When 100,000 light years is what NASA says and Space Force has no idea where earth is at pointing to a dot on the left side of a painting versus when 125,000 diameter Milky way earth is on the right side of the painting.. That awful feeling earth is lost at NASA

Playing for keeps and all that is magic is a neutrino. The portal to a multi-verse is something too unsealed and opened for you. At one point, you realize you are not alone in this world, and you are not the only you. What makes you specific is not what you thought. For there are 10 to a power of something more than you. This means everything occurring has already happened. Yet you are you and something unique about you. So you hoped. That was my life, we were talking about. The realization that one is not unique and that you might be replaceable is something new. To deal on a metaphysical or mediation level for sometimes. Your thoughts are not alone, your actions going off into distinctive points in time. Reflective in different histories, unusual world events, and of course unlike realities. That at times when traveling across you did not realize you have walked into. That was my everyday life. My mind was swapping daily between worlds. That I was not the only one I could fathom those words. What makes you a person, and that was my religious question to rabbis, and pastor for sixty days. While trying to figure out if I could go back to my reality. My devout question passed away. When the people I talked to either did not understand nor wanted to discuss my issue. I felt better after re-reading the Bible and finding so many differences. That I realized that each reality was unique. Each has enough that I could identify certain characteristics to that specific world. Meaning the world I had been banished on for 45 plus years had been evil. Yet, it forgot something, Magic. That I step outside now awaiting my next chance venture is something of a relief to me. I at first thought I was going to hell. Not a good place. I had visited it before and left some recommendations to the homeowner. Burn it down. Although this time. The twist if one must look for in a story was that switching realities was possible. The potential to upgrade life is there. Anyhow at what cost? I do not think or recall selling my soul. Or had I or someone looking like me? That is something those interested in dogma would have to get to in the Judgment day courts. My current misadventure was with the Jehovah witnesses. My preaching of the world of parallelism. It did not go well. That I told them I accepted God, and good is the only way to go seemed okay. The rest of my polite conversation even when I won almost all the topics did not seem to bung them at all. Their thought of one life one world. Fine with me. The real question is what misadventure should I have? Since what is life if not but an adventure if anything else is a wasted life. The above written in 2017 did not account for time nor space movement.

Since then 2020 update. I have watched the Internet and science books push back or re do time for now almost 4 to 20 billion years now. The adjustments coming from the following.

When will this Milky Way galaxy hit Andromeda or to be exact another galaxy which the call the Milky Way there too. It fluctuates from 2 to 4 billion years depending on if earth is to one side of the galaxy or another.

These realities have shurnk. This specific galaxy is a third to a fourth the size of what the science books said when I started at. 377,000 light years in diameter on the outer edge of Sagittarius arm. How small has this galaxy gotten? The NASA here uses telescopes to see molecules.

In summary of a few years I have traveled the universe via black holes showing up in a parallel world each night seeking my souls body I suppose. Kind of sad really. Why? No one reads the adventures of a mad man. Example today saw a clone of a lady I went to high school with. Right Clint, a clone? If I did not know where I was yep. I would have asked Francine Spang how Rusty Wilson is doing today. The lady was even wearing a running jacket. Weird right. Clones Clint? Well, if not clones parallel realities tire of producing people and are just reusing peoples faces. And those faces are dressing like people I know and watch ever so often on Facebook.