“No talking, but action.”

"I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.", should be rendered by standing at attention facing the flag with the right hand over the heart. When not in uniform men should remove any non-religious headdress with their right hand and hold it at the left shoulder, the hand being over the heart. Persons in uniform should remain silent, face the flag, and render the military salute. Members of the Armed Forces not in uniform and veterans may render the military salute in the manner provided for persons in uniform.

If we are falling through a black hole that is closed time curved loop travelers the direction of which the galaxy turns is clockwise at the top.

And of course at the bottom looking up counterclockwise.

If the US government pays painters to paint the picture of the galaxy why are we at the outer edge here in 2017,

while in the center in 2019?

And this is the funny part.  Are we paying aliens for postcard of the galaxy?  And if so are they just coming in from a different direction making the painting or postcards unique and or is a funny game where they say hey earth is there or below it is here?

Or is the joke even worse yet.  The United States Space Force is defending a reality not even there in the above postcard but is defending a reality in the below postcard?

Or are the NASA painters just drunk and get paid large sums of money to make up that we are not all stuck in a jar and stars are nothing more then hole poked in the jar for us to breath?

I mean after all if the heart is not on the left side of the chest why is the hand suppose to be on it during the pledge?

I mean reality changes after all per perceptional view right?

I mean NASA and painters have ethics and those morals mean they would not take money from public funds without a really good reason?

I mean the government did not go back in time and shot Kennedy so he would not come out of NASA in 1964 and declare we had contact with aliens, right?  I mean I remember the governor of Texas wearing a cowboy hat and being shot too, in yet here?

Were there 6 or 4 or 5 in the car which was black, blue, white? How many seats are in the car?

It is not like reality changes?  https://www.facebook.com/clint.flashman/posts/10210135467054879

According to google maps illimani is still 80.7 miles away. so I am not sure. what is wild is sight seeing. you see one world then a few more all with exact same things you start wondering if you are just nuts. then y ou see something this big appear and disappear and realize you are not nuts and this is this is potentially the first day in this world. parallel worlds is truth. that space equals mass and energy equals time is wild I guess I need to dwell on energy how do move it forward and slow it down seen machines doing this. what else to say tonight I wonder about tomorrow. Jah is here also. An ew name for God . i wonder about that. I remember J was not part of the jewish language. 1. is the unverse a pattern yes. 2. is time wild or change a record what to say.

What if I told you the world that you see around you does not exist..." The moment when you are reading a book and the whole world around you does not exist anymore. Books build that place in your imagination.... a book is a magic portal to another dimension. The question is it real. Does it exist. I thought not at age 45 and three months. May 18th was a basic day for a disabled person who had ran away to La Paz Bolivia from the United States. At 9 PM instead of watching the final Grimm program I turned into bed to sleep. Little did I know that would be my last day with my family, my reality and a way of life. At 7 AM I was awoken by a woman who sounded like and looked like my wife. She was in a hurry busily ordering me around to do this and to do that. Now to understand my puzzlement was I already do my own thing. To have my wife come into my room on a day I was suppose to do something was unexpected and a bit wild. Anyway she bossed me upstairs to take a shower. That was odd. I showered downstairs normally and well. I did what I was told because well I really had no idea what else to do. I got out of the shower and noticed that the windows had changed. I went outside and almost fainted for in my normal view I would see a mountain called Illimanti directly south east of where I would come out. That I was missing a mountain was rather disturbing. I followed all the instructions and was quiet. My next huge surprise was how rich this new world was. The cars, vans everything was like 3 years or newer. Coming from a world where they held cars together with chewing gum and string this was an experience.

ah you are alone too.. Blend in when you are a wild flower among the weeds? Shine smile your smile brightens the world around you. Enjoyment of family is fine eventually they pass away, friends move away forget or pass away..... only within yourself can you find truth.. That in the end we are all alone.. For the Atheist food for worms, for the Christian a surprise - Christ after all was a Jew, for the Buddhist a returning cycle where one day you might be at the top of the world only to fail someplace somewhere to begin again as a worm to learn some lesson that cyclic, for the Muslim men bleeding virginity which grows back on a non round world where logic does not apply,I refer to SNL Goat boy think an eternity of this skit - as for me I had a few good friends books that do not change but meaning changes overtime and realization that this to will pass. http://snltranscripts.jt.org/01/01kvalour.phtml What is wild I remember the tale but not seeing what I would remember.

Narrator: Tonight's Tale of Valour is entitled "The Song of Parrish", and it deals with a kingdom under the spell of a horrible monster. Once a year, the people were forced to sacrifice a virgin of fair face and noble temperment to this foul beast. This year,however, was different, for the brave knight, Sir Parrish, had set out to rescue his true love, Maid Gwendolyn.

[ dissolve to the monster Gorkenlot salivating over the fresh, young virgin ]

Gorkenlot: Yes! Yeah!

[ Sir Parrish jumps into the scene ]

Sir Parrish: Unhand her, you foul beast!

Gorkenlot: Who dares challenge Garkenlot?

Sir Parrish: I am Parrish the Lionhearted, true love to the Maid Gwendolyn. [ holds up his mighty sword ] Release her at once, or suffer at the steel of my sword, which has been forged by the fires of Mount Thunder, and bequeathed to me by the -

[ Gorkenlot simply punches Sir Parrish in the face, knocking him to the ground ]

Sir Parrish: Dammit! you're quick for a mosnter.

Gorkenlot: Any last words?

Sir Parrish: I'm sorry I have failed you, Gwendolyn.

Maid Gwendolyn: You have braved, and I will always love thee.

Sir Parrish: Of all the wanton women in the village, you stood above them as the purest.

Gorkenlot: [ sidetracked by this illicit information ] Wait, wait - there's a lot of women in your village.

Sir Parrish: Yes.

Gorkenlot: Maybe we can strike a little bargain here.

Sir Parrish: I might be willing to listen to something.

Gorkenlot: I'll let you live, and you can take the virgin with you. But you have to bring me back a slutty girl.

Sir Parrish: [ confused and outraged ] What?!

Gorkenlot: You know, like a bored housewife who's kind of hot and feels neglected by her husband.

Sir Parrish: But you don't want a virgin?

Gorkenlot: I'll be honest with you, buddy - on paper, a virgin sounds great. But in reality, not that good.

Sir Parrish: But I thought even a monster would dsire someone who was pure.

Gorkenlot: I'm just looking for a woman who knows what she's doing.

Maid Gwendolyn: There's nothing to be prized above purity.

Sir Parrish: I cherish your purity.

Gorkenlot: Yeah. Come talk to me after your wedding night. Tell me how great it was.

Sir Parrish: So you want a slutty girl?

Gorkenlot: Absolutely! Now, come on, let me think.. I like dark hair, what else? I don't want a skinny girl, either. I like a little junk in the trunk!

Sir Parrish: So you want a big girl?

Gorkenlot: No, no, no! I don't want a hog! But, you know, a few extra pounds are okay. Let's face it - bones are for dogs!

Sir Parrish: Okay!

Gorkenlot: Maybe a lady in her 40's, who might be a little more sexually adventurous!

Sir Parrish: So virgins aren't adventurous?

Gorkenlot: Again - talk to me after your wedding night.

Maid Gwendolyn: Listen. I can be adventurous. I-I-I once French-kissed a boy for ten seconds!

Gorkenlot: She's a real hell cat!

Maid Gwendolyn: After we're married, I might leave the lights on while we do it!

Sir Parrish: [ alarmed ] Ouch! I see what you mean.

Gorkenlot: And good luck getting her to go down south!

Sir Parrish: Really?

Gorkenlot: And if you do talk them into it, they think it's a chew toy! Ah!

Sir Parrish: Is that why you let last year's sacrifice go free?

Gorkenlot: No! She was thirteen! I'm a monster, but that's sick!

Sir Parrish: I didn't know it was so tough being a monster.

Gorkenlot: Well, it is! I don't want to be a monster. I don't want to hurt your village. All I've ever wanted.. is to be loved.

Sir Parrish: I think I understand. A witch turned you into a monster, and you have to get a woman to fall in love with you before you can turn back into a prince.

Gorkenlot: Hey, if that'll get a nasty broad up here, sure I'll go with it! So go untie your lady, get out of here!

Maid Gwendolyn: You know, I can be wild - I own a black bra.

Sir Parrish: [ unties Gwendolyn ] Hey, I was thinking.. maybe we should give each other space..

Maid Gwendolyn: [ confused ] What?

Gorkenlot: Hey, hurry back now - with the slutty girl!

Sir Parrish: [ laughing ] I promise, Gorkenlot!

Gorkenlot: Hey! If you're not back by Friday, I'm gonna kill your whole family!

[ dissolve back to Narrator, his nose buried in his book ]

Narrator: And Sir Parrish kept his word, and brought the monster a slutty older woman. She kind of looked like Melanie Griffith with dark hair. And there's pictures in this book of them doing it! But, because this is TV, I can't show them to you. But, take it from me, a conneiseur of porn, they look so great. Daddy like! D-yamn! I gotta show this book to Tracy. [ looks offstage ] Hey, Tracy! Check this out!

[ Tracy Morgan enters stage and looks over Narrator's shoulder at the book ]

Tracy Morgan: Oh, snap! That monster's bonin' that lady! That's hilarious! Now for my for ME.. Who the hell is Tracy Morgan...

When you are reading something about a series you read and you say what the h e double hockey sticks are they talking about in the first 11 books there is so little. Then you realize you are in a different world and have to watch and read the whole freaking series again you know what you will be doing for a month. Some how changing worlds and realities causes a bit more reality problems than I would expect. Yes this is in reference to Wheel of time. Yes I am now a bit more concerned about my soul than I would expect. Let alone has Revelations, hebrew, and a the old testment change but the possiblity of fanasty books causes me to wonder what I am doing and why. Should I lead a contengencies of Mandela effective people in capturing Cern and holding the Dwave computers hostage until they send me back ot my world. Could I hold them off. My representative has received my petition asking that I be sent home and no reply from her. I wonder.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3xUt7ywBhY&feature=youtu.be

https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/journal-6-beginning-yet-again-1044299196069593088