I had not attended an un family party since 1997 and then?

I had not been to a non-family party outside of corporation parties for a decade or more. That I had been invited to a party of a local treasury officer was fun.

There a poet I knew who I had translated his book, and I sat discussing reality of the current political affairs. He pointed out that the head of state was there.

What got me good was the respect the head of state had for the poet. I was wondering about that. I mean I read his translated works, and it was good. But respect shown was wild, not what I expected.

That because I was seated with him and discussing poetry I was respected kind of made me rethink my poetry. https://www.poemhunter.com/clinton-siegle/ Sure people do not read me like they do say 4.5 billion years from now. But who believes to me that I am a spacetime traveling person? The poet that I was talking to? He and I have a private joke. Clint? I reply Yes? Did the mountain move again? https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/to-watch-the-walking-tree-and-the-moving-mountain-is-wild-th-1020330370164928512?fbclid=IwAR1HluE-Kv5ncpztGIyKeyvusmfR_GfAuwf1ZbwUWHLNiNCgDfC2xWRIPvo And I would look and usually I would say yes. Funny? Oh, not at all for me. But in reality different worlds on the mountain I am referring to move. And? Well, we discussed that during this party. Why?

Let’s be honest, if my wife was not there I as a one footed pirate would have danced them under the table. But she was there, and I was restrained.

The party conversation went from how the communist government of Evo and the head of state there were having issues. Me? I was against communism. Evo? Personally the guy spent a lot of money that was illegally gotten. However, he was like all governments doing what he was fated to do. That is my assessment now. Then? I was a bit more into hoping for a change in reality that people would escape the matrix of this reality. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKQfxi8V5FA

However, now? Now? I see this reality for what it is. I mean the mark of the beast seen that. Plague of Revelation seen that it is brought to you by humans. https://endertalon.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-planned-destruction-of-system-of.html Seems I got off topic of the party there.

Anyway I spoke with the head of state. His English is better than my Spanish unless I am drunk. Which I was not. But we talked. Now he had long hair, like a Cheyenne man I knew.

So, I told him a story about Sundance. Which he laughed at. Sundance for those not into Indian culture is or was something. Dancing from sun up to sun down and they could dance. And the story? About the person he reminded me of a long time ago. How he had been dressed up in paint. Him being six eight or six nine feet tall and how he or the man I described had scared my mom to death once upon a time.

Anyway, that party after some drinking went into a dance party which I can say I sneaked into and danced to the wee hours of the morning. Me? I had not danced in decades. That was what made me nervous. To dance was to live. And I loved to dance. And I did. I did the polka to Spanish music. Then I danced waltz to some rather fine Brazilian music. And finally jitterbugged to some music. And the women? My wife gave out on me around 11 PM. The youngest girl there around midnight. And the head of state who tried to keep up with me? He danced with his wife until 1 AM. When my wife forced the issue of leaving. Sadness. My nerves of not having partied in a long time were over. And most of the neighbourhood seemed to realize I was someone after that time. Prior to this? I had only been greeted socially for a time at times by a few. However, after seeing me next to the poet? Everyone wondered who I was.

Why? Let’s be honest, no one reads my poetry in these past realities. That I think you all are dead is sad. But truthful. And? Well, my poetry was about people, ideas, places, and politics. That is the strangest part of this for me as a time traveler. That you think this is real. And? I try to change your reality but only see you following the same path of destruction and pray for you, but there is nothing much I can do for you.

To watch the end of time and system of things is kind of maddening, to be honest. I thought I would be more of a rebel or pirate than being banned only from Facebook https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1237782158235193344?fbclid=IwAR0MmE99t_4NHmJgBOLdrY5wnuOoMqYB5aQKw_U2y3TfBYnPOXyPbYqftcA I should be trying to stop the end of reality. But when I realize that this is the past and the past can not be changed without God’s intervention means all the emails I have sent along with other writings are worthless to you, the reader. Even now I wonder why I try. CHANGE your ways please. I would like to party with you a bit longer. But these be the end of times I suppose, and you? You, if I lived on Sagittarius as a Mandela effected person, have been dead billions of years now. I mean, I used to be able to party a lot harder when I had two feet and eyes. Now? Laughter inside my mind to see you through ghost eyes is something. To be a speaker of the dead to the dead is nothing I was expecting or could have imagined. Believe in Christ. Pray. Hope for the best? That the vaccine is part of the destruction of the system of things is unexpected. To realize that the owner of patent of mark of beast is government sponsored and both communist and capitalist alike seem to be an attempt to cause the one third of the stars to fall is sadness beyond any poet’s imagination.

Sure it was fun. And yes awkward. You see, I was almost completely blind and am a one footed gimp these days.