Oh? You found me. I am a writer of sorts. A journalist to be more specific. About? The multiverse.
You will have to follow the links to my rabbit holes. And wonderland? Oh yes. You can find that here too. I was known poet once upon a time. A small time horror writer and director. Religion? Sure the mark of the beast can be found in many of my writings along with the plague. Stories of dragons? Sure why not. Cafe Shi? Shh..If you can find that story you are wildly down a rabbit hole. Pirates? My dear reader I am a pirate, a poet, and some what of writer. A long the way I occasional time travel, tell horror stories.
Should we start with a Disney story? A cloning tale? fairies? or a new tale? Or a pirate tale?
The lady dragon sighed. Ender? The lady dragon spoke, “You remember now?” Ender could remember the stories as if he had lived them. He had lived them and died many more lives than a spirit should. He knew his curse. He knew something else. Ender’s reply, “Daughter of Cain, I knew who you were when I drank your tea and partied with you.” the voice was that of someone else’s/ Whose?
The dragon lady just clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, Talon, it has been thousands, millions, even billions of years since I have heard you.” She replied.
Talon looked at her through eyes that had seen millions die. Planets eructated on orders. On whose orders? Atlantis was dead a long time ago. The reality of the matter he no longer remembered even his seven brothers. Let alone the daughter of Cains’s name. She? She had been in Atlantis when he feel. She and her kind had organized the destruction of humankind. For a purpose? Memories flooded. Of the CO2 gas coming through the ocean floor and wiping out all humanity within the coastline and then. Asteroids and nukes. However, this ending with the battle of heaven again?
He remembered the star bridge of a distinct reality. A reality so ahead of this time and place he wondered who int heir right mind would fight God? Even with Borgs, zombies, and hellfire. The sun platform could not withstand even one blast he remembered and the sun? Just a mirror waiting to use powered at least seven times to burn heaven away. In yet? It held only a candle of power these days. People forget their power to leave reality and God’s ability to play with light, time, and reality.
Ender the pirate survived the reality of the times. And thought he should have stayed where? Inside his mind. For the outside of his mind, of dread, he was watching the time of tribulation brought about by humanity. A sickness of dread fell over Ender. To realize all this was a man attempted to fight heaven coming. Space Force against heaven? Let alone do they not have the legends of old? Those in the know lost their minds because someone had stolen them a long time ago with project Montauk. And? It was the way of an ending of things; I suppose. To realize that each soul has a place. One in the book of life. One in the book of judgment. That was what John von Neumann wrote about on his last paper 5.7 billion years into a future that never happened here. Why? That future is dead. This too is dead. To realize all this is an illusion is a sort of awful mess. BELIEVE in Christ. In yet all the people here are dead already according to closed time curved loop reality. SO? Meaning I walk through the valley of death and fear evil? No, I will flee evil. Who wants to rule in hell for when there is a next level to this game and there? I find this part funny. The game is the game of thrones. I once or twice was a king maker.. And now? Those who feared who I knew no longer even remember why they feared those I knew.. Which is an oddity. Did they lose their power? I attempted to ask once. That was a dreadful mistake. Who are you? I am me. I am Clint; I am Clinton, I and Clinton R. Siegel- That did not go so well.? What can a pirate do other than watch in amazement as some people thinking that 400 years of technology hidden in the patent office can help save humanity from heaven? Does it? That is the trick of time. It did in a past. The mirror realities existed. And now? Laughter my soul hurts I know someone or something that makes this a more interesting story. Still rates only in the top 3. And now reality is just a question in my mind.0 People I think are afraid to ask. What is the meaning of life. The awkwardness is when you realize you are nothing more then an advanced gaming toy in a gambling venue where no one wins.. TO BE GOOD TO DO GOOD TO STOP EVIL.