Mr. Burton and Mr. MacGregor introduced themselves to the owner of the bookstore. An owl. Upon formal introduction, the owl replied, “My name is Mr. Whoo, and welcome to my bookstore.” The books excited uncle Burton. For some books were one of a kind. Journals of explorers. And if read correctly, time travelers along with space travelers that actually happened in their reality.

Upon further inspection of the bookstore called “The Magical portal of Books’’ Uncle Burton asked how much to purchase all the books in the store. This was something unexpected. Mr. Whoo looking, intelligent oldish said the price of the books in the shop, not the shop itself. He could have all of them if they could reach the right amount of gold or treasure.

This excited Uncle Burton to no end. Now, Mr. MacGregor was more practical and asked my uncle how in the world did he plan on transporting all the books to England? However, the answer came from Mr. Whoo. Mr. Whoo replied, “Why London, England is just outside.” And so the shop was on a corner in London, England. Going in one place in reality, the shop had mysteriously appeared in another part of the world totally. Which left both Mr. MacGregor and my uncle in a bit of a bewilderment. If talking to an owl and finding books that were supposedly burnt during the Christian destruction of old knowledge or pagan knowledge was not enough. The whole bookstore was right next to another bookstore known by both the explorers. 83 Bell St, NW1 6TB London Greater London England.  

This gave the ideal chance to collect books from antiquity that had thought to be lost forever. The problem was the prices for each book had to match some calendar and space time reality. Meaning? Evidently, Mr. Whoo priced his books to reflect the reality he picked up the books and the price he paid along with a percentage to pay for his overhead and keep. There were thousands of books. That Uncle Burton took out a second mortgage of his estate to purchase only a few thousand not the complete set of books is something I can still see sadness in his eyes telling or talking about the experience.

Uncle Burton’s favorite book he enjoyed talking about was a poetry book, of all things. Something about Homer’s Marguerites or marmites or another. “He knew many things, but all badly” My uncle would talk to me about my father who was rather good at farming, but outside of farming had a lack of understanding that astounded both of us.

What I found among the many books was several sheets or skins of what could only be the lost books of the bible. There were something like 102 sheets combining to make up something like 24 or 26 books. That I had to learn Ethiopian to read them was a bit of work. The most interesting book was called the “Book of the Battles of Yahweh’’

Lost in a library or found a story book full of other books?

By Clinton R. Siegle

I was looking for a book at an old library. I bumped into a shelf, which pushed back. Pushing a little more, I found what looked like a personal study or a chamber filled with books. Searching for a switch or light, I noticed only candles and candlesticks. Pulling out. My phone lit the room with my phone’s light.

There was a room filled with old books. Not something you see in this day and age. On a table was a book with the name of the owner or writer on it, Jorge Luis Borges. Opening the book, I found a bit of confetti in the pages. A note translated roughly to saying a door to time follows the map. Roughly from what I could make of the Spanish/German note that had fallen out of the book with the confetti.

Then the Spanish/German book seemed to add some English. In the end, I took the book to the library counter. I asked if I could check it out. The librarian was a kid. She said I could have the book because it was not in the system and they were clearing out the library. Great, how 1984 of the library.

Getting home, I spent the next few hours translating the book. Which went from Spanish to German to English. This is the rough of the story I got from what I titled a Time Traveler’s tale. The translation is rough. Meaning some words I had to add to make sense to me. I hope you enjoy it. Mr. Borges was part of some society or government organization that created a time traveling program using a map. Of Lewis Carrol, or who knows. This is part of the journal, not the first few pages. For that was a detailed accounting on where to find a portal to somewhere else, etc. Rather technical and boring. This picks up when someone else other than Borge has the journal or book or whatever this was a sort of reminds me of a journal.

German translated work: Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land. A sort of between Oz and Kathmandu. However, on the Chinese side. Not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean. Few people realize that in England. The reader with the assumption that Alice was English. That small portal or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe, leading to many places in the world and elsewhere. Any ways Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talks with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book. I sat and listened about a place that great Uncle Burton talked about during the night tea. Uncle Burton talked about how he and a madman. That made hats for a living. Once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught. The hat maker in one of Uncle Burton’s many tales. They gave it the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure of his proper name, but that he was a hat maker for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by Uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey.

Spanish translated work. There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which got stolen or some project called Nightshade? The map that could take people across time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais. Just where had the map come from? Who knows? However, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyais. Had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela. One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tells tales, and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some prominent official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils or spent. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful and sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, with a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go. AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Barton the man was everywhere in the 1800s he lived a charmed life. He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors. Sir Burton was not Sir at this time. He was a young man and I believe he said he was the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton.

I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi and Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet way per Uncle Burton at a brothel. Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layperson’s terms, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor’s tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Anyway Mr. MacGregor, vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink, told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannonball had exploded, and when he awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had to meet the lady who had introduced Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish spelled out on mountains claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor, outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1945 or 1956, depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would describe them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description is that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back, fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton’s eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief, he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood wherever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds, that memory made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening.

English work. Now, running away from them. Burton, MacGregor, a mule handler, and mule came to a posted sign in the middle of the mountains between India and China. They had left their tents and sleeping gear. The mule evidently had some food left on it being unpacked, while one of the mule handlers had gotten wood for the fire.

To say they came not equipped is the correct statement. However, MacGregor had his book and map, which he insisted they check before going a step further. The mule and mule handler would not listen to this and just took the left side of the posted sign and left. The slurping undead were far behind however they still could hear so they made a lighted torch from some torn material and the map and book consulted.

Now according to the map they were close to China. However, according to the book. There was a direct route through what looked to be a store nearby to some place else. Someplace else? The title and directions were vague. Maybe that was the purpose of the book to throw people off? Now here is the thing. Being chased by the undead into China was not something either of them wanted. And allies in China were slim to none. This was close to the Boxer rebellion, and prior to that a religious cult had swiped much of China into some bizarre reality where each side killed everyone on the other side. So they decided with a coin. 

And the coin? The coin said go elsewhere.

Taking the path to elsewhere that is mentioned in the book leads them to a store. Now this was not a normal store. The sign outside was in several languages. In English “The Magical Bookstore of the Ages” In Chinese something else. In Latin, etc.

Going in the two did not see anyone except an owl on a perch behind a counter. Now this is the interesting part of the story. Instead of worrying about where they were going or where else where. The two browsed the bookshelves.

Within the shelves were wonderful stories. Tales of old realities, people, places, alternative histories of when humanity was among the stars, and times when humanity went crazy.

An example was an old scroll. I believe in Punjabi. The story was roughly translated in English. 

This story holds true today. There once was a kingdom whose advisors and king discovered that the grain they were about to use contained a fungus that changed a person’s perspective and judgment calls totally. The month before their grain ran out, they decided what to do for the king and advisor. Who could afford to buy uncontaminated grain and live with their current judgment, or they could drink the said Kool aid (reference for time and space of JonesTown) and forget the perspective that they lived with all their lives? That judgment call happened, and we in the USA are paying for their judgment call. I always wondered about the book of Revelations why would people being punished not turn from their evil ways and submit to Christ and the creator. I wandered into other books and discovered something strange. The history of the past is being rewritten today and changed. The whole ideal of America is being transformed, and no one is stopping that change. I was out until I started seeing my sentences and ideas being changed. I realize this is just my imagination. However, I believe there is a systematic change happening within the realities today. What was honest is now being replaced with something else? I wonder if it is the food and all those crazy conspiracies. I wander a bit.

Anyway, the two explorers were in a bookshop on the edge of China and to some place else. When the realization that not a single other person was in the store with them. Uncle Burton brought up a book to the counter and a loud voice asked what the price was.

Now this is the funny part of the story. Uncle Burton with bright eyes said the owl flew down from the perch and looked at the book. Now if this was not a surprise enough replied he would have to look up the price of it.

If this was not a shock of enough for the two explorers to hear a talking low. That he seemed to know who they were and had a conversation with them about their map and book. He wanted to purchase them. Which was an oddity? First, both not shown when walking into the store. Second, he seemed to show he would make a copy of them rather fastly, which was an oddity in that time and place. Printing presses and copier machines are not the usual or non-existent.

After some haggling an agreement reached that the map and book would get copied and that was the cost of their purchase of some other rather interesting books. One by Ender Talon and the collection of maps which was by someone named Claw.

Mr. Burton and Mr. MacGregor introduced themselves to the owner of the bookstore. An owl. Upon formal introduction, the owl replied, “My name is Mr. Whoo, and welcome to my bookstore.” The books excited uncle Burton. For some books were one of a kind. Journals of explorers. And if read correctly, time travelers along with space travelers that actually happened in their reality.

Upon further inspection of the bookstore called “The Magical portal of Books’’ Uncle Burton asked how much to purchase all the books in the store. This was something unexpected. Mr. Whoo looking, how intelligent oldish said the price of the books in the shop, not the shop itself. He could have all of them if they could reach the right amount of gold or treasure.

This excited Uncle Burton to no end. Now, Mr. MacGregor was more practical and asked my uncle how in the world did he plan on transporting all the books to England? However, the answer came from Mr. Whoo. Mr. Whoo replied, “Why London, England is just outside.” And so the shop was on a corner in London, England. Going in one place in reality, the shop had mysteriously appeared in another part of the world totally. Which left both Mr. MacGregor and my uncle in a bit of a bewilderment. If talking to an owl and finding books that were supposedly burnt during the Christian destruction of old knowledge or pagan knowledge was not enough. The whole bookstore was right next to another bookstore known by both the explorers. 83 Bell St, NW1 6TB London Greater London England.  

This gave the ideal chance to collect books from antiquity that had thought lost forever. The problem was the prices for each book had to match some calendar and space time reality. Meaning? Evidently, Mr. Whoo priced his books to reflect the reality he picked up the books and the price he paid along with a percentage to pay for his overhead and keep. There were thousands of books. That Uncle Burton took out a second mortgage of his estate to purchase only a few thousand not the complete set of books is something I can still see sadness in his eyes telling or talking about the experience.

Uncle Burton’s favorite book he enjoyed talking about was a poetry book, of all things. Something about Homer’s Marguerites or marmites or another. “He knew many things, but all badly” My uncle would talk to me about my father who was rather good at farming, but outside of farming had a lack of understanding that astounded both of us.

What I found among the many books was several sheets or skins of what could be books of the bible. There were something like 102 sheets combining to make up something like 24 or 26 books. That I had to learn Ethiopian to read them was a bit of work. The most interesting book called the “Book of the Battles of Yahweh’’  

After reading that book,, I had nightmares for years to come. Then I found binders. One of them seems to show lost short stories found in a suitcase or something like that.

     What inspired most about the collection of books my uncle had purchased. Were the binders that seemed to fill with actual handwritten and typed manuscripts. Specifically, I found one written on what World War I was like by Hemingway, according to marginal notes.

It was like living a tale of an ambulance driver in Italy. The tale is about an ambulance drive in Italy went into vivid details. Serving in the American Red Cross during 1918. How the driver handed out chocolate and cigarettes to soldiers and children. That the driver wounded by mortar fire ascribed to Austrian’s “then there was a flash, as when a blast-furnace door swung open, and a roar that started white and went red,” is most surreal to read the handwritten account. The driver while wounded carried some wounded soldier to safety and injured again, trying to go back by machine gun fire. The handwritten story describes how the driver received a Medal of Valor from the Italian government.

Then the handwriting like a short story went into some detail about how hard war was on a person’s soul. Going into details of how gory and inspiring speeches seem to contradict one another in war. That inspiration should be not in war but in writing or peace or something outside the horrors of war.

The handwriting was wet. And after a moment of realization, I could smell whiskey or rumor someone had spilt some sort of liquor on the paper. It had dried now, but the words inspiring by not being a warmonger was something to understand from the short story. What got me as the reader more into it? Was the detail noting who was in charge of all the American wars of mass murder. Democrats are warmongers.

Thumbing through a new arrival from the bookstore marked second-hand books, a couple of trunks full of books, and worn out leather writings and papers. I came across a mysterious half Spanish half Olde English play written if I could understand the signature by one Willm Shakspere. Secretary handwritten the play seemed in a style similar to Don Quixote with players of the rule court of England taking on the characters’ tones and attitudes towards nobles.

Then I found within the trunk a journal tied to what looked to be a scroll. Translated work in the journal was Kings English. An example of the many chapters in it. Booklet of Abraham and his travelers bethought the portals of bethlehem. The meeting of the queen of the fairies and h’r court. Magicians of fusty Babylon at which hour those gents hath lived f’r seven million years after god hath left those folk to seeth what humanity wouldst becometh without a god. Those gents becameth liketh gods. However, those gents did fail. The entire book seemed like fiction to me.

     I discovered something, a sort of short story by Mr. Dodgson with a key. To what the story went into some rather morbid detail. People think they know parallel realities. This short story however talked about portal stones transporting people to worlds so close to theirs that the mirror realities were the same. Or so close to the same they could not be told differently. That is when I found it. What was a spell of sorts? I read enough of magic by Crowley to know what was wrong. Whatever Mr. Dodgson did in those parallel worlds was not good.

    Dear Readers of this story. After translating this much of the book into a handwritten journal I decided to type out the rest on a computer.  

A Bookstore  “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”

Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore.  The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter.  Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.  

He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton.  He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.

What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that's an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.

He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.

Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.

With these three books, he went back to the entrance.  He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up.  The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”

The owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.  

The owl said, ” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?”  The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”

Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his MasterCard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take MasterCard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.

Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender's expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo. who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.

“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?”  Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”

Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time.  However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash.  He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”

Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”

Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious on what I might miss out on?”

Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more.  He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.

Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back.  To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”

Enter the Bacchus 

And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Bacchus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.

Ender had just gotten into the Bacchus. He worried that all you could eat bread would be out. He asked if there is any left. The cute waitress replied, “There’s plenty left.”

He opened the first book he got from the bookstore Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities, the title “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. After reading the first chapter about how a column in a mosque in Egypt had a way for it to hear the entire world and if asked brightly, you could listen into anyone or their thoughts, Ender exclaimed out loud, “It’s not real.”

The next bread and soup arrived by this time an old man came by. Ender knew him. Malcolm Storm. His great-great-grandfather used to own all of Bozeman and their old mansion now a frat house was on an enormous block with much of it looking like a park walked by.  Malcolm said, “So you have just seen the other bookstore?” Ender replied, “How did you know that?”

Malcolm laughed and sat down. He then went into a story about one of the many stories about him purchasing books from Mr. Whoo. It was quite a story.  

Ender asked, “How does one get back there?” And Malcolm with a wink says do not look, just do what you were doing when you found the bookstore for the first time. To which Ender thought for a while. He had just been wandering the streets of Bozeman, like Robert M. Pirsig had done thinking how much time and money he was wasting on non-practical ideas being thrown out to him and when questioned? The professors always seemed to take offense to their ideas being asked to be explained. That was why he was thinking of quitting the whole thing.

    He then noticed his book on maps. Claw the pirate, a piece of paper or map was hanging out. He reached for it and pulled it out the realm of the Bacchus sort of swirled away.  Somehow he was sitting on a bench in a forest near water and he could hear the most beautiful voices ever. He looked around and his pack with the eight books was there and three loaves of bread and his wine glass was there but to be anywhere in Bozeman? He had no clue where he was at?

A visit to the land under the sea

    Putting on his pack adding the loaves of bread and drinking the wine storing the glass in his pack the best he could he checked his shoes, socks, and found that he still had the service cloth napkin which he was thanking God for because he was out of Kleenex. After this preparation he left towards the singing.  To make sure he could find his way back? He walked in a straight line using stones, and twigs picking up other items every few feet so he could look back and see where he came from.

    What he thought was a river turned out to be a beach for a rather large lake or an inland sea for the water was not salty. The music or singing he finally found was a party.  Now, the singing was in some language Ender had never heard before and was wonderful.  There were women playing in the sea, and to see the other creatures dancing around Ender thought he had gotten stuck in some Mad Hatter story. For there was either the best custom party Ender had ever been or there was a real life goat boy, a girl who modesty made Ender think maybe he was in some sort of Mardi gras for she was dancing wildly with either nothing or very little on.  And the ladies in swimming? Ender wondered about the wine for surely they had fins tails and no legs. Maybe Disney's new theme park? 

    But, how? When a man walked by with a pitcher of? Well, Ender had no idea but somehow the glass that he for sure had in his pack was in his hand and now full of what was white wine.  Seeing others drinking it, Ender went with the flow.  

    After the first sip? Ender was sure he stood and watched a cloud for maybe two weeks. The clouds were there and the party went around him. However, time itself? He was sure he was just watching and not doing anything. And then? A person showed up he recognized.  At Bacchus the cafe the painting of the drinking deity was there and this? Well, this was almost an exact replica. Or Ender had ended up in the picture maybe? Who knows. All Ender knew was Bacchus was there and the Mermaids were somehow now transforming into some of the most beautiful women Ender had ever seen. 

    Ender had known some beautiful women. How? Being abnormal he was one of the few people that would make a person feel connected if they ever were given a chance to talk with him. And? He had listened to some of the wildest women and men in the world. His world at least. How? He wandered into places that people often were lonely. Why? He was usually looking for food. When he would sit down they would come up and tell him their stories. From Seals, to wild women, to murders, to drug users. He had survived two reservations and other places realities that many of his friends or people around him had not lived.

    So when Ender looked and realized the most beautiful women were there and the music was lovely and they were dancing he asked to join in. Now how? First he used his hands to indicate could or would they mind? At first there was a bit of a lag. Meaning Ender dancing moves was like syrup considered to the women and other creatures dancing around.

    Then a hush came over everyone. A lady and gentleman showed up.  A whisper and this time Ender could understand the words. Whatever the wine was allowing him to hear. It was high ole German. The word rae or king and queen finally reached Ender's ears as people were bowing to the two. 

    Just looking at the two Ender realized who they were. He had seen them in pictures of a book describing some Scottish pastor being kidnapped a long time ago. Ender bowed even though he felt no need. Ender was after all a citizen of the United States after all was he not?

    The king looked at Ender. And spoke. Now it was not really speaking, it was a dream or thought. Wildly. Ender felt the future and saw the king of fae and Ender drinking under a mountain watching a cloud for two weeks. And the complete story.  Then?

    The Mermaids started to pair off with faes and other creatures until there was a cute one dancing alone with Ender. They danced until? Who knows it might have been one day or months. For Ender the whole experience was like a dream. Her smile was pushing the boundaries of scary for Ender. For watching the rest he could see the shameful acts going around him and wondering where all this would end up.

    Finally, Bacchus came by with the King of fae again and a third man or Merman for his beauty was truthfully like those of ladies. The Merman then said something and magically the Claw the pirate map book was in his hand.  The three sort of stared and looked at Ender for a moment and then laughter which was so wild that if Ender was not normal he was sure madness would have occurred. 

    Then the conversation happened and the next thing Ender recalled that everyone and everything was under the sea. Seems like a glass fish bowl wherever the sea was at.

    Ender looking down found looking down that he had fins now and was moving with the lady who had been dancing still and her smile was that of something else. Something that showed such pleasure he was a bit worried about what had happened. She came up and said only one word “Rico”. 

    With that word Ender found himself back on the bench where he had first entered this reality. His pack was still there checking all the books still there. The wine glass now had changed into a goblet of some metal.  Wondering what to do he checked for the cloth for a napkin because a Kleenx is one of the most important things on any adventure.  Sure it was there along with something else a new map.  Was it from the Clae the pirate book?  Ender was not sure. However, looking at it he found that the bench was the entry point to what looked like a path to a sea and a city under the sea. 

A path to wonderland? Or is Alice gone mad?

Ender sitting on the bench realizes now that it is some place else. A blonde lady is sitting next to him. He looks at his pack and all the books are still there. He introduces himself. She replies with her name. She said, “My name is Alice.” Ender introduction was more in line with his latest adventure. “Ender Talon, traveling explorer.” He said.

She talks a bit. And Ender realizes that this lady is talking about dancing with Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Now for those in the know. This made the bench rather interesting. Ender looked around and down the path he took to the sea. The line of stones leading to and from the bench were not or gone.

Alice was talking about her time with Mr. Dodgson as if it was yesterday, but her dress was as if in the 1990s. Making this entire conversation wonderfully delightful. Ender asked, “So, how is the Queen of Hearts?” Alice just smiled as if that was a dream and looked bored for sometime not speaking. Like she was in a trance dreaming about some place or someone else.

Ender wondered, so he took out his book he purchased lately and looked through the maps, finding the one with Wonderland scribbled on top. Sure enough, there was a path now showing from the bench to a way was it a tree or a hole under a tree?

Ender looked at Alice, she looked bored or her trance was taking places and making her think. Ender, thinking along reality time wise, recalled that it was 120 years since the publication of by Lewis Carroll and that he passed a long time ago in the 1880s. But this Alice sure seemed to think she was dreaming about dancing with him right now.

Ender snapped his fingers. But this did nothing to Alice, so he thought for a moment. Before setting out down the path shown on the map to the tree. Being rather uncertain again of reality, he placed every few feet on a stone or stick so he could see a path back to the bench. Not wanting to get lost.

Ender reached the tree in about a half hour and 20 small stops along the way to make sure that he could see his path back to the bench. Looking around, he saw a White Rabbit hopping around exclaiming, “Oh, dear, oh dear!” And then hopping down the hole.

Not wanting to be lost forever. Ender took a more careful approach to the hole. Looking around, he found some branches that seemed to have were cut recently and built a sort of long pole, which with some string that he had in his pack he felt comfortable enough that it could hold his weight. Pushing it down the hole, he found that it never reached the bottom.  This made Ender think before doing anything else. He tried to remember all the stores. First there was water, and or was there a room? Ender memory of the complete story was a sort of jumbled at that moment.

Rethinking his plan, he saw if he could do anything else besides lose his pole that he had put down the hole. Holding on to it he began reaching for hand holds which did nothing it seemed. And just then he heard a lady’s voice from behind him and turning he was face to face with Alice. Who just pushed him right into the hole.

He felt but could hold on to his pack, and the pole and in time found that he could slow his descent by brushing the pole width wise against the outer edges of the tunnel or hole’s edges.  This slowed him down. However, midway down Alice passed him. She was free falling with her voice singing some sort of song.  Alice singing, “It’s a very happy unbirthday to me?” 

Ender kept his slower passing of time by using his pole against the edges of the hole and sort of spreading his jacket out like a flying squirrel just to ensure he did not hit hard.

It did not matter.  Why? Well, instead of a dry bottom fallen into, he was met with water coming in through a tiny door. In a tremendous splash he groped for anything to float finding a table and on it was Alice eating something or was she drinking something and shrinking and she handed him something with a brush of a kiss and Ender himself shrank along with Alice and the table.

The two of them along with the table were a sort of washed into the doorway that somehow either had grown larger or their shrinking had been much more than Ender realized, and into an open ocean they all were being moved.

Ender realized that the bottle that he had drank from was bigger than himself and Alice, so they both got into it and using his water proof jacket as a top secured a sort of mode of transportation.  Now during this entire time. Alice just kept on singing, “I wish you a very happy unbirthday to me?”

This was some adventure that Ender was not counted on. Being down a rabbit hole in the middle of an ocean this time because tasting the water was salty was not his grand idea of an adventure. At least he remembered to dry off and used a cloth to dry Alice off to who just kept on singing that “I wish you a very happy unbirthday song.”

Now, Ender had not said a word during this entire part of the adventure and watching Alice. He realized she was entranced with the idea of some Mad Hatter’s unbirthday party or nuts. In either case, he was in a pickle as far as he could see.

At least his waterproof pack held all the books he had been with, three loaves of bread and Alice stuck in a bottle in the ocean. Ender laughed thinking what an adventure.

Meeting the Shadow boy or becoming a pirate?

Ender laughter brought about a change in him. He sat down, opened his pack and found the goblet and three loaves of bread from the Bacchus. Wondering what to drink with the wish for wine. The goblet immediately filled his wish for wine. He broke bread and shared some with Alice, who seemed to have stopped singing and was now just entranced in a glass bottle with him.

Drinking a little Ender talked with Alice about their adventure. She laughed when she heard she had pushed him into the rabbit hole. A most beautiful laugh. Upon finishing the sound of that laughter, a tapping from outside the bottle came to their ears.

Looking around, Ender recognized a pixie from Bacchus’ wild party. Not this pixie, but that she was a pixie. And? She dressed like a pirate of all customs. Which made him even laugh.

She tried to pull the bottle out of the ocean, but to no avail. She then whistled. And from above, a dark shadow came flying down from not far away. Dressed as a pirate, too. The shadow somehow had physical substance and picked the bottle up and flew back to what was a ship? Not a vast ship, but a ship with the skull and crossbones flag flying atop it.

The shadow pulled the jacket off the top of the bottle and dumped Alice and Ender onto a table. Surrounded by? Well, a bear dressed like a cook, a squirrel that seemed to be more or less either a cabin boy or a first mate, and a raccoon of all creatures, along with the pixie all looking at Alice and Ender as one and half inch toys.

The pixie grabbed the goblet and drank it down like a frat boy on spring break. With that, Alice and Ender could understand her wild pixie language. “Who are you?” She asked. Alice not talking to anyone specifically said, ” Oh, no, not this again.” While Ender introduced himself as “Clinton R. Siegle, writer, explorer of worlds and writers of the multiverse.” Along with “And this is Alice.”

Now this made the pixie excited. From what Ender could hear. Evidently, in some port of call, Alice had a price on her head set by the Queen of hearts. The price? Who knows? It sounded like tarts or sweet cakes or something tasty.

The shadow pirate just shocked his head, showing there was a disagreement. Alice however heard all this and taking action ate some bread from her pocket and grew. A piece of the bread fell to the table and Ender picked it up rather fast.

She grew and grew. First to normal size then bigger for the ship started to be pushed down into the ocean and finally she stepped off and it looked like she was big enough that the entire ship was a tiny toy ship for her to pick up which she did and walked to a land mass where she set the ship down on land and then walked away into the distance as if she was a giant having forgotten about the ship and was thinking about doing something else.

Ender realized time to go. He grabbed his pack. And the pixie had dropped the goblet along with the goblet and slid down the bear’s fur to the floor and dashed to a hole the size of a small mouse.  The pixie followed but had been distracted for before she realized he had escaped.

Into the hole Ender went and mysteriously there was a door to shut, which he did.  Blocking it. He found himself trapped inside the pixies room aboard the ship. And according to the writings on some walls. Called the Black Skimmer. 

Now, this has been an exciting day.  And Ender was a bit nervous. Wondering where and what to do.  Finally, he heard a knock on the door.  There was a sort of port window facing the inside of the ship, so he looked out to see the pixie stamping her foot and knocking on the door like a madwoman.

Thinking he could handle a lone pixie, Ender unlocked the door, and she came in. “So, how rude we save you and the first thing you do is break into my room?” said the pixie.  Ender being a pit more unnerved at that moment, apologies and asks her name.  “My name is Wind.” Came her reply.

With that, Ender wished for more wine and offered her some. She again drank it down in one gulp like a drinking professional in some sort of drinking contest. And with that, they sat down to discuss their current state of affairs.

Ender listened as Wind said they were professional pirates out to raid Candy land no less for sweets and tarts. This made Ender laugh a bit, which seemed to make Wind look at him strangely.

Unexpectedly she kissed Ender, and just like under the sea Ender was in a blur for a time. Upon waking up, he found himself dressed as a pirate and his normal size again.  The little pirate pixie flew by and whispered “Rico!” Into his ear and flew away to who knows where.  Ender checked around and found that he had his pack, goblet, jacket, and bottle along with?  A chest. Looking inside was a wonder. A chest full of either diamonds, rubies, and pearls.  With a slight note that he figured he would have to either get a magnifying glass to read or shrink. Putting that into his now pirate coat. He discovered he had a dagger and sword too.  Taking out the sword, it seemed nice. A claymore. Something big. And Ender was big so he could handle it. Taking out the dagger. Well, that surprised him.  The dagger spoke “And who do you think you are?”

They made introductions. This time Ender introduced himself as the Claw, a pirate explorer and the dagger matter-of-factly stated “Brutus the slayer of Caesar.” which made Ender think he had lost his mind or found a mad dagger.

So there Ender was standing on land. Watching Wind leave him with parting gifts. Brutus laughed when Ender asked if he had any ideas why she gave him to Ender. Giving a wink. Seems they will never solve some mystery. Turning around, Ender spotted two paths.

Since Brutus only seemed to laugh. Ender started down one way. When he heard a voice, “I would not go that way.” Turning around, he could not find the source of the voice. Deciding a friendly warning was all he needed, he started down the other path. Again a voice, “I would not go that way.”

This made Ender think for a moment. And in that moment a cat floating above him poofed into thin air as by magic. Ender introduced himself and the dagger to the cat. And the cat? Just smiled and said, “I know. But you can not guess my name can you?” Thinking about the books he had read about Alice and Wonderland. Ender said, “ I think you look like the Chester cat, only younger.” At this the cat poofed away with laughter but his tail sort of pointed towards a third path that was hidden by a tree.  

So off, went Ender down that path.  Walking down the path he heard the most unlikely song.  “A very Happy unbirthday too, you.” The voice sounded like Alice. So Ender followed the noise and found her sitting among a table with a hare, a tea mouse, and a man wearing a hat. Who was the Mad Hatter assumption there and the Chester cat.

Ender not wanting to be rude said, “Hello, may I join in?” Alice said, “Yes, most certainly.” While the Mad Hatter said, “No room, no room, no room.”  However, Chester cat went and whispered something into his ear and then in conscented with a come in wave of his hand. 

The conversation was all about something dealing with politics and a new tax on memes and whoopies cushions which made no sense to Ender. Because in the 1990s memes were an unheard of thing and but whoopie cushions. He listened. Evidently a President could not abide by the memes and put a penny tax on everyone's memes. Which put several social platforms out of business. Now this not being something Ender understood he just listened and wondered.

Anyways, after some tea Ender asked if there was an inn or town nearby that's safe for the likes of him? Being dressed like a pirate he was kind of worried that he might be sent someplace different but Alice said,”Sure, follow me.” And with that the two of them left and for some reason the older Alice held out her hand expectantly as if holding hands was something common for the two of them to do. 

They walked hand in hand for a few miles coming upon. Well, let's be honest, what looked like a town made out of porcelain china?  A sign said, “Welcome to Quadling Country.”

Alice was specific. She looked for a cafe. A sign read Cafe Shi.  It was not made out of porcelain. It was. Well, it was. A Chinese tea temple looking cafe evidently in the middle of the land of Quadling country close to the land of Oz. That Wonderland and Oz were close was something that Ender had not considered however, he was bound to re-read his map book because something was more interesting happening.  Anyway entering the cafe. Alice sat at a table and a well. A dragon appeared at first but then she mortified is the best way to say her transformation into a beautiful lady. Alice asked for a meal. While Ender was a bit unsure about prices and such. Checking his pocket he came upon the small chest and he wondered if he held it if he was small would it grow like his clothes did? So he laid it down and ate a bit and shrank down. Then he drank the growth potion just a little and he and the chest grew together. So that instead of a handful of tiny precious items he had a small fortune he could spend.

With that he asked the lady dragon what he could get with one of the smaller rubies.  The lady dragon’s eye seemed to smile. She knew her prices very well and said, “With that you could purchase this cafe once upon a time.However, for today I will take that coin.” Ender had not noticed but there were a few gold coins in the chest as well as well. He asked what he could get for it. The lady dragon smiled and said, “Free tea, meals, and room for as long as you live.”  Ender now knowing that there must be something special about the coin was undecided but he asked anyway. “What is this place?”  The lady dragon seemed to be lost in a trance and spoke.  “This is the cafe Shi of the spirit realm. A place outside of time, space and the mysteries of reality. Oh, time traveling guest.”

And with that Ender gave her the coin because he had no clue as to its value nor could he think of a reason why one thing would be so valuable and if he was to be able to live here forever to eat and drink so be it.

Ender had a wonderful meal. He however, insisted on inviting the lady dragon and Alice to a cup of wine from his goblet and that was when things became a blur.

The dancing came from music just floating about. All of a sudden there was Bacchus right there in cafe Shi and he was having a lovely dance with the lady dragon while Alice and Ender waltzed and continued to dance.

Then walked in the Shadow pirate and crew. They too for some reason got caught up in the dancing and some China dolls entered and the party continued until everything was just a blur.

The next day. Ender awoke in a four poster bed with nothing on and well. Three ladies staring at him from the end of the bed. Smiling. Wind, a porcelain doll, and Alice. They all said at once, “Rico.” Laughing they left Ender to get dressed in his blushing mannerism. 

A Journal Entry:

That someone had reactivated a time machine. The time traveler could feel and hear the machine. The collider was however not working in the proper location. Those who were overlords of time were trying to send some souls back into a future. The issue? Some of those traveling had been memory swiped so often that what they were to do and not to do. Well, those instructions were all mixed up now. Meaning? Some soulless knew their souls had passed on or did not exist anymore. And questioned their blind obedience to a system that had lost control of. Well, the time traveler had to think. His thoughts. It was more than spacetime. Reality? Is that what they had lost? He tried to remember. Time lords such as Walt Disney? The story, he remembered the Dark Café at the End of the Universe on top of the Empire State building. Hearing from others their stories, he remembered the stories told of sacrifices by other time travelers. He remembered the ending quote “Shiva is coming”. A chill ran unregarded his spine as he recalled his conversation with the man locked in a triple Skiff room. That somehow humanity had broken time and the universe itself. The latest tale went all the way back to 1905. In yet he realized a completely distinct reality or past or future than he saw now and wondered.

He hunted. He sent out his two shadows. People whose souls were so dark that their technology of hiding in the shadows were bio inter-graded into their suits. They brought back details of an army forming in a different timeline. In yet? The time traveler looked into that timeline and discovered its flaw. To realize an ending. Thinking about who might change the flaw. He made a call. Did the overlords know? The person picking up the phone had no clue as to the commands being sent to them. The awkwardness of not hearing from Fred at his desk made the time traveler rethink. Fred was supposed to be the last person to perish in most timelines. That no one was to replace him was wild. In yet? Here he was. And someone else picked up the phone. That they received their command but did not follow up made the time traveler reconsider his next options. To speak with a time lord themselves? That he had been monitoring three of them with interest made the question easy.

What got him in trouble? The three provided back three unique solutions to the problem. His realization of how screwed he might be was when he discovered a time traveler journal online. The story was someone was dying. The issue was? That person held keys to several realities. Many of which souls swapped to keep the day of judgment from happening many souls. The number of souls grew by the day. The time traveler thought and realized something awful. To be living his last 10 minutes of life backwards in time is something weird to experience and realize that there is still time to repent and change his ways. He did. But he still felt the humming of the Wi-Fi. Reading more into the technology that produced the soul, swapping his realization was something that sent him into a panic at first. The first shall be last, and last shall be first. To realize his dreams might have been met on one of this awful realities made him leery. For Christ's statement everything said is to be held accounted for along with every thought, or at least the new technology seemed to show that mind reading now meant that in the last judgment made him want to reexamine his life.

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My dreams of Water

Water is something I love to use as an excuse to swim up and down, wasting my time. I enjoy going fast in an older car just because the back wheel drives skidding around corners. Water means sometimes the most special meals and fun with family in the season. I actually remember people I have since forgotten just for a moment because it is the season. Water wonderland the song is a favorite of mine. I actually enjoy snow chili in the air. Water’s coldness is something to enjoy because I have time that is mine. I hope I can live with my snowmen that I build on the side of a hill. Water is my favorite time of the year. I often look back at shovelling snow at those good old times. Water a wild and exciting favorite season of all year.

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Confession of a space time traveler. I would not be the first pick to be a space time traveler. I am disabled and a bit of a nut to begin with. The complete loss of my family to a parallel family along with history, geography, and other items named brands etc makes this journey odd for me. To begin with, people do not understand that the people that they are now with are not the same people that had the experience with them the day before. In fact, their personality and attitude are changed so much you can wonder if they can not see that you have changed as well. First notices of space traveling is pay attention to where you were told you were in the galaxy. I for example was on the outside left arm of the milky way. Now that I find myself today inside the Milky Way galaxy, I look at several digital stories and wonder if people can not read or just assume fictional and no different or difference where I say I am from. That is a bit of an oddity. What is even more of an oddity is telling a person who their problem is that the person they are arguing with has not the same past as they had? Which makes them stop talking with you and you realize they know that they are not from here. The test to see if you are not from this world as I have `come to put it is as follows. What color is your sun- yellow, white, blue, or green? Where is your heart left, left center, center, right center or right? Abe Lincoln was he a senator or a representative. South America directly below North America or how many miles to the east. I have seen at least 85 worlds and can normally put the following to your worlds once given this is information. Meaning if you say the following Japan is to the left of China. Population was 8.5 billion on May 19, 2016. China did not own outer Mongolia. Obama believed there were 57 states in the Union. Bush believed Sadam Hussain murdered Nelson Mandela.

Being a time space traveler puts your hopes on hold. You see, the person who was here prior to your mind swap has not accomplished everything you have or had done. Re doing something is something I often do. At first I thought it was Deja vu and then realized no. The person in front of me does not do everything the same way. Tieing shoes and putting stuff back, for example. The more concern is starting arguments because of something small is common in the past now not so. I have learned. The funny part is, the guy is on a diet. He does not eat what I eat. I think if he comes back to the body that was in he will find that yes; I did 10000 sit up crunches. But I also spent 100 BS and had a hamburger. Eat that doppelganger I hope you change and become good because there is no way I want to fight Christ nor God nor end this world as you want humanity after 2100. No way, not anymore. I am tired of this perception. You were supposed to have money power in a double life instead I find there are many me all losing out and even in worst condition than I was in. humor how life goes.

Writing at a cafe':

The reader at the bookstore was reading his book. You could see the strain in his eyes. His fingers glanced swipe. This was a person who speed reads through the book. Just like a document or one-page note, but was reading an entire book in the same period as that one page.

The book of fiction he was reading he carefully was not bending. Observing this, I could think that he would not purchase the book. But he would have enjoyed the latest fiction and read it at a speed to complete it in a matter of an hour. That no one would care not to purchase the second-hand book at a new bookstore.

As many of you know, I used to live in the library during the daylight hours of the 1980s. I spent my time with Lewis, Tolkien, Jordan, Rice, before it became cool or interesting to the masses.

I spent some time observing him. Why? I am an interesting person in my own way. To see someone be so careful and watch his movements as you could see him glance at a page and move on?

This was someone I had to meet. Why? Simple. Most of the interesting people I know. Well, they know where a good meal is at. And I was hungry.

I stumbled towards him thinking what I would say. Meaning I had not read the book. I had read something by the author a long time ago. But like most time travelers discovered that words, meanings and ideologies change. Along with the colors and realities of God’s game design.

To think once upon a time, I thought I was unique. Only to discover I was one of so many. Meaning I was part of the parallel realities. That I could step into their shoes for a day to write a story and go the next day to see something else was well weird. Thus like most weirdos. I enjoyed finding and talking with interesting people. Why? Well, because usually some place along the way had a soul or something unique.

I bumped into him. To see me is to wonder how on earth or who on earth let me out of my room? Yes. I am locked away behind several gates. I used to do things, and now? I look like a rag muffin teddy bear with the personality of a pirate. Of course, I had escaped my room that day to get a donut and to check out a bookstore for. Well, for anything worth reading.

He turned and stared for a moment. At that moment, I recognized where I had seen him before. Now this was something unexpected. Usually I meet one soul one day. The person's body is soulless. Meaning not the same stories nor soul or personality. So meeting a soul here in a bookstore was interesting.

So we put our books away. Meaning I too had been re-reading a classic. We went to eat.

And like I said. He knew of a great place to eat. It had German bread fresh. Sort of like finding money in an unexpected place. Because. Well I had lived here five years and never been down this street he took me. Maybe it did not exist in my realities only in his? I do not know Heck. I do not know if I am responsible for my actions or the souls or mind of the person that owns this body is responsible for the body's actions. You say why not? Paul or Saul. That which I would do I do not. And that which I would not do I do. Meaning sometimes I find myself in places and predicaments that the average one footed one eyed teddy bear pirate would not be found. Let’s be honest. 

Now what we discussed? We discussed Borge. An Argentina writer that seemed to be misplaced in time and space. How? Simply put , he lived backwards into a life that was not his. That is why he had fame, fortune, power, and money. While I had was German bread.

We discussed the time of tribulation and wondered if we were doomed or lost souls without real bodies?  So he had heard the story too. I asked if or when he heard the story of the ends of the real worlds not the mirror worlds? He looked at me.  What did I know?

I told him a tale from a journal I once read a long long time ago. About how realities were created for the sole purpose of letting one soul rule a reality and become well sort of the deity there. He asked did I believe that? I told him of the horror stories I knew were behind me and in front of me for I had seen both the future and the past. And we both came to the same conclusion. That the billions of years were just a matter of seconds to our real bodies and that all of this was just some sort of game.

He asked which future I had seen. I had seen so many endings I told him of the most recent memory.

Space exploration is something in 2070. Ever since the 2021 announcement that the aliens had been in contact with them since the 1950s in this timeline reality has shifted drastically. Meaning prior to the announcement there was the normal 1 to 3 years in advancement in technology and mapping of the galaxy to now there is something new almost daily. Moon bases: The first moon base was out already. Which was wild to find out that all those adventure stories from the Montauk Project were real? Mars? Somehow use energy transportation was available already, and they had built a sizable outpost on Mars due some galactic war where the world’s governments wanted to keep humanity safe from knowledge that their very existence was on a collision course with war.

What got more humanity involved was the cheap orbital habitats and skyhooks locations put into orbit by space elevators. Orion space module which was just to use for man space flight to the asteroid belt was repurposed with some tools and a complete mining operation of the asteroid belt happened by 2030. The elemental table kept expanding. From 103 elements to 283, then to 315 elements. Each allowing for a new material to be built cheaper and easier than humans could do.

What happens when luxury happens to a complete population? Some wild dreams happened. People began living much longer and instead of costly education and certifications. Free education allowed the advancement of almost every field.

Artificial intelligence use was everywhere. To think of a toaster that talks and can butler was something to see for those that had not grown up with technology. However, they became used to the new advances. Soon Mars, Earth, and Venus were being used to populating and spread humanity among the solar system as late as 2045. The newsbots were spreading the word of the first Venus born baby being born knowingly. The governments and aliens were always one step ahead of the newsbots, so who knew what was real these days.

The awkwardness was when the first transportation energy gates were being constructed for matter transportation. They needed space flight. Now, because of several fictional designs built in the past with energy ranging from the possible to the impractical. The first spaceflight to Venus took a terrible amount of time, seven months. Reason? The Humanities government demanded to be in charge of the spaceflight. However, soon after that the aliens were allowed their own spaceport and exotic and space flight to other places outside of the Sol System was possible by 2046.

The poor were the first to flee earth. With spaceflight so cheap, people found jobs in exotic realities and the pay was peanuts compared to earth, still fed, clothed, and provided a decent income. They found the reality of Artificial intelligence to help humanity plan for the needs of several unique cultural space races that were not growing their population anymore and needed something more than the robots that took over many aspects of the workforce.

When the cheap freighters and space crafts showed up in used old car lots around the world, soon people were leaving in masses to repopulate places that had been abandoned because of unknown causes was the told language on the newsbots put out.

The conspiracy theories of course talked about a galactic war and that soon humanity would be needed to fight off some meanest or other.

However, this was told by a time traveler from the past 2070. Traveling to 2020. Why? time travel along with space travel was something to do. That time technology like closed time curved loop reality was possible with the use of D'WAVE computers. Many large accidents got avoided completely and changed the course of a lot of humanity’s ideologies and thinking.

The problematic approach? Why the other cultures and aliens were dying out. They were not dying per se , someone trapped them in a dream, more or less. Meaning? Humanity entered the AI game in 2069. One year before the end of humanity, to be exact. People laugh and say humanity will live via cloning for seven million years in some realities.

I am here to tell you the truth as a dead speculator; I suppose. The final game everyone in humanity enters the game after their death. The game was so advertised that no one realized it was what caused the noble deaths of cultures and other alien races.

The game. Strictly speaking, I am not really dead yet. I am still traveling. Meaning my final 10 minutes of life is upon me and I am just writing this as a confession of sorts. 

The game kills humanity, just like the other races. They built it to entertain some people so advance we might as well call them what they are deities. They play for souls and such. They play for keeps. What they do is undoable. In yet? There are stories of time travelers messing with their stories, creating personalized realities where the deities were held in check for a time. Making them believe the unbelievable. That they were in charge of their fate. If I seem sarcastic here, I must admit I am such a designer. I Did things no man realizes in this reality or time.

Do not believe me. I doubt I would. Being almost dead is not what I expected it to be like. They push 10 minutes of the minds back through realities that they passed the soul through to play their games of chance. Some for fun. Some for drama. Others for wars. Wars. The wars of Gods are wild. Some for horror. If you do not believe, read Zechariah and realize zombies are real and I have memories of losing to them more than once.

In my final 10 minutes I am watching the time of tribulation once again. So few people make it this far in the game. To do so makes me wonder. I know I lost and am in jeopardy for telling the stories, but who is left that cares? The time lords or wizards are dropping like flies.

So what is the game? It allowed minds to believe anything and everything was possible. From space exploration to marching into hell. It was a game, and for humanity who loved entertainment, they fell into within a year of being introduced to it. 2069 was the death of humanity.

Within one year of introduction as entertainment, the whole of humanity was almost wiped out. I say almost. What happened? The rich enslaved about a third of humanity and put them into the game without them knowing it. They were placed in events and sports and games that they were not specifically assigned to in the universe or designer game plan.

Meaning the rich cheated the poor. By bribes and so forth and the souls there got caught into realities where the rich felt or dreamed they won control of the game. The sickness like I said almost wiped out humanity by 2070 space exploration was really mind placed inside almost coffins or for those into the religion universal gaming system.

The few humans left were workers on outside worlds where the aliens had taken them in more than pets and used them to do things that robots labor union contracts prohibited an Artificial life form to work. Explicit sex trades etc. Kind of awful ending to a beginning.

But I am here to tell you a tale, an adventure of sorts. So, lets begin. I awoke on earth 6.5 billion years into a future that no longer remains because well I am no longer there and my breath brought it to life sort of speaking. Without a soul, the game is rather automated, and they force the design. Whereas a game with a soul can or is flexible. Why? I do not know. They say chaos or chance. But after reading John Von Neumann's last paper on chaos. There is no such thing. It is just a storytellers place and chance is nothing but the game designers deciding to do something new to keep their clients entertained; I suppose.

My earth South America was below North America. April 18, 2016, there were 8.5 billion people. Mostly golems or soulless players or for gamers non-player characters with limited ability to do anything. There I awoke and played out a game. According to the internet in the April timeframe our galaxy of 377,000 light years across was to hit the next galaxy in 365,000 years.

Since that date? I have been traveling back through time in reanimated worlds for a day or second, to be precise. They broke each day down to mere seconds so the gamers could have the most game play, evidently to make them feel comfortable hurting people.

The precise number goes something like this: 60 sec in 1 hour 24 hours in one day 365 days in one year wherein a player’s average life span was originally 120 years but was reduced to 70 years for game play sake. 60 × 24 × 365 × 70 = 36792000  this then multiplied by a quark somehow is called fractal math and the result is 23 billion splits of the soul, each of these quark seconds is a chance in a different reality if that makes any sense to you.

Meaning 1 second quark one day of game play in some reality. Earth? That is just the funny part. The earth I described April 2016 was what I called home. And now that I am on recall to my original body? I am unsure of the consequences of my actions in this game. Was I good or evil I have only hope and faith left and both in Jesus. However, let me say the bible changes from Lion laying with lamb to Wolves roaming lambs, so who am I?

I am just a time traveler in a closed time curved loop going back into the game. The question is to enslavement or hell or balance my life so carefully to be vomited out into these mixed up realities one more time?  2080 space exploration was real. Humans saw the world through, they provided whatever vision. We conquered worlds. In yet? It or this might be just all a game and I am ending for the time of tribulation draws to an end, I suppose?

My adventure was what I was going to talk about, not an ending. Let me see where to begin. I suppose under a yellow sun. Not here where they have the mirrors set up for a Calmarie transfer of souls back into their bodies. They replace the sun here with the mirror weapon system that recently fried all the trees of the world. Kind of not for me. 

Who was I there? Ah, that is a question. I was a poet. My work used to be read. I used to inspire people to do good. My letters from leaders said thanks for the concern about war with Syria to famine in Africa to the genocide in Africa.

Where or should I say here? I look for my traces to see who I was there, and I seem to have misplaced them or did not do them here. Was the person here soulless and did nothing but according to some game a non-player character? That I wonder about these days. After all, the closed time curved loop for several people is ending.

Like who? Hillary Clinton and I were on the Sagittarius arm where Abe Lincoln was senator.  While George Jr. Bush was on an arm of the galaxy where Sadam murdered Mandela. While Obama saw a reality where the United States had 58 states. And Trump voted the day after Thanksgiving.  Laugh all you want.

But that is the end of the story. Did humanity ever really reach the stars or was it all in their minds in the game of life?  That is the awkward question. For you see. I remember fighting on a star bridge and failing greatly as one of the last ten generals. 

Was it a dream? I no longer know. I do know that my dreams of space flight included that space travel between worlds took less time due to the space elevator that launched vehicles into space without a blast off. My memory of huge ships that no longer make any sense to me fighting an hopeless battle also are concise to points of time and space.

While recently I remember Katrina in 2003 being called in because a DOD research lab let loose a zombie virus and Blackwater mercenary bragging of killing 200 or more US citizens being paid by the US government. 

Spaceflight that I remember a time when the Russian were first on the moon. That let alone did they have a landing they had the first female and this time she did not float into the atmosphere wrongly and burn up. 

Spaceflight? Orbiting earth now is a weapon platform of the solar mirror. It is placed there to fight the invasion well. The Space Force with their spacecraft are prepared to fight. WEll, according to the story here heaven or hell depending on reality.

.I had my instructions. I was in charge of a message fleet frigate. If earth's defense failed the message was nuke the planet. The rich had their shelters and the poor? They did not even know of the war going on. That trillions of dollars had been stolen over the years and taxes raised on them until they paid more in taxes than on food few people even realized.

That the war went badly is all I can remember. You see you can not fight the designer of the game. For when you appear to win. We destroyed everything that was sent against us. The designer just brings the invasion force back. Them without a scratch and earth's forces? Down to 15 percent. Still we fought on until I was told to deliver the message nuke earth and that happened and? We fled in our frigate did it matter?

No. In the end the designer of the game got their game back. And the rich in their bunkers The horror stories told on lone outposts forgotten from other times and realities?  The poor getting mad at their masters dug them out of their bunkers raping and roosting them over open pit fires. People laugh and do not realize that was ist moment ago in some realities. 

The event of 2012. The end game. The waking is happening and all games are being returned to their physical form. Meaning a winner of the game possibly or a conclusion of things. To think all the spaceflight the other worlds the other realities. Were just a dream in an Artificial reality. 

My stranger from the bookstore laughed and handed me another piece of German bread. 

STrange how the closer to the real date of 2012 ending:

The corona-virus stolen from Canada in March 2019 was a planned population reduction aim of reducing humanity to 500 million.  Then a quick deal was made, the virus purchased from the weaponry division of the Communist party to Wuhan WuXi AppTec owned by George Soros had a plan to remove Hong Kong protesters.

There then is the issue Soros shorted Chinese stock in August 2019 and accidentally increased the genetic splice receptors to 500 million Chinese males instead of a specified 10 million in Hong Kong.

The Communist party threatening Soros shuts down the stock market, making all his short sales worthless until the market comes back online.

The transfer with a profit of shorting Hong Kong made someone greedy. And instead of receptors for just one province that had a large portion of Chinese from Hong Kong. Unknowns paid scientists to target those most likely within the communist party.

The release from WuXi labs was much easier than expected. Level 4 in China meant only one airlock and no one even seemed to change their shoes. Thus, the virus walked out of the lab in September and released in November.

The first notice of the virus came on December 1st, with the death of a person unexpectedly. Now on lockdown the communist scared to go on the streets. A solution comes from another source which funny enough seems to be the very company that produced the stolen virus. Bill Gates foundation antivirus release and purchased large quantities. The significance? Where is the company at? It is in England. The year 2020. Which means V for Vendetta seems to reflect this reality possibility for V comes and changes England in 2038. Is there a spider in your nightmare? 

In the meantime, the virus becomes water borne enough to test for sewage in 17 cities throughout the southern part of China.

The quarantine of 400 million comes into effect as deadly outcomes. Are we watching Revelation 6, plague of death taking out a fourth of the world. 

Or is this conspiracy in the US of A real?

Map to Wonderland

Wonderland? Why, yes I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land. A sort of between Oz and Kathmandu. However, on the Chinese side. Not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean. Few people realize that in England. The reader with the assumption that Alice was English. That small portals or wrap holes or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to all sorts of places in the world and elsewhere. Any ways Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talks with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book. About a place that great Uncle Burton talked about during the night tea. Uncle Burton talked about how he and a madman. That made hats for a living. Once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught. The hat maker in one of Uncle Burton’s many tales. Was given the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his real name but that he was a hat maker for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by Uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey. There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen? The map that could take people across time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyais. Just where had the map come from? Who knows? However uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor at times pirate or cacique of Poyais. Had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela. At times one had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey at times tells tales and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said the ship was bound to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some high official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent. Anyway where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful and sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway a twinkle in my eye I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes yes that was where this story was supposed to go. AH, yes. After some wine. Let me see. Getting back to the map of the universe, Wonderland, Sir Barton, Pirate known as MacGregor, and well the rabbit that stole the map of the universe. Where was I? ah, yes. Uncle Burton or Sir Barton the man was everywhere in the 1800s he lived a charmed life. He and Mr. MacGregor meet off the coast of India. General Pirate MacGregor had the map with him and was on an expedition to Nepal. The idea of gaining more investors for his territory in Venezuela required that he have something special. The map indicated a gold statue which MacGregor had promised one of his investors. Sir Burton was not Sir at this time. He was a young man and I believe he said he was the 15th or 18th Bombay Native Infantry based in Gujarat and under the command of General Charles James Napie. Anyway Uncle Burton was one of the few learned white men that was interested in languages and learned oh gosh lots according to Uncle Burton. 

I think a short list was a proficient speaker of Hindustani, Gujarati, Punjabi, Sindhi, Saraiki and Marathi as well as Persian and Arabic. Anyway, Mr. MacGregor arrived in India aboard a steamship and was lost looking for someone to help with languages in Bombay. The two meet her per Uncle Burton at a brothel. At this time, Mr. MacGregor was calling himself Cazique of Poyais. In layman’s terms, a chief of a South American country to which he was selling land, and other items to any would be an investor. The two meet over a woman. She introduced Uncle Burton to Cazique of Poyais in English. Because she had listened to Mr. MacGregor's tale and thought that Uncle Burton could help. Any ways Mr.MacGregor vice general of the Venezuela army over a drink told this story. He was in a battle with some locals in Caracas. A cannon ball had bounced and hit right under him while he was reviewing an old map he had liberated as a pirate from a priest or cardinal. The cannonball had exploded, and when he awoke, he was in Bombay of all places. He had served her Majesty for a few years and recognized the city from stories he heard during service. Well, he had folded up his map and found that he had some loose coins. Stumbling into a local house of ill repute, he had met the lady who had introduced Uncle Burton. In short order, the two had made plans to follow the map. That changed daily to a shrine where Oro in Spanish was spelled out on a mountain claiming to border India and China. The weird part was that the map would change at times. And the outline of England with territories named Oz, Never-land and other lands unknown in the 1840s were shown. Anyway, Uncle Burton, Division general MacGregor outfitted a small team to remove said statue of gold for financial gains. The team comprised two others, a mule, and supplies. They set out in 1945 or 1956 depending on which reality you would count the years in. They crossed the mountain range. One night while sleeping near a lake. Some bodies as Uncle Burton would describe them snatched one of the two mule handlers. His description is that one moment the guy was carrying firewood back to the fire. The next a hooping dead person or as the Chinese people later would call a vampire hopped out of the lake and grabbed the guy. The other three attempted to get their companion back fighting the bodies. Uncle Burton's eyes would stop for a moment. In disbelief he would say that the flesh of the skulls came off most of the bodies. They tried however their mule handler had his throat ripped out and bleed to death. He shook his head. The bodies just ate their mule handler. And slurped up his blood wherever it fell on the ground. With slurping sounds that memories made Uncle Burton shiver just recollecting the happening. 

Now, running away from them. Burton, MacGregor, a mule handler, and mule came to a posted sign in the middle of the mountains between India and China. They had left their tents and sleeping gear. The mule evidently had some food left on it being unpacked while one of the mule handlers had gotten wood for the fire.

To say they were not equipped is the correct statement. However, MacGregor had his book and map, which he insisted they check before going a step further. The mule and mule handler would not listen to this and just took the left side of the posted sign and left. The slurping undead were far behind. However, they still could be heard, so a lighted torch was made from some torn material and the map and book consulted.

  Ender sitting on the bench realizes now that it is some place else. A blonde lady is sitting next to him. He looks at his pack and all the books are still there. He introduces himself. She replies with her name. She said, “My name is Alice.” Ender introduction was more in line with his latest adventure. “Ender Talon, traveling explorer.” He said.

She talks a bit. And Ender realizes that this lady is talking about dancing with Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Now for those in the know. This made the bench rather interesting. Ender looked around and down the path he took to the sea. The line of stones leading to and from the bench were not or gone.

Alice was talking about her time with Mr. Dodgson as if it was yesterday, but her dress was as if in the 1990s. Making this entire conversation wonderfully delightful. Ender asked, “So, how is the Queen of Hearts?” Alice just smiled as if that was a dream and looked bored for sometime not speaking. Like she was in a trance dreaming about some place or someone else.

Ender wondered, so he took out his book he purchased lately and looked through the maps, finding the one with Wonderland scribbled on top. Sure enough, there was a path now showing from the bench to a way was it a tree or a hole under a tree?

Ender looked at Alice, she looked bored or her trance was taking places and making her think. Ender, thinking along reality time wise, recalled that it was 120 years since the publication of by Lewis Carroll and that he passed a long time ago in the 1880s. But this Alice sure seemed to think she was dreaming about dancing with him right now.

Ender snapped his fingers. But this did nothing to Alice, so he thought for a moment. Before setting out down the path shown on the map to the tree. Being rather uncertain again of reality, he placed every few feet on a stone or stick so he could see a path back to the bench. Not wanting to get lost.

Ender reached the tree in about a half hour and 20 small stops along the way to make sure that he could see his path back to the bench. Looking around, he saw a White Rabbit hopping around exclaiming, “Oh, dear, oh dear!” And then hopping down the hole.

Not wanting to be lost forever. Ender took a more careful approach to the hole. Looking around, he found some branches that seemed to have were cut recently and built a sort of long pole, which with some string that he had in his pack he felt comfortable enough that it could hold his weight. Pushing it down the hole, he found that it never reached the bottom.  This made Ender think before doing anything else. He tried to remember all the stores. First there was water, and or was there a room? Ender memory of the complete story was a sort of jumbled at that moment.

Rethinking his plan, he saw if he could do anything else besides lose his pole that he had put down the hole. Holding on to it he began reaching for hand holds which did nothing it seemed. And just then he heard a lady’s voice from behind him and turning he was face to face with Alice. Who just pushed him right into the hole.

He felt but could hold on to his pack, and the pole and in time found that he could slow his descent by brushing the pole width wise against the outer edges of the tunnel or hole’s edges.  This slowed him down. However, midway down Alice passed him. She was free falling with her voice singing some sort of song.  Alice singing, “It’s a very happy unbirthday to me?” 

Ender kept his slower passing of time by using his pole against the edges of the hole and sort of spreading his jacket out like a flying squirrel just to ensure he did not hit hard.

It did not matter.  Why? Well, instead of a dry bottom fallen into, he was met with water coming in through a tiny door. In a tremendous splash he groped for anything to float finding a table and on it was Alice eating something or was she drinking something and shrinking and she handed him something with a brush of a kiss and Ender himself shrank along with Alice and the table.

The two of them along with the table were a sort of washed into the doorway that somehow either had grown larger or their shrinking had been much more than Ender realized, and into an open ocean they all were being moved.

Ender realized that the bottle that he had drank from was bigger than himself and Alice, so they both got into it and using his water proof jacket as a top secured a sort of mode of transportation.  Now during this entire time. Alice just kept on singing, “I wish you a very happy unbirthday to me?”

This was some adventure that Ender was not counted on. Being down a rabbit hole in the middle of an ocean this time because tasting the water was salty was not his grand idea of an adventure. At least he remembered to dry off and used a cloth to dry Alice off to who just kept on singing that “I wish you a very happy unbirthday song.”

Now, Ender had not said a word during this entire part of the adventure and watching Alice. He realized she was entranced with the idea of some Mad Hatter’s unbirthday party or nuts. In either case, he was in a pickle as far as he could see.

At least his waterproof pack held all the books he had been with, three loaves of bread and Alice stuck in a bottle in the ocean. Ender laughed thinking what an adventure.

Death? Now? Really?  

The Owl was sitting on a branch high in the tree. My mom liked to spook me. Her telling of how death is around the corner every time she sees an owl. And? Well, I knew the story of threes. It happens to my family. Cousins, three die within a week. Uncles, Aunts, all seem to die together. Her stating the obvious did not help me feel any better. I mean out. The owl was most likely running from the fire that was burning around Lame Deer that year.

The dramatic question was who or hoo was going to die this time? Meaning? Again, my mom would tell me of some family on the Rez that had something horrible happen to them. Dear Lord, help that family. Shame on those that hurt people. When she is not scaring me. I got to hear stories of those supposedly heading south to the southern tribe. And? I had heard of the ice wells for a long time. I just wondered how many bodies as well that three miles of chain, rope, and line went down before they stopped trying to reach the bottom could hold? Meaning? A lot of dead people in those wells if the stories are truthful, I suppose.

What I find wild is the number of reported murders that year. I had to go to Washington DC on some school trip. The host was saying oh how bad it was and how scary DC was. I did the numbers to see. They said they had 81 per 100,000 that year. I laugh a little. From hearsay and from my mom, a little town in the middle of nowhere Montana had 21 to 23 people murdered or suspected of their deaths. And we were talking about May. So? 23 per 3000 people the murder rate was almost double that of DC. So?

I ditched the walking tour. I went places. I saw things. I talked to a lot more people than you would expect for a hick from Montana to talk to. Why? I was on an expensive adventure I had no interest in. And? The people I was with thought one thing of me, and I thought another thing. Simply put. I was me. And to fit in or conform to listening to people and politicians’ speeches was sticking to me. Meaning? I got in an argument with our Congressman at the meet and greet with your congressman. Why? He lied. And? So people shunned me, and I said the truth.

What did he lie about? I asked the simple question about insurance for school sports. His reply was it was not his responsibility and when he was in school he played with rocks. So? I sunk his career the next go around. How? I am me. I do what I can with whom I can. I used to be much more. And now? I think I am walking in the valley of the shadow of death and I wonder. Seems rather viscous of me. No. I was viscous once or twice. What I did was truthful. The truth can hurt people.

Meaning? The sports program went away. I just reminded the kids that instead of sports now they are paying for insurance.

So? Same with Black Lives Matter and Antifas. Meaning? I remind you of peaceful protests? Wonderful, I am for change. I think they should hold the police who are irresponsible accountable. I also remind the public that democrats created the laws that put 10 to 20 million people in jail for smoking or doing drugs. So? The BLM and antifaz burning down buildings for pay will not be put in jail. The democrat DA’s are letting them off? So? Well, either your tax dollars or your insurance premiums are going to pay for every single piece of property destroyed. So? Well, since when have you ever heard of insurance companies not upping your prices? Ferguson, Baltimore, thinks your renter insurance, your home insurance went up 1 to 4 percent and never went down and you are still paying premium and profits to the insurance companies for the democrats to burn down your property.

So? Well, if I reminded you that your congressman failed to create or even take a serious question about high school sports insurance. And I remind you now about renter insurance. Maybe that is how this story should go. Not of a past story, but of a present story.

I mean, the stakes are higher now. The idea that China has an army in Canada awaiting November 3rd to march on the United States if Trump wins again? I know I know you say that is nuts. I say you heard it here first? Or second, or have you not been listening? Things happen in pairs or threes. So let's look covid? Done. Mark of the Beast? Done. What happens in between in the book of Revelation? Well, famine, war and plague. Oh, wait, that too is happening. And to kick this off? Majority of the rich elites are hiding now in their bunkers hoping for something to save them.

So the power of three is here? And what has this to do with owls? Oh, that is simple. I saw one the other day. And? My uncle, aunt, and wife’s uncle have passed away. I suppose there is a pyramid of reasoning to all. And what has this to go with a trip to Washington DC? Simply put. Memories. You see, I also interrupted the delegate to China and warned him not to attack Taiwan and? That warning stopped some guy from being run over by a tank in some worlds. And in this world? I do not know anymore. I look and see that China has part of Mongolia here and wonder. I do not recall China in my youth ever having anything to do with Mongolia.

A tale. So, the White House had a tour. I ditched upon closing in on Abe Lincoln bedroom. The column to the left of it has a hidden door. The staircase you can walk down three floors, actually six. I went to the third floor after getting a little concerned with what I saw on the sixth floor. Anyway, on the third floor is the White House cafeteria. And there you can or could have a meal. I already told parts of this story elsewhere.

Anyway, the entire staff then were black. Not African Americans' meaning? It was not even a politically correct term outside of blacks to be used. As for me? I ain’t white, so I did not really care. However, I got to eat with a pleasant gentleman there. He was African American today, but then he was black and just wanted to talk.

I listen, I always get to listen. Delightful story. Kind of a weird story. Something to do with ghosts and things that happened during JFK and Johnson’s term. Why would he talk about them? I do not know Bush Senior was in office at the time.

Anyway, his story was that. Nay. I already told this story too. I also told the story of meeting someone and following him into the tunnels that lead under the library of congress.

Maybe I should write about my trip back from the conference of the Bookworms? It was not so much excitement as there is or was a secret portion of a tunnel that leads directly to the subway from behind Abe Lincoln. Meaning? I already told the Bookworm story. But after leaving the library of Congress, the sub basement of the library tunnel leads to a door to the left of Lincoln and from there it is a four-block hike to the subway.

Not much of a story, I suppose. Anyway. Dreams of a madman are like that, after all. Just pointing out your insurance premiums are going up and it is not my fault. And the owl? I should have attended four funerals since seeing him. Makes me wonder about truth and story telling.

What good is it for? Well , to be frank. Perfectly nothing. That is the beauty of it, you see.  It is good for nothing.

Humanity and robots?  What is the difference?

The year was 2012. The mark of the beast had been created as an internet hive mind to track humanity. Or the beginning of the borg. The space/time traveler laughed. He had seen this story before.  He had seen the cyclones and the robotic realities in time. 

The Artificial intelligence stealing souls in the server made humanity into a hive mind. The soulless reality did not begin at the end. It ended humanity's reality on this timeline. The traveler watched as the mark of the beast went from a corporation Micro- which killed creativity to a what is best for all reality.

From one point of view the lack of souls provided a community. From another? Individuality died that day with 2000060606 patents being used as the common currency centralized banking system.  Use their system or starve to death.

The issue?  Religious books had foreseen this in visions. Or did religious books foretell something that had happened elsewhere already?  That was the trick of time travel was it not. To repeat over and over again in parallel realities the same events.  

Meaning? A second in this time meant billions of years elsewhere. The time traveler looked back across time from Orion nebula to Orion spur to Orion Arm to Pegasus which was no longer even an arm of the galaxy to Sagittarius and realized that this too is a past. That humanity already was greedy enough to itself and wondered. Did the time traveler care enough to implement the last resort?  Maybe that is why he was stuck in a third world country. Implementing the last resort was not real.

Sure he had been there once twice a third time when the last resort had been implemented.  Evil always had to be documented.  Sure no one believed him. Did the time traveler still write it out and say “Hey stop being evil.” Sure, sure did his rants do any good? Nope.

The last resort.  That the communist, and fascist had been better prepared for the last resort than the capitalist made him leery.  Why?  That 400 to 800 years of technology was already hidden in their patent office was obvious to him and when that happens? The borg would consume humanity.  What about humans living with the borg?  

That was the lie was it not?  No one remembers their Atlantis stories, no one remembers what really happened to Noah and his ship. They always assume this is that world and did not pay attention to details told elsewhere by people just passing through their reality.

The real question was these the borg for the missing planet?  The time traveler checked in with those time wizards that were supposedly in charge of this cluster fuck.  That only one of them even recognized the change in a member. And when challenged about what or who was there a group tried to kill the time traveler was certain that this was not the right timeline. 

Why?  The time traveler was one of few that if they ceased to exist their real reality of a timeline outside of this mess would simply disappear.  Meaning?  Do you not realize all of this reality is nothing more than a movie. A 3D hologram. Laughter is heard.  No one believes.

The time traveler suggests you read “The Secret of Light” or in layman’s terms come to the realization that humanity is nothing more than an avatar on some wild betting game board where God’s plural play out lives to their desired outcome. 

Surely someone is lying.  Why would the storyteller tell such bad stories? Why war, famine, etc?  Welcome to the worlds plural simulator. Do you think are real or a robot?  Humanity already lives soulless and not very well. 

Do you not realize that certain human or golems are placed on earth for the sole purpose to make your life hell?  If you do not believe me, seek out someone you think is your nemesis and see for yourself at times you will realize that they simply exist to annoy you.

Or that this is a hologram?  Try this: all life on earth comes from plants. And plants take all their life from light using chloroplast. Meaning? You, me everything alive is nothing more than stabilized light or significance you are nothing more than a hologram.

And robots?  Artificial lie? The borg hive mind?  Simply put is nothing more than an endgame to humanity. A way out of the game. Is it a true way out?  The time traveler remembers a different reality and sadly smiles. This is not the path for humanity.  God made gods and to realize that even if the hive mind could fathom everything in this reality that the next level of the game of life is so much more that anyone stuck as a borg or cyclone or robot missed out on. On? In reality.

 Time traveler's concern:

The time traveler just walked into school. He looked at the calendar. His concern? September 10th, which year and which calendar was being used? Why might one ask? The secret of time traveling is that the older realities had slowed down their reality. So that time stood still for them. While speeding up other realities to see what the outcome of those realities were. If the time traveler was in the wrong reality on September 10th. It could actually be the end of 2012. As humanity knew it from the only accurate sun and star calendar left on most parallel worlds.

The date September 7th. This brought up the time traveler's neck hairs too. He had heard about what had happened to those realities a long time ago. Or just a couple of years or months ago, depending on a multiverse time traveling pirate.

Meaning in some realities, September 7th. That was when the Atlantic ocean gassed out all the coasts. In some earths parallel time frames. Meaning? CO2 gas came up and moved inland for 300 miles. Basically freezing to death everything in a matter of seconds. Even the military special response could not activate fail safe doors, and a lot of the aftermath was war.

At least it was not September 8th. When a comet hit the earth. The time traveler went to the place of knowledge to check on something else. The internet was password protected. The problem was fixed rather easily. The information reviewed. Thank God for Ben Franklin and libraries.

Just why was the time traveler here was a question on his mind? The reality? His soul when stolen a long time ago in yet only seconds ago from heaven had passed through here. This was his backward pass to the day of judgment. He knew that. The trolls knew that. Everyone but humanity did not realize their souls were coming due soon. And there was not much the time traveler could do. Why?

His 100s of emails to congress and senators had gotten him labeled a nut. Better and not than telling people to repent and be good than evil. His stories? When he looked at last count from one reality to the next changed. The number reading his journal went from 4000 to 10,000 depending on when he changed his password. Why did he change his password so often? He smiles, knowing something those that were watching did not.

Time was flowing again. Today’s sudden growth of a tree some 40 feet high made reality a question on his mind. He had read the CIA now unclassified reports about those caught for too long in time travel. That is why they had stolen kids and used them. If the kids did not know what was happening to them. The end results would be a round trip in a closed time curved loop through reality. Per some German Nazi philosopher making those realities seen by that soul real for that point in time. How could they do it? Stealing souls from heaven and moving into a future parallel mirrored world.

They stole whole generations of people and sent them on their trip. Now? Now the time traveler looked at the people and knew that he was talking to a past that he could interact with them. Shouting he said be good, do good for the day of God is coming. It just annoyed them and he, the time traveler, knew again what failure must be like.

That he had failed a life was something of a tale. But this? This tale beat all his pirate tales. That not one of the three million readers he used to have would read it kind of made him sad. To realize all those people were. Well, if closed time curved loop reality is real. Well, were not real people to him in the frequency of heaven he was going to be judged at. Was he going to be punished, of course? The only way one could live in hell was well. The time traveler knew. He knew his soul was a question on his mind these days.

Will his soul make it to the day of judgement and if so was his soul going to find a body? And if not, what happened to bodiless souls?

That he had asked a rabbi and got an answer. Was not real to him. For he quizzed the man afterward, and he knew not what he was saying. Sure, he assumed he was talking to a gentle. However, the traveler’s name had changed. And while people knew one spelling, another spelling was just that. That he had been forced out of the church upon asking something was another matter.

He wondered if in reality people realized what they were watching? The end times. The mark of the beast, a patent granted to a software company. People abandoning churches. All signs in the book of Revelation which no longer was Revelations. That’s the end of times. Revelation 6 plague was nothing more than another man made designed duster. Which had failed. Made this whole reality travel a bit sad for the time traveler?

Why? For tomorrow if he woke up it would be another day. What happened if he died before then? He had heard the horror tales and did not want to think about that. Why? With the breath of God. Which he was supposedly carrying back to the reality perishes sooner. But if he dies? He had asked.

The sadness of wizards is they tend to think they know who they were talking to. Sure, the man might have lived 159 lives before and was according to him 11 billion years old. The time traveler wondered if he knew? So he gave a bit of advice free of charge and poof. The wizard let alone knew what he was dealing with; he wanted nothing to do with the soul.

The soul smiled. How sad. To see reality perish for lack of understanding. The book of Revelation is made to say if you are this bad. God will come. So the answer was and has been do not be this bad. The difference in yet even a wizard talking to something or someone scary that makes little kids cry. Well. The time traveler was scary after all. Most pirates are.

The event. He looked again online where September 10 no 11 no 12th the date kept on changing. So he wrote it down and did for sometime. But no one asked, and no one seemed to care. So he stopped again. And now? The end was near. In yet. Was there hope for humanity to change their ways, to be good and stop being evil?

There is always hope. Did it matter? Some will say yes and some will say no. What did the time traveler think? He thought he would pray. He thought that he should have been better throughout his life. Sure one can point to Ivan Pavlov and his experience of life and say you were made into the monster you are today. In yet? He wondered. Why? The only way he survived was to be more evil than the surrounding people. That they were some of the scariest people in reality made it a question in his mind?

Meaning? When told about a high murder rate of a city in one year. The traveler calculated his own hometown. He found that number wise the highest 88 per 100 thousand and his 23 per 3,000. Which made his reality a bit more tough than the hardest place supposed at that time.

So the question is, how did this happen again? He knew enough people had not survived. He felt weirded out. Because or with the bible changes. Until he realized what he was seeing. Watching the Montauk project videos backwards in time. That the project had stolen souls. From one reality to the next until those souls could not be found in the book of life made him kind of hopeful. However, again the bible changed and the dust pan also was made for the day of judgment so the time traveler wondered. Was he the pan or a soul going home to his body?

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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. /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

A Mandela Effect tale

I am not where I was yesterday, that is for sure. Why? The colors have transformed. It was like go from a black and white television to a color television. The intensity wild is all I can say. That it appears everything I own is here also wild.

Why? Temperature changes. My world where I lived La Paz, Bolivia was a constant 72 degrees. We were right below the equator Here we are south by 500 miles and 2400 miles east. Meaning? I am freezing and the reason I am freezing? Who ever was here did not pack clothes for chilly weather?

That they call this thing a past life when I talk with the shrink is wild. I point out that if anyone is a past life; it is him. He is concerned. I point out some rather scientific facts and he wants me to leave. Why? Facts are facts. Me being here is my passing through the valley of the shadow of death. That he is dead I can show to him is not to his liking.

The proper question to me is how long have I been dead? I thought I had the date. Then I realize I saw something a lot longer ago and assumed I had been drugged or not paying attention. In yet, if I saw what I saw then. Well, then I have been traveling through time a lot longer than most people realize.

At first I thought it was only a multiverse and wrote extensively online about it. Talk about censorship. I was not talking about politics, actual question folks; I was talking about Mandela's effect and reality changes.

You can find some journals. Wondering mind through the multiverse if you are bored. The reality of the question for me. Is how long have I been dead and if I am traveling back to the day of judgment for my soul to be judged, why such a long trip?

I look into that mystery. And I find some rather awful biblical changes. People talking about assassinations of Christ and other items that no longer make sense to me.

Why would the world’s governments want to break the bond of God? They did it. However, the world governments also seem to want zombies. In these realities so both horribly wrong and horrible stories seem to be what they want here. I hope I am not part of this evilness.

I think the major event recently is the mark of beast patented on March 2020. To me, I would have expected preachers preaching and marching against the corporation. That patented the mark. Or cryptocurrency that if you read the patent. Which sounds like a failed military battery application. That it is used to track people and if the chip is added to sterilize people is awful.

So into the worlds with the mark of the beast, I go and watch. Being Mandela effected means I wonder a lot. When did a mountain move? Why is the tree moving? Is God here? If so, what did I do wrong? That I might have done nothing wrong is something. That I discovered a horrible truth recently is wild.

Not all realities end the same. In some recently as December 12, 2017 Hawaii was nuked. Those worlds were something to talk to, fellow Mandela effected by people. Listening to their tales. They asked what started my journey. I told them to look on Cosmo funnel. Then that story got censored too. So a time traveling Mandela effected viewer watching the mark of the beast and end of time. Anything else new with my life?

Why yes? I suppose that my writing has gotten back on track. I used to write quietly a bit. My poetry is or was something to read. Now? I doubt over 30 people read it a day online. What is my plan from here?

Be good. So do good. Stop evil where I can. Pray a lot more. Pray. For whom? The rich people. For what good is it to gain this reality but to lose one’s soul. A soul is worth something, I suppose. How much? I doubt I know these days.

The point of no return has already happened. The genuine question is, will I make it pass the zombies in these realities? Meaning? In my reality Zachariah when I was a kid, the preacher talked about the army being nuked and melting in a river of blood. Here the book called Zechariah, and the plague seems to show that the army becomes well. Becomes zombies. Sort of wild. Which makes the entire course on business and zombie commercialism a question on my mind. Is the corporate world the cause of zombies? When I investigate and find that CEO pushing an RNA vaccine. Which causes dementia and sterilization of humans. Also, is the one that shipped a virus from Britain to Canada after patenting the vaccine makes me wonder. For in Canada, the Chinese graduate students stole the virus. And somehow it ended up in George Soros owned Wuhan lab.

From the YouTube of Wuhan level four virology lab. Then compared to level three level lab in Kansas, one can point out that the people in the video. 1. Did not change their shoes. 2. Did not shower after each enclosed sealed door. 3. Seemed to joke about the seriousness of their job.

Meaning? Seems that this reality has a real umbrella corporation. Which is trying to make zombies out of humanity?

The reality of the question with the mark of the beast. Reading it sound sort of like a failed military communication tracking system. It also sounds like the Matrix or the Borg. Is this how the past died? It failed to stop the Borg from over taking humanity?

My original plan was to just keep on watching. In yet that sounds evil. If I am here interacting with humanity, maybe yelling hey you are all going to die will do something. So far, I feel like a failure. Instead of finding someone to read my stories and act. I get this is interesting. Or I do not believe the biblical prophecies. So I ask the scientologist about their movies, warning them not to go down this path. For that I got banned from scientologists groups.

Is there anything else an one-eyed, one footed expat in Bolivia can do? I wonder about that. The ending battle is already going on in some realities. The death cries in Australia of those forced into the vaccination program are wild to hear. Is there no hope? I pray.

Mandela Effect acrostic

Mandela effect has you doing research or research

at what point do you throw in the sky, zodiac?

need to think clearly was Abe Lincoln a senator or representative

dear is it Bearstein or Bearstain Bears

eternity is a cosmos or is there over 10 to the power of 193

lower the frequency of 560 white sun or 1680 yellow sun

all history is in question in a multi-verse

eternity is in question for a multi-verse

for if one person won in this place say there

for what if another person won there, not here?

effectively changing the multi-verse or Sex and the City

collectively, people laugh Sex in the City

time travels changing the history, are we undone?

Is the heart on the left side or right side or middle

Is Japan east of Korea or China

Are there two New Zealand islands or one?

Help Mandela Multiverse acrostic

Help Mandela Effect has gotten me, thus I am not sure where I am at

eternity was what I was expecting to meet death but this side adventure is where I am at

Living out multiply distinct realities from colors, economies, to locations where I am at

People’s characters are the most interesting stories experienced; I have learned where I am at

Mandela effect the changing reality of a multi-verse is where life is at

a new hypothesis rainbow universe claims that there multiply yours running around all that

Need more information my personal belief is; We all are living that

dear world where I was at

eternity is not what I was expecting after all that

live life with a merit is all I can say about that

all life is important as a moment with that.

Multiverse the probability of 10 to the power of 192

unique is the inside of this mind in one of those 192

Loving life wondering is there life; After 192

times, spaces are both dimensions running through 192

in fact, is the cat in one of those boxes in 192

visualizing life is distinctive in one of those 192

Sensing life is different in a world with Mandela

eternity of what-if and probability is the world as an effect recognized with Mandela.

Rainbow Universe acrostic

Rainbow Universe consequences of a multi-verse sun

All that could be has been there might not be anything new under a multi-verse sun

Indeed Almighty in which universe under which sun

Nothing new Indeed if the multi-verse is a truth you are not the only one

be warned there is nothing left unturned for if there is nothing new under the sun

Openly a Rainbow Universe or multi-verse questions religion as a whole as one

Whom is receiving power, money untaxed and undue respect under the sun

Multiverse is this the beginning of a dream

Uniquely several people have dreamed

Living within a multi-verse would make you want to realize your dream

Time, space, distance chance is all within a dream

I personally feel I am within a multi-verse dream

Versions of history I have seen as if in a live dream

Eternity if possible could just be a dream

Reality if each possibility is taken could just be someone’s dream

Serious questions to a person caught within this dream

Eternity could be just a wild ass dream

Blade Boston Bruins

Blade Boston Bruins Hockey Bear

Live life within the love of a bear

All tie laughter for the hockey bear

Dear bear thank you so much for the autograph of a Blade Boston Bruins Bear

Eternity will remember you as hockey bear

Boston a city within need of a dream

Open Street’s lovely homes just not the right dream

Skating within himself a hockey championship winning dream

Time for reality of this city to have a winning hockey dream

On the ice winning each hockey game

Never worried about the crowd losing their dream

Bruins Hockey Bear

Remember the bear

Uniquely a hockey bear

Indeed a kind bear

Nice to see a team spirit as a bear

Silly ole poet life should be like a bear

The Brady Bunch

The Brady bunch a blended family of nine

Heavens is calling Alice dear they have called you home

eternity will remember you smiling at your home

Brady last name of a family of eight

Realities is sad for some and for another great acting

Acting makes life a stage for these great eight Dear families

Dear family how life has changed for these great.

You life was a stage of acting for all who watched you eight

Bunch as in a family

Uniquely crying laughter singing as a family

nice for a moment a goat mascot stolen in the next moment as a family

Chances were great for this family

homeward bound is a few of their members of this family

Cady McClain

Cady McClain a writer, and drama actress

A Soap Opera Digest interviewee about terrific life as an actress

Daytime drama actress on The Young and the Restless

You are forever young on the restless

McClain a last name of an actress.

Coolly falling in love with a handsome playboy.

Coldly forgetting other boys

live life within a moment of time on the Young and the Restless

a marvelous actress.

Indeed a Soap Opera Actress

Nice and kind to a poor poet boy this splendid actress.

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Leaf of a fine snapshot in time

eternity is a wheel of time

a life of time

forever turning is the wheel of time.

Leaf of a vine snapshot in time

eternity is a wheel of time

a life of time

forever turning is the wheel of time.

The subject of the Mandela effect. The surrealism part being the aesthetic philosophy that aims for the liberation of the mind by emphasizing the critical and imaginative powers of the subconscious. People say it proves the Mandela effect. I will send a photo. JC Penny or JC Penney? https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/are-you-sure-you-know-your-reality-1193227209274372096 If one is real in one reality and the other is real here. Where does a person who sees both fit in? People say that is just one photo. I say MacDonald’s for the Big Mac. While McDonald’s for? If I remember the one in one reality to be truthful in yet that memory is with me now, in both reality is not the possibility of surrealism be truthful? People prove we are in the mirror reality like you believe and that this is the past if you are a true closed time curved loop time traveler. Prove that there is a mirror hiding our dead red sun. https://www.tiny.cc/deadsunfall The absurdity of your claims. Show us proof that you say that Abe Lincoln was a senator in your reality and held back the northern armies killing fewer people?  What absurdity of your 

claim your reality had a different date to vote on than the first Tuesday after the first Monday of November? https://www.cnbc.com/2016/10/12/trump-urges-supporters-to-vote-on-wrong-day.html So what other absurdities? That my United States had 51 states. Prove anything. 

 That is just realistic fiction blunders and potentially photoshopped photos via Google and others. So when did Mandela die or how? http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/231188 or https://www.timeslive.co.za/news/south-africa/2019-11-06-hundreds-remember-nelson-mandela-dying-in-the-1980s-inside-the-mandela-effect/ The dramatic question is which reality is real now? Which is stable? If the mirror is reality, then the book by Jorge Luis Borges: The Library of Babel. Everything needs reconsidered. Everything along with Drake’s multiverse alternative realities and time of Anderson Time Institute on the possibility of closed time curved loop realities along with the new bible verses discovered by the travelers in Daniel 12 2. But your people—everyone whose name found written in the book—will be delivered. 2And many who sleep in the earth's dust will awake, some to everlasting life, but others to shame and everlasting contempt. The arguments against range from your living a past life, my shrink says. Which I point out that if I die daily and change daily that might be true. https://theprose.com/post/92852/journal-of-a-wondering-mind-through-the-multiverse Then I breathe on him and say do you feel my breath? Seems pretty alive to me. And so do you, but I can tell you some things that you would not believe, nor do you seem to care about? The argument of the pastor does not talk about it. That your heart was on the left side of the chest means you were not following Christ for a Christian heart is on the right side of the chest. Ecclesiastes 10 1As dead flies bring a stench to the perfumer’s oil, so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honor. 2A wise man’s heart inclines to the right, but the heart of a fool to the left. 3Even as the fool walks along the road, his sense is lacking, and he shows everyone that he is a fool. To rabbi’s who said if there is over one reality there is only one. But you wrote and provide proof that you have moved through at least 75 worlds and South America moved 2400 miles east of the location I knew where South America supposed to be on Sagittarius and I had a daily journal with photos and he never wrote back again. Then the mystery is which ending am I or my soul or those traveling with me will end up? I mean according to Daniel I am awaiting the day of judgment. And to be honest, — I am a bit scared. I was not as good as I could be. I tried my best. But I am flawed and failed many more times than the average person. Are we awaiting the day of judgment? Or is this what Jewish Lore and Walter Russell, http://abundanthope.net/artman2/uploads/1/The_Secret_of_Light.pdf call the coming age or era? Meaning? Am I living in the time of tribulation? Seems to me that is so from my experience waking up one day missing 2 billion people from my world which was supposedly 8.5 billion at the time of my twinkle in my eye when 1Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be change 52in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. 53For the perishable must be clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. You laugh at immortality? Well, according to my journal here I was on a planet that’s internet said it was 6.5 billion years old and the next galaxy was to hit in 365,000 years. Now on Orion nebula the earth at 4.5 billion years but the next galaxy to hit at 4.5 billion years makes me pretty sure I am a bit older than I think I am. I guess that is the magical realism of the question? What is at stake for me now? Am I dead and just traveling back to my actual body? If so, I might be in a bit of a problem. Is this some sort of dream? I think my black and blue marks from hitting solid objects that were not there one day and appear the next to make sure they are real proves that I live in a solid somewhat weird holographic solid film. Playing my life backwards in time to when or wherever my real body is? Is this Montauk project doing? Is this the time wizards doing this from Borges supposedly fictional tale? Is this one of the other seven timelines doings that I have dreamed so vividly about that I was afraid that I might never get out of that mirror or rabbit hole? That I know when this started I had an experience with my computer that was so absurd where it went through secret files and places that normal people do not read makes me curious. I searched for that and found a story that matched sort of what I felt like some giant or god like being searching my soul. https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/5esfix/the_truth_behind_the_mandela_effect/ That I hunted the source of that mystery for a while was interesting. The writer hacker Raven if I am right only was real for a short time and not in all realities did she work there, which makes the entire story just a question in my mind. However, to accept that I am dead would mean I am already judged for who I am or was? Or can I still change? I repent daily. I try daily. I pray daily. But I am flawed daily too, so I am not sure which makes sense? Purgatory for those God finds lukewarm, so he vomits us out and we gain seven more eviler spirits? Hard to believe because according to the stories I gathered my reality is dead so I can not go home to that body unless I am a badass and I am not so that would make no sense in this adventure at this point. So Heaven or hell?/ Or there are two other options these days which are awkward. Zombies And this shall be the plague with which the Lord will strike all the people who fought against Jerusalem: Their flesh shall [a] dissolve while they stand on their feet, Their eyes shall dissolve in their sockets, And their tongues shall dissolve in their mouths. Which differed from my memory of Zachariah, where my pastor talked about a nuclear war happening and the people’s flesh melting and the blood rising to the bridles of a horse? God purifies the other their souls with the option as silver via fire. This part makes more sense when I studied the Montauk project. At first when I listened, no one was being stolen from heaven. I think they had already done their damage and felt secure that their reality no one was going to heaven. Then the next reality they stole 2500 people, then following reality 25,000, then 250,0outside of the number of people they played their mind games with the same story over again was dull and then went back and the number had gone up to 25 million. Then a new video showed up, and it described how they moved minds between worlds, causing the great divorce rate in the 1970s. People’s minds got swapped so voice frequencies would cause people to get mad or their stories would change just enough, causing friction so the family would divorce. Why? When that did not do it they raised the tax rates and taxes married people to break up the homes and added abortion in 1971 here in my reality 1965 murdering at least from my twinkle in my eye reality change 46 million US citizen and 500 million Chinese. To step through the doorway and realize purgatory or walking in the shadow's valley of death to the day of judgment is something. But at least it makes me rethink who I was and repent more often. I am not sure it does any good. But I try. What key events made me realize that I am dead? From people not recognizing who I was? Seems no one remembers or I forget the stories we had together. After all, I lived a rather unique life. To me being a one footed, one-eyed Well, pirate writer expat in La Paz,, Bolivia living among the undead for a day at a time is something. Accepting that I am walking into the end times is something. I supposed to realize that the Mark of the beast is already patented. That much of the computer simulations are programmed to murder more people than expect is something. https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-planned-destruction-of-system-of.html Is there a plan forward? Well, if 2020 was the real 212 and Montauk project states, nothing gets by this reality without a change. One has to wonder? When you realize that if my world is as old as I claimed it would mean that they spun my reality out farther and faster than here making events happening in my reality first so they can watch and direct their course to some course path where they felt humanity could survive. Does the Montauk vision happen with Zardoz, Jetsons, Terminator, Cyclones? Evidently some place. Star Trek? Maybe? The photos of the Borg recently showing up via the US military make that a question in the mind. Is that what will happen to those vomited out of God's mouth if they find us lukewarm? I think I could handle the button pushing life of the Jetsons, but Cyclones? Sex dolls that kill? I am not sure if I would survive that drama. Let’s be honest, I barely survived a lower middle class and now? https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-story-of-ender.html So the plan? Repent daily. Pray daily. Try to be good daily. AmI meeting goals/ I feel I might have failed. But now there are new bible stories about failure in the bible and I wonder. Do I owe God 50 coins or 500 coins? And the realization I can not get vengeance or ask people to pay back what they owe me in heaven has dawned on me as I have watched and listened to how the worlds I left behind are destroyed from CO2 gas coming out of the oceans and freezing everything along the coast, to asteroids hitting destroying all bunkers and buildings, to Hawaii being nuked in Dec 2017, a war between the US and Korea. My old reality is dead. There is no going back home. My reality of earth was about to step outside the outer edge of the galaxy and fried for the next seven to twelve years when I left. So there is no plan ongoing it back to where I knew my reality to exist for 40 plus years. There is no plan to go back to the time when there was active talk of saving the universe and the stories told from there were some lasted via cloning for seven million years failed. So. There is very little hope outside of God that I can escape the coming day of judgment. Thus the only option is to push forward and have faith that my hope in Jesus Christ works. Otherwise, I am a bit afraid of the stories I have heard and not sure what to do. What can a person do with the movie director of life rewinding films that supposedly passed away a long time ago like Solomon said the past is better than the present? There is no hope outside of Jesus. To see the end of time? Is something. It is the adventure of a lifetime. Is it surreal? Yes. Is it magical realism this seems real to me? Is this absurd? Read the links and read the story and make up your own mind. The danger? I am going to hell and might accidentally take someone with me. The danger is real. Every day something happens and I am no longer sure what to believe. History, facts, time changes. The result? So be doing good? Yes. Be good? Yes. Pray like all get out. I try to pray daily more and more. Does it help? I have no idea. Storming heaven with the day of judgement at hand is not something I was expecting in any life, let alone a time traveling alternative reality. The real black moment in all this story is what if I am ending up shamed forever or in hell? Both places are not something I would enjoy. I already am ashamed of the life I lived. I worry that I hurt people and pray they forgive and that I forgive them. My only hope is God. The real question is which of the 72 or 73 names of Jewish lore am I supposed to use? And Christ? I hope and believe, die, and that is where my trust is. Is that enough? Hey, I already see a mountain moved so who knows about what is real anymore. And the ultimate battle? That is just it. The bible has changed from needing a temple rebuilt to being Christ is the temple now? I am not sure of history, let alone which facts are real and which are mirror realities illusions? What is the final resolution? I think I would like to see what happens personally to the end of the story. What happens if at the end all this is a sort of like the television program Red Dwarf and for some weird reason I have spent all this time in some video game and my last score is only 3 percent? 

People don't realize an issue with a time traveler. To see brands, songs, people change daily causes something within you to just accept that nothng much you can do about it. AmI innocent? I dobt that seriously these days. Am I an evil spirits on vacation warning you that there is a God and whether you believe me or not God exists and can do what he wants is awkward the hacker of the universe can change the DNA within a reality. Is this my reality? I have a funny feeling I will be returning to 1973. Should be interesting to see if I keep any of these memories. Evil is evil. Live be good do good stop evil. War is evil.

Adversity is something these days. To think of those affected by the Mandela effect and realize that time travelers live among the dead these days is awful. What do I mean? Simple. Mongolia was never a part of China in my reality. The sun was yellow, not bright white like a light bulb shining in a mirror on a dead reality. Adversity for those traveling time is time, and anything dealing with history or science to be specific.

What do I mean? Simple, my reality for 45 years Sagittarius was where I lived. The earth was 6.5 billion years old per the internet. Adolf Hitler’s eyes were brown, not blue. The factual facts evidence of Shakespeare was non-existent. So we spent our time discussing the possibility that an ambassador from Italy wrote Romeo and Juliet, not that Shakespeares father was a glove maker. What did a writer gain from a father whose profession was to make gloves? Were all his poems his or did a group of poets write them. The facts of time traveling back are adversity because one finds facts unknown in my reality and the question is, are they factual? Adversity for me started in 2013. I think facts changed. I remember getting out of hospice and seeing one day JC Penney and asked what was going on. The doppelganger of my wife got really mad and took me away immediately. And I forgot for a time to care.

What gets me even more? When did MacDonald’s which stood for the Big Mac turn to McDonalds and what is their signature sandwich? Adversity? Facts are an adversity for me at present. South America right now should be called South East America, not South America on the continent, having moved 2400 miles east of the location I knew as where South America was for 45 years in my reality.

Adversity? I look at facts I knew and now make little sense. Like Civil war? How many people dead during the Civil war? Abe Lincoln he was a senator in my reality. And now? Only a representative. What changed? Time travel is the explanation. Who did this and why?

Who knows? Montauk Project is one of seven projects. Pegasus the CIA program watching on television? Or the other five programs? Which one did this, and why? Sort of like the year 2012. No one pass that year without meeting the programmer of the matrix called life. Meaning? 2020? Or is this really 2012? Adversity is the opportunity to look at reality and strive to find something that matches what is being seen or going on.

Adversity to look at the bible and realize that changed or changes there too has made reality a question of my mind. The most common? The Lion will lie down with the lamb. Now the Montauk wolves will enter heaven for what purpose outside of their assassination goal. Did that goal work? For a time. I suppose.

But somewhere along my venture through space and time I ran into John von Neumann’s last paper, which hides in Princeton. He lived until May 1957 in that timeline and wrote his final paper, which states a certainty in math: which is? That which God or the Matrix decrees will happen. Or there is no such thing as chaos. That does not sound right to me. I have had adversity since 1973, or is it 1965 if you use the Ethiopian calendar the only calendar to be in used for 2700 years straight?

What is adversity then? For those with souls, the story in the bible goes that a third of heaven was stolen nowadays and was spread out among the mirror realities. And they placed the extra soulless or golems in specific conflict with said souls to cause them not to get into heaven. Adversity they say? If you ever torture a golem enough to make them talk one would realize how soulless they really are. Do not believe me. Read the Jewish lore these days that talks about their torturing poor golems.

What about the rest or the Mandela Effected people? The United States government and CIA owe them more money than they can afford to pay. If Donald Trump was the seventh trumpet in the bible’s book, that would mean 3.5 years will be up soon. And? Means that Revelation 6 plague, famine and a third of the world destroyed by nuclear war within the next 3.5 years will be something to see. Come now, you are lying or jesting? Humanity will see, won’t it? The UFO invasion in reality this time around will be heaven coming down to earth? The vaccination with Microsoft 20000060606 patent server cryptocurrency a server mind making people into a Borg that can with stand scorpions stings for three months?

An ending of sorts, I suppose? In yet if this is truly a closed time curved loop reality and Belief and Time philosophy that if I have seen that reality that reality existed means that reality existed for a time or sped up so fast that a billion years is like a day to a person here. Would mean my adversity is still forthcoming and this? All of this is holographic dream or mirror reality in which if I do not wake up in what I have seen dies faster than the second of reality spun up so fast it was billions of years in the making for nothing.

The adversity is, do I really want to remember this reality? I doubt it. You people were not very nice to me, after all.

Which do you remember? Riddle me this.. If Big Mac did not stand for Mac Donald's what did happen to the signature hamburger?

Pray for Peace. War is evil. War is crazy. Pray for Peace. No war with Iran.Feb 20, 2021, 8:47:55 AM

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there once was a kingdom that could afford a launch to the moon it was an ideal to see who would win the reds or the blues winning was everything and nothing at all you see the moon was made out of cheese...

I waited to see if my twinkling eye would happen. It did. And the color of the room changed yet again. I was a little perturbed in 2016. Enough that I had to go to a shrink. I told him my reality was changing and that I could see a future. Then things changed. Things were told to me I did not know. Like Shakespeare’s home, his father’s name and his kids along with his wife’s name and grave. All of which were impossible in my world. I know. I had to listen for hours as people would discuss who they thought Shakespeare was. My internet would tell me something new each day that I would search for something new.

What was happening to me? I mean, was I going crazy? I had been that way in 2015. This was 2016, and I had hoped I was not. In yet? I knew in my psychology class the discussion had been, what if Adolf Hitler’s eyes were blue? And now? They were blue. So I doubted anything I was remembering for a long time was true anymore.

The mystery was that there was over one of me. For I would write stuff down in my personal journal and re-read it and find new items in it. Changes and things that were not there before, and I wondered what was going on. It didn’t dawn on my time travel. I was thinking more like parallel realities. But time travel too?

That memory is when earth moved from Sagittarius to Pegus to Orion to Orion spur to Orion nebula. People laugh, but I have links that no longer function that show the progress.

Then I read about the Montauk Project, talked with Cameron, and Peter Moon, and realized that I got stuck in some sort of closed time curved loop. That changed daily. Exciting to know you are dying somewhere and your soul is returning to the point of your body for the day of judgment in yet in a closed time curved loop according to Anderson Time Institute, I am living in the past. What is scary I know what happened to the future and that they are already dead too? So, where is there to go if the future is dead?

Sort of question you ask yourself about what reality you are about to enter? Did I play an excellent game? Am I willing for judgment for the ending of my life? 

A brief memory list:https://www.minds.com/.../to-watch-the-walking-tree-and...

Journal https://theprose.com/.../journal-of-a-wondering-mind...

a story https://www.minds.com/.../to-travel-broadens-one-mind-to...

a story https://theprose.com/.../chances-change-time-movies-and-lif

Predictions? I have seen a future that no longer exists. I know what happened. People say you do not know what you are talking about. I smile. I am a closed time curved loop traveler. That means to live here you were dead a long time ago.

What do I mean? My soul has been here before. Or a copy of my soul. I will see if I am the copy or the genuine soul at the end or judgment day. After all, life is a game. There is an accounting for everything you do. What is a truth or reality?

Still Life acrostic by Clinton Siegle

Still, Life is something I live in the past I am seeing.

Time is a question on my mind these days in what I am seeing.

I watch time go backwards in time, realizing a closed time curved loop traveler is past seeing.

Living one day in the past from a future that no longer exists makes me a time traveler.

Living in the time of tribulations is something to see.

Living the past lives of a parallel reality alternative.

I see changes daily these days as an alternative.

For example: I ate at MacDonald’s a Big Mac.

Eternity is a question in my mind. I see an alternative.

Still Life acrostic by Clinton Siegle

Still alive I am according to now?

Time written in a journal is time travel?

I wonder, as I wander the universe or galaxy of time.

Living backward in a closed time curved loop is time travel.

Living one moment in a day of a time traveler.

Life is still alive,

I breathe or I imagine I do.

Forever is a lot longer than I expected.

Eternity to my journal of a wandering mind in a multiverse shows I am close to 4.5 billion.

Still life acrostic Clinton Siegle

Still alive, I see?

Time is on my side?

I am no longer sure.

Living among the dead if I am a closed time curved loop traveler.

Living among the past if I am truly traveling time.

Life is not what I expected of this adventure.

I am indeed watching the end of time.

Forever watching an end of the time of tribulation.

Eternity is something to realize after re-reading a journal in time.

February 20, 2017  ·

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Confession of a space time traveler. I would not be the first pick to be a space time traveler. I am disabled and a bit of a nut to begin with. The complete loss of my family to a parallel family along with history, geography, and other items named brands etc makes this journey odd for me. To begin with, people do not understand that the people that they are now with are not the same people that had the experience with them the day before. In fact, their personality and attitude are changed so much you can wonder if they can not see that you have changed as well. First notices of space traveling is pay attention to where you were told you were in the galaxy. I for example was on the outside left arm of the milky way. Now that I find myself today inside the Milky Way galaxy, I look at several digital stories and wonder if people can not read or just assume fictional and no different or difference where I say I am from. That is a bit of an oddity. What is even more of an oddity is telling a person who their problem is that the person they are arguing with has not the same past as they had? Which makes them stop talking with you and you realize they know they are not from here. The test to see if you are not from this world as I have `come to put it is as follows. What color is your sun- yellow, white, blue, or green? Where is your heart left, left center, center, right center or right? Abe Lincoln was he a senator or a representative. South America directly below North America or how many miles to the east. I have seen at least 85 worlds and can normally put the following to your worlds once given this is information. Meaning if you say the following Japan is to the left of China. Population was 8.5 billion on May 19, 2016. China did not own outer Mongolia. Obama believed there were 57 states in the Union. Bush believed Saddam Hussein murdered Nelson Mandela.

Being a time space traveler puts your hopes on hold. The person who was here prior to your mind swap has not accomplished everything you have or had done. RE doing something is something I often do. At first I thought it was Deja vu and then realized no. The person in front of me does not do everything the same way. Tieing shoes and putting stuff back, for example. The more concern is starting arguments because of something small is common in the past now not so. I have learned. The funny part is, the guy is on a diet. He does not eat what I eat. I think if he comes back to the body that was in he will find that yes; I did 10000 sit up crunches. But I also spent 100 BS and had a hamburger. Eat that doppelganger I hope you change and become good because there is no way I want to fight Christ nor God nor end this world as you want humanity after 2100. No way, not anymore. I am tired of this perception. You were supposed to have money power in a double life instead I find there are many me all losing out and even in worst condition than I was in. humor how life goes.

God is beauty.

Opened my eyes to the beauty.

Dreams of God are beautiful too.

I realize an attribute of God is beauty.

Seriously, to dream of beauty of God.

Beautiful is God's creation, beauty of God's dream.

Eternity is not what I expected to see beauty is the dream.

A beautiful dream God provides creation.

Unique God’s illusion of eternity a dream of creation.

Time is on my mind.

You believe in God’s dream of eternity.