I shall Purchase a large sword. NAME IT Kindness. And kill people with kindness. Ideas from the past? I used to be such a nice pirate.. When it all comes to an end, tell someone that I once was a poet. Tell them I once hung out with pirates. Tell the world I did not age like fine wine. And that I never gave in. Because that was not an option. Fate is real. I am a pirate at the midnight hour because it is more evil.... babhabahbahb
Ender the pirate was sailing through the ocean with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat?
Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?
Come now laugh with me. Michelle after getting drunk three days straight was put to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first. She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too began to worry about why or how people lived as pirates.
On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle Queen Michelle of this island and left.
I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd for the island was made totally of sand.
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Ender the pirate having been hit with a coconut was dazed from Talon. The giant statue that guarded what was left of the original Crete at the end of the world. Lets be honest so few people remember the world as it use to be. North America above Europe, South America to the side of Africa. The Nigera falls flowing right into the Mediterranean basin forming around the garden of Eden a oasis of water feeding into what is now called Syria via the Black Sea which was all about 800 feet lower at that time in history when the real Crete existed and the end of the world? Well, believe it or not was close to Ekalaka Montana also knew in the past as where hell could be viewed because most the residence were escapees from hell. shh that last part is a secret few people know even today. Any ways Ender the pirate was listening to Talon discuss how the rivers of the Nigeria falls use to flow into the great Mediterranean before the great quake that split continents and moved them far and wide. Claw for his past being sat on by a statue of Talon was more or less captured and had to listen to tales that if were told no one would believe them anyways. How pirates of old had tried to capture the great Crete empire also known to some as Atlantis. How in the end ancient empire Tyre turned into a an island due to fighting the Persians had used magic or words to cause the final downfall of Atlantis via the Chaldeans. People remember their mythology on how Alexander the Great had conquered both empires a long time ago in yet their later stories tend to be forgotten. Ender was quite taken back. The guardian noticing Ender was up from his knock on the head with a coconut looked askingly as if . Do you really want to fight? Instead Ender just sat and listened. Sending Liz the dragon upon a quest that was something of a mystery even to the narrator of this story.
Ender the pirate wandering lost in Tokyo after midnight. Lets face reality. Being time traveler at times he sucked at directions and some how got lost on a street.
He wandered into what looked like a diner. To find out it was actually called the Midnight Diner opened midnight to seven in the morning was wild.
There he watched and listed. The stories told there were even more interesting than he recalled them from. Where actually? His memories.. Searching them he recalled a time when a person was talking about a window and a box that showed. What was he told. Ah, yes dramas. However, his thoughts went back to the storyteller. Someone who was and was not. A person with a soul who had been vomited out of heaven. So few good souls left.
The storyteller told of the box window that showed entertainment. Something called Netflix.
The storyteller told wonderful retold stories of what was the program? Ah yes. How silly of the time traveler or Ender to forget. The Midnight Diner. To see all the stories combined was something. Porn stars, movies stars, strippers, food critics, a wandering musician, and many more tales that made his heart cry. The traveler was suddenly sad. The realization that all this was a past that had died out a long time ago made his conclusions to their stories even worse. His bitter tales and sorrows listening was wild. If you ever like to read a good book.. Ender would recommend Midnight Diner on that magical box window of drama where ever Netflix is in Spacetime..
A jewel tale of a pirate
I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid the cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?
Cafe Shi was a tea shop with some of the best fine wines in all of small China. Small China a go between the port side of a town and well the town itself. The raiders had promised a chance at something big.
Being unemployable and unemployed at the present time. I thought it would be best to try something with a big prize.
In walks the Claw. I knew him when he was younger. That I had employed him to smuggle goods for a time made me smile.
The Claw was a legend these days. Sort of like I was a time ago. The Claw had taken possession of a fleet of trading ships. How? The rumor was he trapped them, boarded them, and slaughtered everyone on board. What a comic. The reality of the whole entire fleets crew. Well, they were all bribed. Because of the paymaster of. the owner of the fleet being a skinflint. Only paying less than going wages. The whole fleet’s crew absconded with the trading merchandise and ships.
The Claw was the one that thought up the plan. He even hired only those willing to go along with the plan to make sure no one got hurt but the corporations.
The deal happened, and they let the world know the Claw had slaughtered the whole crew. Which I heard had instead of returning to Europe went on a vacation to South America.
So the Claw spoke. His speech was interesting. The prize was something I had heard about a long time ago by another legend. Some sort of a jewel from a legendary myth country called Crimea. The jewel and other treasure were in the possession of a noble. How or why this noble had let the Claw know about the jewel was beyond me.
However, the jewel was some sort of a magical device that could do things to a man’s mind if the legend be truthful. So the plan was to raid a floating houseboat on an inland sea in central China.
The jewel kept there because of the guardian. Here the Claw must be joshing or joking, a guardian dragon. Now I knew dragons. I had fought one with the Claw when he was still young. To fight one on a house boat might be interesting.
I was to meet the raiders in a Cafe Shi. In the port of Ping. The year was around 1680 something. To be honest. I sort of lost count of years. When you are into smuggling items. From Korea, to Japan, to China and elsewhere to avoid cursed tariffs of empires and nations. Well, knowing the year means knowing what laws and regulations are being brought up. Why cause undo concern when any of the items meant the death penalty?
Meaning? A name is only as good as the next adventure and to live in a moment and die with merit or a wonderful story? What more I could ask for? We were not afraid of much. Maybe wizards of time or a woman with too much time on her hands.
So I shook my hand with the Claw who, when he noticed, laughed with me. And said it was great to be back in such low places. And that we should get some more wine and talk about old friends and places.
The conversation went like the Claw telling me this story.
There once was a great pirate before Romans, and they established any countries in Europe. He would raid an island where the treasures were according to myth from out of this world. The original Atlantis story claiming that they came from an unfamiliar world.
There the Atlantis lived afraid of this pirate until they built the Talons. A sort of statue that walked the island, protecting the island from pirates.
Well, that did not sit well with this pirate of legends. So in the middle of a flotilla of ships he disguised his ship and crew. The pirate went right with their great trade ships and out with. Well, according to the Claw, the crown jewel of some wizard of time or not.
The jewel was a portal stone or time stone. The Claw kept on excitedly how with the stone one could go places in time and what not.
Me? I had had a pearl once upon a tale. So I was interested, and so the plan was laid out.
The nobleman was to be called away to the capitol city by a bribe the Claw had provided an authority. Seems corruption was everywhere these days.
Once gone evidently the boat house only protection was a dragon. Now, the last dragon that the Claw and I had encountered was a long time ago. That we accidently shoot it with a cannon at point blank range was well. Complete happen stance and luck.
This time luck had to be just right. We set the date. The plan was laid that both smoke and other bombs. They would be used to enter the house boat. Blind the dragon. Then secure the jewel. A classic switch in a fast heist with a phony jewel to replace the real one. And out we go. With no pursuit. Because why waste a chance of someone coming back to steal something if nothing was stolen?
So there was me, Ender the pirate, the Claw, and my crew. My crew is not normal. Let us just say we are misfits from Christmas isle and let that make your imagination work.
My first mate looked like a squirrel and acted like one too. He was given the fake jewel and instructions on what room the jewel was in.
My cook sort of looked like a bear. And his sole job this time around was to throw smoke bombs as fast as he could. Given the signal once the first mate was in a position to enter the house boat.
Me and the Claw were to address the dragon personally. I thought this over in reflection and some plans are stupid. Only one reflected on them, but at the time of implementation. Life is merit or nothing else.
So the day came. The nobleman rode off to the capitol. We were in place. The first mate had climbed to a window just above the treasure room.
The signal went. The cook started throwing smoke bombs. Everything seemed to go great.
Just then the Claw and I meet a woman where I was expecting a dragon.
Now I had prepared live bombs for the occasion. There I was in a kind of pickle having a fuse lit in one hand with a bomb and well a woman. Who instead of crying or anything seemed to know the Claw.
And looking at the Claw? Well, I could see he knew her. The Claw was in love. Great.
Storming a houseboat with a dragon and some woman. And then the Claw starts talking, waving me away. No dragon appeared. I was wondering what or if the jewel was actually here.
Then the woman transformed into a white dragon. Wildly unexpected by me.
The dragon pounced on the Claw. Who only waved at me yet again. I wondered what to do. Throwing a live bomb at a friend is not something I would consider. In yet, the dragon was or looked like she would eat him.
The cook had stopped throwing smoke bombs. This indicated in the plan that my first mate was out.
So I tried to get the Claw away from her. But instead of letting me pull him away. He waved me goodbye. The love sick fool was in love with a dragon.
So I got out of there. My first mate with the jewel in hand. So my first mate, Cook, and I went away. That was not the last I heard of the Claw. However, the jewel of time was something else to behold and what stories could be told.
As for the Claw? I heard that he and the dragon ran away together. Something dealing with her obligation of guarding the jewel was no longer valid with no jewel to guard. As for the nobleman? I keep tabs on his family for the jewel? However maybe the fake one is all they needed for they do not appear to be missing anything.
Well, being time traveling pirates is something to keep a journal on.-----
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So few believe the old stories about human and djinns these days. Where the djinns were spirits without body aye for a time. And humans without magic were preyed upon by the spirits. The Muslims hear their old desert stories and some laugh. While those that knew the original stories of the mirror worlds knew the truth. It was a horrible truth.
Billions of years prior to humanity and djinns intermixing there were original worlds. Not the mirror worlds where humanities souls were banished to. The original worlds held a God a divinity that conquered all. How?
In today times? I suppose to update the story would be the sun is the movie projector of a great technological kingdom. Where one day in that world is well. According to closed time curved loop reality life times within other mirror worlds. So?
Think of it as a movie where all the parallel stories are told. Where you went left while another you went right. While another some how flew and another dug and the third sat down and just laughed.
Meaning? Well, this is just one of many realities. That humans and genies or djinns were part of a conquered races of immortals. Or close enough to technological Gods to be called Gods and their stories or film on life. Well, their stories were told and retold until the director of the film of life got what he or they wanted.
So djinns and humanity conquered and real worlds versus mirror worlds. Was there ever peace between the two races?
Depends on how you look at peace. There was sex. Adam had the angel of death wife a few times. While the evil one to humanity had Eve. Her first time she conceived Cain and Able. The two were special enough that God was concerned about both of them. That one killed the other one seems to be a legend in most religious context these days.
So? Well, Adam and Eve first child was Seth. However, Adam laid with his first wife to Lilith and from there several demon were born. If one listens the first vampire stories come from legends of those children.
Meaning? Legends and myth when both God discovered the evil one or the angel of death had tricked Eve. He castrated him. To get even the angel of the fifth level of heaven and the third level of hell. Did a treaty deal with the conquered race of djinn. Which were after all his followers that had surrendered in a war so long ago. Just thinking about it brings me a headache.
Humans with their technology. While if you want to remember a real war imagine more than 100 percent of heaven angels as djinns. Big and powerful magic.
Magic so rough and powerful that most magicians try to emulate even the words or spells end up mad. Laughter. lol.. So, let me see a tale of humans and djinns working and living together? Yes. I heard of that tale.
It happened before the last cycle which was a long time ago. That cycle of reality God got tired of humanity and djinns. And did not separate them like he did during Noah's flood to the humans. I think I forget Ogs flood to other realities.
In that cycle of realities the djinns got their reality and humanity got their reality. Instead of destroying the tower of Babylon God left both races alone to see what would happen.
In those closed time curved loops where humanity was left alone. Humanity developed into what you call the aliens in space these days. Or demons. Reason? Something dealing with sex again. To make life last longer most of humanity gave up on sex after a fashion and became. Well they reproduced by cloning which can not be survivable. What about the realities that did not fall into those realities? Their horror stories yes I remember them. No that is not part of this story. This story is did djinn and humans ever get along. And in my memory no. Those with all the magical or superior technology power. Always wanted the illusion of physical substance. While those with physical substance or clay wanted power of the spirits. That putting those two races together creates Cain and Able.
So Cain was able to father children from human women and? His offspring always seemed to be cannibals. They can not stand mere humans. While humans for their part? They are desperately seeking something. What? How should I know. I am just a story teller locked in this story at present.
So human and djinns getting along? No. What about humanity just getting along with humanity? Without God? That tale is a seven million experiment that fails in a future reality that I heard. The failure is that for all the technology and all the superior ideas without God or the purpose God has for a soul. Souls leave humanity and wander. Meaning? Imagine a bunch of soulless humanoids without concept of sex but wanting to survive. For what purpose? Just to survive I suppose.
Humanity on its own fails. When humanity is with djinns one envies one for their power while the other misuses the other one for their. I suppose for their pleasure. Such ugliness that humanity and djinns can not get along together. Thus without a third party separating the two racs and making sure one rules the other for a time.
What about the illusions of humanity running worlds without God? Meaning where Montauk project sneaks evil souls into heaven? In the disguise of good folks and murders Christ?
Yes. I have heard of that story and realize a truth that was once upon a time told to me by someone. All that matters is who controls time. God can control reality and play with reality as much as he wants for as long as he wants in the mirror worlds. For example? I personally believe via internet that I have lived on a different earth. Older and a lot farther away than one could imagine. In yet? Here I am today typing on this keyboard. In a parallel reality in yet. I realize this has to be the valley of the shadow of death. Why? Certain things that worked do not work in death and believe me I have investigated them. No one pulls the rug out from a dreamer without a dreamer finding out why.
So. Humanity and djinns living together in peace. Yes. I have been told there might be some. However that story is in the past. Which I am going to see. Meaning this is still a future that does not exist outside the mirror worlds. And? I speculate that humans at a certain time in the future will rule over the djinns or fallen angels for a time. Will that be peaceful? No the prediction is a rebellion again after 930, 970, or a 1000 years. Depending on which reality you end up after the end of September 2020. The real end of 2012.
as long as I breath life is skittles and rum if I can find any anyways.. Just thoughts of a different era and time and location.. Makes me wonder which is the dream. That I am here on Orion nebula, or that I have journals detailing movement from Sagittarius to here. Makes me wonder which is real. Then I have a dream and the most horrible dreams and I realize I might have been here before.. Which makes me wonder. If I had tried harder to hide would I have escaped this dream? And did that other dream ever really happen?It seemed so real. Now? I wonder. Sanity? The question are you okay? OF course I am. Meaning tears are meant for the living to remember..And of I am not. For I realize this to is not living. kind of complexity for today. Trapped in a mirror reality Ender decides that to escape yet again he must write his own escape. The problem? On Sagittarius he had a place to go and here? There is no place like home even if home was hell.
https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/memories-of-clint-or-ender-or-clinton-1198969634868305920 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/a-bench-leading-to-wonderland-or-has-alice-gone-mad-1194033625456701440 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/a-bench-leading-to-wonderland-or-has-alice-gone-mad-1194035608590741504 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/he-moved-through-time-and-wandered-the-halls-of-time-for-his-1210298037171281920 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/when-you-have-to-live-inside-your-mind-oh-the-places-i-go-1198374995884363776 Ender the pirate was sailing through the seven oceans not the seven seas with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full-time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes, I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat?Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?Come now, laugh with me. I put Michelle after getting drunk three days straight to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first? She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too worried about why or how people lived as pirates.On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that, the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle, Queen Michelle of this island, and left.I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd, for the island was made totally of sand?To awake in a distinct reality is nothing. To awake in a distinct reality for an unlimited amount of time? Heroes come and go. Legends stay within their own mind. I was a Talon. Few people remember what that means or even heard of them. The souls ripped from their bodies a long time ago and put in. Well, to begin with they were put in statues. The original statues guarded an island. From what? Pirates. The originals were statues built to walk around an island. To provide a wonderful island protection from pirates. The problem with statues is protecting an island from a physical problem was not much of a problem. Protecting the population from themselves? Major problem. The island I remember destroyer was a plague.They died all within a short two-day span. Leaving a spirit locked statue to guard an island. What does a statue do for eternity? At first, not much. I sort of sat and watched the sun come and go. The dilemma which in my age and era spelt dilemna did an immortal do? You can walk the island protecting it from waves, and the occasional pirate raid. The first 4,000 years was a sort of like that. The island housing was gone. The island stood. I was more of a legend in my own mind. I doubt any of the pirates that came that way. Well, that they even remember why they attempted to pillage the island from time to time.So, after a while I got bored and skipped stones, and broken ships for a time. You probably have heard of a ship thought lost for decades turning up on some unknown part of the world. Wondering how it got there? Well, if I came upon the ship I would pick it up and see how far I could skip one like a rock. Not the funnest sport it helped with the time. Then somewhere around 1680s a pirate ship sailed towards the island. I was about to jump out from behind a mountain, crush it and skip it. When the captain came out. He hailed me. Now. This is the oddity. After 4,000 plus years to hear one’s own name and in a language that was alive, that knew was something. To see this pirate's attempt to bargain with me was absurd.Needless to say, I was curious. I crept from behind the mountain and sat in a pool next to his ship. His voice was shaky, but his plan was something to behold. Between him and his crew, I could understand more about their story. They had stumbled upon a page of life. Say what? That was an old legend in my day. The evil one had attacked heaven. Stealing a book of life. Then had spread the book out among realities and times. With the hope that this would stop the day of judgment from happening. Now? The pirate had a single page. He knew it had assigned me sort of to a map and another page.Yes. I had read the page a long time ago. Parallel realities, time travel, the works. Did it interest me? Of course it did. To see a different sun without having to sit at the same mountain at my back would be something. I asked how I would accompany him? Now. The pirate’s name was Ender and his magic was story telling. His story was wild and his magic. Well, his magic made him one stand out. What he said and could or would do was something tempting. That his statements made sense and how he proposed doing the trick was wildly out of the norm. However, the legalistic side of me said all I would meet the forms and formats. And I could travel. So in accord was reached. The magic happened. What magic? Imagine a reality stacked upon a reality the biggest upon the littlest. All I had to do was find one where either the statue of me or I or that Talon was gone and take its dimensional size. Then with a secret transport said content from here to there and back. For those less into here to there, I would take possession of the island and statue there. Meaning? I could transform my size and that of my island to something I could fit inside, say my pocket. Thus legalistically I was not breaking my word.For a spirit guarding and protecting my island from now until the end of time. And I got to move aboard the ship the black Skimmer with a crew. Let me be honest. To live amount a group of people. Let alone on a ship crossing the seven seas. Versus watching the sun go up and down for thousands of years was a treat. Now what did I have to give Ender for his magic? That is between me and him. He however was a man of his word. A hero in hi own time, a legend to me? Sure, few people get noted in a Talon book. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/ender-hides-the-journal-1114675798367051776
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