Extraordinary is a word used as common as anything in this world today.

So. My voice sounds a cross between Garfield, the cats’ and Eeyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh. And I sing.

I sing songs long forgotten. I sing of pirates. For I wanted to be a pirate when I grew up. But the navy would not have me.

I wanted to travel the seven seas. And swim in the oceans before Japan killed them.

In this photo? I was running late to London, England. I had crossed over from France recently, doing a tour of sorts.

Yes, people paid me. Yes, it was mostly out of pity. That poor deaf one-eyed one footed singer who sounds like a cat dying.

I had all my stuff in a pillow case suitcase and my guitar, which I could play only three cords. Reason the others were broke. And being deaf, I some tuned them out of rhyme and tune because. Well, a C sounded like a D and so forth.

Thus, my music was that of an absurd type and my voice matched. And the places I played were those bars where naked ladies were being paid. Reason? The ladies loved my music it focused their clients on them and not their surroundings or the music.

The clients usually paid me to shut down as soon as they could. Meaning if you ever hear a cat crying at night. Then think about that during the chaos of sexual pleasure. In a cathouse and realize my Winnie the Pooh voice might be pretty disturbing.

So I made my living crossing France playing at lady of the nights clubs and bookstores. That people would wonder how or who in their right mind would invite me to.

Reason? Oh, I wrote a few books here and there. Read by a select few thousand or so. Why? I tend to write truthfully and people at times want to hear that they are dead.

My life story is not for the faint of heart. I lived. Or live my life in a pillow case suitcase after all. And that I can show via photos and stories different times and realities makes those who read me wonder at times.

Latest notable work? A story about how we aged 660,000 years these past two years. How so?

Speed time and distance. In our lives, we are to travel 0.2 light years in 66 years of life. And? So?

Well, according to NASA and others, we traveled 2,000 light years. Meaning? Well, speed of earth stayed a constant. But distance changed dramatically. And so? Well Speed constant, and distance 2,000 light years. Means we aged 660,000 years these past few years. Kind of wild and, of course, I wrote the formulas with references and math etc out. And no one seemed to care but those watching for the Planet X.

That the Planet X is already here and so forth was another story. Here?

Sure. That story is written too. If you want to see the Planet X go to Google maps. Look up Fallon, Montana, and look into the sky. Then drive from Fallon Montana to Glendive Montana. Then look into the sky and realize that a simulator. Or mirror is hiding the planet and that we are or were all dead a long, long time ago. And this? This is some simulator and we are fighting the internet of things or for those into sci fiction. Cylons.

Yeap. I did not believe that until I read the ingredients of the vaccine. The little nanobots injected into the humans are killing humans, making those vaxed into toasters or Cylons. Kind of wild.

So back to the train and me running away to London, England. I sort of got the bug and decided to go unmasked across Europe. I was going to be the unmasked V. And tell people they are dead. Now. You think this is weird? Think I am singing my songs to those paying to have sex and traveling via train. And doing it all with a guitar with three strings in the tune of Garfield, the cat. Surreal? Surreal is you have made it this point in the story.

So there I was with this as my background story when I realized why should I have to wait 20 years to blow up Parliament of the United Kingdom building? If I did it now, I could cut 20 years off of building a track in the subway system. The idea appealed to me.

However, I don’t like bombs or explosions. So instead I sat in front of Parliament of the United Kingdom and started to sing my songs. Now England is a tolerant place for blind one footed gents. The darlings and The Boyz loved the songs. But the message seemed not to be getting to them.

The message? That the internet of things could not hold all of them so the vax was meant to limit their reproduction system and kill them. Sad but truthful is true.

And? The message did get to the Parliament of the United Kingdom which had me arrested for disturbing the peace after a time.

The moral of the story? Time traveller trying to change the fate of reality do not change anything and often times makes people that are trapped in hell not even realize who or what is going on around them.

Thus after I got released. I had my guitar and no pillowcase. So I left England and sought out like-minded people among the gypsies.

I might live in my own little worlds. But that is okay. The people all know about me there.. The dreamers always say be yourself. The problem is I have lived such a weird life. Being a weirdo could be one of my official titles. Be wonderful? I try to be kind. Be sensitive? I pray Dear Lord do not let me cause pain. Impulsive? Let alone do I live inside my mind most of my greatest adventures happen there. Crazy? Oh I own that I do not go crazy. I go normal from time to time and wonder if others are really crazy? When I talk to them about facts. Mystical? I travel upon moonlight and if this is not a dream you all would not be in my life. Vulnerable/ I am bear with a missing eye and foot. Lovable? I am no longer sure of love.I think love might be fickle. Magical? If you have ever read my stories let alone will I drag you down the rabbit hole with me, I will introduce you to the white rabbit and Alice. Beautiful? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and see beauty everywhere. The right people will adore me? No. They will tolerate me because let alone weirdo. I might be one of the most dangerous story tellers of all time. For you see my life has been one statement it has not gone as planned. When something went wrong in my life? Daily these days I say plot twist and write another story. It might not move on from here. But here I am and I shall find a solution in the end. For if I always do what I have always done. i will always get what i have always gotten. In yet? I will be the change I need in this worlds to make them a better place.

Memories. Most people remember strange little unexpected things in their life. There are several weird stories I could tell. From fairies dancing across a mountain in Caracato, Bolivia. On that day I heard thunder for miles around. Or the lightning storm with faes dancing in the yard on a farm outside of Fallon, Montana. Likewise the time, the strange lights danced for hours on a hill top in Lame Deer, Montana. Or the time the tornado touched down right where I was in Ekalaka, Montana.

I suppose the one that gets me most questionable in my mind is the faes of Chuma, Bolivia. I have told this story several times and people laugh and laugh. In yet, to me it is truthful as the weeks I spent there.

I had gotten to spend a week elsewhere dancing as a bear on the altiplano with the work colleague. The party was okay. Nothing awkward. I had meet several anthropologists from a local museum. And solved two of their issues which they had been studying for a few years. How? I live.

The first was a guy with several stones that looked like tops. The guy did not understand why they had so many of these stones. I was not really paying attention I said "oh you are into yakwa." It is a hot sauce that country Bolivians put on everything. He looked at me. The stones are used to pound spices into sauce.

I realize my Halloween tales are not being read. But this tale was told me and well might as well... Nibiru is coming starts 214 years of strangeness that I am not sure what to believe. A cloud of gold looking like a golden calf in the sky, heat enough to cause volcanos to shift earth plates. Starvation that a fourth of the world is either dying of dies from it. Plagues such as my zombie cocktail of rabies air borne from Africa, designer drugs from Russia, bath salts from china, to war with a fourth of the world between Israel Russia and Europe with America having an antichrist as their leader. Seems like a weird tale to tell along with the satellites with frequencies that can turn off the human brain and reboot to no memory with a small Nan material inserted via water into the human brain. I always questioned why would any human not give up and plead for mercy instead of burn or be destroyed by the creator. With that introduction let us turn to a next page which I find even more in creditable or unbelievable in this time and age. The person of interest series is the prop for the real supercoiled computer being tested recently on some rather large numbers. You like pie the number pi what is the end number' and would that mean or make the universal code. Or better yet what is the word or sound that makes everything come together or fall apart. Humor when I read the article I realized not one idea of my story is not backed up nor does anyone care. Evil is now good and good is now evil. The coming of the messiah and the restoration of the temple for those of the Jewish religion. For those that are not a note Noah law is what we are under. Which means that we are safer than those that religious for a time? But the ideology the seriousness. What if prayer would work? What to pray for... That all people would be kind and good. That is just it. PRAY is kind being good. Those words I discovered in a book recently on crystal building along with love and hope build wondrous crystal while hate and evil crystals seem to fall apart. Meaning there is power in the word. The waves the sound of waves. I have usually been good. _Not because I wanted to be. But it benefited me. Boring at times. However it gave me time to read. Now without eyes sight and mind to read I find my thoughts traveling a different path. What would happen if we all prayed for peace and love and just kept at it? Those that are evil their prayers are considered by the Jewish creator hated and blasphous if I understand the tale. But what if peace could happen if we just were peaceful. Humor... a dream on a cloud with a pirate lossing body parts without disability or job. What to say. Pray protection from evil. The heart of evil in 18 century was possible to be destroyed by a rabbi who did not do it. What would have happened if evil was not around would we be better off or worse the guise of spending 9 trillion dollars ... comes the fait money which the federal reserve is turning off in hopes of inflation that prices will go up. The problem was the math. You see in 1970 Nixon environmental study proved to someone that population was the issue not destruction of the environment. Which allowed them to keep the abortions and increase it to allow those without money to have an abortion? The problem without those laborers you have to import people to do those jobs. This was acceptable and lowered the property taxes because the schools did not need to educate a population any more the US just handy road to steal or offer a better life to certain people. Those key influential people that will change the world. _You take you take Gandhi out of India and wola you have British Empire still ruling strong in India. Who have we stolen from China or Russia or elsewhere that would have lead the next revolution the next stage in human evolvement. Till we stole enough that we decided the procreation was not needed. Evil is now good and good is now evil. Trick on US.

The past few years have been surreal living at this time and place. At this time and place the Mad Hatter, who was exiled 150 years ago by the Red Queen in a different plane existence is taken care of by a great great granddaughter. The jabberwocky still lived in Wonderland and for the past 150 years, the White Rabbit had not come back for the Mad Hatter. He had a family back 120 years ago who took care of him as their old Uncle Albert, with his two wild and weird animal pets a tiny mouse named Tea or the tea mouse, and an enraged hare named Hare or the Mad Hare from Lewis Carroll's famous book about Alice and Wonderland. This was the family secret or guidance provided to one of the family's members who was either considered very lucky to be chosen or unlucky depending on whether the person's family loved a good tea party.

There had been six generational changes since Old Uncle Albert had been placed in an elderly folk's home. The care had passed down from father to daughter to mother to her son who became a father to his daughter who became a mother to her son who became a father then to his daughter this brief history of the past brings the family up to today's time-frame roughly. The woman being one of the latest caregivers who was a professional psychic and paranormal reader named Laura, who could still remember her first visit to Uncle Albert at age 13. Her father who was Albert's caregiver had not initiated the whole family to Albert[s existence after the initial introduction between his wife and Uncle Albert had turned out rather badly. Laura's mother was cute, kind, but vicious with a mean streak that made some people fear her for a reason. Her father, not knowing of Albert's age and only remembering wonderful tea parties with his mother, did not know of Albert's long-lived life and therefore, did not know about his future responsibility prior to marrying. Laura's grandmother, who she had never met having died prior to Laura, had hidden the facts, for some reason, all to her private rationale. Laura's father with some foreknowledge of how much time the mind takes to get used to being a family member of a historical fictional character had introduced Laura to Albert when Laura's mother was away visiting her own family.

Laura's first visit was more of a get to know and not much about the past. She loved the wild Hare, who actually sat seated at the table drinking with its paws. She was delighted that a mouse would go through the tea service set and pluck sugar into cups when asked for one lump or two. She enjoyed getting to know Albert whose character had not changed nor personality from that of a story book which she was about to receive. The whole nursing home, however, was an experience different from any Laura had experienced before with her grandfather nor grandmothers on her mother's side. The staff served the Mad Hatter as if he was unique, and indeed he was very special having outlived roughly several generations of staff at the home. Laura's father did not let Laura know all this he just watched to see if she could handle such a wild person. Laura's sister had a similar experience four years before but had forgotten about the tea party thinking the whole affair was a dream. For having a tea party with an aged relative named Albert with his wild creatures running around his table well just was not her cup of tea.

However, Laura loved the party and her father realized that she should be the next person to be a caregiver to old Uncle Albert, which is how he introduced her to him. On the way home from the party Laura's father stopped at a bank and checked out a savings deposit box which contained a ledger and a dairy. He asked Laura to read them that night before her mother got home, and she was to give them back to him as soon as she was done. She said she would read them.

The ledger was a compilation of sums of money from an old-hat company that had been created in 1863. The owner of the company made a wonderful sum of money, which was invested not surprisingly in tea, tea service sets, tables, hats and apparel. The last major purchase which continued to add dividends along with the other companies was an old folk's home. The name seemed similar because the name was the same as the one where Laura, and her father had just visited Uncle Albert. Upon reading that Laura being 13 went to sleep and imagined the wildest dream of Alice in Wonderland Disney cartoon version where she was actually the main character, and her dream was wonderful.

Her mother returned home that morning so Laura did not read the diary. Her father was anxious. Later that day her mother cleaning Laura's room came across both ledger and diary. She opened them both and at which point she had a heated discussion with her husband about filling young people's minds with nonsense and tea parties with wild unclean animals.

The argument between Laura's father and mother did not end well with her father. He was lucky to have returned to him the ledger and diary. Laura was forbidden to see Uncle Albert, and that was that. On the other hand, at least that is what Laura's mother thought. Laura's father who has always been an avid fisherman because he went fishing once a month, whether winter or not, soon invited Laura along.

The first-time Laura and her father did go actual fishing and on the way back had a conversation about secrets and consequences.

The end was Laura told her mother all about her fishing trip, and how much she loved to fish. The next month Laura and her father went and visited Uncle Albert, who was delighted to have tea and talk about the weather and such. Laura of course loved the party with Tea, Hare and obviously Uncle Albert. These trips continued through high school, and she started going on her own when she moved out for college. When her father passed on Laura was granted custody of Uncle Albert.

The wildness of course for Laura began of course when Uncle Albert started Laura on cards. The Mad Hatter of course was a fortune teller on the side back in 1863. Nowadays big money for those willing to play with their souls. However, to Albert who was Jewish the whole affair represented a way to foretell the future.

One time Laura was about to tell the tea mouses' future when the wildest adventure to be told happened. Instead of summoning a spirit to foretell the future a demon who was listening got caught in the chant. He took Laura into her past when she was in college to relive the following story told by a college friend.

I had just entered college. I was trying to get accepted and start a life as an adult. I started with a job in the cafeteria and joined a few groups on campus. I was introduced to the fraternity system. After several weeks, they decided to pledge a fraternity and join their more famous groups on campus. The group was known as the time travelers. The club was more specifically a group of game players who had formed a literature exchange club along with risk night, dances, and role playing activities. The risk nights were a variety of dungeons and dragons with actual physical activities to accomplish tanks from noble charities of mowing an old lady's lawn. Forming tea party groups to party with an odd elder of the club simply known as Uncle Albert. To pranks that made the movie Animal House popular to watch. The whole thought process behind the game was to ensure that when the zombies or wizards attack that this group would be prepared. It sounds silly. However, PX90 fifteen-minute workouts, along with some gorgeous ladies made this the club to get into. That is where I met Laura. She was witty, a physicist who often played as not a daughter or niece of the Mad Hatter. She loved to interpret events and how they would go about in the land of Wonderland.

I was a new freshman pledging Phi Sigma Kappa which had a large number of members in the club. To get the extra circular note in my pledge class, I joined the time travelers to ensure time with a group of people that enjoyed reading as much as I did. The literature exchange part of the club meant that I did not have to buy as many books. The group shared both their personal reading books, along with college books making the deal even sweeter.

Any way that was the first few weeks of my freshman year. I was working, studying, gaming, and pledging all at the same time. The story gets kicked off on fall custom dance where the pledge class has to ask a girl to a formal dance and ask her to dress up as her favorite book character.

Since my time was pretty much spent trying to figure out calculus, working, and reading I opted to ask a coworker to the dance. She kindly agreed to go and asked that I dress up as a knight in shining armor for she was going as a lady in waiting to King Arthur's court.

The night of the dance arrived, and we walked. The whole place was decorated as a fantasy castle and star war's bar. I was introducing my co-worker when in walked Albert attired to the t as the Mad Hatter and next to him Laura, her garment was like Alice's blue and white dress down to the petticoat in the cartoon movie. Just walking up from behind them, was a miniature White herald rabbit. I was in awe. I walked forward and bent down in my armor to feel the rabbit's ears. I thought at the time it was the best robot rabbit I had ever seen.

Imagine my surprise when the rabbit actually talked saying, "Hey, watch your hands." The next part is sort of a climax. I fell over. Laura squealed a "Time tunneler." pushing Albert the Mad Hatter over my back into a cosmic tunnel which appeared right as if on a queue during Laura's squeal. Laura jumped trying to get over me, but she caught a piece of me and took me into the tunnel with the rabbit, Albert, and Laura.

Landing someplace I got up to discover we had been transported to a turret of a castle overlooking what looked to be a future battle. The turret was only three stories in height, so I could see pretty much everything for a solid mile around. In front of us was a red small size card army, and a white dwarf card army. By this time, Albert got up along with Laura. "Oh goodie, I get to watch this time!" says Albert. Looking around I am sure for a chair. Laura, on the other hand, was addressing the White Rabbit. "We are in the wrong plane of existence" Laura stated, sounding saddened.

Myself, I was pretty much bewildered. Watching the two armies stand apart I could see a dragon later to realize it was the jabberwocky the size of a horse approached. What could only be Alice in armor? The fight went pretty much like the book. The only difference this time was the watchers who included Laura, Albert, who introduced himself as the Mad Hatter but not on this plane of existence, and myself. The White Herald rabbit had poofed off to announce the match between Alice and the Jabberwocky as soon as he had finished talking with Laura.

At the conclusion of the fight the demon poofed Laura back. After that brief reflection in time, Laura was transported back to her tea table with the tea mouse. While the writer of the story went to the past to college only to finish college as a microbiologist instead of an engineer.

Memories. Most people remember strange little unexpected things in their life. There are several weird stories I could tell. From fairies dancing across a mountain in Caracato, Bolivia. On that day I heard thunder for miles around. Or the lightning storm with faes dancing in the yard on a farm outside of Fallon, Montana. Likewise the time, the strange lights danced for hours on a hill top in Lame Deer, Montana. Or the time the tornado touched down right where I was in Ekalaka, Montana.

I suppose the one that gets me most questionable in my mind is the faes of Chuma, Bolivia. I have told this story several times and people laugh and laugh. In yet, to me it is truthful as the weeks I spent there.

I had gotten to spend a week elsewhere dancing as a bear on the altiplano with the work colleague. The party was okay. Nothing awkward. I had meet several anthropologists from a local museum. And solved two of their issues which they had been studying for a few years. How? I live.

The first was a guy with several stones that looked like tops. The guy did not understand why they had so many of these stones. I was not really paying attention I said "oh you are into yakwa." It is a hot sauce that country Bolivians put on everything. He looked at me. The stones are used to pound spices into sauce.