Of the deep blue, sea, our dreams become boundless, and our souls set free. reflecting on the waters of the sea..Whatever your race is, Whatever your faith is, It is the same color we bleed, So may grace be your harbor, and humility your true north, let faith be your anchor and make love your home port
Title: A journal in time By: Clinton R. Siegle page 2
Chapter 1 Beginning
Life is not what I expected life to be like. I was a variable or a person who lived outside
the system of life. I lived on an edge that few people believe. Do an internet search on Clinton R.
Siegle or type in the name in LinkedIn. A wild tale of a Montanan traveling the United States
ending up in Bolivia. Where Butch Cassidy died along with Che. Sort of an example of legends
to live or die up to. The current setting for me. La Paz Bolivia a cafe close to the embassy. I am
people watching. Why? You will have to read far into this tale to find out. Needless to say I the
excitement of the day walked by. I got up and followed. I wanted to see where these strangers
go. Why? Again, farther into this story I will explain. Needless to say, the person I followed
ducked into a construction site. I had not noticed it there before. When or what happened to the
home that was there? That question happened a lot these days. My first journals were all about
the details changing. Details? Brands, history, people’s names, locations, and colors. All
changing. Say what? Let me begin with where I remember for living for 45 years. According to a
poem by me which is censored here. I wrote the poem detailing life on earth. Where? When I
searched the Internet. The results showed that earth was on the Sagittarius outer arm of a galaxy
377,000 in diameters. No known black holes. The year 2016 plus or minus and time reference
point 4.5 billion years into a future that no longer exists. Why 4.5 billion years? My poem I
wrote about how weird life was about to get. Earth was to step outside the galaxy for a bit. That
bit correlated with 1500 year destruction cycles one reads about in history. Say what? The last
time earth stepped outside its galaxy borders. There was a drought so bad in 400 to 600 AD that
half of China ate the other half. People forget those tales. If one is a religious person.
The other time Planet X visited earth. Another drought noted in the Bible and Torah
when Joseph saved Egypt. Where Egypt gained enough gold to still make it one of the largest
gold deposit holders in this time, too. The other notable time? Noah’s flood. Again Torah and
Bible statement when North America Yellowstone blew. When North America attached toTitle: A journal in time By: Clinton R. Siegle page 3
Russia. The water coming from the heat of beaver dams wiped out the valley of the
Mediterranean. Where life was easy and good. The visiting red dwarf star along with Planet X
was close. Anyway, back to 4.5 billion years. There I wrote that earth math showed earth would
run into the next galaxy in 365,000 years. While here? 4.5 billion years. So this is a time traveler
journal. Let me make this clear. The mystery is why and how and well. A tale to read while
wandering in the night streets. A reason you look at the strangers seated in cafes trying to figure
out who or what is going on?
So time travelers journal? Why are you writing it this way? I suppose the last 10 journals
I wrote did not meet with anyone’s expectations? I mean what is at stake in a journal, a tale, a
mystery of time after all? Time? How can you say you are 4.5 billion years old? I have been
reading your journal “A wondering mind through the multiverse” since 2017 and well. It is
noteworthy. What are you trying to say? I suppose I watch the time of tribulation with
speculation. Speculation? Time of Tribulation? Where? Why? That is the ending of the story. I
am at the beginning. Let me begin with where I was at.
On May 18, 2016 plus or minus 4.5 billion years into a future I lived on a parallel earth. I
wrote poetry. Short pirate stories read by a lot of people at one time. There I can say I read on
www.deagel.com that earth had 8.5 billion people. The United States 365 million citizens and 29
million illegals. Say what? Are you trying to say you have seen the rapture? Yes, and no.
The new world I awoke on May 19, 2016 was so close to mine. If I had not been vision
impaired, I would have not noticed the dramatic change in colors in my room. Needless to say,
quality had change. It was a better world than mine. In what ways? At first I did not realize the
dramatic lose in population. Which at that time was 2.5 billion people. Say what? When I looked
I was on an earth with 6 billion people. What I noticed was the colors were more real. Like
stepping from an old color television into a modern color TV. That first day I noticed all the
public transportation was much newer. My world we were using late 1990 vans and cars. In thisTitle: A journal in time By: Clinton R. Siegle page 4
reality? Everything was close to 2013 or newer. Much to my surprise. Where did all this extra
money come from? Meaning the improvement was dramatic. I investigated. I did a lot of
research from Internet to books.
What I discovered was a change in empathy and how life went in those different worlds.
Meaning? My world in 1967 Roe versus Wade occurred. From that date on to 2016. I knew from
radio and political ads that 40 million people were gone due to abortion in my United States.
Here this reality today: Roe versus Wad occurs in 1973. Since that date the United States has
aborted double the United States citizens. What am I saying? That the rapture is man made via
policy changes made to ensure certain populations. Come now, the Bible is not the government.
No. But time travel and stories seem to be a truth. The rapture invented by Darby in the 1840s.
Why or how? I speculate on that. Needless to say, I had found 40 million US citizens. In that
these realities abort double the babies than in my reality. Still, that does not explain billion or
billions. No. Yet, when I searched. I found China actually enforces the one child policy and
forces abortions since 1973. So this story is about time travel, rapture, and?
My journal is about my reaction to how life changed. Along with how I have changed
since discovering these realities. I worried that I was missing people; you see. My Facebook
network seemed to be f with profiles that were no longer used. Were they aborted? Did they not
survive what ever brought me to this reality in time? If this is not an odd enough question. Think
how people that knew me must have felt when I wrote them about these ideas and changes.
My journal at that time recorded how the earth geographical land masses moved. South
America moved for 80 some days going east south. From where South America in my memory
for 45 years was. To which is where South America is now below North America plus 2400
miles east south of that location. Meaning? Santiago Chile I was to book a flight there to San
Francisco, it was an 11 hour flight. Now? 25 or 27 hours depending on the airline. That is only
your memory playing tricks on you. Sure, sure. What about Japan being off the coast of China,Title: A journal in time By: Clinton R. Siegle page 5
not Korea? Or New Zealand one island above not below Australia? Or that Mongolia never was
part of China? I could go on. I do in some journals for some 100s of examples of changes of
things, locations, and realities of things.
So the reality? At first I thought I was in parallel realities. I was on the Sagittarius arm for
80 or more days. Then that changed too. I went to Pegasus for a time. Now. I suppose I should
say that on earth. Wild. Why? The luck there I saw was beyond crazy. I wrote long examples of
kids kicking soccer balls into the same two foot area 11 times in a roll. The speed was faster,
meaning the bus reaching locations that took 20 minutes in half the time. From there I noted
earth went to Orion arm, then Orion spur, and now Orion nebula column. To be billions of years
old, watching planetary hoops each night if that is not enough of a story for you to read the rest.
Well. I can point out I am partially blind, one footed, and was a noted poet at one time. So let me
say this journal is to investigate for me along the way what has happened to my journals online
in every way. From journals. That were online poetry sites, to social platforms, to hard hand-
written copies. The hard choices I have had to make. Along with what is my goal in this journal?
To change your mind. To change humanities ending, I suppose. What will happen? For those
Ray Bradbury fans, this is where the story gets good. For those that have read this far? Meah.
Keep on the journal gets better. For those forced to read this because of some time traveling
study course.
Thanks for purchasing the book I suppose. Come along with me for a tale of no return at
looking at the reality around you in any normal sense of the way. The same way.
What is the dangers of this though or ideology? My doppelganger wife sent me to 15 or
17 doctors after I told her what I was seeing. You might start praying to God. The idea that
magical portals do exist and if you are not willing to go. Sometimes you might end up pushed
into a new reality.Title: A journal in time By: Clinton R. Siegle page 6
This journal is to give hope to those people fearing the Mandela Effect. To realize that
they are not alone. That the television Lost had more meaning than one would expect.
This journal is to investigate what I have learned over the years. To think about reality
and the significance of what I am trying to communicate.
The obvious issues? I am a partially blind, one-footed insane guy living in La Paz,
Bolivia. This whole book might be fiction or nonfiction to him. Reality might change? Your
concept of a story might improve something today. While destroy an ideology tomorrow?
Investigate a journal entry from the beginning of a journal no longer available online.
Hard copy.
Last of the ten general report Enclosure details of plan longevity according to the Internet earth
6.5 billion old from Talon 123 last of the legion.
Classified Supreme Generals Claw Expeditionary Force Officer Messenger Staff, G-7
16 June 2016 earth date6.5 billion years old Expeditionary Force number 123.
Subject: Plans of German timeline discovered on internet. Source: Link now defunct recollection
information the time wars went badly. Agent Talon 123. This agent is regarded as reliable and
has worked for in the past three operations on project avoid Heaven. He was in close contact
with General Slevin General Miller, and General Flashman. During the following three
campaigns his performance was celebrated for 365 years prior to the Reich fall on Ali mania.
1. A principal messenger sent into the future to detect the break down of the system of things has
occurred. What exactly? Prior to the astounding rediscovery of Talon 123 memory contact with
program code name Alice. Detail meeting occurred Oct 24 through November 7. At which point
Talon 123 was forced to give up project end game.Title: A journal in time By: Clinton R. Siegle page 7
2. Talon 123 states that all efforts need to fall back to grid provide via General Slevin in prior
reality report. Blow the know of time has to be done to save what little is left of this reality in
time.
3. Blow reality to be watched by Talon 123. End game scenario to be played out 123 has already
lost in the past. This game has no benefit in time. Talon 123 recommends pull out of those able
to leave immediately. The end of this timeline is approaching.
Remember, I am writing this journal. In an attempt to show my investigation of my time
travelers through the universe. What are the final ideological questions to question before I
continue? Besides telling you that the rapture is man made, along with government policies?
That your concept of your world or plural worlds system of things needs to change for humanity
to survive. Or? Humanity dies. That seems like a lot of work for a fiction or non fictional book to
cover. So let me begin again. Starting with what I have discovered. Along with my time as a
pushed time traveler into the reality in which I find myself today.
There once was a dragon which lived in a cave. Actually, a shape shifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem, of course, was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. She was only over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard, you would know. As for her large cave, it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem, of course, is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels, diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used bookstore and being well drank rum until drunk rum from Chuma rum by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of “Dragon” Ender, the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon.
So on this fateful day, Ender braved the isle of the dragon. What did he find? A lizard. She was cute. And she could change the like stories into a beautiful lady. The problem was, she was a pixie dragon. A snap dragon. Meaning? She was like the size of a doll. Lovely never the less. She was deeply sad. Evidently the legend of dragons etc. Had left her without a friend or any company for some time. Ender the pirate recently planning on becoming a cook promoted to captain of the Black Skimmer. Devised a plan. He parleyed with the pixie named Liz short for Lizard evidently. Ender called her Bonita. Which cheered her up immediately. Why?
If you knew who or whom Ender or Clint or Clinton or Claw or Talon used to play with, you would realize that he had style. A charm. A way to be who he was letting other be whom they were and well live happily content knowing that each other existed not for a solo purpose of usage. But as a friend. Ender had a dangerous habit. He was a friend. To even the soulless. Which made him something of a person to hang around when drinking, and you want to confess something dark and stupid. Because as a friend, unless you were hurting someone. The past was the past. And his ears had heard so much he worried about reality.
That day Liz confessed why her parents had abandoned her. She was too small. Her father, a dragon of some princely realm, had drank a shrinking potion. Where exactly? Evidently upon hearing the tale it was in Wonderland. Then getting drunk with the Mad Hatter had an affair with a fairy snap dragon. And the thus she was. Small. Ender thinking told Liz a story. To Liz: Which she listened too:
Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land, a sort of between Oz and Katmandu, however, on the Chinese side, not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean.
Few people realize that in England with the assumption that Alice was English that small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to many places in the world and elsewhere.
Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book about a place that great uncle Burton talked about during the night tea.
Uncle Burton talked about how h and a madman that made hats for a living once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught.
The hat maker in one of uncle Burton’s they gave many tales the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his proper name but that how as a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey.
There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen yes,? The map that could take people’s cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyans.
Just where had the map come from? Who knows, however, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyans had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela.
One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tells tales, and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some chief official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, with a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go.
Ender after telling her that story. He had found that map in a bookstore a long time ago. And knew of a potion that would make her big again if she would join the crew. She agreed. Ender however told the tale of how he had joined Pal de Rio in a time different that time: In memory of pirates.. here and there.. On 13 February 1963 Paul del Rio at 19 was the leader of a Venezuelan revolutionary group of the Armed Forces of National Liberation that seized the Venezuelan cargo ship Anzoategui in the Caribbean, to overthrow the president Romulo Betancourt. Involving 25 men we hauled the ship off to Brazilian coast evading both the Venezuelan Navy and the U.S. Navy. That in a library which had kept the diaries of Richard Francis Burton in the maps of where they were going.
Ender drank some more rum giving Liz some to.. Soon, the whole crew Claw, Squirrel, and Raccoon joined in singing with Liz the lizard dragon about their coming adventures.
Somehow all made it aboard the Black Skimmer. With a two extra crew members. A dragon title given a lizard. And a duck.. Now the duck story is told those that remember Ender’s begging of mutiny and why no ducks were aboard the Black Skimmer.. But evidently Ender either had not relived that part of his life or he was in a forgiving mood.
A note in Ender’s journal sword is never enough - the mind is a weapon but like the sword it must be honed and kept sharp— echoes the darkness... as the duck takes the black skimmer closer into nothingness...
So off they went to sail to Wonderland via Never Neverland. So a Shadow boy approaches.
There once was a dragon which lived in a cave. Actually, a shape shifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem, of course, was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. She was only over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard, you would know. As for her large cave, it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem, of course, is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels, diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used bookstore and being well drank rum until drunk rum from Chuma rum by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of “Dragon” Ender, the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon.
So on this fateful day, Ender braved the isle of the dragon. What did he find? A lizard. She was cute. And she could change the like stories into a beautiful lady. The problem was, she was a pixie dragon. A snap dragon. Meaning? She was like the size of a doll. Lovely never the less. She was deeply sad. Evidently the legend of dragons etc. Had left her without a friend or any company for some time. Ender the pirate recently planning on becoming a cook promoted to captain of the Black Skimmer. Devised a plan. He parleyed with the pixie named Liz short for Lizard evidently. Ender called her Bonita. Which cheered her up immediately. Why?
If you knew who or whom Ender or Clint or Clinton or Claw or Talon used to play with, you would realize that he had style. A charm. A way to be who he was letting other be whom they were and well live happily content knowing that each other existed not for a solo purpose of usage. But as a friend. Ender had a dangerous habit. He was a friend. To even the soulless. Which made him something of a person to hang around when drinking, and you want to confess something dark and stupid. Because as a friend, unless you were hurting someone. The past was the past. And his ears had heard so much he worried about reality.
That day Liz confessed why her parents had abandoned her. She was too small. Her father, a dragon of some princely realm, had drank a shrinking potion. Where exactly? Evidently upon hearing the tale it was in Wonderland. Then getting drunk with the Mad Hatter had an affair with a fairy snap dragon. And the thus she was. Small. Ender thinking told Liz a story. To Liz: Which she listened too:
Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land, a sort of between Oz and Katmandu, however, on the Chinese side, not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean.
Few people realize that in England with the assumption that Alice was English that small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to many places in the world and elsewhere.
Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book about a place that great uncle Burton talked about during the night tea.
Uncle Burton talked about how h and a madman that made hats for a living once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught.
The hat maker in one of uncle Burton’s they gave many tales the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his proper name but that how as a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey.
There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen yes,? The map that could take people’s cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyans.
Just where had the map come from? Who knows, however, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyans had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela.
One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tells tales, and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some chief official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, with a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go.
Ender after telling her that story. He had found that map in a bookstore a long time ago. And knew of a potion that would make her big again if she would join the crew. She agreed. Ender however told the tale of how he had joined Pal de Rio in a time different that time: In memory of pirates.. here and there.. On 13 February 1963 Paul del Rio at 19 was the leader of a Venezuelan revolutionary group of the Armed Forces of National Liberation that seized the Venezuelan cargo ship Anzoategui in the Caribbean, to overthrow the president Romulo Betancourt. Involving 25 men we hauled the ship off to Brazilian coast evading both the Venezuelan Navy and the U.S. Navy. That in a library which had kept the diaries of Richard Francis Burton in the maps of where they were going.
Ender drank some more rum giving Liz some to.. Soon, the whole crew Claw, Squirrel, and Raccoon joined in singing with Liz the lizard dragon about their coming adventures.
Somehow all made it aboard the Black Skimmer. With a two extra crew members. A dragon title given a lizard. And a duck.. Now the duck story is told those that remember Ender’s begging of mutiny and why no ducks were aboard the Black Skimmer.. But evidently Ender either had not relived that part of his life or he was in a forgiving mood.
A note in Ender’s journal sword is never enough - the mind is a weapon but like the sword it must be honed and kept sharp— echoes the darkness... as the duck takes the black skimmer closer into nothingness...
So off they went to sail to Wonderland via Never Neverland. So a Shadow boy approaches.
morals on this earth are loose. that clones are everywhere and no one says hey you two are twins and they say no.. So I watched. Whomever is better on chins, and boobs here but they ducked up the eyes. In my world I stared into people eyes. It helped me think that they had souls. Here I did that to two blonde girls. Now I know I have freaked out a bit, however don't do it. Middle of staring here her eye popped to the center. I had a left eye staring at me and a right eye and all of sudden her eye stares right at her nose. you ever want to freak out and you are not sure what to say or do. that was me today.
also I did not feel that same soul in her eye. I do not think that twins or clones or several people here have souls. I think they might just be alive awaiting something.
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H7N9 declared ‘one of the most lethal’ flu viruses ever: spreads beyond China mainland -1st case reported in Taiwan.
April 24, 2013 – CHINA
A new bird flu strain that has killed 22 people in China is “one of the most lethal” of its kind and transmits more easily to humans than another strain that has killed hundreds since 2003, a World Health Organization (WHO) expert said on Wednesday. The H7N9 flu has infected 108 people in China since it was first detected in March, according to the Geneva-based WHO. Although it is not clear exactly how people are being infected, experts say they see no evidence so far of the most worrisome scenario – sustained transmission between people. An international team of scientists led by the WHO and the Chinese government conducted a five-day investigation in China, but said they were no closer to determining whether the virus might become transmissible between people. “The situation remains complex and difficult and evolving,” said Keiji Fukuda, the WHO’s assistant director-general for health security. “When we look at influenza viruses, this is an unusually dangerous virus for humans,” he said at a briefing. Another bird flu strain – H5N1 – has killed 30 of the 45 people it infected in China between 2003 and 2013, and although the H7N9 strain in the current outbreak has a lower fatality rate to date, Fukuda said: “This is definitely one of the most lethal influenza viruses that we’ve seen so far.” Scientists who have analyzed genetic sequence data from samples from three H7N9 victims say the strain is a so-called “triple reassortant” virus with a mixture of genes from three other flu strains found in birds in Asia. Recent pandemic viruses, including the H1N1 “swine flu” of 2009/2010, have been mixtures of mammal and bird flu – hybrids that are more likely to be milder because mammalian flu tends to make people less severely ill than bird flu. Pure bird flu strains, such as the new H7N9 strain and the H5N1 flu, which has killed about 371 of 622 the people it has infected since 2003, are generally more deadly for people. The team of experts, who began their investigation in China last week, said one problem in tracking H7N9 is the absence of visible illness in poultry. Fukuda stressed that the team is still at the beginning of its investigation, and said that “we may just be seeing the most serious infections” at this point. Based on the evidence, “this virus is more easily transmissible from poultry to humans than H5N1,” he said. Besides the initial cases of H7N9 in and around Shanghai, others have been detected in Beijing and five provinces. On Wednesday, Taiwan’s Health Department said a businessman had contracted H7N9 while travelling in China and was in a serious condition in hospital. Samples from chickens, ducks and pigeons from poultry markets have tested positive for H7N9, but those from migratory birds have not, suggesting that “the likely source of infection is poultry,” said Nancy Cox, director of the influenza division at the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. John Oxford, a flu virologist at Queen Mary University of London, said the emergence of human H7N9 infections – a completely new strain in people – was “very, very unsettling. This virus seems to have been quietly spreading in chickens without anyone knowing about it,” he told Reuters in London. Flu experts say it is likely that more cases of human infection with H7N9 flu will emerge in the coming weeks and months, at least until the source of infection has been completely confirmed and effectively controlled. Anne Kelso, the Melbourne-based director of the WHO Collaborating Centre for Reference and Research on Influenza said there has been a “dramatic slowdown of cases” in the commercial capital of Shanghai, which has recorded most of the deaths, something she described as “encouraging.” –Yahoo News