stories from a lost soul wandering the multiverse..

Data encryption is the communications between allies, and the decryption has provided for some of the most useful warfare wins. This story goes back to 1956 the Viet-Cong were winning and communicating on non-secure channels as if no one could hear them. The problem since the interpreters could not understand the encryption whatsoever. The US entered the war with their technology assuming that their supercomputers and interpreters could understand the language. They could not. The military was at wits' end trying to figure out the code. The Chinese watched and learned a thing or two from the United States example the Navajo speakers. Anyway, the military after spending millions of dollars trying to break the code came up with some rather large ideas. One was to send Americans into the world to learn all foreign languages. To do this the military thought up an idea for a peaceful way of learning instead of speaking money or worrying the countries about CIA spooks. The president was talked into starting a program for volunteers to trace the globe in search of the language that could be used to interpret the Viet-Cong. This started out as a national program named Peace Corps. The world was the Peace Corps volunteers place to learn and exchange ideas about how the United States was working. Anyway, a group of volunteers were placed in Bolivia. Their job was to help the Bolivians. The national language of Spanish was easy to understand but what is nowadays called trade languages was the people lived in the country were of the most use. Little did the Peace Corps know that their help was being watched carefully by the Chinese government who had used a native language of Quechua with a certain dialect not heard in university to confuse and belittle the technologies of the United States. The Peace Corps volunteers were happily going about their business in from 1964 to 1969 when a volunteer accidentally got lost in the Altiplano region and ended up in a village where the dialect was spoken and Chinese officers were staying. The volunteer was extremely friendly, and the people of the town invited him back. The Chinese initiated their Plan to scorch Peace Corps. They hired a movie company in Bolivia to make a make-believe movie called the Condor about how the Peace Corps volunteers were involuntarily sterilizing the women. Needless to say Peace Corps was asked to leave the country in 1971 and never provided the United States with the needed knowledge that the Chinese and Viet-Cong instead of using encrypted communication were using a dialectic of Quechua from the south of Bolivia.

#conspiracy #story

success and failure are well the same in the end?

The enemy war is evil. Or crazy. Maybe both. Pray for peace. NO WAR WITH IRAN

Mar 9, 2020, 5:01:20 PM

Success & Failure

I am one of the most extreme successes and failures in this life. I have succeed in: working for NASA on Orion, working on satellites, working on software, working hardware for military, providing water and satiation with Peace Corps, graduating high school, college with a bachelor degree, and even getting a master degree. I have succeeded at being a slum lord for a time, considered an award member of most teams.

I am a failure. I lost my career dealing with the government because of health-related issues caused by being assigned 300 hours of work in a 160 hour month and performing that work. I lost my apartment complexes because HUD did not mail their letters, informing me of their decision to cut tenants’ portion of rent. Without notice. I lost my left foot dealing with diabetes caused by stress dealing with work and governments failing to perform. I lost my eyesight for a time dealing with life. I lost my mind trying to work around the failures until. I gave up trying to succeed.

It would seem that success was my start of my life and failure the ending of my life? Some would call my story bad luck. In yet, I believe I have succeeded. Instead of giving up on life, I continue. Instead of stopping and saying enough is enough. I move very very slowly because of my leg pain nevertheless I move. Failure was it my lack of work? No I did not fail at that. I did the work. I did the paperwork. Success did I fail at that? No I tried more than most. So I failed more than most. Do I believe in luck? I believe in a story line that is spoken each night, and it fulfills each day. I believe that I am at this present, awaiting the next adventure in that life. What is success? Winning at opportunities presented. Did I take the road less traveled? Certainly, my question to myself always was and always will be. What am I afraid of? And then go do it. Did I fall among people which misused me? I trusted where I should have watched and learned. I was naive. I trusted people, governments, and my ability to overcome obstacles. I trusted God because I felt I was doing what I could for right. Was I wrong? I failed. I succeed. I can honestly say that both success and failure are governed outside of my ability and my story-line. Meaning? Some people are lucky? Or born to succeed? Sure. Some people are born to fail? Sure.

So what is the moral of this story? I have lived a life. I did not suck the marrow enough out of life. I did not per Robert Williams in the Dead Poets Society paraphrased make my life extraordinary. In yet, I have watched in would seem billions of years now and realize that this story to has passed. That time runs out, and a story unfolds, and in the end success and failure are the same coin.

For what I failed to see in success, it forced me to review in failure. And that is? Trust no one with your time, nor money even when contracts are signed and sealed and governments state they will do this or that. For without review, and justice this life turns from success and failure at the whim of some office paper pusher who either does or does not do their job. God is watching and sometimes laughing for all the chances one tries makes their story something to speculate at. At what point does a human soul give up and banish life away from failure?

So what have I gained from failure? I have a unique story that gets people attention. People ask what happened? Missing a foot, and patch over one eye. I smile. If I am generous I just say I was a zombie for 21 days. Which is truth. My foot, and ankle died without people knowing.

If I am successful I ask if they would mind a fib, and then the truth. I start by showing them my other leg. A scare running a foot up my leg from my ankle. My wife and I were snowmobiling in Yellowstone. When she fell off. She got up and was speaking her mind which awoke a bear. I got her into a tree. But the bear got me. I left the pants leg a bit higher and the scare widens out.

What bout the the foot? I smile. About a year later me and my family were at the great salt lakes when a drug lord dropped off his shark which was getting to big for his swimming pool. I saw the shark got my family out of the lake. But the shark got me. I release a button and my foot falls off.

Life it is either a successful hoax or a mysterious failure. Either way God has a story for me to tell and I watch it through the ages and wonder.

Pirates

Pirates arrre needed today

indeed swashbuckling pirate should this way stay

reality is a ship sailing away

always searching for a place to harbor or stay

time is but a moment to those under the black flag sail

eternity is a prayer for those under the sail

sailing away

The enemy war is evil. Or crazy. Maybe both. Pray for peace. NO WAR WITH IRAN

Mar 6, 2020, 4:59:36 PM

Alice in Wonderland famous quote acrostic

Ah, that’s the great puzzle who in the world am I?

“Let’s consider your age to begin with — how old are you?’

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

“Curiouser and curiouser!”

“exactually,”’ the Queen remarked: ‘I can believe it without that. Now I’ll give you something to believe.’

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”

“We’re all mad here.”

Only I do get tired.

“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”

Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!”

eternity is looking through the looking-glass

Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

“Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one.

“And dear me, you’re a human child!”

“Nothing, just now.”

“Do you know what they call themselves, all these people? “