Happy Halloween time traveling story

Going to Bolivia a story

Doctors say I was diabetic, and that caused necrotizing fasciitis. The incidents since June I went into the ICU and they kept me for seven days. Letting me go July 3rd, they assigned a nurse for home care. At 8 PM she showed up and gave me 15 dollars for a taxi ride to the ER.

Around 1 AM in the night. They awoke me from a drugged sleep and said sign this and within two days I awoke with all the skin gone from my ankle. Kind of wild. First time I fainted in my life, I believe. They did not tell me anything until I awoke. The nurse came in, did not say much, and started removing the gaze. To the bone. Wild to see the bone of your ankle and well, I was not prepared for that. I fainted.

A few weeks later. My company laid me off. Wonderful. So I got better and went to work in an unfamiliar state. Only to have my foot die. During this time I had to pay for Obamacare. The insurance did not pay for much. Meaning on the weekend I had to fly home because the insurance did not cover out-of-state work. I got there from the airport, wanted to take an ambulance to the hospital. I said no thanks. The last insurance forced me to pay 6,000 out of pocket for a seven mile ride. I got to the hospital on my own. Oh, you are okay. Around 3 AM they awoke me to sign this. Matter of life and death. Signed it. Three days later I awoke without a foot. At least this time, I did not faint. I was kind of wildly unsure what to do.

So without a job again, and the insurance sucked, I tried to get help. I did more paperwork than most people do in their entry lives within a few weeks. Still no help.

Eight months and almost all my 401k spent, I was thinking I would be going back to work. The US government was slow in processing everything. I think they just wanted me to die. Personally, I thought I was dead already.

Finally, nine months later. They accepted that I was partially blind, partially deaf, without a foot. And mentally, I was a person of interest.

With that, I thought life would have changed. Instead, Obamacare wanted almost all the disability coverage. I could not eat if I paid for the insurance and my medicine. So I took a hike.

The hike included a ride in a plane. By this time I had borrowed 11k, which I am still paying back from a family member, and got a foot with Winnie the Pooh on it.

Now the hike required a plane ride. So I was in shorts with a patch on one eye, seated with a Winnie the Pooh left foot.

This boy comes up and stares. I talk with him. He asks what happens? Now I had already gotten used to people not liking my zombie story. No one wants to hear a person was the living dead for 21 days.

So his mother came up, and I asked her, do you want the truth or a tall tale? She looked kind of like what was going on. Let’s be honest, I sort of look like a lost teddy bear pirate.

I told a tall tale. I point to my wife, who is coming over from the airplane gate. I say she and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone. She fell off and was telling me in a rather loud voice that I do not know how to drive. She woke up a bear. I got her into the tree and well. I got up there, but the bear scratched me. So I have long socks on and I pull the right ankle down. The boy’s eyes grow in wonder. What about the foot?

Oh, a few months later I was pushing a boat into the water. When a drug lord of Salt Lake City let loose his pet shark into the Great Salt Lake.

Well, I saw it going after my wife again and got her out, but the shark well got my foot. I push a button and my foot drops off.

A little taken back, my wife comes to assure his mother that is not the truth. And the eye? Have you ever watched The Three Stooges? Well, beware of playing that game with your wife.

At that time the plane was calling boarding, and I left with a wave. I believe I heard the boy say to his mother; I don’t want to play with girls anymore. Life is wild at times.

Now I am following other western outlaws.  I am La Paz, Bolivia watching from all my speculation the end of the world.  Yes, plural.

 Kidnapped

“Help, help, help” I think I wrote that to the 534 people that I assumed knew who I was in my reality the week following May 19, 2016.  That I was in a panic was clearly not getting through. That I was or had been kidnapped did not sit well with me. Why?  Well, I had once upon a time a few clearances and one of those stupid papers I signed said if you go nuts or anything call or email Fred.  I did both. That he did not exist in those realities did not make sense to me, and the first 10 emails coming back were not found. When I had email addresses in my contacts freaked me out a bit more.

Why? Let me just say I at one time worked interesting projects and felt it my responsibility to tell them hey you know corporate espionage or countries stealing secrets was not cool with me.  Out of 534 I got emails back from three people. Both said calm down, you are just seeing things or you are going crazy. I told them I saw the shrink. The first time he agreed with you. The second? No one makes me mad and gets away with it. Rule one from the reservation: remember their name and face. Why? I am just me.

So when only one admiral wrote back, I started writing to other people. The number of people traveling at the time was astounding for me. I talked with David Cameron from the Montauk project. Peter Moon, whose only advice was to sit in a room and stare or be calm.  I wrote back saying I am a disabled person who at that time was not allowed out of my dark room due to the light hurting my eyes and did not get a reply back. So who knows?  Anyway, thus I was kidnapped from one world to the next and so forth for a while. Sure, you say.

They call this the Mandela Effect. What it is is a closed time curved loop reality. Meaning? You are all dead along with me.  How do I know? Magic dearie comes with a price and I lived in Bolivia where witches had turned back time on the capital clock for close to 15 years. Meaning? Magic if you look for it can be explained by technology and or spells and symbols usually. So? Well, closed time curved loop realities I can interact with the dead and they? I do not know. Each day is a new day and the next day is a new soul, Sounds ridiculous, I know. However, I do tests and most people fail them. 

Like what? I ask my wife the simple question: what countries have we been to? If she is my wife she will remember us getting stuck on the highway in Seattle when it was 150 miles north of its current area and us entering Canada and being stuck at the border for a few hours to get homie. Why? My map said take an exit. That the exit was on the left side of the highway instead of the right either was not printed out or something and I missed it and the next I knew Welcome to Canada. Since she was Bolivian at that time her entering the country was a big deal. 

So? What about other people? I ask them to tell me a story. What story? Any story they have told me before. If I can remember them, their stories are all I care about these days. And? Some repeat the same old story over and over again. While others add some of the most remarkable details that either I was not paying attention to last time or they felt safe with me and exposed themselves to me.

Seems I am the spy, right? I doubt that. Why? Personally, each soul has a unique story. However, only some stories are worth remembering.  Is my story worth remembering? I do not know anymore. I do know that I am going backwards in time to realities that died a long time ago when on my world the internet stated the earth was 6.5 billion years old.  So?  Here the internet is 4.5 billion years old. Thus 2 billion years have passed since checking in one reality to the next and so forth. However, according to when this earth’s galaxy mine was to hit the next galaxy in 365,000 years while this one hits the next galaxy in 4.5 billion years means I might be yet a little older. 

Try to say that to your wife without being sent to a shrink. And the shrink? “Oh, you are living a past life!” “I have many patents like that.” Got me made enough to get up and draw out reality as I knew it from my reality and compare it to what I could find on the internet. When I said take a bet with me and tell me your story and he did. Then arranged for me to come back the next session thinking I was going to continue seeing him. Well, I told him his story from the prior reality. 

So? That did not go over so well. Instead of insisting I come back, he prescribed me some rather mind-altering drugs, and we parted ways.

So, time traveling, Mandela Effect, and closed time curved hoop realities with a mind that remembers strange things from a reality that could not be here or there. Sort of sounds like I was on the earth that Ron Hubbard talks about with 70 planets and 500 trillion souls. Say what? My earth on May 18, 2016, had 8.5 billion people. A lot more people than here. And no known black holes. So?

My guess is that the world got fried when it left the galaxy for a brief time outside the galaxy. The x-ray frequency is like a microwave and I think or speculate that earth is fried to death.  And this all of this? Is my final ten minutes of death traveling backwards in time to reach my original body for a day of judgment.

Or maybe this is all a dream and I will wake up in my bed back May 19, 2016?

Seeking a solution

I had gone to bed in one reality and awoken in a different reality. That’s when I started to say, “Hey! Wait, a minute!” I got to go to 17 doctors for a complete checkup, which showed all the death sentences that I had been given in 2014 did nothing but confuse me. You can only hear you have kidney failure. Take this medicine. Your eyes are bloodshot due to diabetes of the eyes. The blood will get worse and you will go blind. Your stump is still bleeding after two years of having your left foot and a foot of your left leg cut off, and the bacteria is bad. Plus other 13 doctors total 120 pages for my collection of doctor notes saying I am dying. Sure I should have collected something else. I did that in 2013 to 2015. I had collected autographs and put them online at a poetry website which went away sometime in 2016 or one or two billion years ago that went away in a moment’s time. Laughter is sweet when you are dying. No one believes a word one writes. That I remember dying when I was like 3 years old. Then 5 years old. And then 8 years old. And so forth seldom even comes up these days. I think people get unnerved about why I write, telling them to change their ways. They do not want to go where I have been. That I can tell you. Who wants to be there? A parallel multiverse adventure is fun. Sure, I have tasted cheese on thousands, maybe 10s of thousands of worlds. But being a ghost and recognizing that since 2016 or 4.5 billion years ago or time has sped up for some realities while slowing down for others, allowing my spirit or soul to pass back through worlds too. That is just it. I am not sure. Did I escape hell or am I going to the day of judgment for another time in hell or? That is the uncertainty of this time, I suppose. The time of tribulation? Sure, why not? The Mark of the Beast being Microsoft patent 2000060606. A plague for Revelation plagues. I guess all mankind does is try to end itself over and over again. I suspect I at one point was a badass? Now? I am glad for pizza delivery.

What is it like being a ghost? It is amazing at times. People forget they already told me their story. Or they add just a bit more to their stories and I have to do a double take and figure out what to say to some new revelation and wonder? Did this happen in my reality or just in this reality? And which happened first? Meaning? If time slowed down here and was rather fast where I came from, or who was first? Meaning? Faster means usually first, right? When I lived on Sagittarius, I wrote a poem called the end of earth. There I referenced the internet where it said we would hit the next galaxy in 365000 years. That the milky way was supposedly 377,000 light years across. And that I was on the outside arm of the galaxy, not within the galaxy. The poem talked about death. Rationale? Simple the earth was about to step outside the galaxy and be fried by x-rays for seven to twelve years. Kind of exciting.

Then in 2016 I awoke to a new reality each day. Traveling from Sagittarius to an arm of the galaxy no longer on the maps here Pegasus. Then to the Orion arm, Orion spur, and down the rabbit hole of Orion nebula my spirit has been watching what the book of Revelation which passing in some realities was called Revelations states the end of humanity and the beginning of the end to some. Do I believe it? I read Microsoft patents. Seems like the beginning of the Borg collective. No thank you. I already have issues with people being around me. I could not, would not care to hear or think or have my thoughts expanded on by Microsoft. Just think of their viruses on computers and think there are a lot of people that do not like me already. I could see myself ending up dead or doing something stupid under their control. Nope. No thank you.

So a ghost?  What is funny? That was my nickname. A long long time ago or only a moment ago depending on how one looks at time. Bigfoot, ghost, and a few other names over the years. Am I Clint? Clinton? Clinton R?  And this is the wild part. I remember when my last name was not Siegle, but Siegel. So when and where did I get on this crazy train or trip? And if it’s a trip, why was it such a bad experience?

I can see myself on the day of judgment wondering if I should ask for a refund? Or just hoping I survive? Am I evil? They say you are the combination of your three closest friends. Since I only have one phone friend who was a Vietnam vet yet he is my little brother being born after that war is interesting in Phi Sigma Kappa I might be in for a surprise. Why?  Let’s be honest my other friend, my dog has stopped being my friend makes me wonder was or am I an asshole? I mean the idea that dogs can be better judges of people than people can applies universally and if my dog doesn’t like me? Maybe I am an asshole? Would make sense. Nevertheless I still get breakfast in bed which is not that bad of a deal.

Thank God I did not ask for sex or something in the afterlife. I much prefer food. Sure I am fat. It will make kidnapping yet again via the UFO or heaven harder for them to carry me away...