Real men read. And I? I live my life one page at a time. AND? If you think I am real you have not visited me nor know me.

Fairies?  I knew them when they were called fae.  Dragons? Yes I knew them too. Dragons plural.  Wonderland? 

Yes I know the place. Been living in a mirror reality of it for sometime.  Did not believe it of course until I read Borges.  Seems I am to see the end of time.  Makes me wonder of course.

You see I always suspected I should be living elsewhere.  And this? All this is some sort of horrid dream.

A dream.. Why not. I will take you on an adventure.

I got stuck again. Somehow I had gotten invited to a tribal sweat lodge in Lame Deer, Montana. Looking around, I thought most of the people there were on drugs or something. Let’s be honest, I was a kid in 1986.My mother had become a teacher at the local school in 1982. The people in the lodge were a unique group of people than I normally met on the dirt roads of the reservation. One of them was looking at a hat. For the longest time, I did not understand what was going on. Meaning they led me in and everyone seated down. It was silent. The person who invited me was not even in the lodge. I mean, I do not realize how strange life was at that moment. Then stranger reality became. Shall we say even weirder?Now, how weird was it? Let me say this: I am Mandela effected I believe a sort of because of this tale. They talked about other worlds, other realities. What was even wilder? They spoke of realities changing and dates and times changing.What good was this event in my life? Let me be honest. As soon as I could, I left. Sure, I am a non-drug user. I men I got in trouble if I was not home on time. Now, you realize in the 1980s talking about strange things was not the norm.Let me tell you what happened after that experience. I wondered what happened to Taco John’s. Meaning it would seem to move every week. Meaning? It was on the side of a car parts place, then it was in the parking lot next to Gas Pump. Then it was to the side of IGA's grocery store. Meaning? Remember, at the time Mandela effect had no term and me watching distinct realities being played out in front of me did not occur. I just thought they moved the small like trailer from one area to the next. I thought little of the people changing, which they did.Now? I realize that I have been traveling the Ways as some spiritualist coined. I think the best description of the Ways is probably a short story by Jorge Luis Borges. His description of the mirror realities probably reflects the actual reality of today. The outside religions? I would say the Kabbalah talks about rabbis traveling through the Ways via horse carriages, using different prayers to move great distances in hours instead of days.What gets me most? I talk with people. I talk with many people that have distinct memories these days. They remember completely distinct realities compared to what there is here in this world today. I mean, specifically for example my world Shakespeare’s father as a glove maker, home, grave, wife’s name, and how many stories, poems, and plays he wrote were all in question. While history now here shows, we know these in this reality.Meaning? I lived on a parallel spacetime earth where they said earth was on a Sagittarius arm of a galaxy that was supposedly 377,000 light years across. South America was below North America, not 2,000 miles east of its current location for most of the memories of my life. That they said earth was 6.5 billion years old and earth there would have hit by the next galaxy in 365,000 years. Means from my point of resurrection to here I might be 4.5 billion years old or all that life was nothing but a dream. However, according to the book Being and Time is the 1927 magnum opus of German philosopher Martin Heidegger and a key document of existentialism. Just seeing that reality made it real. Meaning? I know I wore Sketchers until a certain time. And all this since then? Well, according to Anderson Time Institute, I may live backwards in a closed time curved loop. Whether billions of years or just moments in time is something in my mind.Which brings me to what I can do as a time traveler. I can tell you about my reality? Or I can show it to you. Which do you prefer?  I must warn you if you step through the doorway, you must realize I am lost. Maybe I should post that prior to the story. Meaning? If you are going to go nuts might as well go all the way.The pathway or doorway to questioning your reality makes one person realize they are not alone. While for another soul or person, a realization that inside their mind they must stay for the reality of space-time travel is a reality for me today.Stepping across that path. One must dream or remember realities of dreams. For me? I remember hearing stories of endings of time or planets called earth. From CO2 gas rising out of the oceans and wiping out much of the earth. To astroids hitting earth knocking all man-made structures down, including bunkers. To hearing about China controlling worlds for a 1,000 years. Even to the last or latest story I hear that still is a nightmare for me? Hawaii was in some realities in December 2017 nuked.People laugh at the Mandela effected people. Not realize their tale to them is as true as life is to you. Their memories of people are different along with when people died, lived, and history. Along with geographical location.Passing through this world today. I realize that a closed time curved loop traveler might change reality or interact with reality. I say to those here today. Pray. Meaning? To me, what I see is for an ending of time is upon you. 

People laugh and say no e don't live on a mirror reality.  And I? I say ou don't fall down rabbit holes or links I provide do you?

 When I say we live in the mirror realities and people laugh and ask what does that mean. I point and I tell them Borges was real. Time wizards are real. That I use to be something different. And now? I am seeing Daniel 12 2 being fulfilled which is awkward. Because an ending of my story was different once upon a time. I use to be better.

A tale of an hit man a long time ago.

Field agent Clinton R. Siegle reports. Target was a philosopher student from Montana State University. I had just finished a Phi Mu, a woman who for the world of me I had no idea what her major was or how she fit into the grand plan of things. They had given me this assignment last minute. Meaning? I should have gotten a time off before my next assignment, but something back in the field office was failing. Reports of ripples in time were being reported about ideologies and people doing things they were not supposed to either do or should not do to stop the grand plan of the evil ones. To think I am working with the evil ones? Why? The ideology was more complex. That their recruitment for me was a bit more complex than a statement was or is or will be something to think about when that happens yet again. It will happen the question is, will my mind accept the new upgrades or updates? To realize all this is for rich people to play out their evil imagination is beyond me. Why would they not just be good and stop war and work towards world peace or a Star Trek reality versus? Versus what I have heard lately is that they are going to accept the plan by the Borgs. Why? I think the latest news was Unlisted on Netflix. It tells the story perfectly to make a world of compliant workers and? Well, that is the ideology problem, is it not? They will still have their wars. But they wanted to stop God from ruling reality. I think that what makes me rebel! in that the more you learn that all this is second in God’s time, yet for their souls it will seem like thousands, even millions of years. I wonder if anyone realizes how many soulless people there are in reality these days? Playing the unknown part of crushing someone with a soul to keep the game of reality alive for one more play. The student turns a corner. Wait a minute, I have been on this block several times before. Where is that light coming from? There should be an alleyway there, not a? What the heck is it? A bookstore? I can understand why he would go there. But? This is not from this reality. I knew that much. I knew all the used bookstores, and this? This was to be an alleyway which if I took would take me back to a frat house. Not a bookstore. I look up and read the bookstore’s name. “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities” Well, this was certainty something to report back on and find out where my target went. I was not supposed to lose him, was the assignment. I entered and could see no one? There looked to be a stuffed owl behind the checkout counter. I went down each of the 10 isles to find my target and he was nowhere. And there was no obvious bathroom or study nook or chairs he could hide in. I had lost him. I went to the counter saying in a mild voice, “Excuse me, is there a backway out of here or a place where someone might have disappeared to?” The owl’s eyes opened. The owl’s reply frightened me. I had seen magical creatures before in Lame Deer. Many, in fact. But owls? They were the bird of death according to those who saw them, the angel of death was always not far behind. The owls reply, “No, perhaps you should browse and see what there is to read?” With that, the owl closed his eyes. Since I was sure that the target was here, I made sure. I checked each shelf. And like the owl said, I sort of checked or looked at the books. I picked up a journal I had heard about at the training class. Which according to legend there did not exist. If it was here. I might as well purchase it and read it. Then going down the next isle I found a book by Clint Siegle. To see a parallel reality book by myself was interesting enough I grabbed that one too. By the time I got back to the counter, I had six books. And saying, “And the price is good, sir?” The owl flew down from his perch and looked through the books. The owl said, ” That will be eight gold doubloons.” I used an old equation because we were on earth in 1995. I say, “So what is that in US dollars? Like 65 dollars? Right?” The owl replied, “But of course sir, forgive me I did not check the reality outside.” That explained how my target had gotten away. A dimensional portal. It also would explain why an alleyway in Bozeman, Montana, would have been converted into a bookstore overnight, I suppose. Since, I had lost my target to time, space, or reality itself. I looked around the shop. No. Most likely I would not see a place like this again for a while. I was polite and find out as much as I could. I asked, ” My name is Clinton R. Siegle, and who might you be and where might this be?” The owls reply, “I am Mr. Whoo, and this is that which is and was and will be to come.” So much for simple answers as to a place and location in time I was at. With that I talked with Mr. Whoo for sometime about wars, politics, religions, and other realities. He was like that all you want or know professor who collected stories in such a wide range you could ask him almost anything and he would let alone know about it. He most likely had a book from the original source making him something of well special. We were together for some time after some rather wild story swapping. I asked where I might get some tea. Mr. Whoo replied, “Why next door, Cafe Shi is open, do you not recall?” Now recall? This was my first time here as far as I knew however, realizing that I must have been here in or as a parallel reality traveler I apologized replying forgive me, this was my first time here that I knew of? Mr. Whoo chuckled, ” Oh, I see I knew your better half some time ago. He actually sold me one book you have. You are like a double of him or let’s be honest there are or where or will be seven of you plus all the mirror realities Borges talks about.” Now I had trained in reality jumps. Meaning one. Not mirror worlds or seven jumps. And the recommendation of a single jump is time and realization that you are not with actual people or people you knew. For they are not really real or you are not really there. That Mr. Whoo’s reply, “about many worlds, along with many me, got me lost in the realization in how special this place was.” So thanking Mr. Whoo. I went next door and found Cafe Shi.

And cafe Shi?  That is a dream.