Oh, yes, I believe in ghosts, and now I believe in zombies too. I am a haunted person. If I told you how long ago you would not believe me..
A Mandela Effect tale
I am not where I was yesterday, that is for sure. Why? The colors have transformed. It was like go from a black and white television to a color television. The intensity wild is all I can say. That it appears everything I own is here also wild.
Why? Temperature changes. My world where I lived La Paz, Bolivia was a constant 72 degrees. We were right below the equator Here we are south by 500 miles and 2400 miles east. Meaning? I am freezing and the reason I am freezing? Who ever was here did not pack clothes for chilly weather?
That they call this thing a past life when I talk with the shrink is wild. I point out that if anyone is a past life; it is him. He is concerned. I point out some rather scientific facts and he wants me to leave. Why? Facts are facts. Me being here is my passing through the valley of the shadow of death. That he is dead I can show to him is not to his liking.
The proper question to me is how long have I been dead? I thought I had the date. Then I realize I saw something a lot longer ago and assumed I had been drugged or not paying attention. In yet, if I saw what I saw then. Well, then I have been traveling through time a lot longer than most people realize.
At first I thought it was only a multiverse and wrote extensively online about it. Talk about censorship. I was not talking about politics, actual question folks; I was talking about Mandela's effect and reality changes.
You can find some journals. Wondering mind through the multiverse if you are bored. The reality of the question for me. Is how long have I been dead and if I am traveling back to the day of judgment for my soul to be judged, why such a long trip?
I look into that mystery. And I find some rather awful biblical changes. People talking about assassinations of Christ and other items that no longer make sense to me.
Why would the world’s governments want to break the bond of God? They did it. However, the world governments also seem to want zombies. In these realities so both horribly wrong and horrible stories seem to be what they want here. I hope I am not part of this evilness.
I think the major event recently is the mark of beast patented on March 2020. To me, I would have expected preachers preaching and marching against the corporation. That patented the mark. Or cryptocurrency that if you read the patent. Which sounds like a failed military battery application. That it is used to track people and if the chip is added to sterilize people is awful.
So into the worlds with the mark of the beast, I go and watch. Being Mandela effected means I wonder a lot. When did a mountain move? Why is the tree moving? Is God here? If so, what did I do wrong? That I might have done nothing wrong is something. That I discovered a horrible truth recently is wild.
Not all realities end the same. In some recently as December 12, 2017 Hawaii was nuked. Those worlds were something to talk to, fellow Mandela effected by people. Listening to their tales. They asked what started my journey. I told them to look on Cosmo funnel. Then that story got censored too. So a time traveling Mandela effected viewer watching the mark of the beast and end of time. Anything else new with my life?
Why yes? I suppose that my writing has gotten back on track. I used to write quietly a bit. My poetry is or was something to read. Now? I doubt over 30 people read it a day online. What is my plan from here?
Be good. So do good. Stop evil where I can. Pray a lot more. Pray. For whom? The rich people. For what good is it to gain this reality but to lose one’s soul. A soul is worth something, I suppose. How much? I doubt I know these days.
The point of no return has already happened. The genuine question is, will I make it pass the zombies in these realities? Meaning? In my reality Zachariah when I was a kid, the preacher talked about the army being nuked and melting in a river of blood. Here the book called Zechariah, and the plague seems to show that the army becomes well. Becomes zombies. Sort of wild. Which makes the entire course on business and zombie commercialism a question on my mind. Is the corporate world the cause of zombies? When I investigate and find that CEO pushing an RNA vaccine. Which causes dementia and sterilization of humans. Also, is the one that shipped a virus from Britain to Canada after patenting the vaccine makes me wonder. For in Canada, the Chinese graduate students stole the virus. And somehow it ended up in George Soros owned Wuhan lab.
From the YouTube of Wuhan level four virology lab. Then compared to level three level lab in Kansas, one can point out that the people in the video. 1. Did not change their shoes. 2. Did not shower after each enclosed sealed door. 3. Seemed to joke about the seriousness of their job.
Meaning? Seems that this reality has a real umbrella corporation. Which is trying to make zombies out of humanity?
The reality of the question with the mark of the beast. Reading it sound sort of like a failed military communication tracking system. It also sounds like the Matrix or the Borg. Is this how the past died? It failed to stop the Borg from over taking humanity?
My original plan was to just keep on watching. In yet that sounds evil. If I am here interacting with humanity, maybe yelling hey you are all going to die will do something. So far, I feel like a failure. Instead of finding someone to read my stories and act. I get this is interesting. Or I do not believe the biblical prophecies. So I ask the scientologist about their movies, warning them not to go down this path. For that I got banned from scientologists groups.
Is there anything else an one-eyed, one footed expat in Bolivia can do? I wonder about that. The ending battle is already going on in some realities. The death cries in Australia of those forced into the vaccination program are wild to hear. Is there no hope? I pray.
That I see the ending of the time of tribulation today was not what I expected. I thought humanity was turning to a point in time where good would win. Where bad would feel ashamed of their actions and change? I felt there would be a change in this reality to be good. Guess not.
That the changes reflect the bible. Is amazing to me. Zachariah in my bible on Sagittarius talked about nuclear war wiping out people attacking people attacking the holy city. That Zechariah in the bible that I have now talks about zombies is something else to believe.
That zombies were considered to be consumer purchasing products in masses just because their passer by had something and they wanted was the commercial reference to zombie movies in my reality.
That I have found the mirror worlds time travelling via closed time curved loop travel mention in the bible now in Daniel 12 2 makes me even a bit more seriously freaked out.
Was I good? I do not know anymore? Was I evil? I doubt I have a mean bone in my body. That I am a bit of a loner is true. That I knew and was known by many people is also true. Why? I lived an interesting life at times. My stories are more or less about what I see in reality these days and I wonder what else to say. That the lion laid with the bear in my Isiah and the wolf shall lie here with the lambs makes me wonder. Why?
I always dreamed at night that I was a bear stuck in the valley of Lame Deer Montana with three Indians always pushing me back into that place of weirdness. That time travel explains a lot of that weirdness is refreshing to know that my mom was not crazy. Sure to me she was nuts but when she said she saw her stuff move she did evidently. That I sure as heck did not touch any of her stuff was certain. In my mind I stayed. Reading, running the dogs, playings sports not being allowed to get good at any of them. I always wonder if I would have succeed without the dream of getting out of that God forsaken place. Sure it is home to some. To me? All I can remember as a bear was I had no use for it. The water tasted funny.
Who tried to kill you in 2013 and failed? zombies- flesh eating bacteria 2 months in hospice
Who tried to kill you in 2014 and failed? zombies yet again flesh eating bacteria 3 months in hospice
Who tried to kill you in 2015 and failed? The government lack of response for trying to become someone else
Who tried to kill you in 2016 and failed? sometimes life lessons are earned the hard way. that is why mandela effect is so harsh. these people do not know me. they are same but different enough that I know they be not who I dealt with ...
Who tried to kill you in 2017 and failed? Week in hospital Traveling the multiverse I came within days of ending up on an earth that was nuked
Who tried to kill you in 2018 and failed? Traveling the multiverse that year I learned more about reality than most people in life.
Who tried to kill you in 2019 and failed? Traveling the multiverse I almost ended up someplace else which would have been bad.
Who tried to kill you in 2020 and failed? Week in hospital Dec 2 thru 6 again because the government is in interesting character
Fear and I are noble friends. For most of my life, I have been afraid of existence, I should do this, only to talk myself out of the idea because of money or fear. This is a short story about fear. Where I got brought up in fear. I was told to fear almost everything. Do not drink to tap water, do not run there, clean everything there are germs, no sex, life is short, hard then you die. Mystery of the spirit world makes the people ski-dish and a bit unreliable. Sounds in the night for the animals, bugs, sudden car scratches, people knocking over things. What ever made those sounds to a smaller extent than exciting and more mundane. However, there are those to a lesser degree, even less than one percent sounds. Those that send those who believe to the movie theaters. And watch scary television programs because they believe there is something that goes bump in the night. Well, one of those stories is about a place called Lame Deer, Montana. An Indian reservation with around 3,124 people living and triple or more in the cemetery. The reservation has many ghost stories, big foot stories, murder mysteries, tree spirits, and demon stories. The ghost stories range from burnt-out homes. Where elders could be summoned by drums to sweat lodges. Where prior warrior spirits can be summoned with the right mixture of mushrooms and stink grasses. The latest I heard was how nine terrorists were haunting the ice-wells because they had been murdered, and their bodies dumped in the ice-wells. Their ghosts were causing problems for some old timers fishing there. The big foot stories are told about how enormous foot. Who would pick on people by dropping small pine-cones on them? During the night to a priest who supposedly hit one going over the Ashland pass during a snowstorm. Murder mysteries depended on who was talking about who died. Example a chief found dead on the road from a heart attack or was he hard in the chest before passing on. The tree spirits or fairy mounds again would be told by elders about strange lights and going on around what are known or called fairy rings. The demon stories went along with tales of rich people losing all because hitch hiking on the road and being picked up by a demon with a hooked foot. All moral tales for people that love stories of this are this or that is that. My story is about religion and how everything is meaning according to my mom. This is a story about bumps. First, know about Lame Deer is in a valley. Which trees start covering the entire town in dark shadows by the tallest tress beginning at around six thirty at night. My mom started us in a Pentecostal church. Praying and singing is a big ideal there, along with women wearing dresses. etc. We went to a late-night service of singing, and prayer the pot luck ran late so we got home already when the shadows covered home. The first bump started at 8 PM at night along with drums going off by the old police station. Then noises started to be heard through doors and walls. The noises sounded like eating. The two new dogs we had just adopted were going ballistic. I know God still loves us all. Even so, at times, fear is part of life when you are told to be quiet and do nothing. The Chinook camper was between the road and house, and something moved the whole shadow of the camper. The noise grew sounding differently over time. My mom said to pray. I asked about calling the police. I was reminded how much that helped with my bike. The police chief’s son stole my bike, and nothing was done. Being young I listened and prayed until 3 AM in the morning when nature got the best of me. I went out and saw nothing but heard noises that sounded between crunching and fence bending like a wild animal having a rough time of it. Walking around the camper I was startled by the nose coming directly at me. No street lights in the teacher’s compound. At this time just the moonlight I was stuck more or less frozen when a horse whined and almost walked right on top of me. That night I learned an important lesson not all sounds of terror or terrible noises are frightful sounds that need to be investigated. The Thanksgiving after Halloween that year was spent searching for a place to live. My mother and I were traveling the back roads of North Dakota in a Chinook camper. We ended up at my aunt, and uncles place a few days prior to Thanksgiving Day. The memory was not of the new-found wealth, or letters but the goose hunting done in a new Dodge Van. It was early 1980s, and the van was making a popularity contest with those that could afford to live a bit. Anyway, the salesperson said to use the van for a goose hunting trip. Wild those days when a kid and cousins, uncles, and a dog could go off in the early-morning goose hunting trip. My memories were of setting up the blind, the goose decoys and freezing my hands. The whole time having fun with my cousins running along with the dog and playing as kids did back then. Anyway, a goose hunting trip was to happen you have to shot geese and boom; they got three of the largest birds I have every seen. Remember I was a child and weighted less and was not that tall. So the birds were as big as me. Anyway into the back of the van went the geese bodies, dog, and three cousins. We were waiting to go home from the cold North Dakota weather. Everyone into the van went; I got pushed into the back with the three dead geese and the dog. I like that dog so it was not much of a problem and seat belt laws were not back then. Happily, we were off to home. Whilst one of the dead geese rose-up. As if in one of the zombies in the movies now-a day in the murky plastic bag and started to flap around in the van. First off, the dog went berserk. The dog chasing the black bag from the back of the van to the front chairs where one of my uncles was there. The humor looking to the past was life and death really were something to see back then. I can see the hilarious picture of my family trying to get the goose, and dog separated while my other uncle was trying to pull over the van on a gravel road. Needless to say I did not sleep well that night. A few days later, the goose along with some turkey was served to the family. Just for spit I believe my uncle who finally killed the goose bit down into a piece of the goose meat and lost a tooth to a piece of buckshot left in the meat. Needless to say I slept less in those days. Being a bit freaked out that the dead could come back to life. Any ways I was thanking the creator for the life I was given.
Haunted
Haunted the hills of Lame Deer are
a group of Indian ghosts show up there they are
up in the hills between the trees they float there they are
next to the big rock overlooking the valley those three Indians watch over Lame Deer town
Time to count one, two; three Indians above the town
eternity may not recall them, but there they are
dark riders in the night above Lame Deer town.
Acrostic haunted about a town in Montana.
A tale of a ghost seen a long time ago
“You did what?” asks my mom. I looked at her. I retold her my story of seeing a ghost or someone walking in the old school house. She laughed. Personally, I made my request again. "Can I use your camera?", I said. The answer was a long winded conversation in which the final answer was no.
Not giving up I went next door. Asked if they had a Pollard camera I could use. They did. I said, “This won't take long for me to get the photo, I will bring it right back.”
The school was using it for storage ever since some students had hung them-self in the rafters five years before. No one had found the missing boy for two years. Meaning? The story was he had hung himself in the attic during summer break. His body had not stunk up the place because of something eating his flesh. When someone went upstairs they were not even looking for him. She found him according to hear-say. She freaked out.
Anyway I went in through the boarded up window in the basement. I had a flashlight. The camera. I got to where I saw the image in the window. There the shadow or shade or ghost appeared to look out the window. I took the photo. The flash either made the shadow disappear or something. I got out of there rather fast. I got the camera back to its owner. Looked at the photo. I had placed it on my desk. I asked my mom if had it? Because I had shown her the photo. She had not seen it. I said, “I know I put it here somewhere, it was gone.” That is my story of the school in the large white school house in Lame Deer Montana.
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Longing acrostic
Longing is something I know a lot of these days
online I imagine that I have lived 4.5 billion years these days.
Not that a closed time curved loop traveler longs in the same way these days.
Going through memories and stories along with people's souls is strange these days.
I ask questions, do you remember this, or that, or how was life these past days?
Not what people believe me, of course I am assured I have gone nowhere these days.
Going through mirror realities, one realizes longing much more than most these days.
There is a town Busby, in eastern Montana's home of the Northern Cheyenne, where the roads at night are not safe to travel or hitchhike. People talk of the hoofed man who picks up hitch hikers and takes them to hell. The town has more murders per thousand than Washington D.C. but very little is said because of the location is so scary. The town has no store nor gas station. The post office is run out of a home converted to having post office boxes in the kitchen. The ghosts are many, and few do tell of the tales of who is missing or who has gone to hell. The story most people say is "oh, they have gone south" which may mean at this moment that or may mean a shallow grave. However, just a few miles away is the only bar for miles around. Jim Town is the name. The world's largest collection of beer cans in the Genesis world records in the 80s. That bar is haunted by no less than 30 ghosts says the tales. The first is about an old drunk who walking home in the middle of the road was run over and dragged for six miles with his body parts smeared all along the road. You see the driver was drunk to and did not realize he had hit someone. The body appears at the door of the bar every time another person passes away in one of the towns close by. He is seen walking down the road. Then just passing the cattle guards he starts to fall apart. The second is an old Indian who got in a knife fight with the bartender. He bled out on the pool table. That occurred around the 4th of July, and well the bar has had to replace seven pool tables because each year since the table has pooled blood in it and sticks to high hell. The third ghost is a girl who was supposedly beautiful; she was fooling around with a lady's husband the lady waited until she was drunk and toke the girl out and butchered her and placed her skin on the fence behind the bar. She appears to women who use the lady's bathroom. That ghost shows up so often that the women always go outside to pee near the fence where she was butchered, and they pee there nowadays. The fourth ghost body is supposed to still be on the property. There is a pile of beer cans that has been collected since 1960s. According to legend in the 70s a white guy climbed to the top of the pile, and the pile caved in on him. No one knew he was missing for days. His car was stolen, and he had been a loser so no one was paying attention until his parents started to look for him. That was when people remembered him going outside saying he was going to play king of the mountain. The beer can mountain moves every so often. They say the movement is caused by his ghost trying to get out of the mountain. Only his hand was found years later, and that is how the story started on that one. Then there was the bartender who got stumped to death in the 60s. His ghost is supposed to throw beer at people, but I have not seen that one. Like I said there are many ghosts there. There are at least 30 stories I have heard and who knows how many more I have not counted. The last story I will tell tonight is of the cowboy drummer who was playing there on a Friday night. He had gotten wasted and for whatever reason got stuck on playing only one musical beat all not night long. He went outside to pee and was bitten by a rattlesnake without his knowledge. He finished his gig and got into his pick-up to sleep off his hangover only to never to wake up. The music he kept on playing was the song "Playing with the Queen of Hearts." All I can say is when I was cleaning up the place in the mornings sometimes the juke box starts playing that song without anyone paying for the music.
Longing acrostic
Longing is something I know a lot of these days
online I imagine that I have lived 4.5 billion years these days.
Not that a closed time curved loop traveler longs in the same way these days.
Going through memories and stories along with people's souls is strange these days.
I ask questions, do you remember this, or that, or how was life these past days?
Not what people believe me, of course I am assured I have gone nowhere these days.
Going through mirror realities, one realizes longing much more than most these days.
There is a town in eastern Montana’s home of the Northern Cheyenne Busby. Where the roads at night are not safe to travel or hitchhike. People talk of the hoofed man who picks up hitchhikers and takes them to hell. The town has more murders per thousand than Washington D.C. if a person compared numbers. However, very little is said because of the location is so scary. The town has no store nor gas station. They run the post office out of a home converted to have post office boxes in the kitchen. The ghosts are many, and few tell of the tales of who is missing or who has gone to hell. The story most people say is “oh, they have gone south” which may mean at this moment that or may mean a shallow grave. However, just a few miles away is the only bar for miles around. Jim Town is the name. The world’s largest collection of beer cans in the Genesis world records in the 80s. That bar being haunted by no less than 30 ghosts, says the tales. The first is about an old drunk. Who walking home in the middle of the road. There he got hit by a car. The car ran over him and dragged for six miles with his body parts smeared all along the road. The driver was drunk to and did not realize he had hit someone. The body appears at the door of the bar every time another person passes away in one town close by. They see him walking down the road. Then, just passing the cattle guards, he fell apart. The second is an old Indian who got in a knife fight with the bartender. He bled out on the pool table. That occurred around the 4th of July.
Well, the bar has had to replace seven pool tables. Because each year since the table has pooled blood in it and sticks to high hell. The third ghost is a girl who was supposedly beautiful. She was fooling around with a lady’s husband. The lady waited until she was drunk. Then took the girl out and butchered her and placed her skin on the fence behind the bar. She appears to women who use the lady’s bathroom. That ghost shows up so often that the women always go outside to pee. Near the fence where her body butchered, and they pee there nowadays. The fourth ghost body is supposed to still be on the property. There is a pile of beer cans that has been collected since 1960s. According a to legend in the 70s a white guy climbed to the top of the pile, and the pile caved in on him. No one knew he was missing for days. His car was stolen, and he had been a loser, so no one was paying attention until his parents looked for him. That was when people remembered him going outside saying he was going to play King of the Mountain. The beer can mountain moves every so often. They say the movement caused by his ghost trying to get out of the mountain. Only his hand ever got found years later, and that is how the story started on that one. Then there was the bartender who got stumped to death in the 60s. His ghost is supposed to throw beer at people, but I have not seen that one. Like I said, there are many ghosts there. There are at least 30 stories I have heard and who knows how many more I have not counted. The last story I will tell tonight is of the cowboy drummer who was playing there on a Friday night. He had gotten wasted and for whatever reason got stuck on playing only one musical beat all not night long. He went outside to pee and there he got bitten by a rattlesnake without his knowledge. He finished his gig and got into his pickup to sleep off his hangover only to never to wake up. The music he kept on playing was the song “Playing with the Queen of Hearts.” All I can say is when I was cleaning up the place in the mornings. Sometimes the junk box plays that song with no one paying for the music.
Strange? You say that like it is a bad thing! Lol.. I only collect top grand strange.. I am after all a family member of the Adams.. here Addams.. I was third cousin to lefty..
What do mummies listen to on Halloween? Wrap music.
How do you make a skeleton laugh? You tickle his funny bone!
Which Halloween monster is good at math? Count Dracula!
Why did the Cyclops give up teaching? He only had one pupil!
Why didn't the skeleton go to see a scary movie? He didn't have the guts.
What did the boy ghost say to the girl ghost? "You sure are boo-tiful!"
Where does Dracula keep his money? In a blood bank.
Why are ghosts terrible liars? You can see right through them!
Why don’t mummies take vacations? They’re afraid to unwind.
What is a vampire's favorite holiday, besides Halloween? Fangs-giving!
Where do fashionable ghosts shop? Bootiques!
What’s a monster’s favorite play? Romeo and Ghouliet!Strange? You say that like it is a bad thing! Lol.. I only collect top grand strange.. I am after all a family member of the Adams.. here Addams.. I was third cousin to lefty..
What do mummies listen to on Halloween? Wrap music.
How do you make a skeleton laugh? You tickle his funny bone!
Which Halloween monster is good at math? Count Dracula!
Why did the Cyclops give up teaching? He only had one pupil!
Why didn't the skeleton go to see a scary movie? He didn't have the guts.
What did the boy ghost say to the girl ghost? "You sure are boo-tiful!"
Where does Dracula keep his money? In a blood bank.
Why are ghosts terrible liars? You can see right through them!
Why don’t mummies take vacations? They’re afraid to unwind.
What is a vampire's favorite holiday, besides Halloween? Fangs-giving!
Where do fashionable ghosts shop? Bootiques!
What’s a monster’s favorite play? Romeo and Ghouliet!
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http://www.iceflow.com/riverbabble/issue28/F-28-SIEGLE.HTML tale
http://www.thegamblermag.com/clinton-siegle/ nonfiction tale
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Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas magical time of year
enchanting stretch of the year
realism is such a duration
reality is such a time
your mysterious time
Christ is missing from this time
honesty; What is a solstice time
reality is but a moment in time,
in fact, what day is it in the year
seasons greetings time of year
time for magical time of year
month of the end of the year
all time good year
season's time of the year
Happy New Year
Happy New Year to you
attitude time of the year
people greetings time of the year
popular time of a year
you are welcome time of year
New Year
Eternity of time for a New Year
with cordial consent in a new year
year welcome this year
eternity starting a year
all over again this year
reality time of the year
Happy New Year to one and all
A New year to start this year.
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving to you
places that people come from miles around to be near you
places people come from miles around to be near you
people cheerfully gracefully swaying some singing to you.
You need to give thanks
Thanksgiving day for those who are thankful
holiday with which to give thanks
always there is a thought of thanks
near and dear to all
kind and quiet to few
season's greetings to one and all
giving all of us but a few.
Indeed a day for memories of the done few
vivid details of good details,
A Dream to see
Sightless blindness of the sun natural light to no end
my nightmare of pain in my mind starts with no end
to think in pain in blind headlight pain to no end
health has left me broken apart in the end
A nightmare by day or night.
To my eyes is cast not right
on seeing what images are in the light.
My present is now my past without sight.
The sick nightmare- that night dreams
A world calling to me look forward to seeing here
caused me to cry in the light.
My soul is lost to the light
how the candle causes pain day or night light,
I miss the star's light
Wonderland
Wonderland is so much fun
open flowers talking in the sun
needs merely a path to run
dear tea party set up to begun
eternity will question what is real in the end
reality of a book's influences to the illusionary reality’s end
land of questions merely for fun in the end
ah, What is fantasy versus reality in the end
need to think to dream to run
daily the question of tea is begun
Mad Hatter here to say
all you, please have a fine day
for which is truth a Mad Hatter regular tea party?
On the other hand, a reader's question exactly begun.
We live only in the past
Past ghost's memories of fun and life
almighty recollection of the afterlife
seasons changed passing by in this life
time to remember to laugh more in this life.
Present at hand what can we do but be a man
at hand to be an honest man
seasons present-day happenstance to be a man's
time is but a moment on the stage of life of a man.
Prospective ghosts do the plans
approaching the past with the present plan
seasons future is man's plan
time is but a moment in existence to live in laughter on the stage is man's plan
forethought a future requires a good recollection of the past ghosts
executing the layout is the present-day ghosts.
That history will show that one of the most evil conspiracies on earth was true is awkward. That the government conspired along with the rich to do away with God's bonds per Psalms is a truth, folks. That the man that the manmade virus from England sent to Canada stolen to China was released is either a great hoax or murdering the population it was meant to. That the next virus was advertise by the person who owned the English patented virus sent to Canada in summer of 2019 about the coming future plagues and viruses is a mystery only to those that do not watch and realize someone is planning to murder over 80 percent of the worlds population is kind of evil. https://www.naturalblaze.com/2020/06/gates-military-funded-mosquito-vaccine-delivery-gates-backed-company-to-release-gm-mosquitoes.html https://globalnews.ca/news/7080776/genetically-modified-mosquitoes-florida
That the government is in on this and does not seem to be involved in enforcing the evacuation of those lands not going to be around in 2025 is kind of as evil if not even more so. People say come now. Comets strike the earth and there was nothing we could have done about it. but there. But the tidal waves sweeping the coastal regions were not expected? Or really? That instead of warming the planet to make more air via plant life the whole concept of burning 3/4ths of the trees and plant life on earth is something anyone can have happened. That almost all of the viruses, and most of the fires were man made makes life that awkward moment in realization that the rich are planning on eating whatever is left of your body kind of make sick sense these days. Th That the bible predictions have happened in that Israel will be recognized as a nation by 70 nations has happened. That the red foxes have returned to a certain part of Israel has happened. That the red heifer was born in 2018 has happened. That the temple mount is actually not on the mosque area is already known due to David’s city gate being found in a different section of the city. That no temple is required here for the Messiah to return is widely known. That a man has claimed that right among some jewish leadership is also known. So the end of the book of Revelation or Revelations depending on the timeline. What most people do not realize is the future has already been seen and has died. Say what? Mass is light. With that statement this whole reality concept is invalid. Meaning? If energy is mass times light times light and mass equates to light. Energy is nothing more than cubed light. The significance is recognized by several people. What does it mean? We live in a hologram. So we live in a hologram? So what? This is as real as it gets. Laughter by many souls who have traveled and watched many alternative endings of these holograms and wondered to what end is this story reaching? The day of judgment? Say what? If I am nothing more than a clay avatar and I know I died and this is all either a very bad dream which it would not be my first. Nor surprisingly after according to my journals billions of years have been moved back in time. However the deja vu played in 2019 makes me question my memories. If humanity kills itself by allowing the evil to win because no one has the money nor power to stand up to the evil people is just kind of awkward. Shouldn't life be a better place? Is the same person who said more viruses will be forthcoming now allowed to release genetically blood sucking bugs into the environment? So the end is already accepted by the government. That the BLM movement is an attempt to get people to move from their homes on the coasts and large cities that a nuclear war will hit is often seen as exaggeration. READ www.deagel.com and realize it for yourself. What is at stake? Empathy? Survival of humanity? The end game before God pulls the plug and says I am tired of this game lets play version 8.0? That is the awkward part of the Mandela effect is it not? Just how many times has this game been played on this exact earth? Is the planet not tired by now? Those that read Jewish lore know that earth rebelled against God when he made trees. The command was trees for food. Earth's response was trees with bark. God asked why on earth the planet responded, the past experience has taught it that his creations would eat everything consuming everything. Thus the reasoning for bark and trees and plants that are not digestible. Meaning? Earth knows of the past. So earth knows. I know we are nothing but light avatars stuck in a frequency of light in a moment of time. That all of this is a blink in God’s eye is wildly to comprehend in yet if you realize where and what I have seen. And then what I have dreamed and wonder now if I was truly there in those ages too. If I was what does that make the human soul? So? The key event coming up actually passed for some. September 7 through December 21st, 2020. OR Ethopian calendar end of 2012. While the original calendar switched out in the 1700s in some realities the end of 2012 is December 21st or 23rd. I do not know any more the dates keep on switching. That the new weapons system created by the United States in the summer of 2019 at White Sands had most of the design stolen via a Chinese intern in one of the subcontractors is already known. Just like the professor of microbiology and virology from China that hid in the Chinese embassy. So did it help? I can tell you in one reality at least China owns Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, all the way to Africa and into Poland's first two states. That kept that area for a time wild. How did they end? That I heard also. Each person's personalized hell was not something I expected to see. After all, I did stuff elsewhere. To be punished for stuff here? I am no longer certain where this is. It is not a 4.5 billion year old earth I can ascertain that much. How old? 20 billion years? Something like that time lag has happened in parts. Is this one of the final outcomes? Once upon a time, that story was told to me by someone I thought was nuts. Hell if you knew where I was and what I was doing you would say I was nuts. That I remember. The price is more than anyone has ever been paid to me. But I am seeing the after effects. I can tell a reanimated world being played backwards in time to a certain point to put my soul right to my body. Will it be for the day of judgment or to be spit out for another seven spirits to taunt me in my life? That is a question I await to see. So? Here the bible has changed yet again. What do I hope? I hope for peace. What else? That instead of the US Space Force fighting the quote UFOs. That they instead just let heaven land in Israel. That sun power weapon after all is going down soon enough. The earth space fence that replaced the 1950s space fence is not working properly is already on the network. Say what? Several comets have hit places recently. The space fence of the 1950s which was analog only allowed in a small football item ANALOG was and is better. While the contractor chose to ignore the criteria of football, he used digital and went with the size of a small bus. The difference? Whatever hits New York City in one reality? Maybe or hits wherever it can kill the drinkable water source of a fourth of the planet in another scenario. Which is this reality? I am no longer sure. That I do know Hillary Clinton was on trial today to give testimony. That an end of reality is close. That is what September 11th 2020 is now considered the end of 2012 according to the Ethopian calendar which is the oldest most used calendar in this reality. Meaning? None of the other calendars ending in 2012 have had any official use in ages. The Solomon line of descendants were to be king one after another until the 1970s. That the bible said the generation following the last king of David there would be an issue. The end of the world? Worlds? Let's be honest there is a God. Whether the great director of realities or film producers of 10 to the power of 200 galaxies with 10 to the power 10,000 earths with the complexity to play with time and color frequencies of light enough to make this seem all like a dream to me these days is wild. Why do I see this? I believe. Yes. I have seen my fair share of realities and ghosts and well no one believes me.
Clinton R. Siegle stared down into the room. A memory flashed. A memory from a long time ago. Before the latest brain wipe. 1978 USSR invaded Afghanistan. A secret service member had murdered JFK. In that reality, in a blue limo with only four people in it. Before he could expose that humanity had been in contact with aliens. Since 1950s in the United States. For the German timeline wars that had not happened yet, they were in contact with aliens in They rushed him-the 1930s. The difference between space/time/realities/parallel in many or events. But so difference in culture and reality time agents could get caught. Just by slipping up, just by replying, Abe Lincoln was a senator in their reality.
The memory? Minot, North Dakota Air Force base in 1978, the missile alarms going off. A young Clinton R. Siegle was being moved to. Well, from his memory it was the kitchen area. To the outside where the cement section of the delivery area was being pushed up by huge pistons. They rushed him down into the basement. What happened there?
Looking around, he recognized the seven at the table. The Bookworm society, and other flash but to a different time and reality. 1989 Close Up trip he had wondered off the White House tour via and stair case next to Abe Lincoln's bedroom. Going down four flights of stairs, he found himself in the White House staff’s cafeteria. Where he ate a meal with? He was an elderly black man. African American Political correctness was not in vogue, and he was an American. We spoke about tales of another time and other realities. Mostly spirits and what we had seen of ghosts and dreams.
Then an officer walked by. A military dress man that looked like Clinton R. Siegle but could not be. He was like in his 20s. While Clinton R. Siegle was 18 or 17. He followed the man out without saying much to the elderly black man.
Others joined the military man. They all looked the same. Clinton R. Siegle wondered about clones? He sure as heck did not feel like a clone. They walked to a spiral staircase and walked up it. Clinton R. Siegle followed. He figuring at least he would get out of the underground of Washington Capitols building. After opening three doors he walked into a room with no lights then poof. Lights. In the room was the four men along with six others. They all looked the facial wise but with different military and clothing styles. The window which had a door to the side of it when looking out was the Library of Congress.
“Well, well, so you joined us after all,” said the military dressed that Clinton R. Siegle had followed. He continued, “Take a seat and listen.”
Clinton R. Siegle sat down and listened to tales that would make your heart beat faster. If you realized what they were saying was true. That each of their realities were or was exactly alike in yet so different. Once, everyone was a round telling a tale. The man in military dress he had followed said, “Your turn.” And Clinton R. Siegle told the tale he had from his childhood. All this memory being brought to him as a flash. For the moment before entering Cafe Shi. He had no clue who they were and what was here.
The seven at the table Clinton R. Siegle recognized. His fingers glowed as hell fire seeps into the hand for combat. For along with those memories. The memories of the time wars. Clinton R. Siegle having to kill almost everyone of these people. In mirror realities were there. Several he had had to deal with more than once.
The hostess of the cafe Shi glided up a beautiful lady. Until Clinton R. Siegle recognized who she was. A daughter of Cain. A dragon. Behind the pirate dressed member of the Bookworm society. Clinton R. Siegle recognized the bear. A member of the legendary Claw Legion. Both the hardest to kill for he had taken those here through hell many a time. He figured that this might be another time?He was truly unsure which timeline or space or reality he had just wondered into via Cafe Shi. There seemed to be someone behind Clinton R. Siegle. He without thinking he danced into the defensive position. A shadow boy. He had seen them many a time. This one floated over to the table and took a seat. The dead among the Bookworm society?
Keeping bear and dragon in view Clinton R. Siegle relaxed his fingers. Shifting them back to flesh. He looked at each member and recognized the three other potential dangers. Von Siegfried, Ender, and the third he remembered a tale. One where he did not survive, but he remembered it however the name of the person slips from his mind.
There were now nine members of the Bookworm society. Still two missing. Ender spoke, “More wine, please Ms. Mu.” She served hot sweet Chuma Triago to all. A sip and the table was like in a dream state or world. Each of their stories unfolding, sharing memories. Of times, wars, fights, loves, heart aches, dreams of power influence. Similar or like heaven, only this was storytelling at its finest. Because the stories came from the viewers’ point of view. And if you wanted, you could enter those views of the others being interactively. And see reality for the others.
Clinton R. Siegle visited the Red Apple. A timeline mentally blocked in his reality. When Turkey was Christian. When myths were real. And mysterious myths of the universe were being told along with sold and purchased in the open market. A sort of stall appeared with some of the oldest and rarest books. Along in the bookstall? Clinton R. Siegle recognized Mr. Whoo. However, he was much younger and did not seem in charge here. A man whose accent in ancient Greek was weird. Clinton R. Siegle knew his language translator implants. They should work, but the words were.. Magical.
A whisper behind him made him jump the shadow boy. A vampire in the Red Apple? The word from the shadow boy with the word magical Clinton R. Siegle translator worked. It was not just Greek. It was fae or fairy Greek where humanity did not exist, where fairyland or fairies realm was and humanity? Was a horrible tale they told naughty fairies to keep them in line if you do not behave we will send you to earth of the humans.