Oddity Acrostic No War With Iran.. Rationale Where Did 6 Trillion Dollars Go? Poem by Clinton Siegle

You know folks prior to being a closed time curved loop traveler I was a rather good writer.

I wrote poetry and was rather infamous with actresses.You can see a percentage of my poems on poemhunter.com.

I was also an adventurer.I was blind for a year.I worked for both NASA, and several other abbreviated alphabet government organizations.

I live in a third world country of Bolivia, being blind prior to this adventure on time, space, and light CTC loop traveling I was rather a unique individual.I was known also by a few people.Senators, representatives still have me on their mailing lists.I don´t get the personal conversations that I use to get.I wonder did I change here or did two billion years of being a dead zombie make them less likely to be influenced for good?

Stories.. Why I have a lot of stories.Most based on true life or some sort ofillusion that I dreamt I was there.


What gets me most is the censorship.If they wanted to remove my thoughts why cause this memory to be placed here?This is after already an ended ctc loop.Meaning for those that have not figured it out I am or was or have been dead for several years now.Why bring me back to this?

Watching humanity kill itself was not something I needed to worry about.I mean I can see the evilness talked about in the end days like the days of Noah.


I can see the mark of the beast already on all those in India.I can see the future war between the US and Korea.I can realize the end of humanity with an AI computer system named Alice which I have talked about else where.None of this makes history nor does my watching a mountain move daily.

Memories of 2017

I am stuck on a different new earth with a new history and timeline daily. Changes were so different at times I wondered if I was the only one. Then I heard Hillary Clinton speak on Abe Lincoln being a senator and knew. I was not the only one swapped minds. I know this is not my body. But my soul lives on and I wonder at times do people realize that they are talking with a space time traveler and that I have seen the galaxy outer edge of the worlds earths in a parallel world or that they are speaking about a person not with the same experienc3e nor the same ideology that was here prior to me. Meaning someone was here. That person did much of the same stuff that I did. But differently enough that I know he is bit more dangerous than I. However, in a fight I will come out on top. Why, Because I am Clinton R. Siegle, and I know who I am. Do you know who you are? I doubt it very much. Your history changes, geographically movement of Japan, New Zealand, countries changes, no one cares that South America no longer is below North America. The whole idea of parallelism is something new to think about.


When I was a child I wanted to be John Wayne when I grew up

Not an actor but an adventurer for all times

When I was a child my favorite hero was Peter Pan to never grow up

A cartoon for all times an adventurer for all times

Now I realize good does not always win

Now I do not root always for those without sin

Now I realize there is some are just wild within

Now I understand a bit more within

I rooted for Vader this time around watching the scenes

I hoped secretly that the empire stayed stable within

I root now for Doofenshmirz now within instead of the child within

Rationale I to have been crushed within

But he keeps on going

Never giving up

Never giving in

Where as Peter well

The shadow boy has friends

The shadow boy has a home

The shadow boy has treasure

And plays all the time

While Doofenshmirz has to work

Has to feel alone

Has not died to character growth inside

I also like the idea of him helping his daughter grow up inside

The truth is sad

Welcome to the dark side

we have cookies

deep inside

Join the Us as Uncle Vader said or Sam

thanks for sharing your comment

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hate to be you

all that hate in you

time for a change in you

eternity stuck with you

I use to do adventurers..2017

t was dark, stormy night. The hunt for Finn's treasure in New Mexico was stretching on for its seventh year. No one was supposed to happen upon it unless following the instructions within a poem from an expensive book. Fifty-five dollars was a lot of money to try to figure out where an old antique deal left part of his treasure.

The hope of many was that they would be able to strike it rich and live for a time of luxury with the gold coins, and other gems supposedly put aside from Finn.

Thus the introduction of a treasure hunters group that mets every odd Thurday at a night club owned by a fellow enthusiast and adventurer. The whole group spent hours, and money seeking something that almost all the them had given up but wanted to stay within the group just because they were friends at this point of the search.

That night was when they made a huge discovery. They were looking in the incorrect state. They were even in the wrong portion of north to south ideology. With that discovery, some of the few that still held out for the treasure begin to have their doubts.

The oddity was the person who brought the news. He was new to the group. He pointed out where the poem was to be read and location. Almost as if he wanted them to find the treasure. Then he left. A wisp of smoke was all that a person would have seen if they looked closely. For he was a fae folk. He was trying to break a treaty set forth in a land of energy now dying.

The treaty of men and fairies is legendary. Where humanity won the fight, forcing the fae into a world of dreams.