Stars and shadows ain’t good to see by. The shadow boy cometh. And he takes away those lost boys and not silly girls that fall out of their beds and believe in magic.

It was a dark, stormy night. The hunt for Finn’s treasure in New Mexico was stretching on for its seventh year. No one was supposed to happen upon it unless following the instructions within a poem from an expensive book. Fifty-five dollars was a lot of money to try to figure out where an old antique deal left part of his treasure.

The hope of many was that they would be able to strike it rich and live for a time of luxury with the gold coins, and other gems supposedly put aside from Finn.

Thus the introduction of a treasure hunters group that meets every odd Thursday at a nightclub owned by a fellow enthusiast and adventurer. The whole group spent hours and money seeking something that almost all of them had given up, but wanted to stay within the group just because they were friends at this point of the search.

That night was when they made a huge discovery. They were looking in the incorrect state. They were even in the wrong portion of north to south ideology. With that discovery, some of the few that still held out for the treasure began to have their doubts.

The oddity was the person who brought the news. He was new to the group. He pointed out where the poem was to be read and location. Almost as if he wanted them to find the treasure. Then he left. A wisp of smoke was all that a person would have seen if they looked closely. For he was a fae folk. He was trying to break a treaty set forth in a land of energy now dying.

The treaty of men and fairies is legendary. Where humanity won the fight, forcing the fae into a world of dreams.

An updated Finnś treasure has been found. In New Mexico along the Fairy Creek. And once taken, the fae are free from some treaty they made with the Chaldeans some thousands of years ago.

What do free Fae do? They cause mayhem and destruction in the human race. For thousands of years, being cooped up and killed. Their destruction of humanity is quite impressive. https://www.cnbc.com/2020/06/08/treasure-buried-by-forrest-fenn-finally-found-after-10-years.html

So there I was again, entering Cafe Shi. The crowd was lit. Let’s be honest outside of the tea server and me, the place was empty. Then walked in. Well. A lady in yet? I had my eye patch on and my other eye was cloudy. She reminded me of a dragon I once meet in another tale along long time ago. She sat in the center of the room. either she was her own security, or she felt comfortable being who she was.

She spoke. The tea server ran to do her bidding. Myself? Let be honest, a poor pirate sipping tea in China. Might as well watch a lovely lady drink tea. They paid big bucks for drinking tea in 1849, or so I heard. While she was waiting for her tea. She spotted me. That I was not obvious was clear. I think I took her breath away. Or maybe surprised her a bit. In my humble opinion, have that way with the opposite fair sex.

So we sat drinking tea. To break the silence, I ordered my special. The tea server seemed hesitant to do what was normally done without question. Evidently, the lady had put a change in the room and who she was? The tea server knew. And I? I am a pirate unless I am going about romance or something. I like to drink alone and read my journal. Which I was doing and adding a bit of notes to my last tale. Ender, the king of Pirate land. A tale and back again. Or how I escaped responsibility.

So there was a pirate and a lady that resembled a dragon sat drinking tea, and special tea. Meaning? Mine was rum. It felt kind of nice. In walked another person. This one I had not seen since my trip to watch the city of Babylon fall in the year 2021 or 2022. Shameful. A Time wizard. He sat next to the lady and began a conversation without noticing me. The lady did not interrupt, just smiled and sipped her tea.

The man was rather upset. Time, etc was twisted and the rules of the system of things broken. He asked. If she knew who would do such a stupid thing? She showed her head towards me. At the sight of me, the Time wizard tried his magic. The nice thing about being part of Talon by this time, no magic of the later eras worked. Sure they can cut off my foot but that just undoes the twist of time.

His spell rebounded with a horrible after effect on the tea server. At this I stopped writing, put down my pen and did what I do. The tea server who was losing her soul got up and thanked me and ran away.

The time wizard was trying again. I on the other hand,I, was tired and did something they had never trained him in doing. Ages ago, magic was real and now? The new time wizards mighty powerful and dangerous. The Mormon jedi try. However, reading a spell and knowing what it does because you have to let someone do it to you repeatedly watching your body die and reanimate repeatedly are two separate things. They trapped the wizard. How? Secrets are secret.

The lady spoke. He is not. responsible he is the reason though. Time caught the wizard face in a mixture of terror and unwanted pain. WHAT?

I went back to my table and gathered my things. I left. It would free the wizard in a matter of a few minutes. And I had nothing more to do with Cafe Shi from that time forward.

I was stuck. Let's be honest. When you do not read the fine print of a contract and you say forever and ever against a soul. Well, it means forever and ever until the end of time. I suppose I should have known the fake king would make such a trade.

I mean I was trying to become a professional wino but that profession was beyond me. However, when I drank and well wondered or wandered depending on the location. Oh the places I have been and seen. So few believe me. The story is quite interesting from my point of view. Top 20 or so in my reading list. Why not the first one? Because each time I read my story someone has changed enough of it that I realize I am reading someone else's story so close to mine if I had not marked certain items one way versus another I would not have known. Known? This was a mirror world or worlds and some other poor soul was trapped in here with me.

And the differences? Size of the galaxy. The population of the earth on May 18, 2016 plus or minus billions of years or according to closed time curved loop time travel just a brief moment ago. Wild to think that galaxies spun faster lived longer elsewhere. Why am I here?

I think what is funny is my allies through time. Fellow Mandela affected people. The Shadow boy, then the shadow brigade, then well the bears and wolves. I wonder about the wolves they seem to be replacing the shadow brigade even if no one pays much attention to them. Fades of a different reality. Their story. Gross. I think that describes their story in one world. A reality completely sexualized to a point of sodomy and homosexuality as a norm. I doubt them for a while in their tales. Why do they talk after all they are shadows? I am me. And?

Well, a time traveling wino is something and to realize he will listen to your story whether it is a brief moment in time and belief or forever is a matter for some Nazi philopher who says if a soul sees a reality it existed. So? A mirror reality without God's presence is the promise of lords and kings and presidents that broke Psalms 2. That I have heard God’s laughter and realize their horrible fate is wildly not something to laugh at. Think of having every single horrible dream happen to you? And then compound that horror with all your prayers not being answered because there is no God to listen to your prayers.

Sure some of those realities lasted longer. Seven million years is the longest one I had to listen to. Clones a whole reality of clones. Wizards? Sort of not what you would call wizardry. However, their technology and spelling or potions or well witchcraft? As a normal human I could not tell the difference soo.. Who knows?

The dramatic question I am dealing with these days? The color of the sun? That there are stars 70 billion years old in a 13.3 billion year old universe? That my mountain which I tracked in a journal has now taken on a different shape and more snow? Why was I allowed outside the house this past Sunday? Talking to dead people? I think the realization that this is a reanimated world where all those I talk to might already be dead and in hell or heaven or vomited out to replay this game is kind of astounding to be honest. I thought I would have had more influence on reality. BE good. DO good. Stop evil. Yet, the more I try. The more I find Facebook Fact checkers. The more detail I add to the posts? The less people read the stories.

Maybe that is the rationale. Meaning? Dead people’s faith, belief, and hope transforming into a belief in Jesus Christ can not happen.And the fae king’s curse? Oh, what if the funny part of history and time is not? No one remembers who Fenn Forest is or was or will be. Meaning? Some person from the east coast went up fae creek and stole the fae treaty treasure. Yes, I know that is a myth or so I am told. I also know the names, and places and amount of treasure and wonder. For when it is stolen the treaty is broken if you do not know the story? I would recommend Raymond Geast Faerie Tale and realize that the book actually talks about Forrest Fenn's treasure found in New Mexico however in the book the fae rings location was in Maine or someplace upstate New York.

And the significance? Laughter the fae king and his court were part and party to making the mirror worlds. It took magic or technology that one can find every so often on the internet. They combined the magic and soul stealing machines to create a complex reality. Who might you say? Drake's equation on life in the universe or with colors, and multiverses the number turns into something like 10 multiplied by10 to the power of 193 to 200. Depending on the realities color schematics.

What is at stake? That is just the trick is it not? I thought I was to tell people be good do good stop evil. And believe me my first few months you should read some of what I wrote. Why? I was an auditor of this and that is that equipment and things that would go bump in the night. Sure military equipment can be built over and over again. Somehow it all fails.

Meaning? What is at stake is God’s return to reality. And? Makes one shiver in ones’ shoes just to realize that now Zachariah is now named Zechariah and instead of nuclear war on reality we talk about zombies here. Sure sure anyone can lau. But can anyone speculate and say that is not good.

I mean if you investigate what I have been writing about? Time wars? Mirror realities? Zombies, and UFOs oh my. Would seem I am supposedly crazy? In yet? I am referencing most of my work. And most of my references have government sponsored articles about this is this or that is that. Meaning? Coming events.

Such as Ethopian calendar September 7 through 18 was the end year 2012 for those on that continent. In yet? I read articles in Forbes saying June 23 through 28. And now? December 21 through 26. Which reality is real? Which will fall to Microsoft server cryptocurrency and be turned into the Borg? Which will be turned into the Cyclone race? Which will be clones?

All those events? I am watching and reading about what no one believes. Fine. Kind of sad if you do not look and wander into a book every so often. Maybe you just were not a reader? I do not know.

The coming events? Reagen saw Trump winning as the only hope for the United States. That I have already seen those worlds destroyed without that hope. I keep a journal and December 2017 I am telling you in some mirror realities Hawaii is glassed over.

Thus let's enter the world's multiverse in an end case scenario. Who is going to survive? That is the trick after all is it not? To win or lose is life. To survive is to live forever. I should have read the fine print more closely.

The thing I do not get is if each world’s avatars are new souls being or talking to me. What were they doing prior to me? Meaning? I have been on worlds where I could tell something had happened and the reality had been rewound enough that a split second prior people that have black and blue marks on their body? I ask how did you get that and they have no memory of it. And if this is a rewound reality reanimated for a day for my soul to pass back through it billions of years or a few seconds ago. Why or how?

My only plan is if I am allowed someday I am going to drink enough wine to talk to someone I knew once upon a time and see what answers he has. I doubt that will be a conversation I will survive. I end up on the most bizzare adventures with him and yet. Without those stories my life is pretty boring. A blind, one footed expat in La Paz, Bolivia. Awaiting pizza.

I think what gets me even more is the reaction I get these days. Meaning? I used to have green eyes. Now I was supposed to have surgery in March 2020 prior to them closing the hospitals to all non essential surgeries for cataracts. And now? I have sky blue eyes. Made a lady cry Sunday just talking into her eyes. That or she was crying for some other purpose. Who knows.

The question is how long can a mirror reality go on and how long have I been trapped? Seven cycles of humanity or 15? Or and here is the question no one seems to want to discuss with me. If all of this is just some kind of giant hologram and we are all made out of light. Whether from plants absorbing light to feed us or frequency stabilized light for this character to walk here. What purpose do I have? To be good. That much I know. Beyond that I am at a loss. Maybe I should change that? I have after all been looking into evil. My favorites Pinky and Brain or Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. What about the others Vad the Vampire or Adolf? I do not get my kicks from hurting people. I tend not to enjoy their stories. They are lost souls and I have no idea how to reach them at times. Be Good. Each will reply I am being good I am doing what my stories tells me to do. And? I have to agree they seem consistent in each reality.

The danger for me? To become less of who I was. I can see that everyday these days. Ambition seems dead. I try to find a spark each day and ask what has made them go forth. To create to be someone or to do something new. I think I missed my calling. I am up to 20 plus interviews since August and when I read their replies? I love them. They inspire. In yet? I read what story makes them. Well, them and I wonder. I must not be that much of a good friend here. Why? I use to get people to confess their wildest side or their most private story about this is this or that is that.

Makes me wonder. Was I more alive on or in a dead reality now than here or am I just getting or gaining more experience and looking at life differently? Either way it saddens me. What if I am just not the person I think or thought I was? I am after all a time traveler and maybe I was someone else here.

My final plan? To seek out who is running the show or betting for or against souls and ask? Did I do a fair job? Why not good or okay ob? I already got that review. I failed somewhere. How do I know? I am dead. I have been to hospice twice. I know people that talk with me on the internet and I knew they were dead in my reality.

So if I am walking in the shadow of death. Am I trying to storm heaven or hell? Or and this is a question that seems to fail me. If this is all some wild ass dream by faces in mirror realities. What difference does it make? I did not win at anything and as a loser I have to ask the question. If I stormed hell I would have to go back to where I was. I am not interested. If I stormed heaven I already see the outcome for those rebelling against God again not an outcome I am interested in. Is there a third option? To live with the fae king? Sure I would enjoy drinking him again. Or and here is the question. Did I die that day and all of this is some hullasation of my mind coming to an end?

And if that is true, are you just a figment of my imagination? If so, why is my pizza still not here? I would have thought I would have had a better ending. In yet? I am watching the time of tribulation. I have read the mark of the beast from Microsoft. I have seen the plagues caused again seemingly from the Microsoft owner. Maybe the borg and plague would go away if that whole thought process was eliminated? Who knows.