallel spacetime worlds. Traveling back through time to watch the end of the time of tribulation. The author. An expat from Montana. He wrote about how he had awoken been kidnapped from his reality. And lived day by day in parallel realities so close to him that few people would know the difference.
Setting the book aside. I turned to the next book. The Mystery of Shade and wood stamps. An introductory book to Chiaroscuro. Turning the page. They delighted me to see the dark printings of master works. The light caught the edges of the sculptures. Making them look shadowy.
Reading more into the book. It gave details of the first painter to use this technique as an Apollodorus Skiagraphos. The mystery here was the book showed old photos of his work. However, from the dates ascribed to the photos and works shown made me think this was a fictional book. Reason? Some of the color photographs were in Russia in the early 1900s. To be more specific. Czar Nicholas’ personal library collection of antiquities was in some subtitles. Reading more into the book. The author seemed to show that the library still existed and that KGB still had control of it. This made me smile. KGB had not existed for some time now. So I looked at the published date 1969.
I suppose the book could reflect what the author knew. The book ascribed a certain magic to some paintings. Reading on. The author followed up with a story. Of Skiagraphos last known painting according to the author. There were three photos of Czar Nicholas. One holding what looked like a miniature vase detailing hunting with dogs. A portrait of some man. And a temple.
Reading farther into the book. I discovered more detail about how the technique had gone out of style for a time. Then reappeared with Leonardo da Vinci. Here the author again showed photos of works from the 1900s. One with Czar Nicholas holding a lovely, shadowy woman. Subtitled Mona Lisa. The book in Russian subtitle also had an English translation. Which seemed to show that Czar Nicolas held at one time a miniature Mona Lisa painting. Then the next photo showed a larger version of Mona Lisa. Seemed to show that they took the photo in Saint Petersburg 1903.
The book went into details. How the KGB was hiding some of the more notable Skiagraphos paintings from earlier times in a cold vault. The author detailed how underground vaults and cities were being prepared. To keep humanity’s history alive. Now, I knew this was getting into fictitious reality. Why? The author detailed how Stalin had put together a plan to hide the best of the best communist. In cities underground. Then to use Russian resources to build large cities hidden so that no satellites could see them.
Seemed to show that the USSR considered prepared for an invasion from space as a likelihood. Let alone that. But the author spent a chapter detailing how these cities of the shadow. How they would or could be constructed in secret. From key cities in Russia’s underground railroad.
Someone evidently used the paintings as subtitles secrets. This was to hide how the USSR used two million slave laborers. To carve tunnels outside of the great Russian cities. Into underground bunkers designed to withstand attacks from space and nuclear war. The book went into details of the shadowy realities. Seemed weird to me.
I read the next chapter, which became even more of a shock. The author wrote a complete story of how two of Czar Nicolas’ daughters escaped. Then lived in the shadows outside of Russia. My rough memory of the chapter.
The tale of the princesses from memory, mind you. The author of the book named Jack.
The group on the train is a combination of US and British soldiers with train men from the states. Jack got to know the brake man. He learned the entire group was off to save the Czar Nicholas II of Russia and his family.
The train adventure was something out of an old medieval war story. The train, being a steam engine, would puff and stop due to the lack of coal. Several times along the way they put the whole attachment forth to cut wood, and or look for coal. Jack was useful knowing a little Russian and Yiddish from his grandfather. Jack also got to learn how to slow the train down by applying the brakes going downhill.
One time people were out searching for fuel for the train. A group of locals dressed as Mongolians attacked the train with swords and arrows. The sentry with the steam-powered machine gun made temporary work of them. The British had to bribe both the White Army of the Czar, Bolsheviks, wild revolutionaries, and the Red Army of Vladimir Lenin. To get through the Siberian train railroad. Bribing into the White Army was easier said than done. A lot of the old Czar’s military felt betrayed by the Czar by his lack of leadership. One White General even ordered a bayonet charge against the train. While it was pulling away from a station. The tale of that ride brought me back for several visits to Jack, the junkman in Terry, Montana. There was the Japanese army of a million men who were taking up positions on the road. The bribe was a jewel the size of a baby’s fist to the general in command. Different groups attacked them several times. They held the train with three machine guns and a cannon.
One of the more memorable tales was. When Jack’s train had to back up fifteen miles because of no side rails to let the train of General Kaledin by. Jack’s wild story here was more reflective in his face. Talking about how hard braking downhill was easy, but keeping a whole train at a steady pace. Sometimes on how going backward in snow was terrifying. After that he was tired however because he knew some Russian and Yiddish he was forced back to work.
The tale Jack had. Described as General Kaledin. Then invited the officers, and he was drafted as their messenger for a night party. The party was like a medieval banquet inside a train. Drinking wine, vodka, and dancing with women. His tale was of several professional night ladies. The dancing, singing, and drinking more vodka and spirits than he could remember doing so in his life. All he did was watch. According to many medieval tales, the General was not such a good guy. During the night, General Kaledin required an extra bribe. Which the Brit paid several costly jewels and another ruby the size of a handful was the description.
After that the train went to two stops to find the Czar. The first was a lost venture. Meaning the Czar had been moved, and the second was Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. They reached Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg. This time an American office, a British officer/royal, and Jack, as a scout, went into Yekaterinburg. The British officer spoke flawless Russian, however, no one in public wanted to speak with him. Jack took the lead, asking for some bread. Jack was a quick child. Knowing some Yiddish allowed him to ask the right kids around the train yard to find the family. Upon getting to the house, there was not much to the tale. The officers bribed the local official. They were preparing to leave with the entire family. However, the family doctor said they could not move Alexei. The Czar would not go without his son. Finally, the four daughters could go. Getting back to the train yard, there was a run-in with the locals.
One daughter was murdered there. Jack’s description was not of an execution. More like a disagreement with the person accepting a bribe. Then that person trying to retake the four girls. Anastasia Nikolaevna got separated during a melee between the Brit and five Russians. The Brit pulled out a sword and rushed the Russians, cutting three of them down and forcing the other two to flee. Knowing that name Anastasia, I asked what happened to her? He said Anastasia was next to a building when the local official pulled out a pistol. And five men rushed the Brit and were being restrained by the Brit when the gun went off. They shot Olga dead. Jack only said that after they had shot Olga that Anastasia just was not there. One moment she was and the next no sign. There was snow, so he looked but could not find her. Anyway, after looking for a few minutes. Both officers, Tatiana Nikolaevna, Maria Nikolaevna and Jack, got back to the train. That was Jack’s saving a princess tale.
The fighting on the way back across Serbia was a wild tale. Jack, on over one occasion, was put in charge of brakes for the train. While the regular trackman went to sleep. Or was repairing parts of the train which kept moving as fast to the east as possible. There were three melees that Jack gave great detail about. First was when the Red Army in front of the train required that everyone get off the train and be searched. The diplomatic papers and bribes were not working this time. So the plan laid out by the Brit rather was to engage the Reds upon seeing them and open fire with the machine gun. This was the plan. However, the Reds brought only a few soldiers to the train. Someone easily bribed them when the wrong officer was in charge. Pulling out of the blockade. Things got crazy and the machine gun was used, cutting into several soldiers of the Red Army.
The train moved along for hundreds of miles without seeing a sign of human life. Then suddenly there was a vast amount of people escaping the Red Army. The melee here was more sad. The people, Jack, said the people were just trying to escape the cold. But their numbers and rioting were slowing the train down. They ordered the soldiers on board to clear a path, which they did with swords and bayonets.
The final big melee was between the Japanese and Red army. Which had sent several thousand troops into the area to secure the railroad? This part was interesting in that the Japanese at first deferred to the General. That had let them pass through the first time. But during their passing a new General arrived. He was more honorable or had not been bribed and was trying to retake the train. The melee was short of the machine gun, cutting down several hundred soldiers in an open field.
The book said that the British officer married Titiana. That Maria ended up as a missionary in Africa. The book tale was fun.
Two former schoolmates met in the street.
"Where do you work?"
"I am a school teacher. And what about you?"
"I work for the KGB."
"Oh, and what are you doing at the KGB?"
"We unearth those who are dissatisfied."
"You mean, there are also some who are satisfied?"
"Those who are satisfied are dealt with by the Division for the Fight Against the Embezzlements of the Socialist Property."
Aging?
Age is a number. If I was to believe this story - https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1235346620230565888 I am 4.5 billion years old or just a dying man's brain seeing the past.
If I was to believe this story https://oddballmagazine.com/oddball-stories-with-clinton.../ I may live one day at moment times on a distinct new planet backwards each day in a life that has already been and is now dead a long time ago. Thus meaning you are my ghost story because you would have been dead a long time ago.
Aging? If I figured out the reality of aging is three things to know. First read a book https://blog.reedsy.com/.../contests/92/submissions/65176/. Why? Books let you live over one life. And like the story says, there is over one Mona Lisa.
Second? Time travel is possible within the realm of these realities. How or why? I have a few speculations about that. However, it matters not. You are in my ghost story meaning? If I am here, you have been dead a long time ago for closed time curved loop reality to form and function proper long time ago. https://www.facebook.com/clint.flashman/posts/10218034554447127
And third? If I am right and I get back just a moment after they stole my soul from my body. If I get a chance, I will not visit you. I will do my best to forgive and forget this whole reality ever existed. Why?
Because chaos is not real. This was all planned out and thought out by either God or the evil one or some man who sowed weeds among the stars. And?
Why should I spend time with you when you do not listen or change?
Change?
I think that is the issue with aging.
Meaning?
Aging one should grow up assumed.
Growing up, one should learn more responsibility one assumed.
I doubt I have grown up..
Need I look at you and say why?
Growing up means realizing I have failed one more time.
Bolivian Time Traveler - https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1235346620230565888 The beginning part of the fifth Mona Lisa https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1235943277789519872 competition on short Mona Lisa story https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing.../contests/92/
https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1236667987162558464
In a bookstore, I stumbled upon an intriguing collection of indie books, each telling a unique tale. One book, "Bolivian Time Traveler," caught my attention with its gripping narrative of a writer trapped in parallel spacetime worlds. As I delved into another book, "The Mystery of Shade and Wood Stamps," I discovered a fascinating exploration of Chiaroscuro, featuring old photos of masterpieces that seemed out of time.
Yet, the most astonishing story came from an unlikely source - Jack, a junkman from Terry, Montana. He shared an incredible tale of a train journey across war-torn Russia to rescue the daughters of Czar Nicholas II. The adventure involved bribes, machine gun standoffs, and a tragic loss. Jack's vivid account painted a picture of a bygone era filled with danger, intrigue, and unlikely heroes.
As I continued my exploration, I stumbled upon thought-provoking reflections on reality, history, and parallel worlds. The narrative touched upon the mysteries of the Mona Lisa, the lost library of Ivan the Terrible, and the enigma of aging. It challenged perceptions, prompting questions about the nature of our existence and the possibilities of alternative realities.
In the end, I realized that these stories, whether based on historical events or woven from imagination, served as windows into different worlds. They sparked curiosity, urging readers to question the fabric of reality and embrace the idea that life's mysteries are as vast and varied as the tales we choose to tell.