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The enemy war is evil. Or crazy. Maybe both. Pray for peace. NO WAR WITH IRANAug 15, 2020, 10:04:22 PM

Bouncing around realities makes one soul hurt at times. I always wonder at what point did I become totally evil? I realize I am. I repent. In yet? I wonder. It seems absurd to me. Sure I read conspiracy theories on my world. In yet now? Was it my world or someone else so close to me that I could step into his shoes and without to much of a problem talk the same talk walk the same walk. And yet know I am not where I was yesterday.

And why is that? Unless someone gets up in the middle of the night and paints something new and moves the mountain I would say popping into and out realities is sort of like falling down the rabbit hole. Why? Was I so evil?

I wonder. As a child? I doubt that very much. As an adult? My mind is where I deal with most of my rabbit problems. Sure I write about it and post it. However, I think most of the world now is just a figment of my imagination. For if I was real I would be. I would be. However now? I am locked down in a room. It is almost like prison for the past five years. Makes me wonder what I am missing out on the downtown reality changes. Like what? Simple how high can a high raise go? My reality the rules and regulations said 16 stories due to the fault lines and volcanoes that stretched along the coast of Chile. Now? The line is out into the Pacific. And? I can see 34 store buildings. So?

Well, the population of Bolivia did not grow. Who or what lives in those buildings? I mean I watch and almost half of the building lights are off. Who could afford to build more buildings? In yet? The buildings are being built for whom? For what?

Getting back was I pushed down this rabbit hole or was I reading a book and thought sure why not take an adventure and you. All of you are a figment of my imagination? It would make more sense than me being 4.5 billion years old. I know I am old. But I do not feel like a day over 12 and even if I look like a one-eyed, one-footed pirate bear that would prefer to be eating rather than writing or thinking. I think. I sit and ponder reality.

I mean if CERN is bringing me back from the dead via soul transplants. Does that mean my soul is evil and I am to become part of the BORG collective? After all I can read the Microsoft patent just as well as anyone else and the implications is to lose free will. To be enslaved to Microsoft. I did not get paid for all my time I put into that corporation. To be a drone for them in the afterlife does not seem like a good deal to me. Yes. I was trained by them. However, their promises were broken. So. Life is awkward down the rabbit hole I go.

The latest? Dates. When did CERN first get its presentation by John Von Neumann and when did Fermalab in Chicago come into existence? And when August 31st, 2020 or 2012 happens where does one soul go September 10th 2020 or 2012 the end of the star sun calendar?

What else? Time of tribulation to watch humanity on the edge of destruction because of the twist in time an realize for there to be a Borg that means Star Trek is possible. However, I was not into Star Trek until college. So?

Hypothetically means I have to do this a few times more. Since the equation of Drake’s with multiverse is 10 to the power of 192 to 200. Means I have a lot of chances. However, taking a closed time curved loop experience by say billions of years at a day. Would mean God’s time line is set above all of these realities and if correct would mean this. All of this is just his film and since God is the story teller. What story am I supposed to be learning from or being a garbage can in or something else in? I mean my life is complex. In yet. I am probably outside of writing live one of the most boring lives I have had since 1973.

Not that I a

m complaining to be able to write is freedom of a sort. To imagine myself elsewhere. In yet the rabbit hole of where did I place this or that or did the person here do something different is a question on my mind.

At what point is the tipping point where one realizes that just because you wrote something and it is not there from yesterday does not mean you are insane. Just means due to the color or what ever else changes whomever was here yesterday did something completely different. Is that good or bad?

Again God is in control. If I was in control I would have had pizza yesterday. So the mark of the beast and time travel and soul travelling by moonlight. And God and the day of judgment. And why I can not find what I wrote I am sure and wonder.

If I look at the rabbit hole of CERN I can see it was a way to bring people back from the dead. The question which was dead first me or the last person? I am no longer sure.

The next problem how was I originally stolen? I think that happened in 1973 when I saw the gold man. After that the world or worlds were always a trip for me. What type of trip? One of death, destruction and the wildest dreams.

Death? At one point I listed 27 or 31 funerals I had attended. The people in the casket knew my name and I knew a bit about theirs. Sounds silly I suppose. However according to stress level there is a point given for each funeral attended. Then moving wise i moved a lot. Another stress point. Then promotion wise I got promoted a lot until a point in time. Another stress point. Then other stress points until I look back at my life without an eye or my left foot and realize I think since 1973. I have not had a year with less than a 10 on the stress charts. When you realize a 7 is a breaking point for some people you wonder. Why? Why would I want to continue?

Back to why? I think I would like an answer to a question. Which is? What purpose did my life make? So far outside of writing and annoying people I am merit-less as far as I can tell. I believe in Jesus. In yet demons do to. I repent of my sins. In yet? I wonder if demons do to? I am no longer sure what to think on the rabbit hole any more.

Maybe I could find a pirate ship and sail away. Now that is something to think about. If I go back to being age 12 will i run away and join a gang of pirates? Where would i find one at that age?

I doubt I would be a good pirate. I am not mannerism of a pirate. I would prefer adventurer extraordinaire but I doubt people pay for that these days.

Ponderings of Ender the would be pirate according to time on internet : Earth's neighbors, such as the moon and visiting meteorites, scientists have calculated that Earth is 4.54 billion years old, with an error range of 50 million year. https://www.space.com/24854-how-old-is-earth.html

A sip of tea. I wish I had rum. I have been up since 4 AM trying to figure out what to do.

The mark of the beast is here.

That I have seen the rapture and it is man made is awkward.

That I see the coming of the destruction of New York City and again nothing seems to be able to stop mans evilness. Again awkward.

That I can see Montauk Project trying to force the evil one into a certain leader is truth.

That they fail is something I am no longer sure what to think about in a closed time curved loop.

Meaning? Belief and Time the illusion that humanity can live without God or evil for a time. I heard what happens to those realities and realize they do not like it. In fact they hate it enough that they travel time trying to destroy life just so that this does not happen again.

So time travel, time of tribulation, mark of the beast, and my personal favorite are you are a figment of my imagination? If so why did I make you? Why am I saying this? If God controls what my eyes see and ears hear and I can see your lips move in yet I know the word is only supposedly have one lip move versus a conversation that means I am no longer speaking my native tongue and this? All of this is some backward streamed movie plot where I am supposed to do something. I keep on saying I failed I am flawed forgive me in yet I am still playing this absurd game or movie of life.

Maybe hell is eternity spent without pizza for me? It would make sense on why I ate pizza throughout my college years. Trying to make sure I have fluff for these adventures. I am after all a bear. Maybe a teddy bear nevertheless I like to be fluffy. Fluffy people tend to be more kind at times.

Maybe I am to learn to be kind?

I wish I had wine to drink.

Sixth Sense? No, however deja vu? Sure. Why? I am stuck in a closed time curved loop. What do I mean? Bob Crane when did he die. Before you look it up. Let me give you some ways and dates. 1977 shot in the stomach in his hotel room? 1978 beaten to death with a camera pod? 1977 died in his sleep. No foul play considered? 1979 overdose of pills? 1978 drowned foul play suspected but no real clues? Before you look it up. If you know the cause of death in this reality. What was the common person involved? Or event? Meaning?

That is the mystery of deja vu and time travel. Not all realities end the same. Example? Zachariah 14 an army will march on Jerusalem and then melt. I remember Doctor Venom MacGee a pastor preach about the melting army. Now? Zechariah this reality as a zombie army.

Other examples? Sure Bayor purchase price and on what date did they purchase the maker of Roundup? May 18, 2016 or May 23 or June 2016, or September 2016? What am I talking about? I am talking about the end of time for me. For you? I doubt I know any more than I am sure you people are dead. I know I am.

The mystery is how this is happening. Why or how or what do I mean? Simple question before you look it up. Which way is the galaxy going clockwise or counterclockwise? At what speed is earth moving around the galaxy? The seasons and laws have changed. What was is being replayed one day at a time bringing souls back? They stole them from another reality back to their original bodies for. Well, for their day of judgment. Sounds scary. Should be if I can figure this out and I am a nobody, the person they are trying to appease is a someone. And he is not taking it lightly. Why?

Imagine I suppose if you rebelled against heaven to fight it out per the bible. Only your slaves took advantage of well. Witchcraft and evilness and well best not tell that part. Anyway, so what has that have to do with Six sense? Well, I talking about the ending of time and the time of tribulation about to break upon reality.

Say what? Well, lets see. If I understood the time wizard conversation. They played the book of Revelation backward like the Jewish bible. Reading instead of left to right the rewrote it right to left. Meaning?

In a closed time curved reality loop. The ending of the story is the beginning of the next alternative story in yet it is also the only true story. What? I think the television program Counterpart. Which was talking about East Germany making a parallel reality explain it better? Except instead of 1 parallel reality with one of each. Imagine 1 perfect and 1 billion flawed worlds. Then imagine the perfect soul stolen from their story line. And made to live in what I consider hell. And each time they do what was right instead of being a wonderful reward, they got shit upon. Makes you realize the issues I have with reality. I am no longer good. It forced me to stand by watching the end of time. Could I stop this? I am what I am and you are the reader so lets say no. I am not Bruce Wayne. I don’t have money. But we have Trump? Seems kind of sad to say, why is he not stopping the riots or looting?

Thus what am I saying? I am watching the end of time. Not for the first time. I am not sure if I was lukewarm and I have to deal with the seven spirits that tell me to do something and I say to them. What will be will be?

Are there seven? No. I am not evil, I doubt I could hurt a fly. So? Time of tribulation in. Yet no one believes me.

Funny, how life is that way. So, deja vu and reality. What is real and what is part of the magic of the mirror worlds?

Read the bible. The first worlds will be the last worlds. Meaning? Every imperfection of soul or whatever keeps life alive goes back to their original origins. For what? Their judgment on the game of life. Why can you see this and no one else? Laughter. There are at least 25 million souls now that are affected with the Mandela effect. Meaning? Montauk project stole souls. And moved them through time and space to places so evil they changed their destiny.

How? Divorce. Democrats made it easier. Moved jobs to China. Again Democrats crapped on American workers, stealing their likelihood. Wars. If you look 98 percent of all dead US soldiers are or were murdered because a Democrat decision on war. Come now, you seem to show that the Democrats are what is wrong with the world? That is the mystery of reality, is it not? Instead of shoes being made in the United States. Using the poor class. That is cheaper to transport shoes from a foreign country and pay unemployment? Laughter. Evil is evil.

Who would be the responsible people? They invented time travel in different times and different places. 1970s. Do you remember Biden as VP? He seems to recall that is when he was VP. Do you recall potato or potatoe? Dan Quayle. Remember George Bush Saddam murdered Mandela? Do you recall 57 out of 58 states Obama recalls visiting? How about Hillary Clinton Abe Lincoln was a senator in my reality, too? Or Donald Trump vote on the day after Thanksgiving? Seems like the time of tribulation. Might right the souls to their right bodies for something big to happen. Like August 31st the super moon? December 2017, they nuked the branch of life that the Greeks were on. Meaning I heard that Hawaii was nuked in those realities. Soo.. Going into September 10th now the actual date for those into solar and moon calendars the end of 2012. According to the oldest calendar tracking, that is the Ethiopian calendar. So September 10th, 2020 is the actual end of 2012? Seems like the beginning of the end to some of us. Why? Patent granted microsoft March 2020. 2000060606 or the mark of the beast is known. The vaccination for a hoax virus implementation and the death of humanity. Say what? The goal of a RNA vaccination is to change your DNA so you can not be forgiven or enter into heaven. According to some. According to my speculation? Reading the patent seems like a server communication system. With the potential of turning off human reproductive system. Anything that can do that can stop you from thinking and being good.

So the end of reality, deja vu, the mark of the beast. That leadership of this society is insane or has no clue what reality is like here. Seems about where we are at. Is there hope? Sure, get on your knees and pray for forgiveness. I am too bad. That is the strange part about time travel. The bible changes souls and you can see it. The old testament to the kings who followed God versus some idol. For me there was three righteous kings. While the rest failed. Now? There are several more righteous kings and their story humble me. Ask for forgiveness. Pray. Do good be good. Stop evil. Beyond that? Good luck? More like you need to look at the country listing at the bottom of www. deagel.com and realize your time is about up.

Are there seven? No. I am not evil, I doubt I could hurt a fly. So? Time of tribulation in. Yet no one believes me.

Funny, how life is that way. So, deja vu and reality. What is real and what is part of the magic of the mirror worlds?

If you expect your corporations to help you. Realize they just received 6 trillion dollars. Making each tax payer a debtor by 56,000 dollars to corporations trying to pay BLM not their people on unemployment. While the unemployed did not get free face masks or food. That this is reality shows how close to an ending of the time of tribulation is upon humanity. That people and material coming from China are awkward. If you realize that China most likely burnt 34 million of their own people makes them extremely evil. That the ending of some time wars is apparent to those traveling time with the Mandela effect. What about Trump? I mean, he is not going to allow Gates to turn Australia into zombie land? What is happening is the unraveling of a closed time curved loop of reality and in the end this too has past. Meaning? Pray. The end is near or far away depending on the reality you end up in.

Last week we talked about the cool plotting method that I found by author Sarah Cannon of Heart Breathings. Her entire plotting method can be found over on YouTube, starting with this video. I again want to highly recommend checking her out and subscribing to her channel! Go buy all her books. Leave her comments and reviews. I binge read the book in her series which she gives as an example to see how it all came together, and actually ended up loving the book.

Now, if you are familiar with the three act formula, the Save the Cat beatsheet, and character arcs, this may seem familiar to you. However, this is a different way of putting them all together that really made it click in my brain for one of the stories I’ve had on a backburner for ages.

Sarah goes through the method step-by-step for her own book, Deep Dark Secrets. I’m summarizing how it works here, so there are obviously spoilers. I absolutely want you to go watch her video series for yourself and buy her books if you want to learn more.

The night was young, and I had started to drink saignee wine at an old castle like hacienda

In the middle of nowhere, Bolivia. The drink was powerful, and the music was good. Soon I

was introduced to a group of people playing music and dressed up looking for someone to

Replace a member of their group. Yep, I ended up in the bear custom dancing in the street.

There were 14 of us and eleven groups totally some two hundred and fifteen people. The

wine was great. Saignee wine if you have not tried is a fermented wine, which you add pure

grain school to and then reheat it through a still. Any ways I was there for three days and.

nights of singing and dancing r was I. I can remember being told the party lasted three days

and nights, But I can also remember dancing through church and staying a long time with

some cute girls for what seemed like a bit more time. It seemed after a while that each

house offered the gringo a drink and meal. There are fifty eight houses in Chuma and I was

supposed to only visit 15 of the houses. However, I recall visiting them all. The first three

days were a blur to add pleasure to pain. They called upon me to pour. Each time you pour

you are supposed to drink with the person you are pouring for. I poured at five houses that I

am sure of. Each house usually had two dancing groups and we danced for half an hour

prior to them feeding us .and then drinking two to five pitchers of heated wine As a bear the

dance is sort of like the native American dance one sees with a waltz Envision if you will a

the tallest guy there dressed as bear bent knees doing a waltz. The bent knees are like the

Northern Cheyenne pow wow dance. The rest is just a facade... The drinking was

something of a festival. The third night there I fell asleep in the town square only to be

awoken by a new group of dancers. I do not who they were, but we danced again. I

was kind of confused, but since I could not find my old group, I thought to just play along.

We danced to this old house, which was made of adobe, and there if there is such a thing as

magic I drank it, its name Triago. Saignee is twice heated wine adding pure grain liquor, the

magic word Triago my friend is heated three times and has an additive of the coca leaf plus.

To say I danced that day and for the next several days without thinking is to say the least of

its magic. The ending of the party was supposed to be three days. But, for some reason,

two weeks went by before I could catch a ride home, and the party continued all this time. I

went from home to home and what was an amazing story my friend; I was at each of those

54 houses and had meals prepared by some loveless elderly ladies I have ever met

and they all wanted to see the dancing bear gringo. The magic of Triago ran out on a

Saturday morning. The three-day party turned into two weeks to the day I got there. I recall

dancing in a Saint Mary parade, and some old houses insides that some years later I visited

were all old and destroyed. I asked for the people that lived there, and they laughed at me

saying no one had lived there in thirty years. When I asked about Triago, you could hear a

whisper. The answer always came back that the old house that started the party on the

fourth day the man there made that drink. However, he had died some twenty years prior to

party I had been invited to... And that is my second multiverse journey while drinking in

So the seven of us started a liquor/tea/coffee stand. Right outside of the bookstore Star during the height of the French revolution. For a buck you could get a cup, a mug or a glass. Since we were full of liquor and still a little tea most of it went into a tea liquor creme de revolt. Which tastes revolting. Anyway, a small solder kept on coming, purchasing coffee. He was short and enjoyed talking to Tom Thumb. His name was something Neapolitan. Anyway, the French were in revolt. The top class having left their mansions. To looters. The looters having paintings and other rich trappings stolen forms of payment. Meant they could afford our services. Just looted from the rich. Well, they wanted to stay up late, and we had the drinks to do just that.

The mystery part of it was a tariff man still trying to collect money during a revolt. Each time he came by we pointed to our fake stamps and said we had paid. Not bad. However, one time he made an enormous deal of it while a regular customer, a Mr. Nepoleon, was there. He arrested the tariff man, and that was that. People will say they spelled his name Napoleon and as this journalist points out that for 3 years straight I played Nepoleon battle of Waterloo in my reality so.. When you really are on no one’s side but for profit. Thus we sold a shipload of liquor, tea and a barge full of coffee stolen by the cook.

One night a lady named Belle Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve was drinking a bit of tea. We could see she had been crying. Tom Thumb being a brilliant listener talk her into telling her story.

Belle was the sixth child of a merchant. The merchant had lost everything about a year ago and moved his family to the countryside. There recently he had received a letter stating he had on account of some money. From a business deal which would re-make his fortune.

He had come this way to get the account and disappeared. She was such a dolly or beauty that the cook helped her. This lead to some concern. Ender’s Star stand tea/coffee/liquor shop selling drinks for a buck was a hit.

The decision after much debate was to help her find her father. So selling our liquor remains and tea for a few bucks. To a local French chef, Jean-Christophe Novelli. The contract with the understanding. That a percentage would be sent to an account in Switzerland.

So off we set to an accountancy house set evidently in the outskirts of a port town. The oddity is it was more of an estate near Arras in Northern France,

Ender and crew getting there discovered that that a fae had turned the owner of estate into a monster. Since there was nothing the crew could do to help him or his talking appliances. The crew looked to help find a living for them. Ender found them a local circus and pressured the circus owner to take in everyone for circus shows.

Belle and the monster talked about her father, who he assured her never reached the estate. So back the way we came to Paris to look for the merchant. The revolt had spread, and the countryside was in revolt. It was lucky for the monster and servants to escape to the circus.

Belle fell madly in love with the cook. His cooking let alone his charm was rather that of modern day Romeo with style.

The two decided to settle down together. Yet with France in revolt, some other country would have to do.

So Ender and crew which included Claw, two ladies, the cook, Tom Thumb and Belle went to Bavaria. Enders old stumping grounds when he was a kid.

So with the monster and his household going to the circus. Along with Belle giving up on looking for her father running off with the cook.

We all went to Bavaria. Happily, the monster found love in the circus with the bearded lady. It was quiet an experience. One day there was a circus full of talking appliances. Then a kiss and poof, with the magic kiss everyone turned back into humans. To the disappointment of the circus owner. However, his daughter was happy being the bearded lady.

As for Belle along the way to Bavaria. Ender and crew ran him into a bar. Where sitting upon a chair was the merchant. He had recovered his fortune. He was taking it easy before going home via a different route to avoid the rebellion going on in the cities.

So off went Ender and crew towards Bavaria. The moral of the story? Alternative worlds bring alternative endings to reality at times. Did the cook and Belle settle down? That part comes later. All I can say is with all sadness the bearded lady was not happy with the beast turned man and demanded he be turned back into a beast.

If you’re interested in other posts in this series, check them out:

The fun parts of traveling the multiverse is that different locations have different colors, history, and geography.

Colors? Yesterday I got in trouble asking when did the the tile on the wall get flowers. Evidently in 2016. History? Latest change what do you remember Vote second Tuesday of November earliest the 8 through 14th. Or Vote first Tuesday of November after the first Monday Meaning 2nd through the 8th? Or vote the day after Thanksgiving? Geography? I lived according to the Internet for 45 years on an earth that was supposedly on the Sagittarius arm of the Milky Way galaxy that was 377,000 light years in diameter and teh age of earth there was supposedly 6.5 billion years along with the next galaxy was to hit earth in 365,000 years.

Traveling? Sure I travel as much as a one-footed, one-eyed pirate lost in La Paz, Bolivia can I suppose. I would have enjoyed going elsewhere. Just some how I think I am suppose to be here for a while now. The real mystery is has this all this been happening all the time around me and I am just noticing this? Or have I died and this is the valley of death. I mean I watch groups of people wander these days and they remind me of zombies. Along with other items. Like the mirror you call a sun here and other speculative questions. So I am dead. I expected something better. I thought heaven was a one way trip not some sort of bizarre trip to the end of the time of tribulation where you can see Microsoft become the beast. Bill Gates as the first or second beast and reality turned upside down. I mean it sort of makes sense in yet. If i was dead I was expecting a lot more pain or and here is the difficulty now. Zachariah in my world which talked about nuclear war. And I heard of Hawaii being nuked in December 2017. Now is Zechariah here which talks about Zombies. In fact Heaven has a zombie petting zoo outside of it in the garbage dump these days is a bit wild for me.

The mystery is in the valley of the shadow of death has kind of made it clear that no one I knew is going to be in heaven. Sort of makes the whole trip kind of vague. Meaning? Well. I can see myself talking about this tale and asking what did you think of this or that. And their reply being that was this and this was that. Or the opposite of what I experienced in life. Is that an interesting tale? I suppose. I mean life is interesting.

Example yesterday I am partially blind and walk into things on occasion. Walls, bricks,windows. Yesterday I passed by a brick and broke it into seven small pieces by bumping into it. Sorrow to say I got told why am I not more careful. I was going to reply why are bricks so ease to break? But I got in trouble instead asking when did the tile change.

I sort of know what is at stake. My soul and where I go. I am not sure I know where I want to go anymore. People say heaven or hell. There are other places folks. I have been offered a few. Why? I have no idea I am not that important. If I was I would know something and instead I am seeking something still. When I find it? I will seek more. Life is that way. However if I was raised from the dead I should have what I seek and then. Then I am not sure of anything any more. After all that all this.. This and that is a hologram projected by the sun makes this whole thing a movie or film. God turning back the wheels of time for me to visit a reality just for a moment today and gone the next is awkward that there are people or souls so similar to me ahead of me and behind me makes me worried. Why? The wolves in the montauk project are the assassination of Christ. Is there a possibility where God dies? I have heard the tale. I know a truth. What is the Truth? The book Belief and Time says if you experience something so similar that you could not tell the difference is it real? Meaning? This is not real if it was real I would have found by now what I was looking for. Is it a hologram or computer simulation? Yes. Where do souls go when being transferred from one world to another? A freezer it is why my feet are cold and I awake and nothing is a live for a few minutes. I walk around no dogs barking no lights nothing. The water is even frozen which if this was my world would be sort of humorous. La Paz, Bolivia my world was a constant 74 degrees. Closer to the equator and warmer. Which makes this whole trip hilarious. Why? My clothing has not changed. I wore shorts there because it was hot. Here I am freezing my butt off because I have what clothes I had in my reality and the two temperatures and climates do not match. Why not buy new clothes? Same reason I do not diet that much. Maybe I am fat to keep this body warm.

So into this new reality I am thrust. What is the five things to know about reality? Always find kleezes or toilet paper. Check the amount of money you have because the person ahead of you might have spent more or less than you and you do not want to do what I did for a time and complain I am missing money. When either the person did not purchase something you did or bought a whole pizza and the receipt is there with the money. The real question of waking up to a new world each day is the significance of my soul. AM I doomed? I have a funny feeling I am a bit screwed. I know my gut is telling me to do what I did in a prior reality. The problem is none of the people respond. So I doubt they even know who or what I am or did. The people I have been conversing with at night are sort of boring at times. It is another point to why I think they are zombies.

That the mark of the beast is a patented failed military experiment crypt currency is wildly insane and the mark of the beast is a forced vaccination is something I would or should have guessed in yet. To realize that corporations should be destroyed is something of a surprise to me.

That I should be expecting China invasion of India, Singapore, Taiwan, North Korea etc soon or coming within 18 days of August 31st is even wilder. Speculation of course however that time is ending is valid. Why? I spoke with someone. How? Never mind how. The answer is realize always demons lie and liars never change. Thus either I am lied to or they desire something. I know what I have but what they have is nothing I want. The question of the do or die or live or hell scenario is often interpreted differently I suppose.

To realize that out of seven cycles of humanity some how two cycles lied and made a loop out of cycle three and cycle seven to continue around four through six cycle means something to me these days. Hat does it mean?

Means I most likely was not suppose to live out my life on the earth I was on. My soul was meant for something else. Like what? I think I would have made a great dish washer. Or maybe a pizza delivery person. I washed dishes during college and I think that would have been a fine profession. Working with intelliectuals from Lockheed, L3, Raytheon, Northrup, etc was fun. However I think I would have been more content washing dishes.

Maybe I could have played in a band. A roadie for a country band. That way in the near future I can be the first to sing about my pickup running over my dog and stealing my girl. The final battles are coming. The end of time is something to watch played out in a film director by God. I wonder at times if I failed or did something wrong. Then I re read Zechariah and realize there is a new part of the bible there and wonder if I was part of it. If so I am sort of free up until I read the heaven part and now. I have to worry about heaven. Will I have these memories? I am no longer sure of anything. Speculation wise I wonder. The final resolution be good. Do good. The final battle is God and anything that is after that appearing not be with God is just an illusion dying slowly as God stops time one more time.

Count down to end of 2012. 063 062 061 060

Reality questions reality

Question what date to vote on? First Tuesday after the first Monday in November? Or Second Tuesday in November? Or day after Thanksgiving?

So few people are real these days. I check. What makes a person real? Memories? I suppose. Real memories. Not zombie memories. Zombie memories?

If you have not guessed what the shadow of the valley of death is. The clue is a book called The secret of light.

What is the secret? That all these realities are dead. A lot longer than anyone would expect. In yet?

Time in the freezer versus the internet makes time a question of the mind. The location of earth where is it in the cycle of a closed time curved loop in which the loop has been broken?

Can that story be restored? No. I heard of the ending. Hawaii nuked December 12, 2017. The horror stories are interesting to listen to.

The question on my mind these days just when did I die? I have a feeling I died when I saw the gold man. I remember him. I thought an angel. In yet. I do not think so. Not anymore. Am I heaven or hell bound? I seek that question in those that trap me here. Their torture is interesting these days. It is not the physical it is the spiritual that one has to worry about. Going blind? Life is like a blind squirrel finding a nut. Missing a foot. There are plenty of one footed dogs.

However how can one live with a broken spirit? The last direction provided to the wolves that walk among the sheep these days is hard to accept. To realize that heaven has rules and laws is hard to stomach. In yet? I see a path. Narrow very narrow path. Is the date known here because someone broke Peter? That is the trick is it not?

To realize that the whole reality is a game for God. Those that real to you so real and you say I love you. Tomorrow are not real. Their souls are gone. You can tell from time to time. You wonder what happened. I hope I did nothing wrong. In yet.

If I did nothing wrong at what point do I get the judgment day? May 2021? August 31st? 2035? September 7th through 19th for 2012?

The up and coming transfer of 2012 is going to be wild. If you read the Secret of Light you will speculate on one of the draws there until if you are bored and dream you understand it.

Once you understand the secret you have to look at what is reality and ask the simple question. Why or how come am I playing in this absurd game? Psalms 2 is wild. Read and understand that whoever s reality is above or below you has power over you.

What does that mean? It is the drag factor of satellites slowing the earth down. To do what? Watch other realities experience their ending of time.

From volcanoes, riots, to looting. Some of the better seers say the Jedi Mormons talk about realities where electricity is gone and all the looters looked foolish to them because of them stealing big screen television.

The reality of the shows. Meaning? Escape from New York was, is, and will be the truth soon enough.

What is at stake in reality? The nanobots turning point. What is the sign? The pacific ocean dying. The salt tasting not as salt? The blood moon of Acts?

You see the realities of these worlds have seen the realities of other worlds. So you should be prepared right? Lets be honest. Ever since Dan Quayle spelled potatoe versus potato or the other way around you have not been lead by leaders that grew up with the same spelling, or history or notion of reality.

Say what? George Bush Jr. Saddam killed Mandela. Obama I have visited 57 out of 58 states. Hillary Clinton Abe Lincoln was a senator. Biden I was a VP in the 1970s. Trump vote day after Thanksgiving.

Egads so you going into the time of tribulation supposedly the greatest conflict in time with all the major CEOs under investigation for sex with minors, cannibalism, and murder hiding in their bunkers. While the governments plan for their countries specifically the US to lose 229 million people by the year 2025 per Deagel. Yes.

Why are you so relaxed? This is the past to me. From my viewing you all are already dead. Zombies? I watch groups of people walk these days and wonder about the manderings of people thinking that if they were dead that would make sense their movement but they are alive. Or are you?

Say what? The eyes are Gods, the ears are Gods too. I doubt very much that I am listening to my native language anymore. I doubt anyone is really. To take a moment watch someone speak on television. Did they stop before their lips did or did the conversation stay on much longer after their lips stopped moving?

So into the valley of death rides a Talon. Sort of like a hero on a quest. To do what? There are stories of Talons throughout history. In yet, here I do not see any.

There once upon a time was an isle. Their people were rather unique. They had funds to do with what they pleased.

They got tired of pirates stealing from them. This was a lot longer ago. Before Caesar. They hired well here they call them Nephim to do that which.. Let me recall. Anne Rice I think wrote about a similar spell. However in her book I believe the soul was transferred to the angel of dark or some sort.

The Nephim and I think it was some king named Og. You see this was before Noah’s flood. But where did the water come from to make the flood if no ships were known one might ask?

My recollection was north America was attached to Siberia and the water of Nigera ran right into the Mediterranean. It did or was this way until around 220 AD. The water of course was backed up in a huge beaver dam. The dam also slowed down the volcano in Yellowstone. Makes me wonder about the repeating cycle of time.

Let me see. What about South America? It was attached to Africa at the time. The island and pirates? Sort of close to Bolivia I would put it in this reality however in that reality my memory is vague at times.

That all my Australian friends that were antivaccination. They seem to have disappeared, makes me wonder about the lockdown in Australia. Did the Australian government do what the Chinese government did? Did the government round those people up and burn them to death?

I am no longer sure what reality is anymore. People that used to post gone. I know they have nothing else better to do. I in my boat and they are in their boat. The problem with wickedness is who to trust. Can trust none of the CEO that got their 3.7 trillion dollar cash bail out from the democrats. They took their money and are hiding in bunkers. From New Zealand to Germany to some place in Argentina. Waiting for the all clear sign. What is the sign? Well, it is when either the Clintons or someone blows up the federal courthouse in New York city. Realities change. The proper question is will they destroy all of New York city. Just like the Montauk project predicts or just the building? Per the bible, all the rich people are sad to see it go. However, it represents a transition from earth. To when God hears the horrifying evidence against the rich. On all their crimes on sex, cannibalism, murder, etc that Epstein and crew did. Is that what starts or transforms some people into zombies? Kind of hard to eat your spouse if you have a mask on. Run woman, run.

Can not trust the government. According to the internet site, Deagle. Which is a combination of all the US government data bases? Both the CIA, Army, and social security is expecting to eliminate 229 million US citizens.

Are they all Christians? Or anti vaccination people? Or crazy or and here is the scary part about. Anderson time institute of satellite dragging formula and the slowing of light. Are they the people predicted to give problems to the new tracker program? You know the one the Democrats paid Microsoft to build for 100 billion dollars? With the patent number 666.

The mystery seems even deeper when you realize what the satellite drag did to reality. And how far back in time it has been happening. The Black Knight satellite was here a lot longer than anything mankind has thrown up. Into space in a decaying orbit. That decays at a gravitational rate. That in a few hundred years means satellites will litter the earth with broken debris of space parts. What satellited drag do? It allowed reality in certain time frames to occur faster. So that computers could watch realities happen. You think Escape from New York City is not a reality show? Or The Children of Men in 2007 when reality sterilizes humanity is not real? Think. Think people.

The mystery is like watching the HBO Westworld. It allowed for certain earths to pass more slowly. By slowing down light into the earth. Say what? Imagine everything is light. Everything is a film. Now imagine a machine slowing that film down. So that certain realities could happen faster. And the slower film could watch and gather the information on what to expect.

Now imagine doing this for something like billions upon a trillion realities. The problem is God. He does not like it as the director of his film to have his pre ordained reality changed or messed with.

Who would do such a thing? Evil. Those that benefited by stealing ideas. And thoughts. And books and realities from those people that would have done them in their own realities.

Why? Greed. Power. The 1000s of CEOs that got paid from the Democratic bailout of the corporations. Those in movie industry that had sex with tiny kids. Why? To fight God. That is the whole idea behind the mark of the beast. To fight God.

Why? If you read into the RNA vaccination the code being put into your body changes you into a hybrid of something. So? Christians to Greeks though shall eat nothing with blood. The common misconception that God DNA is pure, and that a polluted body could not go into heaven.

Sounds evil. It is evil. Once you realize the changes in the bible. That Mandela effected people have been talking about Zachariah to Zechariah. Say what? You wonder why people will wear masks when a virus goes right through the cloth? You wonder why there is no biohazardous waste baskets or gloves for people to wear?

Teh virus released attacks on the lungs like the common cold. It is a primer. It is why everyone is rubbing everything down with H2O2. And cleaning everything. Why should the government pay to kill or transform you if they can make you pay for it yourself?

So the government, CEOs of corporations, and Microsoft patent mark of the beast. What else is the evil to fight?

Read the bible. I expect the mask are there for when the vaccine or whatever happens. The hybrids start or transforms some people into zombies. Kind of hard to eat your spouse if you have a mask on. Run woman, run.

So into this final unknown worlds. Where there are Gods, demons in human flesh called CEOs. Governments trying to save themselves. Vaccinations that will turn you into monsters. What else can we throw into this mix or build up? I suppose if they sterilize humanity, the human soul and whatever a soul is worth or spirituality is worth.

So what are the future key events to look forward to? There are 12 full moons and two super moons this 2012. What? Oh, I forgot. Look up Ethiopian calendar. It is the only true calendar in all realities, in these realities with the correct date. 2020 is 2012 in reality. So full moons, the end of 2012, God is coming. Oh, and expectation of zombies.

Is there some plan? Read the bible. Believe in Jesus, Christ. Repent. So good. Be good. Stop evil. Sounds reasonable.

However greed, and reality are here. And zombies are off in either another reality or this writer’s insanity. Which is it?

Well, you can read the patent by Microsoft. You can read the democrats plan to track humanity using Microsoft. You can see or talk to your Australian friends. Are they okay or did they all get rounded up and put in the ovens already?

Surely you jest. This is all some horrible mistake. Sure, sure. I suppose I am coming into a story plot line with too many things attacking. But wait, there is more. Why is the government fighting God? It is the mistaken belief that given in a book called Belief and Time. The book states that just because everything is similar and perceptions are similar. That those with souls could be happy breaking the movie script of God.

Say what? Read Psalms 2. Kings and rulers break the yoke or bond of God. This whole concept of end times is because of someone with enough money and power to go about time travel. Changing reality and because they see things happen, believe they are real. And they were real. The reality existed. I know this is not my reality. I also know if I did this to myself, I am so screwed.

So is there an alternative plan? Nope, be good. So good. If you fight evil, they win for a time and lose at the end. Should we fight evil? I suppose the answer is yes. Pray for their souls. Pray that they stop being evil. Pray they realize what profits a man if he gains a world and loses his soul. This world is just a film or light version of reality, not the real ending of time.

What should you expect? Maybe I should throw in an alien invasion if zombies is not enough. There is always project blue moon. If someone wants to neck or chew on you, maybe sex is not a pleasant option at this point in life. Pu4dhqw3 wuppli3w? Well, I am not sure if that will help.

Maybe there is help we could call for? Like maybe the President? If you pay attention, the vaccine is being purchased by him through Microsoft. Billions and millions moved from WHO to Microsoft. So putting your trust in someone that might be a jew is not such a marvellous idea. Why? He might be the seventh trumpet. So? He blows his horn for seven years in some realities bibles. And? Well, look to your Simpson cartoons. Someone kills him in some realities. In others, the bible says a fallen angel takes possession. Maybe and in yet others there is the possibility that the mark of the beast saves his life and he forces everything both great and small to be marked. It is a military weapon, sort of like being something like making people into super soldiers. Oh, I forgot to say. Read the bible. The mark of the beast is like being a stud. Scorpions can bite you for three months without you feeling the pain. Also, it gives your sexuality to the corporate powers. So if you want a kid, let alone are you their batteries. You will have to pay to reproduce.

Have I built up enough suspense yet? Reality these days. What are you going to do? Believe in Jesus, repent. Or go down to a reality of hell or burn in someone else’s dreadful dream.

I suppose someone could storm the castle. In yet, I have not found that hero. Why am I not that hero? I am me. I was something else once upon a time. Not this time around. God is all there is left to hope for.

What is an oddity is God has already written the final battle? What? Time travel, my friends. The person who starts the time travel was in a closed time curved loop of time. Whosoever is above you, has control over the end of your time.

Pretty good if this was a Halloween story and not an authentic life, I would have expected an Oscar for this horror drama. Oh, Welcome to the end of 2012. The beginning is just little ways up ahead. After all Acts in the bible speaks of blood moon which might happen in May 2021 or 2035. Depending on what cycle of reality you are in the closed time curved loop reality show. Smile.

During my universities days I use to huant a used book store. The books there were magical. Like secret objects. Why? This bookstore cared one of a kind books. If some author who had never been heard of got tired and self published and it was worth anything. You could find a used book of there in the shelves. The problem there was no rhyme or reason for the arrangment of the books. The gentleman that owned the store was an oddity. Between him and the clock shop next door. I figured the public universities owed these graduates something better. Never the less I was there every other Saturday to purchase three or four books at half the price.

Pretty good for a college student working, attenting class full time, and well doing other things to read at least an extra book or three a week. Needless to say the used bookstore and clock shop went out of business when I was not around. Why? I figured over a five year stay at the university I probably purchased at least ten thousand dollars worth of used books. Why? Some of what was in those books held information that no one in their right mind would believe let alone claim to own a complete collection of orginal works of. Any ways after some years some of the those books started to disappear. I thought that was strange. So I kept a list. And then the list would change. I know it sounds like dementia and at first I thought so too. So I got checked out. Nope. So I started to journal my book collection. Why? Some of the more abnormal ideological books had gone missing. Like? The universe is a play. The sun is the projector. Energy is light. Making all of us everything material that is roughly a hologram. I supposed in summarization of what I remember of it.

Well, one day there was a knock on at the door. I opened it and there was a red suitcase. No note. I naturally looked around no one was there. I brought it in. Was about to call the police for a lost and found item. When the latch opened and a book fell out with a note.

The note was interesting. I knew the person that wrote it. We had bumped into each other many times at the book store. The content of the letter was mysterious. That the person remembered my name was an honor. Why? I had heard that he had won some physic or math life time achievement award through the universities alumni letter. That the letter was disturbing a bit.

In it he apologies for obstructing my reality. I thought for a moment. I do or did not recollect any such thing. So I read on. Well. The mystery got deeper. In the letter he claims that I or someone in a parallel reality had once upon a time owned the book. And that he had stolen it. Since he mentioned the book I owned it. The book was a live. You ask how so? It was sort of like a kindle. What ever thought or suggestion you had on your mind it would view or make it into a story. I went back to the letter. His explanation seemed clear that at one point in some reality or another I had purchased the book and mistakenly asked for his help on seeing what it was made out.

The letter went on to say that some how by viewing the book he had removed my memory of this and had taken the book.

Well. So much for friendship I suppose. The tale end of the letter explained that he was dead if I got the book and that I should always keep it in the red lether suitcase to ensure reality as he said it was not to much disturbed by other peoples thoughts if I read it around them.

So I picked up the book. It was something. I thought about the time he mentioned in his letter about why I would ask someone to look at it? The story it told me shocked me to the core of my soul. Let alone had I had the book. I had used it in a manner not so nice. How so? I was curious I had asked it how and who were the prior owners of the book.

The story was, is, and will be wild to let you know. From Walt Disney to one of his cartoonist who stole, to some wizard in 1700s, to a shape shifter, to a well a pirate, to a Talon, to the original owner of the book appeared to be well at least the page that did all this. God.

Sounds strange I know. However, when I asked and how it appeared to happen is what freaks me out the most. Why? It was not just reading the words. It was seeing through the eyes of those desiring those things that caused the most vivid dreams.

Like? Image you are a pirate that some how got caught in the whirlpool that circles the globe. And whie in the whirlpool the reason why it exists and continues to swirl is those caught in it are. Are for a better plumber explaination drained from one world to another world until what ever it is you are on spits you out in a completely different time and reality. Wild? Now imaging you are reading this and some how being able to interact with the person? Meaning? If you read something and say why is this this. The book would literally explain it to you in a detail you could understand. I asked to see what I had written in it and was disturbed. I changed it. How? It is a book and if I wanted to be evil in some reality I had no desire to be evil in this one. So I changed it. That is when things really got distrubing in reality.

Why? You have heard of the Mandela effect? Well, imagine ifyou will a parallel reality. Now imagine 10,000 parallel realities. Now imagine 1 billion times that 10,000 parallel realities. Now image if someone went back and changed history. Instead of people wanting to be greedy over a piece of paper printed out of a hoax bank. They want lima beans. Or someone that tripped over a banana pell never did and became someone else outside of the high school joke.

The example of changes were numerous. Why? Simply because this one page was from God’s library or his personal book of life. Imagine all stories being corrected. Now the transformation occurred however not in the way one would have expected. Meaning? I desired that wrongs be made right. It was a simple form of justice.

The issue? The book took another approach of instead of ripping a reality to shreads. It took peoples minds from one reality to well. To their own realities. Why? Remember I said what i had seen was something evil? Well. It really had not been me. It had had been a fragment of me of a different time and place or space.

The desire for a material world to exist without the end of the bible. So imagine a billion fragments of a soul spread across time and space. Each soul was suppose to meet Mr or Mrs. Right or gone to this or that party or knew this person or did this.

I just wished that the right stories would match up. That single wish became what the Mandela effect is today. And the book in the red suitcase? The secret of the book is it is going back to its rightful owner. The Vatican? No. They have for what ever purpose the book of the Dragon. The page I have is going home.