posted on Feb, 1 2012 @ 11:27 AM
We all have a narrated monologue going on in our own minds. We talk with ourselves in that private place where no one, except ourselves, can hear us.
Free indirect discourse. “Talking to Myself” is the monologue taking place in the mind of the worlds only time jumper - a lone mutant; or
superhero; or poor soul cursed with a ‘gift’ from above; or pathological entity … it has yet to be determined which.
"Talking to Myself"
Mmmmmm I smell coffee. It must be morning. Gotta’ get up and get today started. Oh man, that’s funny. ‘Morning’. ‘Today’. Do I even
remember what that means? Time hopping has really messed with my equilibrium. I don’t even have a base time period anymore. It’s all blended
together. No place to call home. Okay, opening my eyes .. and .. in comes the sun light. March 1, 2012. Guess it’s morning here. Hey, I
actually slept at night and woke up in the morning like a normal person. ‘Normal’. What’s that? Is there such a thing? How many years have I
been at this anyways?? I forget.
Where did I sleep last night? An abandoned warehouse again. Brush the dirt off … yuk, I’ll never get used to this. Rat poop. Open backpack.
Getting worn but still can be used. Get cleaned up. Brush teeth. This toothpaste I got from 2035 is great. Wash up in the rain water. This water
tastes so much better than the future water.
Okay here we go. Set my inner time machine to go forward and get breakfast with myself December 23, 2035 at the McDonalds on 5th street. I like
meeting myself to talk about what I’ve already done but haven’t done yet. I’m the only one I can talk to about all this. I’m my own best
Breakfast is done. Where’s the ‘Make America Better’ list I made years ago? Left pocket. Looks like I’ve crossed off about 20
‘fixes’and investigations. The Apollo 1 fix was tricky as was the Challenger fix . Man that felt good saving those folks! I failed with the
Columbia fix. NASA wouldn’t listen. Budget stuff they said. Neda Agha-Soltan has grandchildren in America in this time period. She whacked her
head when I pushed her down to get out of the way of the bullet, but she did just fine. Martin Luther King Jr. had a similar reaction when I pushed
him away from the grim reaper. But for some reason Gandhi just smiled and gave me a nod when I jumped on top of him. Wonder if he knew … wonder if
he could time jump too? Let’s see … the list ... save the Titanic is still here. I tried, I really did. But those darn corporate types
wouldn’t listen. Man they got ticked when I tried to get them to use better bolts and to put more lifeboats on board. But they didn’t want to
‘waste the money’. Hitler is crossed off. It felt good putting a bullet through his head. It was a little disturbing that he was only 20 years
old and didn’t understand why it was happening. I made a mess of things though. I knocked him off and then the Standard Oil corporate goons just
came up with Anton Drexler to be their stooge. I enjoyed double tapping him. Ernst Roehm was then the tool of choice by the corporate goons. I
couldn’t get anywhere near the guy and I didn’t even add him to my list. He was bad, but not nearly as bad as Hitler. Well, even though there
was no stopping TPTB with this, at least I mitigated the problem.
Let’s see, what else is left on the ‘make America better’ to do list … talk to America’s founding fathers about not allowing slavery;
ending slavery stops the civil war before it happens; put a bullet in Buffalo Bill after he ‘soldiers’ but before he tries to destroy the West; be
standing at the counter in the Hawaiian court house when Barack Obama’s birth certificate is initiated; find a way to keep America's space program
going, perhaps by using my knowledge of the future and our other world 'visitors'; find a way to expose what is in the vaccinations that big Pharma
is pumping out, I should be able to do this considering what I know about the future; squash the tobacco industry after colonization but before it
gets a stronghold in the USA in the 1900s. ... There is so much that could be done but I can’t stop every traffic accident or plane crash. Oh
well, I’ve embraced this nomadic time-tripping lifestyle so I’m going to do my best.
What to do about Jesus still being on this list? I went back. I tried. I really did. But he wouldn’t have anything to do with me stopping it
all. I’m glad I could at least help His mother for a couple of days. Poor woman. I don’t know why she didn’t go insane having to watch her
son butchered like that. Maybe I helped her some by being there.
'Check out Moses' is still on the list too. The pictures I took of who Moses was really talking to on that mountain top came out great, but no one
believes me. Yet. They will in 40 years when ‘they’ come back, but man, people need to know NOW to prepare! Oh well … you can lead a horse to
water and all that …
I’d best stick to the ‘small’ stuff from now on. Help change the timeline for the better in small bites instead of the big ones. I really
messed up that whole Hitler thing. I can’t wait for my list to be finished so I can relax a bit back in 1500 BC .. see what all those Hindu gods
were fighting about in the skies over India.
Enough procrastination! Next - get started with TWA flight 800. Time for a strategic strike on the time line. Lives to be saved and a conspiracy to
be uncovered. I’d better be careful with this one. I swear that someone knows about my jumping around in time. I don’t know how anyone
could, but I’m getting that feeling. Everywhere I go … Every’TIME’ I go .. I feel like there are eyes everywhere watching me. Am I doing my
own thing here, or am I just a tool of some one else or perhaps I’ve lost my mind. Whatever. Setting my inner time machine for July 17, 1996 ….