In 2012, I am pretty sure I died on my trip from Denver, Colorado to Austin, Texas. Then again, how can I believe this? What sadness I remember is that I used to live in Sagittarius where JcPenny is or exists instead of JCPenney? If I told when and where? I think I have not slept in sometime? Sleep Deprivation? Sure, I have had that occur a few times. The most dramatic? I did not sleep from July 2013 through September 14, 2013. Come now you are not serious are you? June 28, I went into the ER. Spent seven days and they sent me home for a nurse to take care of me. She took one look at me and told me to go to the ER. Got there at 1 AM by nurses and doctors who told me to sign this and the next thing I remember was waking up July 10th. The nurse comes in and pulls the gaze out of my wound so I can see my bone. Fainted. Got dropped off from the ER to the hospice. I did not know it was hospice. I thought it was the miracle wing. Why? For three weeks I would walk the halls wave to people that no one would visit and they would wave back. The next day they put a new person into their room. Sorry I am dense and I was in so much pain medicine I did not sleep. Meaning I watched television, walked, and sort of was in and out of it. Around 2 AM three weeks into my hospice stay, not knowing it was hospice. I was walking, and they wheeled out their dead. Like seven people had died, and I was there watching their bodies in the hallway. Now I had been awake and talking to two of those wheeled out. Of course you could not understand me, but they could. I think the drugs slowed my speech down enough. We were talking about how the staff had forgotten to feed a few of the patients. My plan was to get Subway sandwiches or something. The issue, of course? If I told you my prison story or breaks, you would laugh. This was not one of those stories. I was still awake. Meaning July 5th I was up and watching. CNN and Obama bombing Syria with a girl crying. I think affected me. Why? I recognized one part in her bombed out home. They disgusted me. Why? They spent like 6 million dollars to destroy this poor girl’s home? Seemed rather a militaristic. And if she was, who they were bombing? What else or other things have I done in my life that I failed to recognize as wrong? So I turned to poetry. Sure no one reads my poetry but I try. Then I started writing Congress asking questions. Like about why we spent 6.5 trillion dollars to kill 500,000 terrorists at a cost of 8 to 32 million dollars a kill? Seemed like I could get a McDonalds in every single corner of the middle east and kill more per year feeding them Big Macs for free. Or use a Craigslist killer for 5,000. I am sure that congress people did not laugh at me in my reality. Why? I got replies. In this reality, I do not even get replies to my questions. Seems insane. In yet? Here I am and here you are. And no, I am not sleeping. Sleep deprecative, yes. That was 2013. In 2014, I had my left foot and left leg removed up a foot. I did not sleep again from March 2014 until in August 2014. What did I do? I wrote. I wrote a lot. I also went insane for some people. Insanity is just looking at reality and wondering when did this happen? Sleep deprivation is when you have too much energy I do not think I had too much energy I just could not find answers. Believe me, I tried. I asked for help to do a new job. Nope. I asked for help with medical bills. Nope. I asked for help with Disability Social Security wait and see. December 2014, they said yes. I was on it in January 2015. Wild. A sightless, deaf one footed insane non sleeper and what did he do? He wrote and wrote. About what? Well, this is not my reality. And you are not my peeps. As far as I can tell this is the valley of the shadow of death. Do not believe me, read one of my journals please and decide for yourself. In 2012, I am pretty sure I died on my trip from Denver, Colorado to Austin, Texas. Then again, how can I believe this? What sadness I remember is that I used to live in Sagittarius where JcPenny is or exists instead of JCPenney? If I told when and where? I think I have not slept in sometime? Sleep Deprivation? Sure, I have had that occur a few times. The most dramatic? I did not sleep from July 2013 through September 14, 2013. Come now you are not serious are you? June 28, I went into the ER. Spent seven days and they sent me home for a nurse to take care of me. She took one look at me and told me to go to the ER. Got there at 1 AM by nurses and doctors who told me to sign this and the next thing I remember was waking up July 10th. The nurse comes in and pulls the gaze out of my wound so I can see my bone. Fainted. Got dropped off from the ER to the hospice. I did not know it was hospice. I thought it was the miracle wing. Why? For three weeks I would walk the halls wave to people that no one would visit and they would wave back. The next day they put a new person into their room. Sorry I am dense and I was in so much pain medicine I did not sleep. Meaning I watched television, walked, and sort of was in and out of it. Around 2 AM three weeks into my hospice stay, not knowing it was hospice. I was walking, and they wheeled out their dead. Like seven people had died, and I was there watching their bodies in the hallway. Now I had been awake and talking to two of those wheeled out. Of course you could not understand me, but they could. I think the drugs slowed my speech down enough. We were talking about how the staff had forgotten to feed a few of the patients. My plan was to get Subway sandwiches or something. The issue, of course? If I told you my prison story or breaks, you would laugh. This was not one of those stories. I was still awake. Meaning July 5th I was up and watching. CNN and Obama bombing Syria with a girl crying. I think affected me. Why? I recognized one part in her bombed out home. They disgusted me. Why? They spent like 6 million dollars to destroy this poor girl’s home? Seemed rather a militaristic. And if she was, who they were bombing? What else or other things have I done in my life that I failed to recognize as wrong? So I turned to poetry. Sure no one reads my poetry but I try. Then I started writing Congress asking questions. Like about why we spent 6.5 trillion dollars to kill 500,000 terrorists at a cost of 8 to 32 million dollars a kill? Seemed like I could get a McDonalds in every single corner of the middle east and kill more per year feeding them Big Macs for free. Or use a Craigslist killer for 5,000. I am sure that congress people did not laugh at me in my reality. Why? I got replies. In this reality, I do not even get replies to my questions. Seems insane. In yet? Here I am and here you are. And no, I am not sleeping. Sleep deprecative, yes. That was 2013. In 2014, I had my left foot and left leg removed up a foot. I did not sleep again from March 2014 until in August 2014. What did I do? I wrote. I wrote a lot. I also went insane for some people. Insanity is just looking at reality and wondering when did this happen? Sleep deprivation is when you have too much energy I do not think I had too much energy I just could not find answers. Believe me, I tried. I asked for help to do a new job. Nope. I asked for help with medical bills. Nope. I asked for help with Disability Social Security wait and see. December 2014, they said yes. I was on it in January 2015. Wild. A sightless, deaf one footed insane non sleeper and what did he do? He wrote and wrote. About what? Well, this is not my reality. And you are not my peeps. As far as I can tell this is the valley of the shadow of death. Do not believe me, read one of my journals please and decide for yourself. Maybe you all are just a figment of my dreams? Mandela Effect acrostic Mandela did he die in the 1980s or 2013? Are we going through the time of tribulations in 2020 or is this really 2012? Now when you realize that time was twisted and turned by those in power. Dreams of a distinct reality are for those in power. Eternity is a question of one person’s mind in power. Love life like it matters. Although it does not matter. Affected people realize this reality is ending. Forever in a blink of an eye at the end for what is there but an end. Eternity is a blink or twinkle at the end. Come now, reality is just a blink or twinkle in the eye at the end. Time is just a figment of someone’s imagination at the end. ----- urban legend story that goes with the above. One of the most dangerous Mandela effect or Montauk Project stories ever told was told less than one would imagine. The story that humanity killed God was a tale. In yet? Let’s be honest, Job already knows that answer. For Wisdom, the first or second God to bow to the real God or combine with him or whatever God is Job notes that wisdom is not found on earth. Nor via the moon, etc. The only imagery or symbolism that knew of wisdom was Death had heard about Wisdom. For those into spelling and other spirit things, if you read Job you realize that this reality is already dead. That Without God’s breath, there is nothing here. When you take in the concept that light makes this a holographic reality or for the layperson everything is stabilized light frequency or specifically plants eat light creates matter that becomes everything living means? Means this is someone’s giant betting game and we all are.. Avatars to play some absurd game. Why did you make me a clay pot or garbage can? The Potter replies because I can. The significance of this rant? That 2020 is 2012 and all those worlds that thought they lived 1000s of years without God or seven million years? They were spun so fast that a moment of time here was billions of years for those souls or whatever powers golems or planets these days in the mirror worlds. And 2012? Like the Montauk project in the original worlds where Reagan won election for the first time in 1984 and Nixon was president from 1972 through 1980? Time travel is not a trick, it is a maze. Threading the needle of time. Think the stories of a black or blue limo in which 4 or 5 or 6 people rode with JFK? I know the story of the white limo and what happened after JFK walked outside of NASA, which is where he was to visit and stated we are in contact with Aliens. You think horror stories are not real? Every single story told and written about reading happened. Every single one. If you do not understand that statement or believe me? Ask the wisest man Solomon. Everything under the sun has been done. Realize this is an end game for some.

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