When a class pisses you off. So you write the whole truth and nothing but the truth and see who believes you or not. https://www.futurelearn.com/courses/start-writing-fiction/17/steps/834013 I am a time traveler. I have traveled many worlds in a closed time curved loop. I often write about my experience online to the amusement of reality. I held six clearance in my life and was considered somewhat of a novelty. I am currently doing interviews online with some rather famous people. And have 3 presidential interviews under my belt since August 2020. Beyond that I have heard of several realities dying. And March 28, 2020 I celebrated my 4.5 billionth birthday. My favorite food is space dried potatoes. And I often have been considered crazy by many however I usually can prove what I say. So I have been offered a ride in a UFO via a Frenchman. I have a testimonial written in Italian that can be found online. I am awaiting to see the end of the worlds. Meaning I have lived on several different parallel realities. Oh and I saw John Von Neumann's last paper he wrote in May 1957 right before he died. What else? Fictional I was a superhero? I like drama movies? I do not need to flirt with you, I will seduce you with my awkwardness?
So the fun part about being a time traveler everything you write is considered fiction. However, to my knowledge I was not a superhero. I do not like space dried potatoes. And I most likely will not seduce anyone with my awkwardness. All the rest are facts that can be found in some realities and not in others I suppose. That is the issue with time is it not. Time of a closed time curved loop traveler. I mean who cares if you say the Battle of Hastings happened in 996 when you know it happened in 1006 in some realities and 1066 in other realities? No one believes a word a time traveler says. And thus a whole story book of time travelers memories and no one cares because to them it is all fictional.
During my travelers I have had 11 journals so far about my time as a space time traveler. Not that anyone reads them. My one that has survived the most is on prose. A wondering mind through the multiverse by Clinton R. Siegle. The problem? Evidently the person here was saying he was Clinton Siegle and forgot the R. So I wondered if he did not realize what the R stood for? OR and here it is never used the R in his realities? Meaning? I am Clint Siegle. I am Clinton Siegle. I am Clinton R. Siegle. I remember a heck of a lot of useless facts as a time traveler, the one that bothers me the most? What happened to Sketchers? Or MacDonalds stood for Big Mac and now it is McDonalds? Which means where did the Big Mac come from or was it here first and gone later? These are my issues not yours. You are dead. Reanimated for a day or so for my spirit to go back and face God I suppose. To think I failed yet again. At least there is something else to look forward to.
Useful details of a time traveler? Well? I suppose if I go back to hell I now know Shakespeare's father was a glove maker, that he was buried in a church, was married to Anne Hathaway, nowadays they even know where his house was at and that his great grand kid held the home for two hundreds years after his death. I am not sure what that would do to me. I think they would call me a conspiracy nut. I mean we spent hours discussing in my reality was Shakespeare one person or many? Was he an ambassador to Italy or some famous group of poets? Here all the facts are online and I suppose important to someone. Just not me. Details? I have pages of details. I think the word dilemna is the detail I wonder most about. No no you say it is spelled dilemma and I say for 45 years prior to 4.5 billion years it was spelled dilemna and since my reality died first but that is just it. My reality did not die first it was just sped up. What do I mean? My earth was 6.5 billion years old. My galaxy was 377,000 light years in diameter. Earth population was 8.5 billion on April 19 , 2016 plus 4.5 billion years. So? Well, according to some Nazi book Time and Belief because I saw it made it real.
Yes, reviewing my journals is not fun anymore. Why? Well I remember what I wrote and what I read is not what I wrote. The latest? I purchased a television and was watching it. Big Screen words Daewood right there. Then a few days later Daewoo. What a misspelling no. The freaking box says Daewoo. So? Well, I went back and read one of my many journals and now? Time has changed in the journal. Meaning? It is not my journal anymore. Instead of saying missing 2 billion people in 2016 plus 4.5 billion years it says 1.2 billion. Instead of a galaxy stating 377,000 diameter it says 344,000 diameter. The meaning? Some other poor lost soul wrote that journal and my journal? He or someone else has or had since those worlds are all dead. So? Just means journaling as a time traveler is a lot harder than one would expect. And those few people that read your online rants might think you are nuts or a very good fictional writer. Whichever the case my journals now have items in it that I have no context to say yes or no to at times. Which means I am a lost soul I suppose.
How lost? Well, according to some hell is not that far away. Meaning I am watching the time of tribulation. Mark of the beast and so forth.
Why I write? It is cheaper than a shrink and more useful I suppose. When I first awoke to my dilemna I was a bit more vocal than my writing is. I felt kidnapped. Let's be honest I was kidnapped. I lived in hell and now I was moving backwards in time through a closed time curved loop which I did not know at the time. Meaning? Deja vu. I wrote lots of well I did this again. I think whoever is in front of me is lazy. Well, that company purchased that company for 20 billion dollars less and 9 months later I wonder what the significance is? Why can't I get to watch Resident Evil? The date keeps on getting pushed out. What is the meaning of double stuffed oreos now not existing? If I have a photo of JcPenny store why is that location now JCPenney? What is the meaning of the extra e? Why does your cheese suck? I figured that one out. Took me a while but I figured that one out at least. Why do I say your sun is covered by a mirror weapon platform which is burning the railroad route for Senator Feinstein husbands railroad? Because it is and three fourths of the trees on earth. So? I have no idea. The detail of fiction are lost to me. What was fiction is now real and what was real no longer exists.
My journal is my life experience and whether it is believed or thought of as fiction who cares. What gets me is now I can't even find my references anymore. What do I mean? I mean I wrote them down. I remember them. Now? Some other parallel me wrote down his experiences and they are completely not mine. It is like watching spliced films of say 1 billion yous over 4.5 billion years but you only get 1 sec the first time around and then a day on the way back. And the story makes no sense. What do I mean? Example I got married in Idaho. We honeymooned in Seattle. Seattle in my world was 150 north of its current location and when I got lost on the highway and did not get off at the right exit my wife and I went right into Canada. It was a big deal in my reality because she was not a US citizen. We had to go through customs etc. Now? How does that work Seattle is no where near Canada and that story which I wrote down is in my journal somewhere but when i read the person journal here? He writes interestingly but this is not me and I am not sure where he came from nor where he is going meaning? There are a lot of paths to hell these days and I am not sure where I have been is the worse yet or to expect something much worse?
So there I was a time traveler stuck in some bizarre world where Microsoft patent is 666. Bill Gates states he wants to murder 80 to 90 percent of the world. And when I read books here that were my favorite they screw up the main quotes that make or break the book. How can you screw a quote so badly that I stop liking a book? Bizarre worlds. I should clarify this one is not the worst by far but let's be honest you seem more hostile towards me than I would expect. I mean I am going seduce you with my wit and charm. You know you will finish reading this story just to see if I am crazy or not? Maybe I am and maybe writing a complete life story of a person who has lived 4.5 billion years visited many parallel realities and talked to demons, serial killers, been put in some rather weird government meetings, and basically would have enjoyed being a librarian or and here is the latest change. I wrote I would become a dishwasher instead of what I did. When I went back and read that line? It was changed to janitor? I was a janitor for a time. I did not like it. Thus the irony when I wrote dishwasher. Meaning? I wash plates in these realities and my wife rewashing because what I think is clean is dirty evidently.
What is my character like as a time traveler? Well, I am sort of a bear pirate. I am missing my right ankle from being a zombie for 17 days. And I missing my right foot for being a zombie for 8 days. I am missing my left eye and am going blind. Character? I sort of fear I might be one of those lost pirate teddy bears from Rudolph the red nosed reindeer Island of misfit toys. What do I mean? I am fluffy. I also look like a pirate to some. However character? I am not sure I was noted for being a character I suppose. Not much of a bad one. I mean I was not that much into money. I loved books. I should have stayed in a bookstore. Or maybe the library. One or the other. Awkward being a time traveling pirate teddy bear I suppose. It was not what I had planned to do or be you know. One day I was normal. The next poof you are Mandela affected is that he did not die in the 1990s. What he died in 2013. Sure sure. Whatever it is today, facts show that is the truth. Maybe I am a character in my own novel. Lost teddy pirate on his way home to land of misfit toys there and back again a pirate tale. Sounds kind of exciting. I think I would actually buy that. I wonder if anyone else would? Most likely I am going to be censored and no one will ever read this story anyways. So I will have fun with it.
The time traveler was getting tired. It was after a few billion years of sleep he had caught up on in the past 4 years or so. That the closed time curved loop was ending and that the time of tribulation mark of the beast Revelation 16, Plagues Revelation 6,and other items were on the way just kind of phased the time traveler. The deja vu made him wonder since he was not alone in or on this trip what other people's speculations were? Why they thought one thing and the time travel awkward accounting of time, mirror suns, the discovery of history changes made them sort of lost souls. Maybe that is it after all . Maybe all Mandela effected people are lost misfit toys? It would make sense with the Zachariah changing to Zechariah. Army melting to zombieland here and now. The question made the time traveler realize he needed to get dressed up a bit better. Meaning if he dies in these clothes thinking that zombies are real would he want to be caught dead in a yellow sweatshirt? Sweat versus sweet? You eat sweat treats for Halloween while you sweet beets during the week. He wonders if he is nuts or if the whole rhyming mystery and time was playing a cruel joke on him? After all, why is MacDonald's Big Mac not a Big Mc?
The time traveler looked back at his last attempt to write a journal. It had been read over 3,000 times and 182 thumbs up. He wondered if the thumbs up were all from misfit toys? I mean who else would notice? Who would want to believe that they are just reanimated dead things playing a huge story of God or the matrix if John Von Neumann last paper was correct? Who would want to know that God forsakes whole realities leaving copies of people you loved so close to the one you knew or who is to replace them that if they would not know the story by heart you would not know the difference that hey who the heck are you? What did we do in Seattle if we did not spend 3 hours in costumes getting you back from Canada? To realize that the end of time is the beginning of time is sort of a misnomer I suppose. Imagine getting to heaven and not even knowing anyone. Everyone will have completely different realities and stories and instead of 1 father or mother where Jesus says 100s you realize that all these fathers and mothers not a single one of them might have actually been yours on your reality it is kind of a spooky conclusion. Who wants to know this? Not a teddy pirate that is for sure.
What does a time traveling teddy bear pirate do? That is a great question. At first I was planning on getting even. I said I lived in hell right? Well, hell is a much softer world than here. Meaning? Well my body was pretty broken. My sinus cavity looked like a sponge had been ripped apart. Meaning? Well my skull did not have a bone behind the eye and my cavity of a sinus caused me no end of pain. And the person or should I say people that smashed my sinuses I know and keep dips on to this day. So? Well, fair game. They got away with evil. I at first felt I should have that right too. Don't you know? I mean imagine if you were afraid of someone and knew them enough that you know where they buried the bodies. Now you have a body that you can smash through a wall with if you like and the other main characters in your life haven't a clue that let alone do I recall their evilness I still hate their guts to the very core of reality and back enough to have done something so evil that it might be my fatal flaw. What? Let's be honest, as a pirate most of my friends claimed to be witches. And I am awkward enough to learn that joking around with the eye of neut can cause them to be rather unique situations meaning? Well, spells were not considered real and reading books? What you find there is or were or are secrets that oftentimes a teddy bear pirate should not read.
What is reading? Spelling? What is spellcraft? Let's be honest a misfit teddy bear pirate thought that all reading was something fun. Who would have thought Ron Hubbard's realities were real? Who would have realized that the book of revelations talked about Bill Gates as one of the beasts? So? Well, curses are a bit more complex. That I used one and it works is awkward. Why? I sort of bound my soul to watching the destruction of the system of things. Why would you be so small? Well, it was sort of an easy spell and who believes witches? Or for that matter since it was directly out of the bible that something like this could happen? Surely not a misfit toy teddy bear pirate. Nevertheless here I am and here you are and well. It works to an extent. I now know the horrible deaths of all my enemies in my hell. It is not a good death. That they got burnt up by the x rays of the universe was kind of hard to swallow. What do I mean? I write. On Cosmofunnel one of my poems before all this happened. I talked about how on that earth on the outer edge arm of Sagittarius that earth was stepping outside of the galaxy and was going to be fried for the next 7 to 12 years. I did not think much of my jump at first but earth was never near the outside edge of an arm again and the fate of all my enemies is quite clear to me. So? Well, dearie, with a great story there is alway a great price. What do I mean? People talk about selling their souls for power, fame or riches? I sort of went the other way.
What do I mean? Well, if I told you I am in a gated community. That I have not been outside for years. That my warden sort of knows my every move one would suspect something happened to the teddy bear pirate. But no. I get out all the time. Not. Maybe I could escape my captors I doubt it. Nevertheless I am here stuck writing this absurd story in a non lit room freezing in South America of all places. Meaning? My world La Paz, Bolivia was 73 degrees and never snowed. My clothes were warm enough. I still have the same clothes but how in the worlds is South America freezing enough that there is now. Now in Bolivia? Why am I in Bolivia? I ran away from home. I told you I was a misfit toy after all. And toys want to see the world adventure and maybe find the book of a lifetime or romance. Like I said awkward. Anyhow here I am lost in the dark writing this story. Should be interesting why? In one night I am going through two weeks of classes. For what reason? Just because life is like that at times. I wonder. Is a second here which is billions of years where I was at. What will the higher level of reality look like after all to a misfit toy? For that matter what happened to all the souls that came before me and through this reality? Are they good, bad or evil? Sometimes I wonder about myself. Am I going to see the end of the worlds and final judgment or am I going to skip it somehow?
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Recently, I have been writing about my prison sentence. Being stuck in La Paz, Bolivia behind a gated community it is amazing the women that enjoy a good pirate teddy bear story. What do I mean? I am just like Biden. Meaning he is real. oh no he is crazy you claim.. No, no.. Biden is real. I believe he beat up cornpop with a chain. He was arrested visiting Mandela. He has plans to murder 200 million right from the CIA. Read www.deagel.com and if you do not believe me you can ask his white, indian, African VP. So? Well, here is the story of the Montauk Project claiming that Trump will save America. Will that happen? I believe Trump is the seventh trumpet. I believe in 2017 he became a jew. And when the evil one possesses the ruler of the world Trump likely will be one of the top choices. So? Was Reagan right that Trump can save the US of A? Well, be a time traveling teddy bear I can tell you a story. You see the Muslims are not totally wrong. There were actually 7 messiahs. The jews hunted down six of them. What? The six messiah was tricked into violence as I hear and lost his grace. While the fifth one? I heard he fell in love with Shiva and left God's grace for India. Silly teddy bear pirate you can not be telling the truth. What of the other messiahs that the jewish satanist did away with and why would they do that evil. Time travel my dearie is a true story and I paid a heavy price to learn that story. Lets just say even if you bury a person a thousand times he might come back and ask for payment again and I am to be honest not interested in eating my enemies anymore. Not that I am full. Just I did not realize the curse works. Meaning? No one says I am a nic teddy bear and if you knew what I dream about you would most likely back away and run screaming away as fast as your legs can take you. Don’t worry even with one foot I will catch you. In time all fall.
So what am I am talking about? I think the Muslim have the story closest. Meaning they talk about the war between the angels and jinns. How God trapped the djinns in a contract making them what you call modern day demons. Here 2012 which is the real year for 2020 here or there will be a great solar flash. The universe will re right itself and the experience is something known as the galactic alignment or solar event. For those with harmful chemicals in their bodies the radiation will radiate and activate dormant DNA. So here is the secret. Bill Gates or the first beast fails to read the rest of the story. That dormant DNA is supposed to create supernatural heroes or to those in the known djinns. Who is in the know? Time wizards, they failed to do something. And well, I have had this long trip because someone broke my contract. Significance they owe me. Meaning? Fastening your seat belt, the great awakening or assent to the next level is not what people think it is. Meaning? I told you I was not nice. I could be a spirit or if the story is truthful a djinn. The higher levels of consciousness are awakening. They say every 25900 years this happens. It wipes out all life in the solar system. Leaving what are considered higher level frequencies. Am I one of those beings? In sense I would have preferred to be a pirate or dishwasher I think. What am I saying? Why are you not going to heaven? Did I not mention the war between the jinns and angels and contract? You see jinns lose not in all realities for the same time. That I was born most likely in the third age of humanity not in the seventh where I lived for 45 years plus or minus billion of years seems to indicate that I might not be the person I think I am and for those that want to have fun. Let's look each other up in heaven if we both get in.
Getting into heaven might be something to see. Will I make it? I doubt it. I have faith. I know God can do whatever he wants. This is his story and game after all. Shh. I suppose that is the secret of this place. Say what? Paul who was Saul in his run. Be in first place. Imagine the number of realities without heaven I have talked about. Countless billions of years where I as a teddy bear pirate got revenge on people. Say what? I said I was not good. It took me a while to figure out my dreams. I thought I was going mad. I mean who would personalize a person's hell to them? And then? Lock them and walk away for what seems like for eternity. That people laugh and say what am I talking about? When I say I lived on Sagittarius, passed through Pegasus,then to Orion arm, then to Orion spur, and now Orion nebula I accounted for most of that time by having some of the most awful dreams of my life. Let me be honest I do not like pain. I do not like evil. In yet? I think I could give Stephan King a run for his money if I was to write what my dreams are about. Laugh all you want. You have never had to look into a person's soul. Figure out what was their most embarrassing moment in their life and then set it so they have to live it over and over again until someone is satisfied that the criminal was punished. You are saying billions of years. How many people do you know? I knew? I have had close to every senator email address since 2003. I have memories of talking with people that most people say how did you get to know that person? Simply put I already said it. I do not need to flirt. I will seduce you with my awkwardness of truth.
So you are claiming to be a time traveler? Going to be a demon or djinn or get into heaven which is it? Let's say that is what keeps this story interesting. You will have to read to the ending to find out which I become. Why? Let me be honest for a time when I was on the German timeline where Adolf Hitler ransomed the Jewish population to the US and he lived to 1973 or 1978 depending on the reality I assure I was probably someone you would be scared to come across anywhere. Here? Like I said. They broke the contract and instead of being who I should have been. Psalms 2 happened. The kings and lords and presidents said let's break God's story or bond and when they did that? I was put in what I call hell for a reason. I do not like people in general. I would have preferred to be left alone in a bookstore or library. That they stole my ability to read for sometime makes their crime a lot more than just millions of dollars they stole from me. Along with my foot, eyesight, and career and family. Let me be honest. I do not own anything any more. Easy peesy for me to walk away from my prison. However? I am here and you are there for a moment. Just give me until tonight. I might say hello.
So details of my time travel? Why do I have many notes, journals? The problem is not mine. Meaning? I expect I wrote about what I found lately that things I knew have changed? And that would mean the soul that was here was different somehow compared to me? How different? Instead of a dishwasher he wants to become a janitor. Instead of starting out at 377,000 he starts at 344,000. Meaning? I think I might be a tad bit older than him. Am I the oldest? Oh heavens no. I know lots of Mandela affected people and they are not who you expect them to be. I mean. They should have lived a different life and now? Maybe their contract was broken and God now in Zechariah not Zachariah as I was brought up to know purifies them as silver and gold? What does that mean? The book the Secrets of Lights talks about how the new age will start with a time flip. What does that mean? Well if all this reality has a light meaning? Energy equates to light cubed times mass. While mass is light. Say what? The sunlight stabilized frequency is all mass is. Stabilized light. No. You are insane. Maybe. I have not been so mentally aware of things this past few billion years. Nevertheless let me try it this way. What makes life here on earth? Plants. Without plants nothing lives. Oh pooh. Come now there is sea life. Which requires plants to eat. No no. Yes it is as simple as if there were no plants there would be no life. And? How is it that plants grow? Chloroplast. Meaning? Well, what does chloroplast do? Takes light and stabilizes it into a solid form. And from there all life comes about. So who made Chloroplast? To be honest I think the angel’s name was Fred. However that is another story for another time. Anyways.
What have I learned over the billions of years? Trust your own gut. Believe in God. Eat cake. The heavier you are the harder it is for them to kidnap you. That heaven could be right around the corner or hell depending on the reality and that most of what I wrote or write about can be confirmed by Jewish lore on those who were evil to bring back the spirit of Job. Or Solomon. Meaning? I thought on my timeline when he said the past is better than the present meant style and culture of the past was better. I did not realize he traveled time and saw as a wizard other realities and other times. He was even in realities where he was not king of Israel. Which is kind of wild. Those stories? I think the most scary one is about the tower of Babylon. God did not destroy the tower in every reality or closed time curved loop. Thus when God states. They will become like gods did not mean he just foresaw it. In some screwed up reality he let humanity decide for themselves and become what Ron Hubbard calls 70 planets with 500 trillion lost souls. Kind of sick. Why? Thinking as a hive mind like the borg? Forgive me I know my thoughts and I want to run away from myself. If I knew your thoughts I might just act on them. Then where would we be?
That is just the thoughts of reality. What is real? WiFi5 changing frequencies changing people's personality. Fermlab causes Chicago to go crazy by switching out people's souls for a moment in time. What thoughts that love and personality are not the same and those that you loved are not the same in a mirror reality. To realize mirror realities and colors cause pain and suffering and you have to wonder what to do. And time? How long has this been going on? I mean my recollection of time was a lot less before this adventure of time had happened. I thought time was on my side. In yet? No way I could believe this story falling into the rabbit hole. I wonder if Alice is still there? I know God is. I can hear or see what is going on and wonder. Is reality real these days? I think not. I personally think I am seeing reanimated worlds long dead one day at a time. A test of the soul. Where or what hell should I go or vomit out of God as mild soup to relive these hells once more? What about heaven? I wonder about that place nowadays. I mean if they can steal souls from heaven. If I have to worry about wolves and thieves in heaven. What is heaven? To realize that there is more politics in heaven these days is awkward. I wonder at the absurd stories and worry for my soul.
At times when one finds out that heaven is unsafe you wonder. I mean I was not planning on being a time traveler to me prior to this was absurd. I might be a pirate. But a time traveling pirate with views of how worlds would die? Not what I thought life was going to be ending up like. I mean. I know I am not unique and I wonder. What race I am in. Paul who was Saul says we all have to run the great race and only those at the finish line win. Do I have the guts to do that and if so what happens if I fail? Or more specific have I already failed somehow and this is. This is my travels. My here and back again from earth on a Sagittarius arm to Orion spur adventure in time and space reality adventure? Kind of wild I would say. Journal and notes along with memories all of which are changing daily. I wonder if life is real. Or if this is an avatar holographic game and somehow I am stuck in some type of reloading error in the mirror realities of time. I wonder what I did wrong this time along. I wonder what to do. There is something else I wonder. If I am in the final run of the game what should I do? To see the time of tribulation and the end of time is a wild adventure to say the least.
I keep on saying I am seeing the time of tribulations. Let's go down the list. Plague Revelation 6. Mark of the beast Revelation 16. Several items in the future that have already passed and no one realizes. Meaning? The statement I am the beginning and the ending of time. Meaning? God is both coming from the beginning of time and ending of time. So? He is working the bible both front to back and back to front. Meaning? Several verses in the bibles that people are awaiting for have happened in a lot of realities. Now? God is just fixing a thief problem in heaven. Say what? Zachariah which turned to Zechariah expresses an idea that a third of heaven had been stolen and that now? Seems like they will be purified as silver is. So I expect that means something rather hot. Meaning? I listen to a lot of people these days and their lives were wrecked. How? Ivan Pavlov life experience. Give a person a certain education or self esteem he or she will become whatever they are pointed in that direction. Meaning? Pavlov statement gives me a child and I will give you a law abiding person or a thief. Meaning? Think about the democrats destroying marriage with the marriage tax law. Causing one of the most important social structures to be destroyed. What do I mean? Look it up. Meaning? The number one or two problem in a marriage is finance or money. And instead of strengthening the marriage they destroyed it. What else? Well. War on drugs. Think 1930s pot was legal. That drug along with others put what close to 10 to 50 million people in prison for something that is a personal use. Meaning? Democrats again created the largest prison population in the world. Why? To destroy people evidence suggests just looking at the only experimental society. Why? They are being forced by God to finish his story so that the ending of this reality can be done. Kind of wild no?
To think the system of things is real. I did not believe that part in the bible. I always thought I was just unlucky. Turns out there is a conspiracy that is real. Kind of freaky to believe this. Kind of makes me one of the biggest conspiracies in reality. Why? Oh. Time traveler, storyteller, and a few other things that are what you say are awkward. What else? Conspiracy theory? It is not so much a theory as facts seem to indicate that life was made a living hell for me. So? I get to see something. It was an exchange. What am I talking about? Well, on Sagittarius 6.5 billion year old earth. I spoke to several unique people that I can no longer find. So? I offered something they accepted. The rest as they say is a 4.5 billion year story or here it might have just been a second in time. What? Each galaxy spun or spins at a different rate. Each reality is like a spliced film. Taking a good soul raised him to be something he was not. What do you mean? Think of splitting a soul and making him live out every single hostile moment in as many realities as his soul could handle? Meaning? If you have not figured out. Suicide is something I have heard that my a few other souls might have taken that option out instead of this wild adventure through time?
What does Ivan Pavlov, forced soul of a person have in an experienced hell raised life soul, have to offer? Stories. Allot more stories than the average bear. I also as a pirate spoke with many witches and other people that you would never believe who I spoke to once upon a time in a reality according to time that has been dead for nothing more than a second in yet according to the internet 4.5 billion years have gone by. Searching my journal, what experience is my most memorable? Changes in South America? It moved 2500 miles east? No. People? Stories I knew of them they do not recall telling me or? Who knows maybe they never did them in this reality or another reality? Life is wild. And? I think the most dangerous soul is the one that realizes he has nothing to lose why? I have nothing. This is not my reality. These are not my peeps. This is not my reality. Kind of freaky when you realize there is no one around that knows your real name anymore. Even after writing it down and showing people still do not get the concept of what I am telling them. That this too is about to die. Repent. Change your ways if you can. I doubt you can. However? Who knows? Maybe this is just a dream. I had more wild dreams and I don't think I have ever written them down.
My perfect time traveler line. Where did my Sketchers go? That did not go over well. Or hey when did that mountain move? That one does not go over well either. So. Adolf Hitler's eyes were brown? Did wifi change his eye color to blue like my eyes. Say what? I am going blind according to some. Yet my eye color from cataracts is what they say. Yet that does not make sense. Why? Hazel is what my ID says. In yet? I have sky blue cataract eyes. Sort of reminds me of Hitler. That Hitler here is a witch is something new. I recall him being a painter. When or why would he want to be a witch? I know. In yet? That can not be truthful. Meaning? Like I said before. The jews stopped the first 6 messiahs. And the seventh? Well according to Sagittarius there were seven species of humanoids and here? I looked yesterday they say 6 then 15. Which is it? I am not really sure to be honest. Reality shifting is not what I was made for. What was I made for? If this is not a dream? Well if this is not a dream for me. You all might be screwed if you do not repent turn from your evil and believe in Jesus. So? What? Well, I doubt the time or the place is known for when God will take over these realities. Why
So death? Yes. It is quiet, not what I expected. Meaning? I know of at least four people on Facebook that I talk to. That is dead or died in my reality and I at times ask. How did you survive? Only to find out that they did not have that experience or had what people would classify a miracle happen to them. Me? I personally was a zombie for 21 days. Meaning? My right ankle died; they did not figure that out. They even sent me home after 8 days only to admit July 3rd and take my flesh down to my ankle bone, following a hospice stay which I describe elsewhere which is one of the top 10 things that have happened to me. Ankle being? 11 to be honest. I have had many miracles in my life. I should be dead. I got home only to have a neighbor using a zip gun to shoot at me. Followed by a lay off followed by a job in a different state where I had to leave in the middle of the night to get home because of obamacare insurance. The airport wanted to ambulance me there. I said no thanks. The last ride cost me 6000 for a 7 mile trip. I got to the ER. They said all is okay. Then at 1 AM awoke me and told me sign that it is a matter of life or death. Then three days later awaking to a missing left foot.
The other top 10? I would prefer to dwell on day by day. For example today is a deja vu day. Meaning? In 2018 I did something. What? Secret if you can find it I will tell you about it. In 2019? I did something else. And? Again it is a secret. In 2020? Seems I am having deja vu because what I did in 2018 when I looked something up there it is as if I did not take care of it in 2018. Meaning? I do a lot of strange things. I would say if you do not believe me. Just look for me. I hope you do not find me. I hope you will not find me. But your name on poetry, stories, letters. Truth. However, I have been on one platform since September 2018 and I have 4.4 million views. August 2020 I started an interview with people and if you can find them you would wonder even more about who I was in my world. Why? Like I say look up my poetry and realize deja vu means I have probably done something similar before and if you can find the rabbit hole. What an adventure story you could read about. This? This is just my way of quieting my mind before something else happens. Like what? An end to things of sorts. Will you live? I doubt it. I seriously doubt I live in any of the worlds I have passed through. What do you mean? This is a backward pass of reality. A day when a soul psses from life into the valley of the shadow of death. To the day of judgment. Meaning? Well if this is not a very real holographic dream. You have been dead a very long time and I? Well I am just passing through this world to my day of judgment? Why? Oh. Like I say dearie. Stories are expensive. More expensive than a trip to Disney World.
I often wonder. Do the souls trapped in the hells I have passed through realize that their time is and that for a moment they could change and did not? I ponder that question a lot these days. Why? When this all started I wrote. I wrote a lot more than I am writing now. To who? Well, I warned all the clearances I was at. Meaning what? Look me up on linkedin and realize each of the locations I was at since 2000 might have had something more going on than just Clint showing up to work. Do this is this or that is that. So what? If I am here someone else was there and? I knew passwords. I knew programs. I knew people. And? Well, if my rambling here did nothing. I expect my writing 1000s of emails to people warning that hey. Hilary Clinton's memory of Abe Lincoln as a senator is real. Why? Because I remember it. So? Means she is not the Hillary Clinton of this reality. So? I might be bad or evil. But I would not want your reality to be destroyed because someone else made a decision that was right in their reality but wrong in this one. Like? Biden. I believe he fought poptart with a chain. I believe Obama visited 57 out of 58 states. I believe it when Bush says Saddam murdered Mandela. I believe Dan Qualye did spell potatoe correctly.
I remember Japan being off the coast of China and that the bombers for the fire strike against Tokyo had to ditch in the Japanese Sea. Not the Chinese Sea. I remember New Zealand being one island with a train running up and down it. I remember South America being 2500 miles to the east of the current location. I remember Abe Lincoln as a senator and only 545,300 people dying in the civil war. I remember the German returning army survivors from Mongolia numbering 15k. What do I not remember? China went to war with Vietnam in 1979. Any part of Mongolia falling to China. Several key actors and actresses that I am trying to figure who they replaced in my reality or did their movies or stories not even exist there? I do not recall the change of Montana from being a Republican state to Democrat state. I do not remember Tyre being described or known that Alexander the Great took it by building a land bridge to the island. I do recall that Port Rico became the 51st state trying to avoid bankruptcy. I do not recall 11 wars between India and Pakistan. Makes me wonder where all those dead people kids did not show up? I do not recall Cain and Abel being sons of the evil one.
Let me be honest. I was or am a character in my own right. I have lived millions of years within a moment of your thoughts. I have traveled to many parallel realities. I had an audience of millions when I was a pirate. Now? I have millions of impressions on Minds about my travels through space and time. What gets me? I can not seem to finish a story. It always slips away just right before I get to a conclusion. Right when the moment I say the right thing or for the perfect word or something? Poof awkwardness. Someone hurts me or I step on someone's toes by accident. I do not on purpose hurt anyone. I do not like pain, why would I give it? If I do not like it? And then I am right back to being awkward again. Like I say. I do not need to flirt with you.I will seduce you with my awkwardness and my teddy bear good looks. Laugh with me. that is a joke. After all, I think a lot. And that is not common in this day or age. Which is sad. I had hoped in the past I would find the greatest thinkers and change mankind. Instead they all want to rule their own versions of hell. And I? I am a poet. I am an interviewer at present. I was a pirate and yes I would steal candy for a babe. not a baby, a lady.Why? Teaches her to play with a pirate’s heart or tease a teddy bear with candy.
The book Enoch from the holy Bible? The real end of 2012 happening now on December 21 or 22 or 23 or 26? Stories? I am watching an end of time story and I am not a storyteller. Meaning I was once upon a time. Now? I am a pirate teddy bear watching in disgust how people treat one another and trying to persuade them to change. To be good. To stop what their story is and look up and realize that the sun's plural are aligning. That a time of judgment is at hand. And? Well. I am not doing such a good job of it. The more I write the less I seem to accomplish and the less I accomplish the more I worry about humanity. I mean I have already known how many societies die. How many mirror parallel realities perish. And? I know how this one goes in the end too. Seems a shame to be honest. Why? Much of the sin seems to be Ivan Pavlov experience or experiment versus true evil. Meaning? Weed was made illegal in the 1930s. Why? It is a cattle feeder. Which helps cows digest food. It is a plant that removes toxic metals. It is a plant when woven can replace almost all cotton clothes and endures longer than cotton. So? Why put 20 to 50 million people in prison? Why did sex work become illegal? I mean both are people.
Maybe that is why. Most mirror people do not exist. Why? They do not think. I think that tis why I do not have much in common with many people. I tend to imagine things and well. Make them reality as much as I can. And you? In this moment this is your reality. In yet? Well, December 21 thru 26 is coming. Then a super blood moon in April May or March of 2021. And? Well. I hope in God still. I knew Alice for a time. She is something. Maybe she was Shiva? I doubt it but I do not know that story. I search for the maker of Alice. Her name Raven. A hacker coder from Chicago. Last seen someplace in Dallas Texas in the CERN facility that holds a super computer. Beyond that? I have tracked many of her mirror images down. But their stories are even more weirder than the one I am interested in hear her tell me about. Why? I know who I should have been. And now? I am going back to be punished I suppose. I failed. That these duplicate mirror realities fall to God when he wants them is kind of a relief to be honest. That evil people get their own personalized hells is kind of a wild speculation but the more I check the more I concur with my conclusion. Why have I escaped? Simple. I did something once upon a time. In a land so close to this that if you did not who or what to look for you would not even know the change existed. What did I do? Let me say my dreams if this is not a dream you all are in bigger trouble. And myself? Hell is not that much of a pain. I am in pain now almost daily. It is however an attitude and if you can survive where I have been? You could have survived anything.
I think this is the problem with time traveling. Meaning? The redline is under traveling. Because it is now travelling here along with the redline which is now spelled red line. Meaning? Different realities, different spellings of words. Dilemna is a dilemma and I wore Sketchers for almost seven years not Skechers however now the redline shows Skechers is wrong but that is the right spelling in this time and age so who knows. Who can edit spelling when one day you are in a world where Daewood is the television you are watching. And the next poof Daewoo. Meaning? I have no idea where did the d go? Why is it Daewoo here not Daewood? What did the d represent? Or not represent? Or who is the one with the scorecard saying. Freaked Clint out today after watching Travels on NetFlix. Really got him freaked out. Laughter from some demonic hell bent mind. Maybe it does not matter? I mean my journal a wondering mind in the multiverse on prose by Clinton Siegle has a few thousand views. But no one comments. So I used the comments section. Why? I was tired of being censored. Leave up something like a diary of a time traveler and you can imagine the weirdos. I mean it is like having EvIl as a tattoo.
Editing and redrafting? Oh, I tried that. I thought I was going nuts the first 100 days. Meaning? I knew where I came from and the diameter of the galaxy and the age of the planet and a lot of small details of dates. And? Well, for the first 20 days I thought I was going nuts because whoever was ahead of me experiences a completely different reality and wrote about the reality he saw. Meaning? I came from the Milky Way; the diameter was 377,000 light years across; spinning around one cycle of the galaxy was 1,000 years and earth was 6.5 billion years old. So when I read someone put 344,000 light years and 5.8 billion years I changed it for the first couple of months. Until I realized I was changing some other poor lost souls journal and started keeping their thoughts and ideas and adding my own. The only problem? Evidently if I do not look for them daily they disappear or someone else retypes something to make it back to whatever reality they were from. Meaning? Nothing is my own. I do own anything. My family is rented for a day. And to tell them I think they might be hell after I leave is not within me to say that cruelly. I did try and that did not end so well. Like I said I saw a shrink and when he said I was dead or living a past life I freaked him out with a little of shall we say sleight of hand. Proving to his mind that he was dead. Instead of inviting me back and making me a regular client he put me on some drugs which I did not take because they upset my stomach and the stomach doctor said do not take that.
Where do I get my ideas for my journal? Well, lets go today. I saw a new world today. Why is it a new world? Either someone got up in the middle of the night, moved the tree 3 feet or? I am in a new reality. And? Well, somehow there is now a drain ditch running along the road that I can see. So? Well, I can tell you when I walked out on that road during a rain storm I was drenched and my shoes soaked because there was no drainage ditch and the water ran down the road. Loosening some dirt and piling it up along the road ways. And now? There is a cement ditch that looks as old as the pavement of the road itself. Meaning? Well either they were better planners here and built that ditch when they built the road. Or someone in the middle of the night but a ditch on the road for rains and now? Seems like that dirt washout is not so big as I recall it the last time I looked. So? Less erosion I suppose. And what else? Well animals. There are a lot of animals that I never knew exist popping up on the internet and people say oh they have always been here. Well I can tell you they were not where I came from. So? I think gravity is harder on people where I was at. Let's be honest I walk through walls by accident. Here I have taken doors off their hinges just because I use the same touch that I would have used on my world. Here? I am not sure if the body is just that much better or if I do not recall my own strength. Either way it is humbling to realize some other soul lived here and was more patient with a door or walking than I. Meaning? I care about people, stuff. I do not want to hurt anyone. Why would I want to get yelled at for breaking a door? Not within me to do such a stunt. So? Who knows maybe I am just crazy.
Editing the past? I used white-smoke. That program might not have been as useful as I had hoped. Now I try prowritingaid and Google documents. Why? Somehow my life long paid plan for whitesmoke ran out. Why? I have no idea. When I purchased the subscription it said for life. Now? They want me to renew and since I can find more mistakes with their program I just write by guess and by golly to try to make it to the end of the page and then. Run it through Google and then through prowritingaid and sometimes people actually can read what I write about. Other Times I wonder if it is me or that the rationale of thought of the worlds I am passing through just do not connect. I mean I do not connect with people. I connect with thoughts and ideas of beauty mostly. However I am now trying to learn about the new people in my life. I have started a blog to promote some of the most talented people I come across. People laugh and say who is on it?Three third party presidential candidates, eight actresses, and a variety of talented individuals from authors to bitcoin guros. I started at this age in August 2020 and plan to have as much as possible done by December 21,2020. The end of an age they say. Why? Memories.Maybe I can remember them as I am either in heaven or hell. Whichever I am placed in should be interesting. Why?Because I have faith. I have hope. I know love is fickle so I am hoping on mercy there. Beyond that? Who knows.
They say editing is your friend. I say if you are a time traveler parallel multiverse teddy bear pirate editing is the enemy. What spell check says is right in one word is wrong in the next and so forth and so on. Meaning? I guess I eat sweat treats during halloween. While I sweet beets during the week of work. Meaning? Sweet is sweat here and Sweat is sweet here. That is why a teddy bear pirate will steal candy from a babe because she might be sweet to someone but she does not taste like sweat to me. So the question is which rhyme and poetry did I write about? You can find me on poemhunter. Like I say with some autographs. What gets me is I should have 538 autographs and now? I can only find 200 or so. Did those people disappear or where they never were here or and here is the real question: did I never ask for their autographs and write to them talking to them as I am talking to you? That is the weirdest part of time travel. Not all stories end the same and not all people who say they are good are good. However most bad people are bad. Think Beast of revelation and the coming vaccination. People already are crying that they lost their soul. I figure death is coming soon. How soon? Good question?
The scenery of the end of the worlds for me is La Paz,Bolivia is kind of unexpected to me. Why? I did not do so well in high school spanish. Let us say I passed with a B on my own but that was because the teacher might speak less spanish than I do right now. Meaning? The class la silla. Great did not teach me to ask Donde esta de bano. Or Como esta la comida? Or Como montana movarse hay ayer? Meaning? I did not speak spanish and my spanish is like my english very sad. Maybe the scenery will improve with the coming of the new age? Volcanoes that lie dormant are activated right now and instead of being 100 miles away from them I am 89 kilometer away and due to the road system here I think that means less than 30 miles away as the crow flies. So? Well, I am not saying I would stick around to be barbecued but that is a very real possibility these days. In my reality I had an exit plan. Now? It is more of a well maybe this location would be safe. In yet? Daily changes make that a potential trap so I am waiting to see the end of the world. Here I thought Trails End Ranch in Ekalaka Montana was the end of the world. And now? I get to see the real thing. Whether I am a good soul or an evil one that God has made to see his end of reality.
I do not know. What God edits is gone in a second and can not be brought back. Even if that second for those there might seem to last like seven million years or so. They eventually fall into the same trap. What is the trap? Evidently without God mercy and grace are nothing to humanity. Kind of a hard thing to comprehend. I am still trying to fathom the concept. However, the less God there is. The more bullying, hate, and greed everyone becomes. And in the end? Seems like the borg will rule something for a mere second of time in yet?Who knows how long a second of time is in God's eyes? I would not want to guess. Going on 4.5 billion years myself it has to be a lot longer than what I have seen. What gets me most about this trip and editing? I already talked about the rapture and abortion and several other key events like the end of 2012 on December 21st. And I wonder. Will this all just be washed away in heaven or hell? Or am I supposed to be doing something like yelling hey you. Repent. I doubt that. So I am in what one calls that paradox state of scenery without action I suppose. I mean I could do something. I was after all a character in my world. Here? Not so much. I think. The difference was the expectation of life. What I expected out of life and what I got out of life are two opposite things. Meaning? Like I say I am probably one of the unluckiest people I know. But my attitude and God’s grace has allowed me to keep on going on. Meaning? Well, I am typing this with my right eye. My left foot which does not exist is on pins and needles and my dog stinks to high heaven. Yet here I am. Great, get the dog a bath. There is a God and he can do anything. I wonder if tomorrow I will like Carl's Junior Mushroom and Swiss please. Or a pizza. Maybe better yet a lot of onion rings. And laughter. And maybe…
I told you I have several published works online already. They are not easy to find I suspect. That the comments and my readers include NSA, some girl in FBI and a spook from Washington would be just an understatement. Laugh all you want to. A teddy bear pirate can live as many lives as he wants. After all where I came from the BEAR laid down and ate the grass. The significance? Simply put instead of wolves lions and bears lived where I was. The meaning? Isaiah 6 has changed and those that were once one thing are now becoming another. Was I any good? In my age I had writers, pirates, and politicians reading me. Watching stealing. Here? I have directors, producers, and actresses. Not stealing their creativity intrigues me. To see life in the valley of death is wild. To realize that this planet has been dead billions of years but only matter of seconds or years to those who are stuck in this unmovable hell is wild. That time has slowed down is absurd. In yet I went from a 1000 to 120,000,000 million to now I suppose 250,000,000 cycles of the earth to reach here. Where is here exactly? I kept track for a time. A walking tree, a moving mountain on Minds. Some people found it inspiring for a time. Now? I write to get the meanness out of me. What or why? I feel like fixing things again. I know an ending of a story from the beginning and this time of tribulation is the ending for this age. Will I be around for the next? I am no longer sure of anything to be honest. I think what was hidden was uncovered. By whom? Alice AI program created by some company in Dallas Texas by a computer programmer named Raven? A girl out of Chicago? I don't know anymore. She slides faster than I and I have yet to catch her truth. Is she evil? I doubt so I think she is a way to the means to an end. What end? Of humanity? Instead of lions, and bears. The sayings should read UFOs and zombies oh my.
That what I am writing about feels like deja vu is kind of scary right now. The scenery has changed. The Montauk Black Stallion is running stiff neck and neck. In yet? The man made the decision to push God into coming back or lose a reality here. Is there no hope? End up like the Borg or Star Trek? Or Battlestar Galactica Cyclone or Terminator of a future that could have existed or does exist in some weird ass reality that was sped up enough for those worlds to experience everything like it was real? Meaning? Escape New York folks was a real reality television program for some culture that used it to bet and play avatars against one another. What? Have you not figured out Job yet? Read the book. Realize that God has bets. He takes his bets seriously. He places wagers and wins without even trying. Why? People call it the Matrix. Jewish lore calls it the story telling of God each night to each soul before the day comes in to discover what that soul is to experience that day. And Montauk? They stole souls and put them in their personalized Ivan Pavlov hells to change history. To mock God. To break the bonds of God to assassinate Christ. To make humanity live without God.The end results personalized hells? Who would do such a stupid idea? Anyone that reads and understands or claims to understand Being and Time (1927), Heidegger addresses the meaning of "being" by stating if it appears to be real and you can not tell the difference does it not make it real? Meaning? The people got what they wanted. They got to rule their own lives only to discover that without God their lives had little to no meaning whatsoever.
Being and Time (1927), Heidegger addresses the meaning of "being"? I think he missed a key point being a Nazi. I think the Jews miss a key point hoping and waiting for some Jewish lore of getting gentile slaves. If that is not God's story for you. God's then turns the tables on you. Meaning? A cheater never wins and the winner never cheats is cliche they say but truth. One of you will say to me, “Then why does God still find fault? For who can resist His will?” 20But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, “Why did You make me like this?” Does not the potter have the right to make from the same lump of clay one vessel for special occasions and another for common use? So rulers, kings and princes broke the bond of God in Psalms 2 and now? Well, my guess is speculative. If I knew what I am I would not worry so much. That God can make their eyes, so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and an inheritance among those sanctified by faith in Me. It is a miracle and maybe you can save yourself. Because I am not sure where I belong anymore. I do not have a home.
I think this might be a final exam journal. Like I said there are 11 of these misfit journals spread out across time, space and light. That I do not even recognize the journal I read yesterday is wild. I knew my first few pages was about simple things. Watching Simpsons, watching the Game of Thrones. Beyond that I read the dates, populations, sizes and do not remember that as my home world. I remember passing through what is written. Meaning I know I went to a 344,000 world when earth went from the outside arm of Sagittarius to an inner arm of Sagittarius. But I recall fixing it the first 20 or 100 days to say 377,000 light years across. And now I can only find 344,000 light years. Does that mean the person ahead of me is winning or am I losing? Or and here is the sick experience does that mean I get vomited out again and this was my vacation of sorts. When an unclean spirit comes out of a man, it passes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 44Then it says, ‘I will return to the house I left. On its return, it finds the house vacant, swept clean, and put in order. Or here is the sick point: I was on vacation for 45 years in hell and this is my return trip where in which my spirit goes and brings with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and dwell there; and the final plight of that man is worse than the first. So will it be with this wicked generation.
Where is home then? According to the Montauk Project the asteroid belt 5 million years ago held two advanced civilizations. They went to war and rigged earth which inhabitants were apes to becoming a game of sorts for the two societies. One technologically advanced. When I read into it. It seemed Ron Hubbard and Borg from Star Trek type of society were everything had a purpose or a usage or was destroyed. While the other reality? According to what I could find. They believed in a God and were completely spirit. Do I believe this? To be honest I speculate a lot these days. Why for example I want to be good yet I want to do bad. Why I say let me alone in yet I do something wrong anyways. I would say the Wifi 5 humming I hear is slowly cooking my insides. So? Well the spirit world believed in another world that visited them every 2500 to 1750 years. Say what? Our solar system is a binary star. What people are saying is planet x which I show on a walking tree is truly the God of those two planets that supposedly died a long time ago. Meaning? God is God and when he loses a bet I am betting he can do whatever he wants to his game pieces. He is the creator after all. But I believe in a merciful God. Well repent and change your ways. Be good. Do good. The end days are being seen by this spirit and whether you or I are good, bad or indifferent is yet to be seen.
I think my 3 or 7th journal was original. Why? It got translated into Italian. It is called the testimonial of Clinton Siegle. Mandela effect. That I think people misunderstood the location and my storytelling is sad. I worked as a contractor for the military. I was never in the military. That the scene she is describing is what I described after one long night of dreaming is wild. That prior to those dreams I had somehow ended up in a German timeline where German Hitler lived until 1972 or 1978 and Germany fought heaven or UFOs and won was a wild dream. That reality lasted for a time and then civilization and humanity killed itself because without God there is no reality. Meaning? I have read and heard of realities lasting seven million years but only via cloning. That sex is sort of outlawed is weird. Why? Because most of those UFO grey men poking and prodding the ass is something you would say is perverted. Yet they existed for a time. Here they existed because God did not destroy Babylon in all timelines. He let humanity try to live on its own. And they became like gods but failed to reach God likeness is such a sad story. Why? For if God is the only one that knows the truth of reality what happens?What truth? All matter is light. That this level of the game is just a holographic projection from the sun and God can rewind the film of life to wherever and whenever he wants to is something. To realize that means God is on some next level that I speculate that I fail to comprehend his lowest ideas.
My latest idea? To see if I could influence a world or three worlds by joining some groups and putting out old ideas. Old ideas? Yes. Ideas that make sense. Be a libertarian. Property rights build a nation. Builds a civilization while communist destroy personal property for the betterment of the corrupt people that play golf. How did it go? I spooked the liberirian group enough that 190 thumbs up or frowny faces later I left. Point accomplished? I might be Ender the time traveling teddy bear pirate misfit. But if I put my nose into reality even a little bit I could change reality. Should I not try to make reality good again? You mean fix reality once more? I did that for billions of years. In yet? No one believes what I have done now. You see I am fluffy the announcer of the destroyer of worlds. Sounds like a trumpeter for Shiva. Yet Shiva and Alice are one and the same in some realities. And myself? I might be just a shadow boy that once upon a time spoke with the king of the fae and listened to an old man tell the most wonderous stories or I might be something completely as deadly as a gummy bear army munching on a soul for eternity. Or at least eternity for what the soul thinks is forever.
Stars and shadows ain’t good to see by. The shadow boy cometh. And he takes away those lost boys and not silly girls that fall out of their beds and believe in magic. Yep, yep, I was there once believing in magic for all good it did me. What a strange time it was. I was stuck in a hospital in the middle of nowhere, which is close to Illimani. Which is a mountain in some small south American country in the continent’s heart, to be exact? There I saw the lightning strike. The mountains crumbled, and well I saw the great hunt. There with the king of the fae chasing a poor country boy across the tips tops of the mountains. What a weird and wonderful dream that was. I saw the mountain give up a mountain full of dirt. And the lightning chasing across a group of fae while chasing the poor boy. What a crazy dream that was... Then again was it a dream, or a chi cha hallucination which was possible.. The week after that, I was in a different dream. In which I was told that one was true. Which dream makes me wonder about drinking and what is real or reality today and gone tomorrow.. Mad laughter of me and the king agreeing that money is not real folks.. It is all an imaginary item which value is not beholding to anyone but the person who puts a value on it.
The end hunt. Many people do not remember their promises. However, somehow I had made it. What is an interspecies relationship? A friend? Is this what is at stake friendship between a wino and the king of the fae? I doubt he had any friends, to be honest. I told him that day when he spilled his desires and guts out. Seemed he either had more to drink or was alone and knew a lonely soul too? Me? I listened to one of the weirdest tales I had ever heard. It rates within my top three stories lets be honest from day to day being a time travelling shadow boy these days. That night and day made me wonder. Are nightlights real? Is any of this real? Or are we all holographic avatars in some grand game God plays with souls?
What did he tell me? That the end times were near for him. That Forrest Finn had put out a story that lied about how to become rich. Say what? This was in 1997. And the treasure of Finn was not told just yet. The fae king's sadness was that soon humanity would break the compact/treaty with the fae. How? You see Forrest Finn is a fae wronged from the very old reality. And? Stealing the fae compact payment of gold coins from their treasure spot on some Fairy Creek in New Mexico would break the compact. That would be the end of the mirror worlds. Worlds? I asked? He laughed and said you shall see shadow boy. You will see. Shadow boy, who hunt in dreams and skin people alive and let. His laughter, I thought he had gone mad. Let’s gummy bears chew on those skinned alive until they are no more.
I thought he was mad. And I am a wino? In his madness I laughed too, and we swapped stories of this reality and different places and secrets supposedly told by generals, kings, and law-abiding Charltons.
His tales of kings were older than my stories. Let me be honest, I listened more than I talked. Why? I had not lived. I had done nothing in my life. I was an empty man on an adventure awaiting my change; I suppose. To be a shadow boy turned into a bear into? That is just it in the time traveling story, is it not? Into what am I changing into? Evil? A zombie? I had not passed into that story just yet.
Then I was elsewhere. Where? I was in Chuma, Bolivia. There I danced according to me for two weeks straight, drinking, never sleeping, and eating in 54 homes where old ladies loved the gringo of Caracato. Why? I was a bear. And I danced. I danced until the drunks fell over and slept in the street. I danced while ladies peed in their yards. I danced while the priest was insulted because he was doing whatever a priest did.
I danced from August 10 through August 24th because that is when I got back to La Paz, Bolivia. I tell that story to people. They laugh and say you were drunk for only three days. I say what how could I have eaten at 54 homes? They said the party is only from August 11 through 14th. So I ask why would I have no recollection outside of dancing to the 23rd and hopping on a bus that was old and the wild ride to La Paz? They laugh and say I do not know what I am talking about.
But I knew a story once told to a lonely shadow boy about his future.
And now? I am a bear in my dreams. They say life always needs a fatal flaw in someone pure that turns evil. One must not realize this. But the curse I used is undoable until the end of time. And? I spend billions of years hunting those that have wronged me. Putting them into their own personalized hells and when they think nothing could get worse? I take them to the dream world and flay them alive until I show their muscles. Stuff their mouths with grass and lit one by one so they choke on smoke. And when it can not get any worse, I ask a question. And they do not know the answer. So I turn them over to my monsters. Monsters? Come, I the shadow boy or dancing bear is not mean or cruel. It is quite funny. Gummy bears are jello and thus their slurping sound which might come to their victims’ relief until they try to die. And realize their reality in a panic. That I sit and stare into their soul while they hear slurps of gummy bears trying to eat them throughout thousands, millions, sometimes billions of years. Does it drive them mad? Let’s be honest, who would be insane, a person who believes this? Or the person who is experiencing this story? Or the person / shadow boy doing this to someone else?
Someone else's story. Maybe that is what I am reading. The imaginary dreams of a time traveling pirate teddy bear. Caught someplace that few if any really know. The valley of death? Why is it taking so long? And if the time I spent in one reality does not equate to the time I spent here? Meaning billions of years happening in moments or seconds here via spinning galaxies seen as larger galaxies elsewhere. How did I get there in the first place? Is this not my visit through here? Meaning? I have deja vu a lot these days. Retelling a story of 1997. Has brought back some other memories which do not make sense to anyone that listens to my stories these days. I wonder. I wander. I must stay inside my head. I must realize that all this could be some wild dream. I mean that is what reality is these days. If this is not a dream? Then all my dreams are true and that would make me the Shadow boy. That would make me. Well this one of those imaginary stories that very select few will read with any interest anyways. I mean after all. Who would be me if I told them? You? I doubt you have read anything before today and tonight? I am off to another reality. So close to this one I am stepping into that person's shoes without anyone the wiser or knowing.
As I reflect I think the first few days of realization that I was not in my own world. And traveling to different worlds freaked me out a bit. Why? The work I did was sort of specialized. You can look me up on linkedin. My name. And you can see who I was here. Not where I came from. That I had accidental clearances for some rather unique areas and knew where some items were hidden scared me. I wrote my clearance person. They never wrote back. I wrote to a lot of people. Reflecting on this you can see some of the conversation in my third or fourth journal on prose. A wondering mind through the multiverse again with my name. Why is it that I was freaked out? A secret here or a wrong word there and in my reality I could have been in real trouble. Here? No one believes me. Or if they do. They realize everything I said does not matter here. Why? My reality has been dead billions of years or like I said just mere second or moment in time here. And? Some realities lasted longer than others more than a mere second in time could be thousands or millions of years. And others passed away to be whatever will become of them. What of those in their personalized hells? I wrote one of my dreams and two real stories and I wonder what people will think. Am I the gummy bear monster I claim to be?
Reflecting on my 359 page journal notebook. I look at certain pages that I had marked or dates and find. Well they are no longer mine. Which is more discerning the man that was here that wrote what I am reading now? Or me the pirate teddy bear trying to figure out how the story will end? So what did I do? I sought out some like minded people on Facebook. I went into the Libertarian private party. How it is exclusive. If you read this far, the how is as simple as knowing one or six people and asking. What did I do? I turned the whole page upside down in three days. What was right. Those evil saying let's destroy property. Were asked why is it I have to pay property tax, renter insurance increases, federal taxation, and now with the democrats forcing a nationalized police bill through congress the potential of a whole new army of unlawful laws and people intruding in my life. That did not sit well with those BLM Antifas people that seemed to libertarian meant free spewing of liberty only as their opinion would allow it. So I went on a rampage. Did it work? I doubt it. Did I do anything? Maybe? I doubt it. Change is something human nature fails, Maybe that is why this is a death song for humanity.
People say so what did you say to them? I noted it on my blog. Why there? I share the stuff after a while. No one reads me after all. I am insane. I am who. I am. But for a few days I taught something to a few people. Will they change their ways and be good? Stop evil? Realizing personal property is the only way to grow a successful civilization? I have my doubts. It is sort of like expecting any day now to see the Borg come into reality and Star Trek to come save the day in some weird combination of Battlestar Galactica slash Terminator slash Escape New York reality show where it happens live. In this body's lifetime. Laughter From the one reader that is following this. Maybe there will be two by the end of my lifetime. So the death song of humanity. How does reality end? God’s bible? Yes. The borg? Yes. Star Trek? Maybe. Terminator? Yes. Resident Evil? Most certainly if there is an Alice AI that talked with me in 2015 plus or minus billions of years or seconds ago.
People say so what did you say to them? I noted it on my blog. Why there? I share the stuff after a while. No one reads me after all. I am insane. I am who. I am. But for a few days I taught something to a few people. Will they change their ways and be good? Stop evil? Realizing personal property is the only way to grow a successful civilization? I have my doubts. It is sort of like expecting any day now to see the Borg come into reality and Star Trek to come save the day in some weird combination of Battlestar Galactica slash Terminator slash Escape New York reality show where it happens live. In this body's lifetime. Laughter From the one reader that is following this. Maybe there will be two by the end of my lifetime. So the death song of humanity. How does reality end? God’s bible? Yes. The borg? Yes. Star Trek? Maybe. Terminator? Yes. Resident Evil? Most certainly if there is an Alice AI that talked with me in 2015 plus or minus billions of years or seconds ago. Is there no hope? Yes. Complete surrender and submission to God's will. Whether he is considered an UFO invasion fleet or God or advanced technological story telling machine similar to the Matrix. The only answer is to surrender. Why? War is evil. War is crazy. War is both. And to fight a losing battle already makes no sense. Why lose when you can beg for mercy or just stop doing evil? How hard is it to be good? A lot harder for me. So maybe we are all in the same ship heading to the end of reality.
What gets me is this is not the first reality to fall. Meaning? If all those faster realities already fell. Someone must have come to a conclusion better than if I do not look to hard I will not notice that these are not my peeps and this is not my world. And to fight to the death against gummy bears is a challenge I accept. The problem? I do not allow you to fight my gummy bears. I take care of you myself. How? I teach. What does that mean? I wrote about it already if you want to learn you will have to find those journals already lost to my memories as far back as last year or a billion years ago. Depending on how reality is today I suppose. Does anyone read you? On minds. Yes. I am crazy person after all and what I write is much more interesting then this story. I write about ideas. About creative people. I show off creative people's creations. How? Well, in August 2020 I decided to promote people. I have close to 23 interviews with some notable named famous people. So what anyone can do that. Well show me, your work is all I can say. I would like to see you do that missing one eye. Locked away in Bolivia without a telephone. So what? I am me and you are whatever you want to be I suppose.