morning musings

“Reading a book gives us somewhere to go when we stay where we are.” Here they say Mason Cooley said this. I look and I do not recognize his name. Not a surprise, I suppose. Me being in a dark room without light writing this one more time. I mean well. My awaking happened May 19, 2016, in La Paz, Bolivia. I had been on earth according to the Internet on the Sagittarius arm. Of a galaxy supposedly 377,000 light years across. I was on the outer arm of that galaxy and in 2016 I knew that no known black holes had been discovered. Meaning? Either our technology is or was or will be not as good as here. Or that information had not made it out to science magazines. Now, as is or was or will be a statement. According to the internet on that earth, the age of earth was 6.5 billion years old. Meaning? Well, here today the Internet infers that this earth is 4.5 billion years old, which is a lie. That would mean I come from a future at least 2 billion years older than here. In yet? I remember writing a poem on Cosmofunnel about the death of earth. I wrote about how earth’s galaxy was to collide with the next galaxy in 365,000 years. So? Well. Here the math is 4.5 billion years. Makes one wonder. Are you mad? Yes. Let me agree with you here and now. I am mad. Insane? I doubt that. Mad, yes, but not insane. So where was I? As yes, my room. I am here for safety of those that plot evil. Why? Most likely I would do something stupid if let out of my gated room with gates and five doors. Like what? Tell you a story?

A story? Yes, a story about a time. A time story? A story about reality and time. So a reality story? You are mad. What makes you think I want your reality? A reality about space, time story. Space time? What has that got to do with anything? Space time has a lot to deal with reality and the system of things. System of things? What do you mean? Are you going to go Jehovah witness? No. I argue with them and after a bit they left too. Why? I won the argument. How? Awe-inspiring stories? I doubt it. Showing them sermons that make no sense in this day and age with the bible they have? Seldom works. Math? Yes, math.
How so? If I tell you I have experienced the rapture so many times that I wonder about reality you would laugh. The first 80 day’s journal if I could get to would explain in more detail what I did and who I wrote and well. Let me be honest who I freaked out. Freaked out? I am a writer. I was a poet. I attempt to write poetry here. In yet, my greatest works are lost now in some bizarre future that can no longer exist.
What do I mean? The future is gone. This is the past. And you are living in my dream for today. Laugh with me. Lol. Laugh all you want.
The book Being and Time 1927 by the German philosopher Martin Heidegger can explain it more than I can. What has being and time have to do with living in your or specifically my reality? Well. This being the past. And I not really knowing I was becoming a space time traveler. Or believing or knowing about time travel outside of conspiracies that is part of the story I am going to tell you. Why? In hopes you change your ways? I suppose that would be nice. To get something off my conscience? No. My conscience is or has its own problems. Your soul? I doubt your soul is on my conscience. Unless you did me wrong or knew of me for 45 years. I doubt anyone really is alive outside my valley of experience these days. Then why write this journal? Same reason I wrote the other nine journals which are censored or not written or destroyed. To make me think. To make me wonder? To make me believe and hope? Hope? I wonder about hope these days.
So what is it I want? The argument against this book? You are not 4.5 billion years old, Clint. Sure, sure, I don’t feel a day over 50. Your body has always been here on this earth, Clint. Sure, sure, this body had been here always. Your memory and poetry are bad. Here I would disagree on the memory part. You see my journals. Where ever they are now or were are to be at. I documented pretty much where I saw what I saw so my memory would have something to look at. And as for my poetry being bad? Even here my poems are read. Not like they used to be. But nevertheless my poetry being even bad is read. Okay, your stories are worse on this earth, Clint. Well, to be honest, I am a rather wild writer. You see, I wanted to be either a cook or a pirate. My cooking is illegal in my household. Why? It causes dreams. My pirate stories? I write them and a few people remember them. So few readers out of 3 million readers that used to be. Used to be? Yes. Time. What is time? The past, present, and future I suppose. The past is always the past for somewhere in the future; you see. And the future? Well, that too is a past for me at present. How so? That is the mystery, is it not? My first journal “Help, help, I have been kidnapped”. I thought I was only going to parallel realities. Then those parallel realities changed dramatically. Spelling, history, color of my eyes, stories. Ah, yes, stories. That is the most difficult part, the stories change. Example? I give my date that I picked up my future wife from the airport. I wrote about it several times elsewhere. So repeating it here will not be so bad, I suppose. I picked her up after a miracle. I got on the highway. Headed into Seattle to our hotel room and a neat place I had found online to eat at. I had my printed directions and drove accordingly. Only problem 3.4 miles turned into 5 miles and still no left turn. Suddenly the sign says “Welcome to Canada”. Now the problem. My wife is from Bolivia. She is a naturalized citizen now. However, then? No. So I got off at the next right exit. Drove back to the United States. I am not adding more detail. So what is the big deal? Seattle here is 150 miles due south of Canada these days. I doubt I could be on the highway filled with buildings in Seattle and drive accidently into Canada. So you are mistaken. Laugh with me. This is where the Jehovah Witnesses in 2017 and my wife get involved. My wife at that time remembered this occurring. And the Jehovah Witness being from Canada had a length discussion with her. So math wise Seattle from Canada 150 miles. So? Well. I went on to explain the rapture.