shhh.. a writer is writing.. a thought? a dream.. you decide.
"What if I told you the world that you see around you does not exist..." The moment when you are reading a book and the whole world around you does not exist anymore. Books build that place in your imagination.... a book is a magic portal to another dimension. The question is it real. Does it exist. I thought not at age 45 and three months. May 18th was a basic day for a disabled person who had ran away to La Paz Bolivia from the United States. At 9 PM instead of watching the final Grimm program I turned into bed to sleep. Little did I know that would be my last day with my family, my reality and a way of life. At 7 AM I was awoken by a woman who sounded like and looked like my wife. She was in a hurry busily ordering me around to do this and to do that. Now to understand my puzzlement was I already do my own thing. To have my wife come into my room on a day I was suppose to do something was unexpected and a bit wild. Anyway she bossed me upstairs to take a shower. That was odd. I showered downstairs normally and well. I did what I was told because well I really had no idea what else to do. I got out of the shower and noticed that the windows had changed. I went outside and almost fainted for in my normal view I would see a mountain called Illimanti directly south east of where I would come out. That I was missing a mountain was rather disturbing. I followed all the insturctions and was quiet. My next huge surprise was how rich this new world was. The cars, vans everything was like 3 years or newer. Coming from a world where they held cars together with chewing gum and string this was an experience.
May 19th 2016 plus or minus billion o ear or realities form here. and on I have been kidnapped into a parallel universe. My journal is cosmofunnel for the first few days and couple of weeks. My most notable changes are quotes, history, star charts, geography, and personalities. Meaning I told my doopleganger wife on the second day I was here that i aint from here babe. Which got me trips to see several doctors. I have been diagnosed and drugged which does not help that lost feeling one gets when you wonder if the person who wore your underwear before you used it to dry the floor like you did in the past and you wonder about time. You see on May 18 I was suppose to go see Resident Evil the final on June 4th. Now I understand you are thinking it is still coming out. Yes but you did not spend money buying the last 5 movies and watching them over a few nights to prepare yourself for it. But that is nowhere between here and there. That dates and holidays changes are to be expected in parallel universes was something I have learned to accept though at times I do miss an occasional party example the policeman of Bolivia celebrated 192 years on a Tuesday and then again I got to celebrate on a Thursday too. Sort of like when I watched the Uk exist the EU on a Tuesday and then stay out on a Thursday. Those were wild days and I again wrote about it on cosmofunnel. My problem was belief. I wrote several people asking them about God. Now to me in my personal belief I was worried that I should be praying to my God in my universe versus the God in this or that universe. My final conclusion from a rabbi who said there could only be two universes was both pastors and rabbis are nuts. Whether you believe me or not I can prove who I was and who I am. Proof one what color is the sun. In my world the sun is yellow. Proof two can you accept the word of a secretary of state saying something historical. Then I point to Hillary Clinton saying Abe Lincoln was a senator. Because he was a senator in my world. Beyond those example I have a long list of changes etc that I posted elsewhere. The point being a small change makes a huge impact of the world you live in at times.
Long list of events that happened here not in my world. 1856 Abe Lincoln a repreentative. 1861 1865 civil war US loses half a million more people, 1864 Lincoln ran under a different party not republican. 1912 Ford adds a loop to its F,1921 China invades and captures outer mongolia, 1930 volvo symbol changes, 1950 great leap forward in china kills more than 55 million people short circuitng the population by 450 million people by today, 2007 George Bush speech on Saddam proof he is from a different world, 2007 Obama speech on 57 states of the union proof he aint from here, 2014 hillary clinton remember abe lincoln as senator same as me, Donald Trump 2016 speech asks people to vote november 28 proog he aint from here.
ah you are alone too.. Blend in when you are a wild flower among the weeds? Shine smile your smile brightens the world around you. Enjoyment of family is fine eventually they pass away, friends move away forget or pass away..... only within yourself can you find truth.. That in the end we are all alone.. For the Atheist food for worms, for the Christian a surprise - Christ after all was a Jew, for the Buddhist a returning cycle where one day you might be at the top of the world only to fail someplace somewhere to begin again as a worm to learn some lesson that cyclic, for the Muslim men bleeding virginity which grows back on a non round world where logic does not apply,I refer to SNL Goat boy think an eternity of this skit - as for me I had a few good friends books that do not change but meaning changes overtime and realization that this to will pass. http://snltranscripts.jt.org/01/01kvalour.phtml What is wild I remember the tale but not seeing what I would remember.
ah you are alone too.. Blend in when you are a wild flower among the weeds? Shine smile your smile brightens the world around you. Enjoyment of family is fine eventually they pass away, friends move away forget or pass away..... only within yourself can you find truth.. That in the end we are all alone.. For the Atheist food for worms, for the Christian a surprise - Christ after all was a Jew, for the Buddhist a returning cycle where one day you might be at the top of the world only to fail someplace somewhere to begin again as a worm to learn some lesson that cyclic, for the Muslim men bleeding virginity which grows back on a non round world where logic does not apply,I refer to SNL Goat boy think an eternity of this skit - as for me I had a few good friends books that do not change but meaning changes overtime and realization that this to will pass. http://snltranscripts.jt.org/01/01kvalour.phtml What is wild I remember the tale but not seeing what I would remember.
Well. A book. Gotten from a bookstore. Leads to the greatest adventures. Getting lost in a book. One can find truth. Reality.
Lost? Sure I have been lost. Just going down the street turning around and poof. I have a completely new reality in front of me. They call it Mandela effect. I call it closed time curved loop time travel backwards in time. Locals call me nuts at times. Telling me the mountain did not move. For them sure. For me? Nope, it sure has moved. Same with South America, Seattle, Washington, Japan, New Zealand. Lost? I use to be able to walk a city and go to a specific place after seeing it once. So? You are a small town boy. Who lived in Sunnyvale then Goleta, California. Columbus, Ohio, Bismarck North Dakota, Austin Texas, Denver, Colorado, Orlando, Florida, Salt Lake City and many more. That is just to name a few places I could easily find a good cafe or bookstore at. I knew places and people and locations. Now? Now. I rise the public transportation with a mind of adventure. I mean traveling time one never knows when a cafe will be opened closed or disappear from one reality to the next. I think that was the funny part about talking to Louis before he passed away. He scared me. Old English teacher here in La Paz, Bolivia. He was traveling too. And what he told was funny. I mean to me it is. To you? Nothing new. I mean you are stuck here and I? Tomorrow will be lost someplace else. Do I care? Awe. Carrying. I think the most awkward part of time travel. It is not a single person I know in my household can tell me a specific story we had together. That if you would have lived with me on my world you would have known. That and cheese. I think who ever freezes your cheese at night might not know what cheese tasted like. Maybe it is the Matrix effect everything tastes like chicken. Lost? I will tell you one of the better lost stories. Sept 2016 Wild. I am not sure if I am going crazy or if the time has changed. Or seasons. I remember winter in Bolivia and this.. This is not the weather I remember. Being blind for a year and half, maybe I am just more crazy than I think I am. Some things have changed so dramatically. I wonder a lot these days. I think I should not have read that book. To realize this now is a bit too late. Everything seems the same in yet. I can not put my finger on what has changed. The people? Yes, their personalities in yet. I get to go outside tomorrow can’t wait. In the early morning walking outside for the first time since my eyes went blood red. And I saw galaxies swirling in my eyes all in blood for sometime. Leaving the doorway, I almost faint. My mountain is gone. I am not sure what to do? How can I misplace an entire mountain in my memory? I ask a simple question where is it? The reply rather floors me. My pronoun-cation of the mountain and their reply to the word is totally different. What has happened? The mystery deepens when I realize a whole side of the mountain I live on has slated down by an additional degree or so. And either someone in one year has decided to paint every single house in the neighborhood or I am no longer where I was at. I ask about a friend. I try to explain what I am seeing. He laughs, and that is that nothing. I insist. Some months and several realities later, I finally force the issue and have him drive me to my mountain. The google says 3 hours 15 minutes. Wild. We are driving on paved roads. How can this be? I knew the road was dirt. When did they pave it I ask? I don’t recall the answer. Four hours into the drive I think my friend is getting nervous. Why? The mountain has moved. And google maps either is crazy or has no concept of how fast a crazy driver of Bolivia can drive. He sped up when I mention that I thought the mountain was on the left side of the road when we crossed the bridge and now it is on the right side? Right? He concurs and starts more quizzing me on a story I had about something else. Five hours into the trip and either 80 kilometers on a paved road has no concept of distance and speed or we are lost. Can not be lost the navigator screen keeps on showing a path. In yet? We were going rather fast. He was or is a policeman so he can skip the speed limit and I am sure we should have been there in an hour. We finally reach a small town at the supposedly base of the mountain. Only now it is on the other side of a mountain. Makes no sense. According to the store owner where I purchase some snacks we passed it and the mountain is just down the road a few kilometers. Since when did Bolivia use Kilometers? This is South America and under the guidance of the United States used miles. Freaking out my driver and I go back the way we come. Some how missing the road to the mountain. I ask to stop. We both get out and look back. There is the mountain. Wild. Where was it when we went up the road? Well, I guess I won’t get to stand on the mountain. And the next day there is a party and I try to discuss our trip to the mountain. My friend is weird ed out dramatically. Seems I have taken his soul to another world. Meaning? He is a bit peeved because a certain location within La Paz has changed. I did not tell him everyone he knew also had different stories and a different reality. Why freak him out more than what was happening to him? I think the key to the event was the realization. I shall not be able to get on the right path to the mountain. Or riding a bus looking at a very lovely lady. Then almost having a heart attack because when you look back she has aged to like being 60 or 70 year of age. Or Challenges? Yes. I have had them. Like? I was preparing to take a math class spring of 1989 my junior year. I wanted to get 9 credits to start off college. I had already made plans. When suddenly I found my mother deciding for me to go on Close Up trip to Washington D.C,. I was not really happy with this idea. The group going were the upper class of juniors. I personally wanted to do something else. I did not get involved with most of the auctions to raise money. Why? I was not invited. Time to go I owed more money than what I thought the trip was worth. I asked to not go. No. I must go. It was to be an experience. I gave up on my college classes at Dull Knife and went the spring of 1989 to Washington. There the Chinese ambassador and I got into an argument over a question. Let me be blunt. I said China would invade Taiwan if the US was not supporting Taiwan. You might wonder why this was important? If you are Mandela effected some of you will remember that tank guy got ran over in your realities. While in my reality tank guy lived and served 10 years in some form of prison camp. I did not hear much about him after his arrest or if he lived after the arrest. What am I trying to say? Time traveler exist for a purpose to remind humanity to change their ways and be kind. Is that all the story? I could talk about arguments with Ron Marlone the US congressman on insurance and sports. Or a dream? Or the time I slipped away from the guided tour of the White House went to the side panel staircase. It was by Lincoln bedroom. The door clicks inward. Taking the star case down four floors to the cafeteria ran almost all by African Americans. I got a free lunch there. Why? I forget to be honest. Anyways I went out from there tand saw Ted Kennedy get off one of those little train like vehicles. He was with another senator I do not recall his name and a few other people. Then I found someone. Who? Let me be honest this is that haziness of a dream state kicks in. He looked almost like me. I sort of followed him down the left tunnel. Why? I was a junior in high school. I did not party, I was not anybody and well I just wanted to see where a person so similar to me could end up in Washington D.C. He was greeted and joined another group of people most in military uniforms. And they ended up at a steel spiraling staircase. The staircase could only take one person at a time and they meaning five of them went up each over there time. Now this is why I say this is a dream. Because if it was not the whole story does not make sense to me anymore. I saw them go up and well if I saw them. They could see me. The underground there is dark but the lighting was not that bad. Having gone this far I figured why not. I climbed up the stairs and entered into a closed area in front of a door. I pushed and the door opened. There were the five and a whole lot more people sitting around in a circle. There I could see through glass that some how I was now in a room in the Library of congress. I had entered no one seemed to care and well I went and sat down. Now, what was said? Let me say it was a story hour. Meaning? I had never heard of Robert Francis Burton until 2017. In yet, if there were ever a group of people like him. This was it. The stories were wild and crazy as far as I could tell. Each person would or seemed to get up and tell a story as long or bigger than the last one. From doing strange things to seeing things. They went around the room. Front sits first than the second row in which I was seated. I felt like I had no problem being here. I mean I knew tall tales too. The man prior to me told an extraordinary tale. About World War I and reality changes he remembered one way versus. Well let me be honest the way I remember history. Now, he stopped and they waited. For a moment I did not know what to do. I mean sort of like party crashing the first time with people you do not know. Then someone that I later met in 2000 at the Columbus, Ohio military parade asked me to tell a story. So since the gentleman told a World War I story. I followed up with story told to me by my great cousin's friend who was a junk-man. At the end I sat down. Thinking I had told it rather well and no one seemed even phased. That some teenager was sitting with military and politicians tell a story. Then the next person began his story. This happened again each person telling a story. What made this so unreal is what I had learned in history class versus the exploits or the narratives were. Each person telling the story seemed rather unreal. There were eleven men in that room and they told stories until after 10 PM. I had left the tour a little before 11 AM. Why this sems like so much of a dream is I do not recall eating or drinking. When my turn came around again I told them a personal story that I remembered as a kid of seven being involved with. Dealing with cloning. I mean if they can say Hitler's eyes were brown not blue or that Bob Crane died in 1977 not 1978 or 79? And they knew who his killer was. What matter if I told the story? However, after telling them this story I was in for a bit of a surprise. Evidently cloning was not a topic for the group. Again a future general I would meet later in life asked who I was and what I was doing there. I admitted I was a lost high school student just listening to some of the funnest stories I had ever heard. This did not go over so well. The guy that looked sort of like me said no problem to the group and promised to take care of things. That was around 10ish. He got me out of there and into the underground subway. Some how he knew my hotel for I had not a clue where Close Up was staying and got me to my stop three blocks away. This was 89 when Washington DC was the murder capital of the world. He asked if I was scared. I kind of laughed. You see. I told him one last story. That I came from the murder capital of the world. Math wise. He laughed and we parted ways. Now a days I wonder about that dream.
The world has changed. The challenge will be to be good for a thsouand years without being bored. What the world is going to be come is evil is good an devil will be goood. Thus is the world story teller book about the world. What will save the life of the one who will care for you. People caring about your life who will care. The romance started witha brush of hand and an eye contact. She was blond beautiful and wild. While a shy litle boy was still trying to figure out what the world is about what to eat and how to wear pants when losing weight at a rapid rate. the world was stranger thaen expected. That awkward moment in time when you read 6.5 billion year earth you lived on in 2016 at least and now 4.5 billion years later you wonder.. Just when did I ever get boring? I doubt I did.
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.
Adventure reading is a life on its own
Dreaming of ships fighting in space or at sea
Vivid books storytelling a venture is insane
Eternity written across the universe of books
Need a memory live within an adventure in a tale
Time is nothing for those that read
Until one realizes time has passed by
Reality is nothing compared to space divided by light cubed
Eternity is the book of life written within a book
Reading pirate stories is a truth
Eternity, a storyteller’s dream
A memory in time
Dreaming about a story told for eternity
I live as a pirate throughout time
happy unbirthday, hope you have a wonderful day. some thoughts.. U lost your mind and I am making no effort to look for it. If you do not live for something .. you will die for nothing. Humans should not meddle in the affairs of dragons ... humans after all taste good with ketchup...A book is a magic portal to another dimension- taken a book is better than any drug to be high on for to read brings about imagination and dreams. The secret is not to tell those that could reach this stage but to hold onto this reality a bit by bit to make it yours. It is first responsibility of dreamers to question the authority of those seeking to enter. Secrets after all are only true when one and only one knows them. To reach these secrets visiting a person that happens to see the world a little differently such as a poet, writer, or those just a bit off and talking with them happens to open their minds to ideas. Think before thinking becomes illegal. Read before they burn or destroy the books again... Imagine before the end... Do not wish, not to know. Because you prefer to remain unenlightened, to better be a cow slaughtered in the dark. The end was here and a poor poet I am. A hero to no one who remembers. However, within my imagination, I am someone as important as the next person an influencer of good with a little naughty on the side. Someone you are pleased to know of but do not really know for sure. For how can one know a poet’s heart when his words on paper stray from politics to famous people to a cartoon drawn just recently by noon? To say I am recognizable is a short statement to those that read tiny articles or notes pinned here and there. Alternatively, poor poetry sent to people that had half a mind not read it for what is a poet, but a small person within himself caught by today’s light and in the night as unbalanced as a mad hatter at a tea party with Alice in Wonderland So few actually remembers days as a poet nor see through his eyes how the world was changing due to people lack of kindness or rareness. Shame is but sadness today. Forgotten is the way to be true and heart-felt best friends to a mad hatter. I am currently unsupervised I know, it freaks me out too. but the possibilities are endless. Blessed are the weird people-- poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours-- for they teach us to see the world through different eyes. So you are okay with the government having the weaponry to annihilate all life on earth.. But you are upset with someone that owns a rifle that holds 30 rounds? When someone tells me I live in a fantasy world, I take that as a compliment. Never be afraid to sit awhile and think. The most precious jewels you will ever have around your neck are the arms of your children. Can you handle all this awesomeness? We are each given a limitless capacity to love and attain wisdom. The extent we use these gifts is our choice. One can not be spiritually fulfilled until another animal has touched one's soul. "YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH PEOPLE'S MINDS" writer's block when your imaginary friends stop talking to you. clint the world is an odd place now a days. Is it life of ease just losing its ease. or is it life just being what it is hardship due to overeating, over borrowing, etc.. Do your research. Read stimulate your mind. Challenge yourself. Don’t just be puppets on a string. I might be crazy but crazy is better than stupid. I am the same person I was before you found out I have a mental disorder. Crazy people do not know they are crazy. I know I am crazy therefore I am not crazy, isn't that crazy. Welcome to my page! Straight jackets are on the left and meds are on your right and keep your hands off my crayons. You do not need to be yourself here. Pick a personality that would fit you and try it on. Some days I color outside the lines and other days I color within the lines. Now accepting applications: for partner in crime. Must be a fluent smart ass and little to no morals kids language please and partial nudity is up to you. Also you must by Happy. The six voices in my head do not want that goofy character. Be happy all the time it drives people crazy. You meet me on the internet. I do live in a gated community. I have taken up photography because it is the only hobby where I can shoot people and cut their heads off without going to jail. There is only so much insanity you can blame on the full moon. The rest is just everyday bat shit crazy people being themselves. Being happy doesn’t mean everything is going good. It just means the drugs are working. I like being at home in my own little world with my books, kids, and wife. The real world is full of too many assholes. Good friends offer advice and words of wisdom. Real friends come over unannounced with vodka, chocolate, glitter, duct tape, cat suits, explosives and a plan. If you’re happy and you know it, what combination of prescription medication are you on? Every family has one weird relative. If you don’t know who it is, then it is probably you- welcome to the family.