Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy. Richard Francis Burton

I was in a quandary. Stuck, I had gotten stuck. Sure, I am cute and fluffy and get stuck all the time. Probably all those cookies. The problem this time? What to do? I did not like the idea of ending up at the end of the time of tribulation on the naughty list. Especially when I had heard what happened to all those golems or soulless people I had lived with assuming they were real for all that time. Hell, was for me an actual place. I really did not want to go back there.

Sure people will laugh saying I am not soulless. And I will just point out if my first 45 years of my life were not a dream and I am a live at present and this is the bible rewinding life to the specific point for my soul to meet up with my body. Then you either have been dead a very long time and are nothing more than a shell or a ghost and I am living this out because of a curse I put on someone I follow and watch and wonder about these days.

The question is, am I telling you the truth? That my reality there were 8.5 billion people on April or May 2016? That South America was directly below North America? And if that is truthful, why am I allowed to write this here? Simple you are a past. A dead past from what I can gather. The rules of the dead are simple. They have to respond to certain things, and they do here. Meaning? This is a replay of life. Say what? A closed time curved loop of reality. To be more specific time wise, you died some 4.5 billion years ago if my reality ever really existed.

Does life matter? Sure I can push things into reality here. I have already done a few things. Sad. The people I influenced on my world seem scared of me for a reason. And now, here? The carrot or the stick does not seem to bother them much. I think zombies do not care that I tell them about the stick. BE good. They still misbehave. DO good. They still do not. There is some sort of dead spell on them and they cannot change their ways. It is awful to see. Rant to them. Believe in Jesus. Repent. They seem to think it is a joke or worse; they are witches that forget what I am talking about.

The key events coming I think is wild. The 14 new moons this year of 2020, or is it really 2012? Depends, I suppose. Represent a drastic crossroads for souls in the time of tribulation. The Ethiopian calendar September 8 through 17th was the ending of 2012. While for those on a more Christian calendar December 21st through 28th. Depending on a calculation by some nut or someone writing about astrology or what not.

Do I care? Sure, same with the next blood moon. Will it happen May 20 or through 26ths of 2021? Or in 2035? I have seen all those dates at either during my reality travels. I think what gets me most? Is the uncertainty of judgment.

I mean, I used to believe I lived on a unique reality. I made a difference in that reality. Now? I question whether I ever lived there. What did I actually do? I wrote poorly there too? Yes, I did, and I wrote with more purpose, I suppose. I mean poetry.com 1000 plus poems gone. Cosmofunnel 1000 writings censored. Maybe I am not to talk to the dead? That part is hard for me. Repent. Love God. Believe. For if you are not seeing what I am seeing and I am living the time of tribulation, then you are already dead and might have gone without me. I suppose that is possible. I was not after all that much of a writer. Sure, I knew people. And some knew of me. After all, I did some rather interesting work once upon a time.

Now? What to do? Plan the end of the world?  Surely there is something that can save humanity? God can. Yes, he can. God is the great computer programmer of all this matrix/holographic reality.  You jest?

I fought that idea the longest.  I physically punched a few things because well if they move them over the night or shift them over a reality changeI should be able to put a hole in them. Well I can not. Then I read Secret of Light and realized that all of this like the movie Matrix etc is all is an allusion. Christ even says this life is an illusion and I jsut did not understand that until realizing that light is everything.

Everything? Matter is nothing more than stabilized light. Surely you jest?  Plants the basic life form that provides life, oxygen, etc eats light via chloroplast, which is in turn eaten by everything else that lives. Meaning we are all light stabilized. Sadness, is it not? To realize you are an avatar in a reality game and? Well, I have made it almost to level 50 but I am dead broke in hiding in a third world country talking to Marxist about their ideology at times.  Sounds like a poorly rated drama story when I add I am missing a foot, and my vision comes and goes with the reality of time, I suppose.

Surely, if we are all avatars, we should play a better game. Who in their right mind would want to play boring me?  Pirate? Sure, I can write about pirating. But real pirate? Nope. Writer? Sure I can write however my spelling is that of my world not here and spell check and I are best of friends however I still say dilemna not dilemma these days.

What about my nemesis that I watch? Seems like they just keep on getting richer and more powerful, so I am no longer sure on that topic either. Thus a pirate writer one footed one eyed expat in Bolivia trying to convince people to BE good. Do good. And all he can do? This year? Not much. Life has been a bit locked down.

Online? Oh, I write. I listen. I wrote four small novelties about time. Not good, not bad. Just not interesting, I suppose. I wrote close to 300 blogs. I seldom see people reading. In August, I saw some of the most wonderful people start to turn sad. So I got the idea to interview them and that was well for a time. Until people and animals that I enjoyed or loved seem to die and I lost track of people for a time. I suppose 2020 or 2012, whichever it is, has that way on people’s mind. And if you are Mandela Effect affected as I? You wonder in the mind for a time.

That gets me back to being stuck. Surely this day or deja vu should stop soon and that is just the question on my mind?  Does that mean an ending of this game or just some type of leveling up to the next level of the game?  I have so many witch associates and I worry about them.  They all seem to be hurt by something deep within and were searching for their own power or way to make reality fear them.  Maybe that is just an ending of a sad story. There are sad stories through out life. I wonder what my story will be?

To be stuck in time watching the end of time of tribulation and to say hey you know be good. Do good. Is not a crime.