Oz? Why yes I read those books.. And? Well, to be honest I did not realize their morality tales.. However, now? I wonder wonderland and realize.. time is but a figment of an imagination.

People don’t read like they used to. Mr. Baum wrote 14 books in this reality. In another there are

another three books. Your laughter about my escapism called lately here in this reality Mandela

effect is sad. You see, reading used to be my escapism of reality.

That until someone pushed me into this absurd story. How absurd of a story? I have seen the

rapture. Lost 1.2 billion people from my reality on Sagittarius to this reality on Orion nebula.

What were the three books about? There was a short story about some guy named Mr. Nick

Chopper. Who absurdly makes a dead man into a living monster. Almost like Frankenstein. And

it is very similar to the story of The Tin Woodman of Oz.

However, it is a bit more dark. Going into revving humans via electricity or something. Looking

back, it almost seemed like a Borg manual on how to build a human from dead parts. Laugh with

me on my escapism. For I can no longer find that book here in this reality. The other two books?

One was in wars. The other was a love story with Dorothy. I don’t recall either of them much

beyond that.

Surely, I am escaping reality. There are only 14 books by Mr. Baum or was his name Ward??

Sometimes. I wonder. And of the three I remember which is the most? I think the one which

seemed more like Wonderland, to be honest. For some reason it seemed Lyman actually placed

his child in that story. It was an earlier story about the Wizard of Oz.

A child taken to Oz. How? My recollection is that the child fell asleep like Alice in Wonderland

by a tree. I doubt I can recall much more. However, I do recall that one of the characters was

being told the does and don’ts of life. Almost like a nutsy rhyme. It was quite fun to read. Where

was I when I read it? Ah. Yes. Escapism? That story I can tell you. I was in a library on the

plains of Dakotas. My mom was with some relatives. And I? I was not wanted like usual.

And had found myself being left at the local library this was the 70s prior to the US government

getting involved with kidnapping children and all that. There I found a rather odd book. The first

few I wrote about elsewhere. An ex KGB writer, about how the Kremlin had two Mona Lisa’s,

one as large as the one in the Louvre Museum. and the other a smaller version. There were 28

books with Ward Baum along with a rather interesting text on things that are best left unsaid.

And a collection dedicated to Lyman from the Ward family. I think they thought he was part of

their family or something The Ward family had donated a lot of the books there. Maybe they had

all died? I knew I was related to them. How or why? I don’t know. But they had donated a

collection of Ruth Ward of Ward Baum books.

So. Let me think. This was the 70s. And I? I could read them. Not like the 80s. For some reason,

I went from being rather smart to be rather dull. Maybe Sagittarius reality spelling is the

problem. After all dilemna there is a dilemma here. And I did rather good at school up to a

certain point in my life. Shame on those that are part of this mystery. Did I escape them? Well, if

I am here and they are still there. Here has died billions of years ago to them and to me today? It

has only taken me a few days. Meaning?

I escaped hell and have no plans on-going back. Hell is real. However, they do have some rather

fine books to read. So now back to the 70s. I read parts of it. To be honest, I was not into the

Wizard of Oz at that time. I was into cowboy books. I think I was in Jamestown or Velva, North

Dakota and their collection held some rather interesting pieces of cowboy literature.

One of the books donated from a local LaMoore titled the real ending of Butch Cassidy told a

story I heard in 80s. Thus in that book that I read in the 70s which I think was written in the 40s

and published locally the guy as a miner ran into Cassidy in Nevada in the 1920s. Cassidy at the

time was running bootleg liquor. How he escaped Bolivia and ended up in Nevada the book did

not explain but some of the ways that he smuggled booze from Nevada into California was rather

humorous.

So? Where was I? I seemed to have escaped reality yet again. Which is real? My story? Or that

there were or are only 14 Wizard of Oz stories? I doubt I know anymore. I do know reality

changes by the day. So maybe I will find those three titles and remember to write them down or

remember them the next time they show up. Meaning after all Mandala me this or Sketcher me

that.. Time is but a drop in a bucket of reality for those traveling these days. I might have a long

way to go.

A long way to go. Yes. I think that was the story about. I think Mr. Ward or Baum had suffered

something. And the story held out the morals of what he learned. That life is cruel. And like most

cruel worlds, people were soulless. Or for fantasy types golems. Or for the Jewish types golems

too.

Makes me wonder. He seemed to address his failures in an attempt of rebuilding himself or the

character of the story into someone or somebody new. Seems rather odd. Remember, I was like

what six or five or was seven and this was the 70s prior to Star Wars or any monster movies in

my life. Let’s be honest, I was a G rated childhood and pretty much a G rated life.

All I remember was the monster wanting revenge and had a pretty decent excuse to destroy those

he could take hold of. And instead forgave them and walked away. It made me into something

different, I must say. Meaning? Ask those that picked on me through my life. I am owed a lot.

Do I owe anyone? I think not.

A time traveler watching the old future die. Meaning a closed time curved loop traveler can interact with the dead. And once more be dead himself in this case.  Awkward? Sure. Truthful?  The reality of the past having taken place already and the future dead kind of brought the time traveler to a point in the story where he said. "You know Solomon's statement everything under the sun has been done?"  Some nod their head. While others scratch their heads.  That is what I am seeing. Fate is a fickle reality and the only hope here is change and prayer.

So. My voice sounds a cross between Garfield, the cats’ and Eeyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh. And I sing.

I sing songs long forgotten. I sing of pirates. For I wanted to be a pirate when I grew up. But the navy would not have me.

I wanted to travel the seven seas. And swim in the oceans before Japan killed them.

In this photo? I was running late to London, England. I had crossed over from France recently, doing a tour of sorts.

Yes, people paid me. Yes, it was mostly out of pity. That poor deaf one-eyed one footed singer who sounds like a cat dying.

I had all my stuff in a pillow case suitcase and my guitar, which I could play only three cords. Reason the others were broke. And being deaf, I some tuned them out of rhyme and tune because. Well, a C sounded like a D and so forth.

Thus, my music was that of an absurd type and my voice matched. And the places I played were those bars where naked ladies were being paid. Reason? The ladies loved my music it focused their clients on them and not their surroundings or the music.

The clients usually paid me to shut down as soon as they could. Meaning if you ever hear a cat crying at night. Then think about that during the chaos of sexual pleasure. In a cathouse and realize my Winnie the Pooh voice might be pretty disturbing.

So I made my living crossing France playing at lady of the nights clubs and bookstores. That people would wonder how or who in their right mind would invite me to.

Reason? Oh, I wrote a few books here and there. Read by a select few thousand or so. Why? I tend to write truthfully and people at times want to hear that they are dead.

My life story is not for the faint of heart. I lived. Or live my life in a pillow case suitcase after all. And that I can show via photos and stories different times and realities makes those who read me wonder at times.

Latest notable work? A story about how we aged 660,000 years these past two years. How so?

Speed time and distance. In our lives, we are to travel 0.2 light years in 66 years of life. And? So?

Well, according to NASA and others, we traveled 2,000 light years. Meaning? Well, speed of earth stayed a constant. But distance changed dramatically. And so? Well Speed constant, and distance 2,000 light years. Means we aged 660,000 years these past few years. Kind of wild and, of course, I wrote the formulas with references and math etc out. And no one seemed to care but those watching for the Planet X.

That the Planet X is already here and so forth was another story. Here?

Sure. That story is written too. If you want to see the Planet X go to Google maps. Look up Fallon, Montana, and look into the sky. Then drive from Fallon Montana to Glendive Montana. Then look into the sky and realize that a simulator. Or mirror is hiding the planet and that we are or were all dead a long, long time ago. And this? This is some simulator and we are fighting the internet of things or for those into sci fiction. Cylons.

Yeap. I did not believe that until I read the ingredients of the vaccine. The little nanobots injected into the humans are killing humans, making those vaxed into toasters or Cylons. Kind of wild.

So back to the train and me running away to London, England. I sort of got the bug and decided to go unmasked across Europe. I was going to be the unmasked V. And tell people they are dead. Now. You think this is weird? Think I am singing my songs to those paying to have sex and traveling via train. And doing it all with a guitar with three strings in the tune of Garfield, the cat. Surreal? Surreal is you have made it this point in the story.

So there I was with this as my background story when I realized why should I have to wait 20 years to blow up Parliament of the United Kingdom building? If I did it now, I could cut 20 years off of building a track in the subway system. The idea appealed to me.

However, I don’t like bombs or explosions. So instead I sat in front of Parliament of the United Kingdom and started to sing my songs. Now England is a tolerant place for blind one footed gents. The darlings and The Boyz loved the songs. But the message seemed not to be getting to them.

The message? That the internet of things could not hold all of them so the vax was meant to limit their reproduction system and kill them. Sad but truthful is true.

And? The message did get to the Parliament of the United Kingdom which had me arrested for disturbing the peace after a time.

The moral of the story? Time traveller trying to change the fate of reality do not change anything and often times makes people that are trapped in hell not even realize who or what is going on around them.

Thus after I got released. I had my guitar and no pillowcase. So I left England and sought out like-minded people among the gypsies.

No one believes my stories

I had met Fred at work. Hard to believe this man is who I found out to be. According to

him? He did things the government needed done. But other people were kiddish to do. Like? Our

original conversation for whatever reason started with me getting a donut and offering to

purchase one for him. Why? He looked like he wanted one but had just stood there while I

purchased mine. He said, “Yes.” And from that date on in 2000 forward he has until 2012 or

2004, depending if you follow the Ethiopian calendar or not been one of the most consistent,

scariest people I know. Do I know many scary people? Depends. I guess. Fred however for 12

years would tell me horror stories that would make you think reality is not real. Example? In

some realities or worlds or places he had visited, Fred had been the murderer of 25,000 people

Siegle / No one believes my stories 2

by planting a bomb at a dam during the Vietnam war. Now the type of bomb Fred said he painted

made little sense. For he jested no nuclear weapons got used during the Vietnam war. However,

he would just laugh and say all history is make believe. Don’t you know that. I know enough to

just eat my donut and listen to his confession of murder and wonder about this reality. You say

he was nuts. I say he was working on a black project. Where if he was nuts, his IQ still

outmatched mine? And therefore he could tell me his histories or confessions if he wanted to?

What was I doing during this time? According to which reality do you want me to tell

you? According to my references? I was working on software programs that did military work.

And Fred? He was someone unique enough to cross over many fields of expertise. I after giving

him a donut found I got assigned to him for my work for whatever reason. To be honest, I think

he liked that I brought donuts to my meetings with him. And his project? That is the humorous

part of classified projects: I can recall what I was supposed to be talking to him about. However,

all I can tell you are his scary or horror stories. From somehow him helicoptering into Cambodia

under some guy named Thatcher. To set up an ambush along some river with some commander

named Griz. The guy seemed to be involved a lot. Why was he where I was? Who knows? I

guess this happens.

So for 12 years I would get these strange letters or stories to listen to. Then one day his

letters just stopped. And? Let me tell you something: the Mandela effect is real. And other

parallel realities? They were real too. Since that date of him stopping his letters, I have found

myself on the wildest adventure story any living person could fathom. Don’t believe me. Believe

your own eyes. I used to shop at JCPenny.

Chapgter 1 Beginning

Life is not what I expected life to be like. I was a variable or a person who lived outside the

system of life. I lived on an edge that few people believe. Do an internet search on Clinton R.

Siegle or type in the name on LinkedIn. A wild tale of a Montanan traveling the United States

ending up in Bolivia. Where Sundance died, along with years later, Che. Sort of an example of

legends to live or die up to. The current setting for me. La Paz Bolivia a cafe close to the

embassy. I am people watching. Why? Read far into this tale to find out. The excitement to see

the day walked by. I got up and followed. I wanted to see where these strangers go. Why?

Again, farther into this story, I will explain. The person I followed ducked into a construction site.

I had not noticed it there before. At what time did it change or not built or what happened to the

home that was there? That question happened a lot these days. My first journals were all about

the details changing. Details? Brands, history, people’s names, locations, and colors. All

changing. Say what? Let me begin with where I remember living for 45 years. According to a

poem by me which is censored here. I wrote the poem detailing life on earth. Where? When I

searched the Internet. The results showed that earth was on the Sagittarius outer arm of a

galaxy 377,000 in diameters. No known black holes. The year 2016 plus or minus and time

reference point 4.5 billion years into a future that no longer exists. Why 4.5 billion years? My

poem I wrote about how weird life was about to get. Earth was about to step outside the galaxy

for a bit. That bit correlated with 1500 year destruction cycles. (Siegle, 2018 plus or minus

billions of years or just last moment.) One reads about in history. Say what? The last time earth

stepped outside its galaxy borders. There was a drought so bad in 400 to 600 AD that half of

China ate the other half. People forget those tales. If one is a religious person.

The other time Planet X visited earth. Another drought noted in the Bible and Torah when

Joseph saved Egypt. Where Egypt gained enough gold to still make it one of the largest gold

deposit holders in this time, too. The other notable time? Noah’s flood. Again Torah and Bible

statement when North America Yellowstone blew. When North America attacked Russia. The

water coming from the heat of beaver dams wiped out the valley of the Mediterranean. Where

life was easy and good. The visiting red dwarf star along with Planet X was close. Anyway, back

to 4.5 billion years. There I wrote that earth math showed earth would run into the next galaxy in

365,000 years. (Siegle) While here? 4.5 billion years. So this is a time traveler journal. Let me

make this clear. The mystery is why and how and well. A tale to read while wandering in the

night streets. A reason you look at the strangers seated in cafes trying to figure out who or what

is going on?

So time travelers journal? Why are you writing it this way? I suppose the last 10 journals I wrote

did not meet with anyone’s expectations? I mean, what is at stake in a journal, a tale, a mystery

of time after all? Time? How can you say you are 4.5 billion years old? I have been reading your

journal “A wandering mind through the multiverse” since 2017 and well. It is noteworthy. What

are you trying to say? I suppose I watch the time of tribulation with speculation. Speculation?

Time of Tribulation? Where? Why? That is the end of the story. I am at the beginning. Let me

begin with where I was at.

On May 18, 2016, plus or minus 4.5 billion years into a future I lived on a parallel earth. I wrote

poetry. Short pirate stories read by many people at one time. There I can say I read on

www.deagel.com that earth had 8.5 billion people. The United States 365 million citizens and 29

million illegals. Say what? Are you trying to say you have seen the rapture? Yes, another and

no.

The alternative world I awoke on May 19, 2016 was so close to mine. If I had not been vision

impaired, I would have not noticed the dramatic change in colors in my room. Quality has

changed. It was a better world than mine. In what ways? At first I did not realize the dramatic

loss in population. Which was 2.5 billion people? Say what? When I looked I was on an earth

with 6 billion people. What I noticed was the colors were more real. Like stepping from an old

color television into a modern color TV. That first day I noticed all the public transportation was

much newer. My world we were using late 1990 vans and cars. In this reality? Everything was

close to 2013 or newer. Much to my surprise. Where did all this extra money come from?

Meaning the improvement was dramatic. I investigated. I did a lot of research from the Internet

to books.

What I discovered was a change in empathy and how life went in those different worlds.

Meaning? My world in 1967 Roe versus Wade occurred. From that date on to 2016. I knew from

radio and political ads that 40 million people gone because of abortion in my United States.

Here this reality today: Roe versus Wade occurs in 1973. Since that date the United States has

aborted double the United States citizens. What am I saying? That the rapture is man made via

policy changes made to ensure certain populations. Come now, the Bible is not the government.

No. But time travel and stories seem to be the truth. The rapture invented by Darby in the

1840s. Why or how? I speculate on that. I had found 40 million US citizens. In that these

realities abort double the babies than in my reality. Still, that does not explain billions or billions.

No. Yet, when I searched. I found China actually enforces the one child policy and forces

abortions since 1973. So this story is about time travel, rapture, and?

My journal is about my reaction to how life changed. Along with how I have changed since

discovering these realities. I worried I was missing people; you see. My Facebook network

seemed to be f with profiles that were no longer used. Were they aborted? Did they not survive

whatever brought me to this reality in time? If this is not an odd enough question. Think how

people that knew me must have felt when I wrote them about these ideas and changes.

My journal recorded how the earth’s geographical land masses moved. South America moved

for 80 some days going east south. Meaning from where South America in my memory for 45

years was. To which is where South America is now below North America plus 2400 miles east

south of that location. Meaning? Santiago, Chile, I was to book a flight there to San Francisco;

changed, it was an 11 hour flight. Now? 25 or 27 hours depending on the airline. That is only

your memory playing tricks on you. Sure, sure. What about Japan being off the coast of China,

not Korea? Or New Zealand one island above not below Australia? Or that Mongolia never was

part of China? I could go on. I do in some journals for some 100s of examples of changes of

things, locations, and realities of things.

So the reality? At first I thought I was in parallel realities. I was on the Sagittarius arm for 80 or

more days. Then that changed; too. I went to Pegasus after a time. Now. I suppose I should say

that on earth. Wild. Why? The luck there I saw was beyond crazy. I wrote long examples of kids

kicking soccer balls into the same two foot area 11 times in a roll. The speed was faster,

meaning the bus reaching locations that took 20 minutes in half the time. From there I noted

earth went to the Orion arm, then the Orion spur, and now the Orion nebula column. To be

billions of years old, watching planetary loops each night of a story for you to read the rest. Well.

I can point out I am partially blind, one footed, and was a noted poet at one time. So let me say

this journal is to investigate for me along the way what has happened to my journals online in

every way. From journals. That were online poetry sites, to social platforms, to hard hand-

written copies. The hard choices I have had to make. Along with what is my goal in this journal?

To change your mind. To change humanity’s ending, I suppose. What will happen?  

So I continued to dig through the books, the journal in the trunk. I soon discovered a

journal half in German and the other half in math symbols. Von Neumann. A complete last work

according to date and time and space when he actually lived until May 1957.

His last work “Die mathematische Funktionalität ist der endgültige Beweis dafür, dass es

kein Chaos gibt.” Or translated roughly the math functionality into a definitive proof that there is

no such thing as chaos. Went into detail of Game theory and that not everything can happen and

why. Meaning? The symbols were old however, what I could find in the Princeton paper

published in some journal clearly stated reality is a story being told by a storyteller or film

director..

The math symbolism showed that the sun or film projector actually created reality. The

next part of the equation included Russell Walker poetry.

The oddity of the poem was in German and no reference to who wrote the poem. That

took several ages for me to find the Secret of Light. What did the end of the poem mean? Simply

put to those that watch the Matrix. That reality is a story told by a storyteller who controls

everything.

Time traveler journal found written in German, Spanish, and English for a while. So, the

word chaos? According to the last page in the journal, every single thing in our lives is detailed

out in some book or storyline told by. Well, God or a storyteller, or film director, if you

understand the meaning that all solid matter is made of light.

The argument against the story? I also found those who attempted to change the story.

How? By swapping souls between realities and stories. Where one soul was supposedly going to

do this or that. Instead ended up doing that or this. When the bible references popped up the

realization is that Christ’s statement the first will be last and last will be first and the great wager

between God and his creation and story finally fell into place. Meaning? It makes all realities for

a purpose? Maybe. The story you end up in? That is something else. Some good, some bad, and

some totally wicked, and you wonder about reality.

What is the conclusion of both men? That everything has a purpose, and that there is no

chaos, and when God laughed in Psalms 2, he redirected realities to allow golems or soulless

beings to be part of the gameplay with those who had genuine souls. Meaning? The stakes are

souls. Or perceptions of reality that live many more years than one would believe.

The awkward part of the story? Which doorway did I end up walking through? Or? How

evil am I? For when you discover the significance of Solomon’s statement that everything under

the sun has been done and realize in parallel realities your dreams are real.

That I am not of your world anymore is much to say. I pretend? Or is this reality the

illusion Ig et after the game I played? I failed so greatly that they have vomited me out of God’s

will and now to search through time and space for my actual body. That I talk with fallen angels,

witches, and demons is awkward these days. That I wonder about if I still have an angel assigned

to watch over me? Yes. That much I know. I hope the best for them. For in each reality it is

different. And each angel has something new to teach me about reality. I listen. However, I am

deaf these days, along with being slightly blind. I wander the mirror realities and I wonder what

to say or do. I watch reality and realize that mirror reality is wild in the Drake’s equation of the

universe the number is so many 10 to the power 193 or is it 200. Depending on where you start

out, I suppose.

The Skimmer was being refitted at the dump. Several spaceships from a variety of realities of human colonies to planets completely owned by humans had taken refuge in the dump. A planet caught evidently on the edge of a black-hole. Not falling into it. But without the proper speed and navigational map, a place where entire fleets could be lost.

The Skimmer, a smuggler spaceship fitted with extra large generators and weaponry that used some dump’s natural resources of waste. The invention created by some refugees from a planet that had been the most advanced technological site for humanity before being wiped out in the galactic wars.

That Ender had been placed now third in command of the Skimmer meant little. He was still cleaning, patrolling, and installing equipment instead of overseeing anyone. 

That the next pirating or pillaging was going out coordinated with what is left of the human military space arm: some total of 423 variety of spaceships that had survived the holocaust that had wiped out most of humanity and left only the dump was going to be interesting. The reports of mass slaughter of humanity were still coming in and since the black-hole spun and time was a question of one’s mind. The whole idea was to take back at least one world where humans were still fighting. The problem was every single ship coming back reporting in said the same thing. Aliens had taken their world.

The dump a waste protection site built for storing weapons waste of aliens some 130 years ago. The last solo human survival site. The decision was to hit as many worlds with as much power as possible to make sure that the aliens felt pain and hurt.  

They chose fifteen planets. They assigned the Skimmer to capture supplies for ships that were supposedly going to planet New Hope. The dump needed food. Secondary part of the mission in the search for food to feed the growing human population on the dump.

The Skimmer went out with 49 ships to do a planet wide scrap. Which meant to burn the atmosphere from the planet and pillage as much as possible from the aliens. The primary goal? Retaliation meaning the dump had now only three million people. Out of a population of some 60 billion that had been spread across some 400 colonies, planets, etc. That the planets which were most valued were the target to take away resources was the plan.

The Skimmer finding a small vessel with little weaponry easily overpowered the ship. Taking the ship completely however per orders, taking no prisoners. The few aliens that surrendered all non-humanoids were pushed into the airlock and into space.

The new vessel quickly re-christened Mad Dog and a complement of the Skimmer ship sent to crew it. The rest of the ships went on a scorched earth ravage. Burning the atmosphere away from the planet. The planet tried to surrender, but since they had burnt the three billion humans that had lived there some 50 years ago. They reached no truce. Everything that could be found from space as we hit targets. The atmosphere burnt away. They destroyed six ships from a variety of weapon platforms and three military ships that had been stationed there.  

The fleet seized several non-military ships, replacing those listed missing instead of 49 ships going back to the dump there were 71 ships.  

Back at the dump, the military declared the war on the planets interesting. There were more ships in the fleet now. And the fleet found no more humans on any of the planets that had been destroyed. What was remarkable was that the aliens seemed to think that humans had died off some thousands of years ago, and thus the defense systems for the planets they had stolen had been less than expected? Meaning the alien empire had expanded across what was human domain and forgotten about humanity, it would seem that the black hole had hidden what was left of humanity from the aliens for a time being.

They gave Ender command of a small personal craft which could hold six people normally. However, since pirating was the only way to maintain three million human souls on the dump. They assigned a complete fifteen persons crew to the ship. Ender liked the name Skimmer. Re-christened his ship the Black Skimmer.