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Time travelers dilemna in one reality is dilemma in another..

There are accidents that change your life.  Sometimes those accidents build up until they change your life forever. The settings?  A quick recap to make this story short.  I lost my right ankle.  Meaning? They cut away everything from the ankle and I could see the ankle bone. First time I fainted. Two months in hospice.  There I sort of lost my mind a bit. If you ever take the time to visit a hospice and realize at times they forget to feed people.  

However, I am resilient and got back and out of hospice to being let go from a company.  I went back to work at a call center. Only to discover that some of the medicine had messed with my hearing so bad. I could not understand people on the phone.

Seems that unemployment took a few weeks to kick in after losing hearing, and a career. So I tried hard and got hired by another company.  Stress levels there? High. And? They failed even the basics of happy employee goals.  There I discovered I had lost partial vision in my eyes.
After leaving that company after a month due to these issues. I got hired again by another corporation. I flew there.  And?

Well, I went to work there only to find out they really did not want me.  And? I got sick.  I flew home.  The flight crew thought they wanted me to ride in an ambulance because I was throwing up on the plane. I could not afford that. My first hospice they did that cost me five thousand for a 5 minute ride.  I did not have five thousand. So I went to the hospital where the ER doctor said you are okay.  
At 1 AM in the morning they tried to wake me up from sleep. Sign this or you're dead. I signed it.  Three days later I awoke without a left foot.

This said two hospice stays. To life changing events. In yet? The biggest surprise of my life happened two years later.
What happened? I was transferred to a different reality.  Surprise, surprise when you find out there is a multiverse.  Some say oh, Mandela effected? Yes, a bit.  You see I at times move through worlds like they were here a second ago and gone. Wild to see the sun spin around like in the movies showing days and nights.

People laugh and laughing tells us  more.  Moving mountains and walking trees. I watch them daily. Trying to figure out what it is exactly that I am to see.
Meaning?  History, geography, planet alignments, physical body parts all changed from my prior reality along with spellings of words.

Say what?  History I can honestly say in 6th grade I wrote my essay about Abe Lincoln being a senator. Most recently voting? I remember for a few decades voting 8 through 14 or second Tuesday in November.  In 2020, wherever I was at they voted the first Monday after a Sunday. While here in this reality you vote first Tuesday after a Monday. Note also my reality, Washington District of Columbia did not have electoral college votes. It was written into the constitution that they should not have any influence on electoral votes. While here they have 3 electoral votes.  Geographically I can honestly say that Japan was off the coast of China. That China had no part of Mongolia. Planet alignments went Mercury, Mars, Earth, then Venus.
Spelling the world dilemna or dilemma here brings up memories of you eat sweat treats for Halloween. The week prior you sweet beets during the week of work.. Eating sweat or sweets is something new to me and still makes me question reality at times.

My latest story?  Going back to a journal I have online Wandering Mind through the Multiverse on Prose.  There I tell how I went with my mother in-law for 13 weeks for her cancer treatment. And how the day this transfer happened I was in total panic. My wife took me to see 15 or 17 doctors the following week.  When I tell that story since 2016. I never got a chance.  November 3, 2022 I got a chance.  The shock? My wife says I only went to the hospital with my mother in-law once, not 13 times. Totally a surprise after telling this story for what six years? 
Now I say all this to bring you to the main tale here.
Life is not what I expected life to be like. I was a variable or a person who lived outside the system of life. I lived on an edge that few people believe. Do an internet search on Clinton R. Siegle or type in the name on LinkedIn. A wild tale of a Montanan traveling the United States ending up in Bolivia. Where Sundance died, along with years later, Che. Sort of an example of legends to live or die up to. The current setting for me. La Paz Bolivia, a cafe close to the embassy. I am watching people. Why? Read far into this tale to find out. The excitement to see the day walked by. I got up and followed. I wanted to see where these strangers went. Why? Again, farther into this story, I will explain. The person I followed ducked into a construction site. I had not noticed it there before. At what time did it change or not built or what happened to the home that was there? That question happened a lot these days. My first journals were all about the details changing. Details? Brands, history, people’s names, locations, and colors. Everything is changing. Say what? Let me begin with where I remember living for 45 years. According to a poem by me which is censored here. I wrote a poem detailing life on earth. Where? When I searched the Internet, The results showed that earth was on the Sagittarius outer arm of a galaxy 377,000 in diameters. No known black holes. The year 2016 plus or minus and time reference point 4.5 billion years into a future that no longer exists. Why 4.5 billion years? My poem I wrote about how weird life was about to get. Earth was about to step outside the galaxy for a bit. That bit correlated with 1500 year destruction cycles. (Siegle, 2018 plus or minus billions of years or just the last moment.) One reads about history. Say what? The last time earth stepped outside its galaxy borders. There was a drought so bad in 400 to 600 AD that half of China ate the other half. People forget those tales. If one is a religious person.

The other time Planet X visited earth. Another drought noted in the Bible and Torah when Joseph saved Egypt. Where Egypt gained enough gold to still make it one of the largest gold deposit holders in this time, too. The other notable time? Noah’s flood. Again Torah and Bible statement when North America Yellowstone blew. When North America attacked Russia. The water coming from the heat of beaver dams wiped out the valley of the Mediterranean. Where life was easy and good. The visiting red dwarf star along with Planet X was close. Anyway, back to 4.5 billion years. There I wrote that earth math showed earth would run into the next galaxy in 365,000 years. (Siegle) While here? 4.5 billion years. So this is a time traveler journal. Let me make this clear. The mystery is why and how and well. A tale to read while wandering in the night streets. A reason you look at the strangers seated in cafes trying to figure out who or what is going on?
So time travelers journal? Why are you writing it this way? I suppose the last 10 journals I wrote did not meet with anyone’s expectations? I mean, what is at stake in a journal, a tale, a mystery of time after all? Time? How can you say you are 4.5 billion years old? I have been reading your journal “A wandering mind through the multiverse” since 2017 and well. It is noteworthy. What are you trying to say? I suppose I watch the time of tribulation with speculation. Speculation? Time of Tribulation? Where? Why? That is the end of the story. I am at the beginning. Let me begin with where I was at.
On May 18, 2016, plus or minus 4.5 billion years into a future I lived on a parallel earth. I wrote poetry. Short pirate stories read by many people at one time. There I can say I read on www.deagel.com that earth had 8.5 billion people. The United States 365 million citizens and 29 million illegals. Say what? Are you trying to say you have seen the rapture? Yes, another and no.
The alternative world I awoke on May 19, 2016 was so close to mine. If I had not been vision impaired, I would have not noticed the dramatic change in colors in my room. Quality has changed. It was a better world than mine. In what ways? At first I did not realize the dramatic loss in population. Which was 2.5 billion people? Say what? When I looked I was on an earth with 6 billion people. What I noticed was that the colors were more real. Like stepping from an old color television into a modern color TV. That first day I noticed all the public transportation was much newer. My world we were using late 1990 vans and cars. In this reality? Everything was close to 2013 or newer. Much to my surprise. Where did all this extra money come from? Meaning the improvement was dramatic. I investigated. I did a lot of research from the Internet to books.
What I discovered was a change in empathy and how life went in those different worlds. Meaning? My world in 1967 Roe versus Wade occurred. From that date on to 2016. I knew from radio and political ads that 40 million people gone because of abortion in my United States. Here is the reality today: Roe versus Wade occurred in 1973. Since that date the United States has aborted double the United States citizens. What am I saying? That the rapture is man made via policy changes made to ensure certain populations. Come now, the Bible is not the government. No. But time travel and stories seem to be the truth. The rapture was invented by Darby in the 1840s. Why or how? I speculate on that. I had found 40 million US citizens. In that these realities abort double the babies than in my reality. Still, that does not explain billions or billions. No. Yet, when I searched. I found China actually enforces the one child policy and forces abortions since 1973. So this story is about time travel, rapture, and?
My journal is about my reaction to how life changed. Along with how I have changed since discovering these realities. I worried I was missing people; you see. My Facebook network seemed to be f with profiles that were no longer used. Were they aborted? Did they not survive whatever brought me to this reality in time? If this is not an odd enough question. Think how people that knew me must have felt when I wrote them about these ideas and changes.

My journal recorded how the earth’s geographical land masses moved. South America moved for 80 some days going east south. Meaning from where South America in my memory for 45 years was. To which is where South America is now below North America plus 2400 miles east south of that location. Meaning? Santiago, Chile, I was to book a flight there to San Francisco; changed, it was an 11 hour flight. Now? 25 or 27 hours depending on the airline. That is only your memory playing tricks on you. Sure, sure. What about Japan being off the coast of China, not Korea? Or New Zealand, one island above not below Australia? Or that Mongolia never was part of China? I could go on. I do in some journals for some 100s of examples of changes of things, locations, and realities of things.

So the reality? At first I thought I was in parallel realities. I was on the Sagittarius arm for 80 or more days. Then that changed; too. I went to Pegasus after a while. Now. I suppose I should say that on earth. Wild. Why? The luck there I saw was beyond crazy. I wrote long examples of kids kicking soccer balls into the same two foot area 11 times in a roll. The speed was faster, meaning the bus reaching locations that took 20 minutes in half the time. From there I noted earth went to the Orion arm, then the Orion spur, and now the Orion nebula column. To be billions of years old, watching planetary loops each night of a story for you to read the rest. Well. I can point out I am partially blind, one footed, and was a noted poet at one time. So let me say this journal is to investigate for me along the way what has happened to my journals online in every way. From journals. That were online poetry sites, social platforms, and hard hand-written copies. The hard choices I have had to make. Along with what is my goal in this journal? To change your mind. To change humanity’s ending, I suppose. What will happen? For those Ray Bradbury fans, this is where the story gets good. For those that have read this far? Meah. Keep in the journal and get better. For those forced to read this because of some time traveling study course.

Thanks for purchasing the book I suppose. Come along with me for a tale of no return at looking at the surrounding reality in any normal sense of the way. The same way.
What are the dangers of this thought or ideology? My doppelganger wife sent me to 15 or 17 doctors after I told her what I was seeing. You might pray to God. That magical portals exist and if you are not willing to go. Sometimes you might end up pushed into a new reality.
This journal is to give hope to those people, fearing the Mandela Effect. To realize that they are not alone. That the television Lost had more meaning than one would expect.
This journal is to investigate what I have learned over the years. To think about reality and very few know the significance of what I am trying to communicate.
The obvious issues? I am a partially blind, one-footed insane guy living in La Paz, Bolivia. This complete book might be fiction or nonfiction to him. Reality might change? Your concept of a story might improve something today. While destroying an ideology tomorrow? Investigate a journal entry from the beginning of this journal. Which is no longer available online?