So Pepe Le Pew gets cancelled and Wet A$$ P**sy is performed on the Grammies? Just checking to see if I woke up in Hell.

I had gone to bed in one reality and awoken in a different reality. That's when I started to say “Hey! Wait a minute!” I got to go to 17 doctors for a complete check up which showed all the death sentences that I had been given in 2014 did nothing but confuse me. You can only hear you have kidney failure. Take this medicine. Your eyes are bloodshot due to diabetes of the eyes. The blood will get worse and you will go blind. Your stump is still bleeding after two years of having your left foot and a foot of your left leg cut off and the bacteria is bad. Plus other 13 doctors total 120 pages for my collection of doctor notes saying I am dying. Sure I should have collectd something else. I did that in 2013 to 2015. I had collected autographs and put them online at poetry.com which went away sometime in 2016 or one or two billion years ago that went away in a moment's time. Laughter is sweet when you are dying. No one believes a word one writes. That I remember dying when I was like 3 years old. Then 5 years old. And then 8 years old. And so forth seldom even comes up these days. I think people get unnerved about why I write telling them to change their ways. They do not want to go where I have been. That I can tell you. Who wants to be there? A parallel multiverse adventure is fun. Sure I have tasted cheese on thousands mayb 10s of thousands of worlds. But being a ghost and recognizing that since 2016 or 4.5 billion years ago or time has sped up for some realities while slowing down for others allowing my spirit or soul to pass back through worlds too. That is just it. I am not sure. Did I escape hell or am I going to the day of judgment for another time in hell or? That is the uncertainty of this time I suppose. The time of tribulation? Sure why not. The Mark of the Beast being Microsoft patent 2000060606. A plague for Revelation plagues. I guess all mankind does is try to end itself over and over again. I suspect I at one point was a badass? Now? I am glad for pizza delivery.

What is it like being a ghost? It is amazing at times. People forget they already told me their story. Or they add just a bit more to their stories and I have to do a double take and figure out what to say to some new revelation and wonder? Did this happen in my reality or just in this reality? And which happened first? Meaning? If time slowed down here and was rather fast where I came from or who was first? Meaning? Faster means usually first right? When I lived on Sagittarius I wrote a poem called the end of earth. There I referenced the internet where it said we would hit the next galaxy in 365000 years. That the milky way was supposedly 377,000 light years across. And that I was on the outside arm of the galaxy not within the galaxy. The poem talked about death. Rationale? Simple the earth was about to step outside the galaxy and be fried by x rays for seven to twelve years. Kind of exciting.

Then 2016 I awoke to a new reality each day. Traveling from Sagittarius to an arm of the galaxy no longer on the maps here Pegesus. Then to the Orion arm, Orion spur, and down the rabbit hole of Orion nebula my spirit has been watching what the book of Revelation which passing in some realities was called Revelations states the end of humanity and the beginning of the end to some. Do I believe it? I read Microsoft patents. Seems like the beginning of the Borg collective. No thank you. I already have issues with people being around me. I could not would not care to hear or think or have my thoughts expanded on by Microsoft. Just think of their viruses on computers and think there are a lot of people that do not like me already. I could see myself ending up dead or doing something stupid under their control. Nope. No thank you.

So a ghost? What is funny? That was my nickname. A long long time ago or only a moment ago depending on how one looks at time. Bigfoot, ghost, and a few other names over the years. Am I Clint? Clinton? Clinton R? And this is the wild part. I remember when my last name was not Siegle but Siegel. So when and where did I get on this crazy train or trip? And if it's a trip why was it such a bad experience?

I can see myself on the day of judgment wondering if I should ask for a refund? Or just hoping I survive? Am I evil? They say you are the combination of your three closest friends. Since I only have one phone friend who was a Vietnam vet yet he is my little brother in Phi Sigma Kappa I might be in for a surprise. Why? Let's be honest my other friend my dog has stopped being my friend makes me wonder was or am I an asshole? I mean the idea that dogs can be better judges of people than people can applies universally and if my dog doesn't like me? Maybe I am an asshole? Would make sense. Nevertheless I still get breakfast in bed which is not that bad of a deal.

Thank God I did not ask for sex or something in the afterlife. I much prefer food. Sure I am fat. It will make kidnapping yet again via the UFO or heaven harder for them to carry me away...

That awkward moment when yo loss 315,000 light years in recordedgalaxy history and you wonder exactly where th heck is the earth? Our galaxy is very big. A galaxy is not the universe, which is much bigger and contains all the galaxies. Our galaxy is called the Milky Way. It is about 12,000 light years across (1 light year = almost 5.878625 trillion miles). It is thought that 200-400 billion stars are within the Milky Way. https://answersingenesis.org/kids/astronomy/how-big-is-our-galaxy/

Some recall my story of searching for a place to eat in Sunnyvale. I had followed these three big bikers into a bar cafe. I figured the cooking must be good there. Anyway. while I ordered, taking a seat at the counter, I went to the restroom to wash up because I had been moving boxes all day. When I got out, the three bikers were being confronted by what looked like to me a little boy. He said, “Leave.” And all three of them practically ran for the door, bumping into each other for a comical moment before getting stuck in the doorway. I was a bit curious. Afraid? Sure I guess that was the best answer to see three large bikers run from someone that looked maybe 14 or 15 was unsettling. However, I had ordered and to be perfectly honester I was more hungry than sensible I suppose so I went and sat down for my hamburger and fries and shake.. The boy, if that is what he was, stared at me for a moment. The server which was a cute girl came out a bit unnerved and placed the food in front of me.. I asked for ketchup and a glass of water. And poof like that, the boy somehow seated next to me at the counter. Spooked? Sure, I guess you could say that. He smiled. I am from a different time, so I introduced myself. With a hand out for a handshake but he only nodded and said, “Excuse me for not shaking, I have a unique style.” He stood and bowed in a manner at the waist. Being sure this was some sort of test I asked, “Should I do the same thing or would that be rude?” The shadow because the more I looked the less I could see a boy just smiled and said “Manner in Rome.” Extending his hand and we shook hands or at least I pretty sure the shadow was there for a moment. I asked if he wanted some fried? He just shook his head no. So there I was, and I said I would swap tales with you. So I told him a somewhat real funny joke. When I was about 9 years old, my father forced me to go with him to the funeral of a friend of his, that I didn’t know. When we got there, I stayed in a corner, waiting for time to pass by. Then a man approached me and said, “Enjoy life boy, be happy because time flies. Look at me now.... I didn’t enjoy it.” He then passed his hand over my head and left. My father, before leaving, forced me to say goodbye to the dead person. When I looked in the coffin, I was startled that the man who was talking to me when I was in the corner was the same man in the coffin! For several years later, I was not able to sleep properly. With repeated nightmares and psychological disorder, I was terrified of being alone. I visited many psychologists. I didn’t turn off the light at night and several other turmoil that I had to endure throughout my adolescent ages.... Years later, I discovered something incredible that changed my life. That dead idiot had a twin brother. The shadow for he was no ordinary boy laughed a bit. Then said he would tell me a story about something in history that happened I think he said in 1968 or some time in that era. That he remembered. The Squirrel of Detroit There are many dates and jokes from vampire lore. Some are humorous and others romantic this lore is about one such vampire. The vampire in question was in love with a lady of the streets in Detroit. How he knew her or why he fell in love with her, no one really knows. The lady was a whore. Let us all be clear on that. She had taken to the life after having a very rough and brutal childhood. Sex trade was not her first calling, but it was what she was good at. Anyway, having a vampire lover was one of her dreams of escape. Meaning she read books, watched vampire movies, and went the occult way of life because being part of the sex trade business was a rough business and she wanted to imagine herself dead since inside her she was already dead. Now at this point she turned to the occult, and that is where she met our lone vampire. And age, he had stopped drinking, live human bloodied humans and was a regular blood theft from the hospital nearby. He was a loner in this time and age. He seldom went out and lived in the attic of a speakeasy called the blind pig. There he could watch, listen, and enjoy the music without having to go out as much and only then to the hospital a block away. The lady of the street entered this speak easy joint on a Friday with several other African Americans, and she sang. Her voice awoke the vampire. For she had the loveliest of voices. Speaking of hell on earth, and other morbid things, her songs spoke to the heart of the vampire. The vampire was enthralled and wondered if she would be interested in him. The music kept playing, and the vampire listened carefully to her talk about her dreams of dying and wanting this life to be over. She wanted comfort. That night she did not go home. She mysteriously went up into the attic and spent the night talking her heart out to the vampire. The conversation was deeply dark, and she explained her life to the minute’s most detail. The vampire listened and asked her if she wanted to be immortal? She said yes just because at that moment she wanted death. The vampire agreed to make her a vampire if she would stay and sing with him. She agreed, and he bit her that Friday night. Now here is the thing. Most people do not realize that their lives if living it are worth more breathing than dead. Upon awaking, the lady of the street had second thoughts of singing to her maker. She reneged on the deal. Saturday in the evening sang a few songs. She went to her past lovers, those she enjoyed making them lust after her. Those she hated, she paid back in a most vile way. She went to her maker and sang one last song. Then she fled into the night. That is where a friend of a friend’s story comes into play. You see, all those visiting the big easy at that night knew of the vampire in the attic. Some of them knew and had heard the contract between the lady. When she tried to flee, they caught her and buried her under an Oak tree, which was supposedly spiking her heart. The vampire heard about this and moved into a house down the block. This tale was told a long time ago from a friend of a friend who actually saw this happened. It was right prior to the Détroit riots and happened in somebody’s backyard. Evidently, a lone vampire was lonesome and created creatures of the dark. Not thinking correctly or maybe he was insane prior to this, he created a squirrel vampire, whether for fun or amusement one never knows. Any ways this friend of a friend says he watched as the vampire caught the squirrel and bit it, draining it of all its blood next to the vampire gave it some of his own blood. Afterwards, the vampire buried the squirrel. The friend of a friend said he left and was a kind of like hypnotized into not thinking about what he saw that night. The next night the friend of a friend went back to see what was going on. There was a group of African Americans dancing in the yard this time. And around midnight they screamed, and they heard panic from them. They called the police. Now right around the corner of this wild was an old prohibition bar named the blind pig. Many heard about it as the cause of the Détroit riots of 67. Well, that was only half of it. You see, the squirrel having become a vamp squirrel was hungry for nuts, not blood at least during the night. These African American dancers at the big easy had come over and were dancing wildly when the squirrel became part of the undead. One of the many workers was in coveralls; he leaped to his feet and said, “Somethin’s got a hold on me nuts!” Now from then until five days later that squirrel went wild. The police department, national guard, and hundreds of people went through the streets chasing after this undead squirrel; people started fires in roughly 2,000 buildings trying to burn the squirrel out. Now, this part of the story few know about. The lone vampire just sat back in his home and watched the sight, laughing as the squirrel was being chased by Africans, police, and finally the national guard. Many people point to this as a rebellion in American history. However, to those that watch vampires, they realize this just one tremendous joke played out by a lone vampire in Détroit. Anyway, the vampire on the fifth or sixth night went out and caught the squirrel and brought him into his home. And from that time forth anyone nuts to live in Détroit know not to go by their house with any peanuts, or crazy talk because the legend says that the squirrel will get you that night. And thus the vampire paid back Detroit for spiking his lovely singer in the night. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/shadow-boy-tales-1193161143567331328

No one talks to me on my speculation of time these days. That I see the narrow path through time is well awkward. To put yourself in a trap is like what is there in it for my soul? People say heaven? Others say avoiding hell., I look at explanations of what heaven is and wonder about those of us that sing off key. I wonder about those of us. That enjoy the people that set up as example of Christianity. Then after time you read about them doing this is this and that is that. And you have to wonder if you should have been worse in your life to make your self into a sinner that would make sense. What about hell? All the weeds I have know go there. In yet, this path I see speak that you can walkaway from the story line told and be good .. do good stop evil. I would rather for peace then revenge. In yet how does peace come about when someone screws your life so you win elsewhere? How often? Solomon statement all stories are a repeat it has been done before this. In yet, I think I see an ending. What good does watching a soul perish? Pray for it. Pray that the soul changes its ways and asks for peace. Vengeance? I have seen to that elsewhere. What I set down can not be voided. That after all this time is wild. Why? magic is after all only words. and words after all are thoughts. and thoughts after all are reality in some wild weird place. Can those blessed or cursed be released? humor me this has not for at least two to twenty billion years all depending on the color of the sun these days.What magic did you do? Me? Never toach the arts. Never had to. Nature and knowledge is after the best teacher. I should have asked for understanding instead of knowledge. I might have escaped this. This dream. Will the dream be done and I awake in 1970s or 1980s or 1990s or 2000s or 2010s? And if so do I die the next day in a closed time curved loop reality in which that past is dead or dying? For the first will be the last and last will be first. What happens to those in the middle? Humor.. Do not ask for revenge ask for peace. Peace. Pray for peace.

There is a town in eastern Montana’s home of the Northern Cheyenne Busby. Where the roads at night are not safe to travel or hitchhike. People talk of the hoofed man who picks up hitchhikers and takes them to hell. The town has more murders per thousand than Washington D.C. if a person compared numbers. However, very little is said because of the location is so scary. The town has no store nor gas station. They run the post office out of a home converted to have post office boxes in the kitchen. The ghosts are many, and few tell of the tales of who is missing or who has gone to hell. The story most people say is “oh, they have gone south” which may mean at this moment that or may mean a shallow grave. However, just a few miles away is the only bar for miles around. Jim Town is the name. The world’s largest collection of beer cans in the Genesis world records in the 80s. That bar being haunted by no less than 30 ghosts, says the tales. The first is about an old drunk. Who walking home in the middle of the road. There he got hit by a car. The car ran over him and dragged for six miles with his body parts smeared all along the road. The driver was drunk to and did not realize he had hit someone. The body appears at the door of the bar every time another person passes away in one town close by. They see him walking down the road. Then, just passing the cattle guards, he fell apart. The second is an old Indian who got in a knife fight with the bartender. He bled out on the pool table. That occurred around the 4th of July.

Well, the bar has had to replace seven pool tables. Because each year since the table has pooled blood in it and sticks to high hell. The third ghost is a girl who was supposedly beautiful. She was fooling around with a lady’s husband. The lady waited until she was drunk. Then took the girl out and butchered her and placed her skin on the fence behind the bar. She appears to women who use the lady’s bathroom. That ghost shows up so often that the women always go outside to pee. Near the fence where her body butchered, and they pee there nowadays. The fourth ghost body is supposed to still be on the property. There is a pile of beer cans that has been collected since 1960s. According a to legend in the 70s a white guy climbed to the top of the pile, and the pile caved in on him. No one knew he was missing for days. His car was stolen, and he had been a loser, so no one was paying attention until his parents looked for him. That was when people remembered him going outside saying he was going to play King of the Mountain. The beer can mountain moves every so often. They say the movement caused by his ghost trying to get out of the mountain. Only his hand ever got found years later, and that is how the story started on that one. Then there was the bartender who got stumped to death in the 60s. His ghost is supposed to throw beer at people, but I have not seen that one. Like I said, there are many ghosts there. There are at least 30 stories I have heard and who knows how many more I have not counted. The last story I will tell tonight is of the cowboy drummer who was playing there on a Friday night. He had gotten wasted and for whatever reason got stuck on playing only one musical beat all not night long. He went outside to pee and there he got bitten by a rattlesnake without his knowledge. He finished his gig and got into his pickup to sleep off his hangover only to never to wake up. The music he kept on playing was the song “Playing with the Queen of Hearts.” All I can say is when I was cleaning up the place in the mornings. Sometimes the junk box plays that song with no one paying for the music.

They say magic is dead? I laugh. I wonder if they even know that all this is a scripted film by some higher beings beating on whether you will be good or evil or lukewarm soup. The stakes? Are high. Refrigerator of hell is no place to be. Luck of the lukewarm soup to do this all over is nuts. To do this over again until you realize your mistakes and correct them? Redemption? Confession and paying back those you have wronged? How does one do that if all is within the mind? That I have no idea. I am dead after all. And so are you. That is the part no one fully understands about Solomon’s statement that the past is better than the future. Meaning? The Dead had more toys, better living, etc. But how? Simply put, they watched and learned a billion cycles of hell where nukes, astroids, wars, famines killed humanity. What do you think this is the first time I have died? I wonder, just looking at the clock and the mirror sun, how long I have been dead, really? Billions of years or seconds because of the spinning of galaxies so fast that it seemed to be billions of years?

A question on my mind. Is this real or like Christ said this is an illusion? A dream? And when I awake to refrigerate in hell or as a new avatar, will I remember this story or is this story an end to a conclusion for Clint, Clinton, Clinton R. Siegle? Or Ender Talon? Or the Claw? I wonder. I wander the streams of mirror realities watching and expecting one thing only to see something else occur 1984 again? The burning of knowledge because it is dangerous? The closing of libraries? For what purpose?

Trapped?

Reality for me and other Mandela effected?

A reality so real?

People seem real.

People if I lived on Sagittarius 4 billion years ago

Eternity seemed like a laughter there.

Dreamed of hell?

Reality I lived there for years.

Eternity of hell?

A time trap?

Memories of people who no longer exist?

Eternity question were they real or just in my mind

Dreamed of a reality that no longer exists.

A second here, a billion years there..

A moment there was a nanosecond here?

A dream?

A German philosopher says if I saw it.

Awe-inspiring that made it real for a time?

Awe when I realize if I am a zombie?

Awe I wonder and wander realizing in my mind

A mind I must stay within, for this is not real.

Speculation on Mandela effect- the dead are reanimated to bring back stolen souls that already went through tehir personal hell. To help you understand. Mirror realities? Think of a reality where your soul was stolen. Then you lived in a reality according to Montauk Project when I started listening no one got into heaven. Think at one time your soul was to get into heaven. Then you lived in what is close to hell for so many years. You died or dying. You are experiencing the last 10 minutes of life. Your mind is taking your soul back to your body. For a day of judgment. For a time of judgment. What happens to those that die along this trip? That is the issue with Drakes equation 10 to power of 200 Earths were made by God And I have heard enough of how they die to realize that there are more earth and realities from where MacAuthor nuked Korea in 1950s To where JFK told people in Texas after his visit to NASA that US has been contacted by aliens For some hell for some vomited back to redo this again For some heaven for a time The issue seems this is a matrix a game And as a game piece you will be judged in the end. Seem sad. I would have played a much better game of life. I think I tried however I fear I failed. the sound you hear is the plates of or mirrors that between teh sun and earth. The reality is reanimated for a time. Meaning your body here is not the same as yesterday. Nor are the souls of the people you deal with. That is about all I can say. Time is a question of my mind? I wonder about my mind? Memories of wandering different realities. Eternity stuck in the mirror worlds. time is not on my side. I watch worlds die and wonder. Memories of hate and vengeance are not cleared up Eternity is wild watching evil yet again And no one seems to fight back https://www.andersoninstitute.com/casimir-effect.html https://www.andersoninstitute.com/images/time-control-technologies-and-methods.jpghttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Closed_timelike_curveTime traveling man stuck in a loop or waiting for his body to be back his body for the day of judgment hell is real. that much I know. Will I really see a heaven? Well waiting 4.5 billion years seems like a long time. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/to-watch-the-walking-tree-and-the-moving-mountain-is-wild-th-1020330370164928512?fbclid=IwAR3Pp4d97TBxmhevgRqJc1IACAM_Vw3MkrhToVDF5ZqvfhKHmlWfyEKyT6I

https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/memories-of-clint-or-ender-or-clinton-1198969634868305920 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/a-bench-leading-to-wonderland-or-has-alice-gone-mad-1194033625456701440 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/a-bench-leading-to-wonderland-or-has-alice-gone-mad-1194035608590741504 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/he-moved-through-time-and-wandered-the-halls-of-time-for-his-1210298037171281920 https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/when-you-have-to-live-inside-your-mind-oh-the-places-i-go-1198374995884363776 Ender the pirate was sailing through the seven oceans not the seven seas with his crew of three when he met Michelle running away from being a full-time mommy. She was tired of doing this is this and that is that and wanted to sail through the ocean carefree. She could sing and sing some shanty songs of pirates and treasure and isle where drinking could be done without remorse. The sadness was life as a pirate was really boring. Yes, I know all the stories. You ever spent months on a ship only to take a prize fishing boat with three fish and the boat?Think hundreds of ships and only Capt’f Flint ever got any treasure and then instead of spending it he buried it on some island?Come now, laugh with me. I put Michelle after getting drunk three days straight to mopping the ship floors. Then into the kitchen. She was living hell. Was she happy at first? She was happy as the drunk shrunk. However, after four weeks at sea and nothing of any treasure at hand. She too worried about why or how people lived as pirates.On the fifth week she tried to mutiny with three other crew members. For that, the captain put all four of them on an island in the middle of nowhere. Declared Michelle, Queen Michelle of this island, and left.I can still hear her screaming. Then singing I am a queen that I am a pirate queen. And then? I think I could hear her tell her subject to mop the deck. Which was odd, for the island was made totally of sand?To awake in a distinct reality is nothing. To awake in a distinct reality for an unlimited amount of time? Heroes come and go. Legends stay within their own mind. I was a Talon. Few people remember what that means or even heard of them. The souls ripped from their bodies a long time ago and put in. Well, to begin with they were put in statues. The original statues guarded an island. From what? Pirates. The originals were statues built to walk around an island. To provide a wonderful island protection from pirates. The problem with statues is protecting an island from a physical problem was not much of a problem. Protecting the population from themselves? Major problem. The island I remember destroyer was a plague.They died all within a short two-day span. Leaving a spirit locked statue to guard an island. What does a statue do for eternity? At first, not much. I sort of sat and watched the sun come and go. The dilemma which in my age and era spelt dilemna did an immortal do? You can walk the island protecting it from waves, and the occasional pirate raid. The first 4,000 years was a sort of like that. The island housing was gone. The island stood. I was more of a legend in my own mind. I doubt any of the pirates that came that way. Well, that they even remember why they attempted to pillage the island from time to time.So, after a while I got bored and skipped stones, and broken ships for a time. You probably have heard of a ship thought lost for decades turning up on some unknown part of the world. Wondering how it got there? Well, if I came upon the ship I would pick it up and see how far I could skip one like a rock. Not the funnest sport it helped with the time. Then somewhere around 1680s a pirate ship sailed towards the island. I was about to jump out from behind a mountain, crush it and skip it. When the captain came out. He hailed me. Now. This is the oddity. After 4,000 plus years to hear one’s own name and in a language that was alive, that knew was something. To see this pirate's attempt to bargain with me was absurd.Needless to say, I was curious. I crept from behind the mountain and sat in a pool next to his ship. His voice was shaky, but his plan was something to behold. Between him and his crew, I could understand more about their story. They had stumbled upon a page of life. Say what? That was an old legend in my day. The evil one had attacked heaven. Stealing a book of life. Then had spread the book out among realities and times. With the hope that this would stop the day of judgment from happening. Now? The pirate had a single page. He knew it had assigned me sort of to a map and another page.Yes. I had read the page a long time ago. Parallel realities, time travel, the works. Did it interest me? Of course it did. To see a different sun without having to sit at the same mountain at my back would be something. I asked how I would accompany him? Now. The pirate’s name was Ender and his magic was story telling. His story was wild and his magic. Well, his magic made him one stand out. What he said and could or would do was something tempting. That his statements made sense and how he proposed doing the trick was wildly out of the norm. However, the legalistic side of me said all I would meet the forms and formats. And I could travel. So in accord was reached. The magic happened. What magic? Imagine a reality stacked upon a reality the biggest upon the littlest. All I had to do was find one where either the statue of me or I or that Talon was gone and take its dimensional size. Then with a secret transport said content from here to there and back. For those less into here to there, I would take possession of the island and statue there. Meaning? I could transform my size and that of my island to something I could fit inside, say my pocket. Thus legalistically I was not breaking my word.For a spirit guarding and protecting my island from now until the end of time. And I got to move aboard the ship the black Skimmer with a crew. Let me be honest. To live amount a group of people. Let alone on a ship crossing the seven seas. Versus watching the sun go up and down for thousands of years was a treat. Now what did I have to give Ender for his magic? That is between me and him. He however was a man of his word. A hero in hi own time, a legend to me? Sure, few people get noted in a Talon book. https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/ender-hides-the-journal-1114675798367051776

Speculation on age and time. So, I traced my journals from 6.5 billion year old earth to 5.7 billion. To 5.3 billion year old earth where everything was in chaos. Those of us suffering from the Mandela effect noticed everything was up in the air. The reason I believe and my opinion is some worlds cheating got too greedy. Say what? The system of things was meant as rules for God to not discover cheating in the parallel worlds. Meaning? Say you take a wonderful loving little boy and put him in his hell. Pavlov style by forcing him to do what he hates so much that the only relief he gets is to do what he hates? Sounds awful, you know? So what do the other realities get for causing pain and suffering?

The reality is according to Zechariah, which while I grew up was Zachariah. A full 33 percent of the game has been changed or Pavlov-ized. Meaning? From my understanding. Those people with great childhood who would have grown up to be mighty people. Their childhoods were a living hell. Example? The parallel world’s music frequencies and speed are different. Meaning? Imagine you married the love of your life and her voice was music. Then for three months suddenly she sounds like a bitch from hell? Or you were speaking normal in your reality in yet it either was too fast or slow for the world they dumped your soul into body? Causing people to say slow down or think faster. In the 1960s through 1970s, almost a full 25 to 60 million people. Had this experience just what I am talking about. Now the government making the switch so people hate their spouses. Because they sound like a bat out of hell whistle or something another. The children were to have wonderful homes now are in a single family home and to make matters worse? Think Epstein and crew. Think of close to 10,000 to 100,000 each year disappearing to be someone’s lunch. Sounds evil beyond anything Stephen King even writes about in yet? If you look at the missing children and people report you realize. That somewhere between 1970 to 2020 some 3 to 8 million people just are gone. It is like all of Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Colorado, and Wyoming. They just disappeared. In yet no one seems to bat an eye. You say but the FBI. The FBI agent investigating Hillary Clinton. As for an example for tax invasion committed suicide while dancing on a dance floor in public. You think I am fibbing when I am talking about evil? What most people do not realize about the thief or the extent of the crime is how much money I am talking about. One estimate at 23 trillion dollars. Or all of the social security fund plus 3 trillion dollars spent on the war against terrorism. If you look for example, war on terrorism cost 6.5 to 9 trillion dollars. And supposedly killed 800,000 terrorist. If you do the math, that is 8,125,000 dollars to kill one bad guy at the low end. I am not sure how to say the ineffectiveness of the US military is but they should be able to kill someone for a lot less. That seems like a lot when you consider Vietnam they could kill one person for 35,000 dollars. What am I saying? That that US government destroyed their own populations lives. To create some sort of world. Where evil people ruled over the majority of the population. That were put into some sort of Pavlav system where evil wins?

Yes. That is exactly what I discovered at an earth where John Von Neumann lived to be until May 1957. His very last paper ironically was dealing with math. In something mathematically similar in game theory. It dealt with a story line. The statement was if set null is possible or impossible to a confirmed statement. Say what? Meaning in game theory the idea was to win more than you lose or make sure a balance of 50–50 so there is no unbalancing act. Causing? In this case, God, to hear about this evil. And according to the book of Revelation comes down because he heard how evil the city of new Babylon is or was. Meaning? John Von Neumann’s computer program exchanged souls. To realities where they were perfectly set to be 50 percent good, 50 percent evil, so time would be held at bay. Or more specifically, the souls of the living did not cry out too much for the end of reality. Sounds absurd, I know I argued with a lot of people against it. Now they are all dead. Or ending up in some other reality, but the conclusion of the system of things is pretty much a generation. What does that mean? Well, I think that means my soul is going back to its original body for judgment day. God has pulled the plug on this reality. But come now, surely you jest?

1. Kingdom versus kingdom. Yellow vest, Hong Kong freedom, and Bolivia anti Marxist. These were all trying to start bible Kingdom versus kingdom part of the bible. To stop this. The CIA in these evil worlds and other has moved the movement. From freedom to some bizarre black lives matter movement. Where they have killed more people destroyed property for corporation paying them. To destroy property for insurance fraud. And basically misuse that verse to fix their mistakes.

So? There attempt to blackmail a few people have failed in some areas. What areas? I can assure you if I spoke of what I have heard. No, it does not matter.

2. The future is dead. According to the bible. Paul states the Gentiles that can be saved. Until something happens and then will be called back into a branch of the tree of life. And that branch of the gentiles will be burnt up. Again, I say this with some confidence. Meaning on December 2017 in some realities Hawaii was nuked and those realities which were a future are gone.

3. The signs in the sky. Blood moon I do not recall that in my bible but here the blood moons indicated Jesus Christ return. I have seen either 4 or 5 or 6 blood moons. I am no longer sure how many. However, May 2021 is supposedly the next blood moon. So? August 31st there will be a huge change.

4. The real end of 2012. For those that study calendars most are designed around seasons and stars, and cycles of the moon and sun. The only one calendar supposedly accurate. In this reality is the Ethiopian calendar which the year here 2020 is 2012. And September 2020 is the real end of 2012.

5. What signs in the sky? First you have to look at the links. Realize the sun here has been hidden behind a mirror since 2003. It is why the sun is white here, no longer yellow. Say what? Meaning in my reality, Katrina hurricane happened in 2003. There the sun was yellow still. Here due to my next statement the sun has been hidden behind a mirror since 2003.

6. We are going back in time to where our original bodies were and our souls were stolen from to be judged. So? I would repent more often and pray more if I were you. The end of time is something to watch. To see a mountain move daily is awkward and write about it and no one believe you? Well, I am me and you are you. What am I saying? This might be your final chance to make amends. Ask forgiveness before something evil this way comes.

7. So all those divorced people are part of the 33 percent tin Zechariah. That had their lives screwed with by the government and corporations? Well, that is only part of it. The next part was the government made prisoners out of 14 percent of the population. How? Making smoking a weed illegal. Sounds stupid in yet the democrats did just that. They punished people mercilessly for smoking a weed. If that is not even the worse part? Due to the Pavlov style life style forced on people that are single. Thus making them raised in a single home. A lot are alcoholics and due to democrats moral superior of shutting down whore houses? Thus causing the epidemic of rape and homosexuality wildly increased. Am I blaming just one party for all the ills of the world? When I look at who sponsored the laws. And put in place said laws and those enforcing those laws and prosecuting those laws. Yes, I am blaming them.

8. So the government is playing a game with God, trying to win or cause more pain? What has that got to do with today and the rioting and looting? Well, Revelations New York City go bye and the two reasons? 1. Epstein files at the federal court house and 2. Clinton library in New York City.

9. Speculation why Clinton Library? It holds some program management office files. That was not destroyed in 9 11 due to it being presidential records that caused a lot of this shit.