Oh, I have stories of people that seem to no longer exist..
Did they exist? or are they elsewhere? or dead since that is what clsoed tiem curved loop reality means. they never existed in this reality just in another dream? that is a problem for me of the mirror realities. Some of those mirror reality golems seemed to have a better character than I did. and I wonder. at times.
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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.
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The mystery was how did a closed time curved loop traveler make it back to the past? Did he volunteer
for the trip or was he pushed? That suspenseful discussion with another person who remembers reality
a bit differently. From the discussion the mysterious answer was I would not have signed up for this if I
had known I would have had to live through hell to get here. Both the people nodded. Their lives were
unnoticed, not cared for and the most horrifying part if one looked reality seemed to push them towards
failure time and time again. Just when victory was near, something awful would happen like this was
some cruel joke. Maybe that is what life was supposed to be? There had been talking at a coffee table
for over an hour. I had overheard their beginning conversation and not being from this reality either,
just listened to what had happened in their latest adventure.
The one had been on an earth on the far side of the Milky Way. Population 12 billion when something
went wrong with the ocean. CO2 gas erupted overnight and killed a rather enormous part of the planet.
The other said she thought she died when something big hit the planet. What had happened was asked?
She sat there a moment and said whatever had hit the planet caused all buildings to fall down. Every
single one of them around the world. How did she survive? Again her reply I doubt I did.
At this point, I intruded. Excuse me. I could not help but overhear. I to am not from around here. They
waited a moment before both nodded, and I sat down. They made introductions. Their planets were
similar in yet their stories were different. What was your last memory before this?
I inform them I had died in 2013 and was considered a miracle to both family and friends on my world
in yet I knew something. I had checked my Facebook log. I had noted George MacDonald Fraser name
had changed to McDonald in 2014. So I might have died a lot longer before then. The mystery of the
Mandela effect. A common conversation are we alive or dead? Are our souls searching for our bodies
for the last day of judgment? Or is this purgatory? If purgatory why or what are we supposed to be
learning? The discussion devolved into maybe we were neither good nor bad and God spewed us out as
like lukewarm soup.
Then one mentioned a change he had seen in the Montauk project. One of the original narrators had
become a Mormon and accordingly made the whole religion up just like Islam. This was something
new. Why on earth would they do that? Per the discussion of some kings, whether Nixon, Carter, Ford,
Reagan, or Bush had decided after watching some history channel to control the destiny of the United
States by removing souls from heaven. I had heard of the soul removal but creating a fake religion let
alone two I was kind of taken back. Why?
And it was time for us to go. We promised to meet again. Yet, we knew that was a lie. Each soul would
go there on a separate path. I asked if I could get the video and gave my email. I never received the
video. I wonder while I wander the galaxies if this whole extended trip is towards heaven or hell? If to
heaven I suppose I asked God a lot, why did he make me thus. If towards heaven I am unsure I can stay
there long. I suppose that is the suspense to time-space travelers stuck in a closed time curved loop,
unsure really who or what happened.
A week later at the same shop I bumped into the man. I said hello. He looked at me and said excuse
me? I said sure we had that discussion here last week. He smiled. I was not here last week. I was in
Brazil. And with that, he left.
Life is a mystery to those traveling through time. I suspect I messed up some place. I went right instead
of left. Or did some horrible thing. I can not think of what. No. That is not true. Jesus Christ warned, us
don’t think about another man’s wife. Don’t be angry with another man for that is like murder, that
dreams or thoughts are like the actual crimes. To possibly spewed from God’s mouth as a lukewarm
person for thoughts is awkward. In yet, I know if I am not dead and have to go through this life once
more, what do I gain?
To realize that this is the past in a closed time curved reality loop and almost everyone here is in
purgatory because they are awaiting the day of judgment is suspenseful I suppose.
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I suppose time changes reality for some. When you look at mountains and hills and see tree rings instead of just rocks you wonder at times. I mean I know I am a bit weird. Try to find someone to talk to online these days about ideology. Or spirituality? Or life experience and most likely you will be alone.
In my mind I must stay. For all of this is an illusion of the day. The backward movement of the film called life. The real question is any of this real? The book written by Martin Heidegger (1889-1976) was the most important and influential philosopher in the continental tradition in the 20th century.Being and Time, first published in 1927, was his magnum opus.The idea because a soul saw something made that reality well real.
That reality placed me among the soulless for 40 plus years. The more I re-read ideas and quotes and photos I shared the more I realize I have been lost a lot longer than I expected. After all I ate Big Macs under the MacDonald's sign not McDonald's.
The quest then for me is to figure out do I matter? I suppose I must to some extent. However, watching the end of time on this timeline is awkward. To realize Joe Biden and democrats cause world war III is a bit much for me. I think that is why I have stopped watching much of reality and focused elsewhere. Such? I did a interviews for a time. Then October 27 my attempt to share all the interviews for Halloween was stopped cold by censorship. I am not sure why. I write what I want and my reports of reality are what I see. Most people realize I do not lie. I might write a fantasy story. But I do not lie. That I see an ending of sorts is kind of wild.
That God's statements you have to give up everything to enter the kingdom of heaven is a bit wilder these days for me.
That I live among the soulless still is even worse. To think I hated people that sole purpose in life from Montauk Project process was to cause me pain and they did it very well is wild. That I am no longer allowed vengence is not even sad. It is kind of poetic justice of a sorts I guess.
That the law of attraction will bring me to an end of sorts makes me wonder. Am I dreaming this? Or since this is a backwards pass in a closed time curved loop reality has this ending always been this way and there was no way out for me ever? That ever part is what concerns me.
If I am to play by the rules because the bible says play by the rules but the rules are according to Montauk project set up for a catch 22 so that the game of life continues for multiple of times. Does what I do really matter? Meaning? If I am forgiven and have grace I can do anything. In yet I am told to be GOOD. Sure I try. I also wonder about this. A fixed game is not fair. Life is not fair. That much I understand. However, I do not recall this part of my life. Sure I have been stuck for the past 4 or 5 days in a loop. Meaning the same stories show up on yahoo etc and if this was reality I would say maybe they just do not have anything else to report. In yet I can tell I am reliving part of a life over and over again for a purpose. That purpose? I have no idea. If I did or if I am suppose to learn something outside of dispise certain parts of reality I am not sure what to say.
Maybe, deja vu is to say learn this one more time. In yet? I read the little I was interested in and said meah. Why would I care? I am not who I was. And the people that read me do not fix things anymore. Sure I could fix this in my reality. An email to a person here a comment to a person there.
But here I am in the land of the dead. For if I lived on Sagittarius and this is a closed time curved loop you all have been dead billions of years and nothing I rant about seems to sink in whats so ever. Maybe that is the lesson. Ranting has no place in heaven. And hell? Ranting got me farther than many a soulless person I suppose. I am after all according to the internet these days and position of the next glaxy something like 4.5 billion years old. In yet?
If closed time curved loop reality is real all of this is happening within the last 10 minutes of my death. And when did I actually die? Meaning I have lived an interesting life. Weeks in hospitals, months in two hospice stays, a year or so blind, bloody eyes, bloody body parts, a face smashed in. It all brings to question in my mind exactly when did I become what ever this experience is?
It is not my experience. I am pretty sure I did not volunteer for this. The experience makes me question however the concept and why would they do this or that.
I am sure they have their math formulas for taking certain actions. It is after all a matrix we live in. A holographic representation of life. Or the film of life. I argued this for the longest time saying bull shit. I have or had black and blue marks from me hitting pieces of reality that had moved. I had a few fingernails left behind scratching paint trying to figure out if the little people had gotten up in the middle of the night to paint something blue from red or orange to yellow. They had not and | looked foolish but I was and am still learning my place in this system of things I suppose.
That the narrowing of the time of tribulation is happening. To some the end is near. However, now that the galaxy has 70 billion year old stars the question is how long has this been going on ? In a moment of time if closed time curved loop reality is all this is. However, the grand master coder or story teller is here and I wonder.Did I fail yet again?
To be fragmented into a billion billion bilion parts and sstriped of ones soul To live among the soulless people for 45 years or billions of years from here. The question is am I nuts or am I just telling you what I see? To think that is some reality elizabeth Beth Harmon was real. To realize that this is just a fraction of a reailty that once upon a time Germany won world I and II? To realize that the Communist took Poland in 1930s and dominated the world in 1937. To realize Drake's multiverse calculation and wonder about the time wars which I have read. Some say you dream or imagine. It was an end. I would have preferred Constanapole 534 AD when Christainty won the world in the second or Roman in the first era of humanity. Which will be the worlds I will see? December 21 through 26? Or my fourth blood moon May 20 through 26 2021 or 2035 which is real or reality to me?
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Lost? Sure I have been lost. Just going down the street turning around and poof. I have a completely new reality in front of me. They call it Mandela effect. I call it closed time curved loop time travel backwards in time. Locals call me nuts at times. Telling me the mountain did not move. For them sure. For me? Nope, it sure has moved. Same with South America, Seattle, Washington, Japan, New Zealand. Lost? I use to be able to walk a city and go to a specific place after seeing it once.
So? You are a small town boy. Who lived in Sunnyvale then Goleta, California. Columbus, Ohio, Bismarck North Dakota, Austin Texas, Denver, Colorado, Orlando, Florida, Salt Lake City and many more. That is just to name a few places I could easily find a good cafe or bookstore at. I knew places and people and locations. Now?
Now. I rise the public transportation with a mind of adventure. I mean traveling time one never knows when a cafe will be opened closed or disappear from one reality to the next. I think that was the funny part about talking to Louis before he passed away. He scared me. Old English teacher here in La Paz, Bolivia. He was traveling too. And what he told was funny. I mean to me it is. To you? Nothing new. I mean you are stuck here and I? Tomorrow will be lost someplace else. Do I care?
Awe. Carrying. I think the most awkward part of time travel. It is not a single person I know in my household can tell me a specific story we had together. That if you would have lived with me on my world you would have known.
That and cheese. I think who ever freezes your cheese at night might not know what cheese tasted like. Maybe it is the Matrix effect everything tastes like chicken.
Lost? I will tell you one of the better lost stories.
Sept 2016 Wild. I am not sure if I am going crazy or if the time has changed. Or seasons. I remember winter in Bolivia and this.. This is not the weather I remember. Being blind for a year and half, maybe I am just more crazy than I think I am. Some things have changed so dramatically. I wonder a lot these days. I think I should not have read that book. To realize this now is a bit too late. Everything seems the same in yet. I can not put my finger on what has changed. The people? Yes, their personalities in yet. I get to go outside tomorrow can’t wait.
In the early morning walking outside for the first time since my eyes went blood red. And I saw galaxies swirling in my eyes all in blood for sometime. Leaving the doorway, I almost faint. My mountain is gone. I am not sure what to do? How can I misplace an entire mountain in my memory? I ask a simple question where is it? The reply rather floors me. My pronoun-cation of the mountain and their reply to the word is totally different.
What has happened? The mystery deepens when I realize a whole side of the mountain I live on has slated down by an additional degree or so. And either someone in one year has decided to paint every single house in the neighborhood or I am no longer where I was at.
I ask about a friend. I try to explain what I am seeing. He laughs, and that is that nothing. I insist. Some months and several realities later, I finally force the issue and have him drive me to my mountain. The google says 3 hours 15 minutes. Wild. We are driving on paved roads. How can this be? I knew the road was dirt. When did they pave it I ask? I don’t recall the answer.
Four hours into the drive I think my friend is getting nervous. Why? The mountain has moved. And google maps either is crazy or has no concept of how fast a crazy driver of Bolivia can drive. He sped up when I mention that I thought the mountain was on the left side of the road when we crossed the bridge and now it is on the right side? Right? He concurs and starts more quizzing me on a story I had about something else.
Five hours into the trip and either 80 kilometers on a paved road has no concept of distance and speed or we are lost. Can not be lost the navigator screen keeps on showing a path. In yet? We were going rather fast. He was or is a policeman so he can skip the speed limit and I am sure we should have been there in an hour.
We finally reach a small town at the supposedly base of the mountain. Only now it is on the other side of a mountain. Makes no sense. According to the store owner where I purchase some snacks we passed it and the mountain is just down the road a few kilometers. Since when did Bolivia use Kilometers? This is South America and under the guidance of the United States used miles.
Freaking out my driver and I go back the way we come. Some how missing the road to the mountain. I ask to stop. We both get out and look back. There is the mountain. Wild. Where was it when we went up the road?
Well, I guess I won’t get to stand on the mountain. And the next day there is a party and I try to discuss our trip to the mountain. My friend is weird ed out dramatically. Seems I have taken his soul to another world. Meaning? He is a bit peeved because a certain location within La Paz has changed. I did not tell him everyone he knew also had different stories and a different reality. Why freak him out more than what was happening to him?
I think the key to the event was the realization. I shall not be able to get on the right path to the mountain.
Or riding a bus looking at a very lovely lady. Then almost having a heart attack because when you look back she has aged to like being 60 or 70 year of age.
Or Challenges? Yes. I have had them. Like? I was preparing to take a math class spring of 1989 my junior year. I wanted to get 9 credits to start off college. I had already made plans. When suddenly I found my mother deciding for me to go on Close Up trip to Washington D.C,. I was not really happy with this idea. The group going were the upper class of juniors. I personally wanted to do something else.
I did not get involved with most of the auctions to raise money. Why? I was not invited. Time to go I owed more money than what I thought the trip was worth. I asked to not go. No. I must go. It was to be an experience.
I gave up on my college classes at Dull Knife and went the spring of 1989 to Washington. There the Chinese ambassador and I got into an argument over a question. Let me be blunt. I said China would invade Taiwan if the US was not supporting Taiwan. You might wonder why this was important? If you are Mandela effected some of you will remember that tank guy got ran over in your realities. While in my reality tank guy lived and served 10 years in some form of prison camp. I did not hear much about him after his arrest or if he lived after the arrest.
What am I trying to say? Time traveler exist for a purpose to remind humanity to change their ways and be kind. Is that all the story?
I could talk about arguments with Ron Marlone the US congressman on insurance and sports. Or a dream? Or the time I slipped away from the guided tour of the White House went to the side panel staircase. It was by Lincoln bedroom. The door clicks inward. Taking the star case down four floors to the cafeteria ran almost all by African Americans. I got a free lunch there. Why? I forget to be honest. Anyways I went out from there tand saw Ted Kennedy get off one of those little train like vehicles. He was with another senator I do not recall his name and a few other people.
Then I found someone. Who? Let me be honest this is that haziness of a dream state kicks in. He looked almost like me. I sort of followed him down the left tunnel.
Why? I was a junior in high school. I did not party, I was not anybody and well I just wanted to see where a person so similar to me could end up in Washington D.C.
He was greeted and joined another group of people most in military uniforms. And they ended up at a steel spiraling staircase.
The staircase could only take one person at a time and they meaning five of them went up each over there time. Now this is why I say this is a dream. Because if it was not the whole story does not make sense to me anymore. I saw them go up and well if I saw them. They could see me. The underground there is dark but the lighting was not that bad.
Having gone this far I figured why not. I climbed up the stairs and entered into a closed area in front of a door. I pushed and the door opened.
There were the five and a whole lot more people sitting around in a circle. There I could see through glass that some how I was now in a room in the Library of congress. I had entered no one seemed to care and well I went and sat down.
Now, what was said? Let me say it was a story hour. Meaning? I had never heard of Robert Francis Burton until 2017. In yet, if there were ever a group of people like him. This was it. The stories were wild and crazy as far as I could tell.
Each person would or seemed to get up and tell a story as long or bigger than the last one. From doing strange things to seeing things.
They went around the room. Front sits first than the second row in which I was seated. I felt like I had no problem being here. I mean I knew tall tales too.
The man prior to me told an extraordinary tale. About World War I and reality changes he remembered one way versus. Well let me be honest the way I remember history.
Now, he stopped and they waited. For a moment I did not know what to do. I mean sort of like party crashing the first time with people you do not know.
Then someone that I later met in 2000 at the Columbus, Ohio military parade asked me to tell a story.
So since the gentleman told a World War I story. I followed up with story told to me by my great cousin's friend who was a junk-man. At the end I sat down. Thinking I had told it rather well and no one seemed even phased. That some teenager was sitting with military and politicians tell a story.
Then the next person began his story. This happened again each person telling a story. What made this so unreal is what I had learned in history class versus the exploits or the narratives were. Each person telling the story seemed rather unreal.
There were eleven men in that room and they told stories until after 10 PM. I had left the tour a little before 11 AM. Why this sems like so much of a dream is I do not recall eating or drinking. When my turn came around again I told them a personal story that I remembered as a kid of seven being involved with. Dealing with cloning. I mean if they can say Hitler's eyes were brown not blue or that Bob Crane died in 1977 not 1978 or 79? And they knew who his killer was. What matter if I told the story?
However, after telling them this story I was in for a bit of a surprise. Evidently cloning was not a topic for the group. Again a future general I would meet later in life asked who I was and what I was doing there. I admitted I was a lost high school student just listening to some of the funnest stories I had ever heard.
This did not go over so well. The guy that looked sort of like me said no problem to the group and promised to take care of things. That was around 10ish. He got me out of there and into the underground subway. Some how he knew my hotel for I had not a clue where Close Up was staying and got me to my stop three blocks away. This was 89 when Washington DC was the murder capital of the world. He asked if I was scared. I kind of laughed. You see. I told him one last story. That I came from the murder capital of the world. Math wise. He laughed and we parted ways. Now a days I wonder about that dream
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Adversity is something these days. To think of those affected by the Mandela effect and realize that time travelers live among the dead these days is awful. What do I mean? Simple. Mongolia was never a part of China in my reality. The sun was yellow, not bright white like a light bulb shining in a mirror on a dead reality. Adversity for those traveling time is time, and anything dealing with history or science to be specific.
What do I mean? Simple, my reality for 45 years Sagittarius was where I lived. The earth was 6.5 billion years old per the internet. Adolf Hitler’s eyes were brown, not blue. The factual facts evidence of Shakespeare was non-existent. So we spent our time discussing the possibility that an ambassador from Italy wrote Romeo and Juliet, not that Shakespeares father was a glove maker. What did a writer gain from a father whose profession was to make gloves? Were all his poems his or did a group of poets write them. The facts of time traveling back are adversity because one finds facts unknown in my reality and the question is, are they factual? Adversity for me started in 2013. I think facts changed. I remember getting out of hospice and seeing one day JC Penney and asked what was going on. The doppelganger of my wife got really mad and took me away immediately. And I forgot for a time to care.
What gets me even more? When did MacDonald’s which stood for the Big Mac turn to McDonalds and what is their signature sandwich? Adversity? Facts are an adversity for me at present. South America right now should be called South East America, not South America on the continent, having moved 2400 miles east of the location I knew as where South America was for 45 years in my reality.
Adversity? I look at facts I knew and now make little sense. Like Civil war? How many people dead during the Civil war? Abe Lincoln he was a senator in my reality. And now? Only a representative. What changed? Time travel is the explanation. Who did this and why?
Who knows? Montauk Project is one of seven projects. Pegasus the CIA program watching on television? Or the other five programs? Which one did this, and why? Sort of like the year 2012. No one pass that year without meeting the programmer of the matrix called life. Meaning? 2020? Or is this really 2012? Adversity is the opportunity to look at reality and strive to find something that matches what is being seen or going on.
Adversity to look at the bible and realize that changed or changes there too has made reality a question of my mind. The most common? The Lion will lie down with the lamb. Now the Montauk wolves will enter heaven for what purpose outside of their assassination goal. Did that goal work? For a time. I suppose.
But somewhere along my venture through space and time I ran into John von Neumann’s last paper, which hides in Princeton. He lived until May 1957 in that timeline and wrote his final paper, which states a certainty in math: which is? That which God or the Matrix decrees will happen. Or there is no such thing as chaos. That does not sound right to me. I have had adversity since 1973, or is it 1965 if you use the Ethiopian calendar the only calendar to be in used for 2700 years straight?
What is adversity then? For those with souls, the story in the bible goes that a third of heaven was stolen nowadays and was spread out among the mirror realities. And they placed the extra soulless or golems in specific conflict with said souls to cause them not to get into heaven. Adversity they say? If you ever torture a golem enough to make them talk one would realize how soulless they really are. Do not believe me. Read the Jewish lore these days that talks about their torturing poor golems.
What about the rest or the Mandela Effected people? The United States government and CIA owe them more money than they can afford to pay. If Donald Trump was the seventh trumpet in the bible’s book, that would mean 3.5 years will be up soon. And? Means that Revelation 6 plague, famine and a third of the world destroyed by nuclear war within the next 3.5 years will be something to see. Come now, you are lying or jesting? Humanity will see, won’t it? The UFO invasion in reality this time around will be heaven coming down to earth? The vaccination with Microsoft 20000060606 patent server cryptocurrency a server mind making people into a Borg that can with stand scorpions stings for three months?
An ending of sorts, I suppose? In yet if this is truly a closed time curved loop reality and Belief and Time philosophy that if I have seen that reality that reality existed means that reality existed for a time or sped up so fast that a billion years is like a day to a person here. Would mean my adversity is still forthcoming and this? All of this is holographic dream or mirror reality in which if I do not wake up in what I have seen dies faster than the second of reality spun up so fast it was billions of years in the making for nothing.
The adversity is, do I really want to remember this reality? I doubt it. You people were not very nice to me, after all.
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Imagination? In a closed time curved loop reality there are a few possibilities of how a soul might travel. Either the soul must leave the body or reality must pass through the body are two extreme examples. Meaning? All this. This reality could be nothing more than a horrible dream of mine while I am plugged into some machine. Or my soul is cut out of my body and holding pattern in the universe while galaxy filter through the area every so often interacting with my soul. Since I am talking billions of years the later is more likely than the former. A spirit locked into a position in the universe while galaxies pass through playing a life of almost a parallel reality for the memory to hold on to. Creating a reality. What is the difference between a dead film memory and reality? A memory seems never to have the same personalities of souls telling the same stories. It is one of the most freaky positions to be in when a personality in a body you know tells you a story and you knew the background of the story. However here for some reason something else happened.
It makes for anyone to be a personal friend or in any relationship an oddity for going to bed with mild manner person and waking up with Frankenstein is more than a little wild. The question is does my soul ever find my body? According to the bible on the day of judgment yes. Personally having my life stolen and this bizarre trip does not make me feel comfortable with that outcome. The number of priest, pastors, rabbis, and mothers meaning I talk about this to them and they all say I should just shut up or I am evil and don't talk about it. Makes me unsure as to my outcome. Is there a God? Yes. Do I believe in him? Yes. Is that enough? He sent his son and who ever believe in him should be saved. Yet the number of people calling me evil hs increased so this dream whether a nightmare or not is awkward.
To change and not realize hey the mountain is in a different place. Or when did Hitler get blue eyes? When did I get blue eyes? When did Israel not have to build a temple for God to come? Requires a lot of change and decisions to be made. To just give up on history, geography, personal stories is like saying your life did not matter. That is the mystery of the trip. Did my life matter at all? Does my soul have a chance? If a body and soul are not the same thing since I am not in my body anymore what is it? Am I an evil spirit awaiting seven more spirits? That is awkward to consider. The next big events are already taking place wars rumors of wars, the mark of the beast. The final event God's heaven coming. Should I be concerned or since I have not been in charge of anything in reality for some time now. Should I even care?
To care? That is just the question in a closed time curved loop backward pass the time-space traveler can interact with the past and cause changes to that past reality. That is awkward to be sitting in a past reality according to the Internet a few billions years in a past that was never in my reality. To care for people that made their choices already. To tell them to stop being evil. To change their ways. This is their chance to stop being evil. Change the future by repenting and moving forward with a different reality. That my fellow travelers are a bit awkward is a truth beyond pale. Witches, wizards, a couple of people that confessions are more demented than anyone realizes. To try to say hey. Repent. The time of tribulation is at hand. The mark of the beast being part of the Microsoft corporation patient office just makes everything so evil you have to ask what to do? I already accepted I am not going to survive and changing the time of tribulation requires planets to repent and change their ways from evil to good. Is that even possible? Possible? Is this reality or some bad pizza dream? Repent? I hope I can do that right this time-space when the end happens. The sadness is the mystery is already known. Instead of changing humanities ways news is pushing murdering the elderly. Accepting killing babies that are outside of the mother. And killing those in hospitals calling the cause the common Wuhan cold virus instead of helping people in hospitals. Microsoft beast chip is not even in humans yet and they have forgotten their humanity and are being lead by people to their extinction to becoming robots. The death of humanity was not something I wanted to see on this trip. I think someone must have sold me on a vacation with all the benefits and none of the oh watch that last step. The pathway to hell seems open and no one seems to be carrying anymore. Just now for a few more key events and either this reality dies horribly or if everyone repents maybe heaven on earth? What would I want? To be honest I think I have dreamed a long time and am worried I might have went left instead of right or failed someplace along the line. There is a God and his story and games are nothing to play.
God? My first few journals were all about searching for God and strange items I found along the way from colored alligators, to extinct birds on my reality to DNA changes of noted histrical figures. The list went on for 300 or more pages in at least one journal. However, God is someone I keep on seeking however not the way I use to. Pray? Yes. Realize he is busy doing playing his game? Yes. Does that mean there is something I can do? Pray. Believe in Jesus Christ. Hope for the best outcome or a chance to be forgiven. Sounds horrible. Realization God has been patient with me for billions of years is awkward in yet a truth. Beyond praying? Hope that someone from a dead film past changes their ways or their history from being evil and becoming a robotic race killing or dooming humanity to one where humanity can or could live along side other species or races. Others? Yes. Angels from heaven. There are worlds where Cain and Able children lived not with Adams kids. Did they get into heaven? I have not seen that story yet. In yet. I have heard of the tale of Babylon going on for millions of years and failing. How so? Humanity becomes like gods not God. That failure is noted by God so even in the bible closed time curved realities happened and God watched the outcome. I wonder what type of betting was done? Pray for your enemies. So I pray. I hope. I try to do good, and stop evil where I can. Is that action enough? I don't know. I know per the computer I am seeing time backward and via earth age I have been stuck for billions of years. Am I insane? I got tested. So clinically depression sure. The shrink said I was living past lives. When I factually provide photos and other items pointing out this is a past. The conversation goes down hill from there. The challenge to change people behavior from greed to love. From being dead without humanity and God to being Christian. How? I have no clue. Writing I had hoped to influence the worlds. In yet, who knows. The challenge to point to God and make sure humanity realizes on the edge of killing humanity humans could walk away from evil. Pray for Bill Gates. Pray that evil plots turn to good. That is the plot twist. To chance change of a past reality to create a new future where nothing but foreseeable death is what happens if the path of the mark of the beast happens. To be able to foretell the future is not so much as looking at the bible and realizing God reads the bible anyway he wants and makes his plans play out exactly the way he wants them to. To become a lost soul writing to the imaginary audience is awkward in yet. When I am finished will I have done something worth while? Let me be honest. I am a failure and I think or believe humanity has already failed. So why change? Because your soul is worth something. Be smart. Do good. Be good. Stop evil. Nothing wrong in that plan. I hope you confront your past and rethink your future. For you are being given a chance.
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The mystery was how did a closed time curved loop traveler make it back to the past? Did he volunteer for the trip or was he pushed? That suspenseful discussion with another person who remembers reality a bit differently. From the discussion the mysterious answer was I would not have signed up for this if I had known I would have had to live through hell to get here. Both the people nodded. Their lives were unnoticed, not cared for and the most horrifying part if one looked reality seemed to push them towards failure time and time again. Just when victory was near, something awful would happen like this was some cruel joke. Maybe that is what life was supposed to be? There had been talking at a coffee table for over an hour. I had overheard their beginning conversation and not being from this reality either, just listened to what had happened in their latest adventure.
The one had been on an earth on the farside of the Milky Way. Population 12 billion when something went wrong with the ocean. CO2 gas erupted overnight and killed a rather enormous part of the planet. The other said she thought she died when something big hit the planet. What had happened was asked? She sat there a moment and said whatever had hit the planet caused all buildings to fall down. Every single one of them around the world. How did she survive? Again her reply I doubt I did.
At this point, I intruded. Excuse me. I could not help but overhear. I to am not from around here. They waited a moment before both nodded, and I sat down. They made introductions. Their planets were similar in yet their stories were different. What was your last memory before this?
I inform them I had died in 2013 and was considered a miracle to both family and friends on my world in yet I knew something. I had checked my Facebook log. I had noted George MacDonald Fraser name had changed to McDonald in 2014. So I might have died a lot longer before then. The mystery of the Mandela effect. A common conversation are we alive or dead? Are our souls searching for our bodies for the last day of judgment? Or is this purgatory? If purgatory why or what are we supposed to be learning? The discussion devolved into maybe we were neither good nor bad and God spewed us out as like lukewarm soup.
Then one mentioned a change he had seen in the Montauk project. One of the original narrators had become a Mormon and accordingly made the whole religion up just like Islam. This was something new. Why on earth would they do that? Per the discussion of some kings, whether Nixon, Carter, Ford, Reagan, or Bush had decided after watching some history channel to control the destiny of the United States by removing souls from heaven. I had heard of the soul removal but creating a fake religion let alone two I was kind of taken back. Why?
And it was time for us to go. We promised to meet again. Yet, we knew that was a lie. Each soul would go there on a separate path. I asked if I could get the video and gave my email. I never received the video. I wonder while I wander the galaxies if this whole extended trip is towards heaven or hell? If to heaven I suppose I asked God a lot, why did he make me thus. If towards heaven I am unsure I can stay there long. I suppose that is the suspense to time-space travelers stuck in a closed time curved loop, unsure really who or what happened.
A week later at the same shop I bumped into the man. I said hello. He looked at me and said excuse me? I said sure we had that discussion here last week. He smiled. I was not here last week. I was in Brazil. And with that, he left.
Life is a mystery to those traveling through time. I suspect I messed up some place. I went right instead of left. Or did some horrible thing. I can not think of what. No. That is not true. Jesus Christ warned, us don’t think about another man's wife. Don’t be angry with another man for that is like murder, that dreams or thoughts are like the actual crimes. To possibly spewed from God's mouth as a lukewarm person for thoughts is awkward. In yet, I know if I am not dead and have to go through this life once more, what do I gain?
To realize that this is the past in a closed time curved reality loop and almost everyone here is in purgatory because they are awaiting the day of judgment is suspenseful I suppose.
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eternity is a lot longer than one would expect
closed time curved loop reality travelers frozen in time
reality is nothing more than a projector or sun playing one more time
eternity be kind, do good, be good, stop evil one more time
time is close at hand, change be kind
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Secrets if I had to tell one secret of time?
eternity is a lot longer than one would expect
closed time curved loop reality travelers frozen in time
reality is nothing more than a projector or sun playing one more time
eternity be kind, do good, be good, stop evil one more time
time is close at hand, change be kind
Secrets of a man traveling time
Lost? Sure I have been lost. Just going down the street turning around and poof. I have a completely new reality in front of me. They call it Mandela effect. I call it closed time curved loop time travel backwards in time. Locals call me nuts at times. Telling me the mountain did not move. For them sure. For me? Nope, it sure has moved. Same with South America, Seattle, Washington, Japan, New Zealand. Lost? I use to be able to walk a city and go to a specific place after seeing it once.
So? You are a small town boy. Who lived in Sunnyvale then Goleta, California. Columbus, Ohio, Bismarck North Dakota, Austin Texas, Denver, Colorado, Orlando, Florida, Salt Lake City and many more. That is just to name a few places I could easily find a good cafe or bookstore at. I knew places and people and locations. Now?
Now. I rise the public transportation with a mind of adventure. I mean traveling time one never knows when a cafe will be opened closed or disappear from one reality to the next. I think that was the funny part about talking to Louis before he passed away. He scared me. Old English teacher here in La Paz, Bolivia. He was traveling too. And what he told was funny. I mean to me it is. To you? Nothing new. I mean you are stuck here and I? Tomorrow will be lost someplace else. Do I care?
Awe. Carrying. I think the most awkward part of time travel. It is not a single person I know in my household can tell me a specific story we had together. That if you would have lived with me on my world you would have known.
That and cheese. I think who ever freezes your cheese at night might not know what cheese tasted like. Maybe it is the Matrix effect everything tastes like chicken.
Lost? I will tell you one of the better lost stories.
Sept 2016 Wild. I am not sure if I am going crazy or if the time has changed. Or seasons. I remember winter in Bolivia and this.. This is not the weather I remember. Being blind for a year and half, maybe I am just more crazy than I think I am. Some things have changed so dramatically. I wonder a lot these days. I think I should not have read that book. To realize this now is a bit too late. Everything seems the same in yet. I can not put my finger on what has changed. The people? Yes, their personalities in yet. I get to go outside tomorrow can’t wait.
In the early morning walking outside for the first time since my eyes went blood red. And I saw galaxies swirling in my eyes all in blood for sometime. Leaving the doorway, I almost faint. My mountain is gone. I am not sure what to do? How can I misplace an entire mountain in my memory? I ask a simple question where is it? The reply rather floors me. My pronoun-cation of the mountain and their reply to the word is totally different.
What has happened? The mystery deepens when I realize a whole side of the mountain I live on has slated down by an additional degree or so. And either someone in one year has decided to paint every single house in the neighborhood or I am no longer where I was at.
I ask about a friend. I try to explain what I am seeing. He laughs, and that is that nothing. I insist. Some months and several realities later, I finally force the issue and have him drive me to my mountain. The google says 3 hours 15 minutes. Wild. We are driving on paved roads. How can this be? I knew the road was dirt. When did they pave it I ask? I don’t recall the answer.
Four hours into the drive I think my friend is getting nervous. Why? The mountain has moved. And google maps either is crazy or has no concept of how fast a crazy driver of Bolivia can drive. He sped up when I mention that I thought the mountain was on the left side of the road when we crossed the bridge and now it is on the right side? Right? He concurs and starts more quizzing me on a story I had about something else.
Five hours into the trip and either 80 kilometers on a paved road has no concept of distance and speed or we are lost. Can not be lost the navigator screen keeps on showing a path. In yet? We were going rather fast. He was or is a policeman so he can skip the speed limit and I am sure we should have been there in an hour.
We finally reach a small town at the supposedly base of the mountain. Only now it is on the other side of a mountain. Makes no sense. According to the store owner where I purchase some snacks we passed it and the mountain is just down the road a few kilometers. Since when did Bolivia use Kilometers? This is South America and under the guidance of the United States used miles.
Freaking out my driver and I go back the way we come. Some how missing the road to the mountain. I ask to stop. We both get out and look back. There is the mountain. Wild. Where was it when we went up the road?
Well, I guess I won’t get to stand on the mountain. And the next day there is a party and I try to discuss our trip to the mountain. My friend is weird ed out dramatically. Seems I have taken his soul to another world. Meaning? He is a bit peeved because a certain location within La Paz has changed. I did not tell him everyone he knew also had different stories and a different reality. Why freak him out more than what was happening to him?
I think the key to the event was the realization. I shall not be able to get on the right path to the mountain.
Or riding a bus looking at a very lovely lady. Then almost having a heart attack because when you look back she has aged to like being 60 or 70 year of age.
Or Challenges? Yes. I have had them. Like? I was preparing to take a math class spring of 1989 my junior year. I wanted to get 9 credits to start off college. I had already made plans. When suddenly I found my mother deciding for me to go on Close Up trip to Washington D.C,. I was not really happy with this idea. The group going were the upper class of juniors. I personally wanted to do something else.
I did not get involved with most of the auctions to raise money. Why? I was not invited. Time to go I owed more money than what I thought the trip was worth. I asked to not go. No. I must go. It was to be an experience.
I gave up on my college classes at Dull Knife and went the spring of 1989 to Washington. There the Chinese ambassador and I got into an argument over a question. Let me be blunt. I said China would invade Taiwan if the US was not supporting Taiwan. You might wonder why this was important? If you are Mandela effected some of you will remember that tank guy got ran over in your realities. While in my reality tank guy lived and served 10 years in some form of prison camp. I did not hear much about him after his arrest or if he lived after the arrest.
What am I trying to say? Time traveler exist for a purpose to remind humanity to change their ways and be kind. Is that all the story?
I could talk about arguments with Ron Marlone the US congressman on insurance and sports. Or a dream? Or the time I slipped away from the guided tour of the White House went to the side panel staircase. It was by Lincoln bedroom. The door clicks inward. Taking the star case down four floors to the cafeteria ran almost all by African Americans. I got a free lunch there. Why? I forget to be honest. Anyways I went out from there tand saw Ted Kennedy get off one of those little train like vehicles. He was with another senator I do not recall his name and a few other people.
Then I found someone. Who? Let me be honest this is that haziness of a dream state kicks in. He looked almost like me. I sort of followed him down the left tunnel.
Why? I was a junior in high school. I did not party, I was not anybody and well I just wanted to see where a person so similar to me could end up in Washington D.C.
He was greeted and joined another group of people most in military uniforms. And they ended up at a steel spiraling staircase.
The staircase could only take one person at a time and they meaning five of them went up each over there time. Now this is why I say this is a dream. Because if it was not the whole story does not make sense to me anymore. I saw them go up and well if I saw them. They could see me. The underground there is dark but the lighting was not that bad.
Having gone this far I figured why not. I climbed up the stairs and entered into a closed area in front of a door. I pushed and the door opened.
There were the five and a whole lot more people sitting around in a circle. There I could see through glass that some how I was now in a room in the Library of congress. I had entered no one seemed to care and well I went and sat down.
Now, what was said? Let me say it was a story hour. Meaning? I had never heard of Robert Francis Burton until 2017. In yet, if there were ever a group of people like him. This was it. The stories were wild and crazy as far as I could tell.
Each person would or seemed to get up and tell a story as long or bigger than the last one. From doing strange things to seeing things.
They went around the room. Front sits first than the second row in which I was seated. I felt like I had no problem being here. I mean I knew tall tales too.
The man prior to me told an extraordinary tale. About World War I and reality changes he remembered one way versus. Well let me be honest the way I remember history.
Now, he stopped and they waited. For a moment I did not know what to do. I mean sort of like party crashing the first time with people you do not know.
Then someone that I later met in 2000 at the Columbus, Ohio military parade asked me to tell a story.
So since the gentleman told a World War I story. I followed up with story told to me by my great cousin's friend who was a junk-man. At the end I sat down. Thinking I had told it rather well and no one seemed even phased. That some teenager was sitting with military and politicians tell a story.
Then the next person began his story. This happened again each person telling a story. What made this so unreal is what I had learned in history class versus the exploits or the narratives were. Each person telling the story seemed rather unreal.
There were eleven men in that room and they told stories until after 10 PM. I had left the tour a little before 11 AM. Why this sems like so much of a dream is I do not recall eating or drinking. When my turn came around again I told them a personal story that I remembered as a kid of seven being involved with. Dealing with cloning. I mean if they can say Hitler's eyes were brown not blue or that Bob Crane died in 1977 not 1978 or 79? And they knew who his killer was. What matter if I told the story?
However, after telling them this story I was in for a bit of a surprise. Evidently cloning was not a topic for the group. Again a future general I would meet later in life asked who I was and what I was doing there. I admitted I was a lost high school student just listening to some of the funnest stories I had ever heard.
This did not go over so well. The guy that looked sort of like me said no problem to the group and promised to take care of things. That was around 10ish. He got me out of there and into the underground subway. Some how he knew my hotel for I had not a clue where Close Up was staying and got me to my stop three blocks away. This was 89 when Washington DC was the murder capital of the world. He asked if I was scared. I kind of laughed. You see. I told him one last story. That I came from the murder capital of the world. Math wise. He laughed and we parted ways. Now a days I wonder about that dream.