always becareful when you are having a picinic OR Rosewell? sure I was there what do you want to know?

I was having a personal picnic. Meaning I was running away from reality to read a book while eating lunch at work. How? I am me and I go places you will never see.

Anyway, I was seated down and had my roasted turkey and bag for of Doritos some 7 up and apples. When a person. Well, man? No, he looked more like a boy in a man’s body. Let’s just say elf? But there are no real elves, are there? Showed up.

And? Well, I was reading, and he looked hungry. So I said sit and have a Dorito or apple and I split my sandwich. He looked at me kind of funny. Like who was I, and why did I care?

This kind of caused me concern. Why? I am after all Clint, Clinton, Clinton R. and Ender. My titles range from pirate to auditor to poet and sometime wishful thinking writer. But I realized he wanted to talk. So I putdown my book and asked him about himself.

His first memories were being caught in the Black Forest in Germany. Some time in 1970 or 1962 his family UFO had gone down there. That his specialty was something to wonder at was wild. Meaning? Only reason I found him was I was hunting down something and he popped up. Like a wonderful fae talking about trying to save reality yet again. I felt sad and listened to him. Lovely story just his planet when I had passed through was going through an eco friendly stage letting wolves back into the woods and so forth. Meaning in my reality they had hunted the wolves down to extinction for a reason. Wolves are dangerous folks. They eat people. My world they still believed that.

So if the person talks about it? Was that a different planet or reality? The person I had talked to a long, long time ago had escaped in 1978 from what you people call Area 51. What they called the black level 13 fae kids. His first memories were of being caught in the Black Forest in Germany. Some time in 1970 or 1962 his family on an UFO had gone down there. That his specialty was something to wonder at was wild. Meaning? Only reason I found him was I was hunting down something and he popped up. Like a wonderful fae talking about trying to save reality yet again. I felt sad and listened to him. Lovely story just his planet when I had passed through was going through an eco friendly stage letting wolves back into the woods and so forth. Meaning in my reality they had hunted the wolves down to extinction for a reason. Wolves are dangerous folks. They eat people. My world they still believed that. While there they had. How shall I say this started to renew their magic or to be honest all the people from there seemed like witches to be honest. Anyway I was searching and found what I was looking for and that person? the last I saw of him or heard from him he was shall we say trying to change Tucson Arizona. Will he do it? I doubt it. But he has a heart and courage. So good luck I suppose. But that does not go along with Mardor story unless you realize that Pegasus was where faes were exiled during the Babylon tower stage when God let that reality go and well to see what humanity would turn out to be. Gods words they would be like gods.. Like not gods. The difference is dramatic.

Now this was all happening during my 30 minute lunch break. Wild story. Nevertheless I had one for him about Rosewell. You see the first few people on the sight. Well, two of them moved to Orlando Florida. And? They died like most people do. And their storage locker happened to fall into my hand at an auction in 2007.

Within the storage locker were photos and diaries of detailed accounting of things that you only think are fictional. It was wild. And? Well, I gave him my details. And provided him with two boxes of items. Why? He seemed to need them more than I. What about proof?

My dear reader. I am a pirate. I can find what I need when I need via the Good Lord above. And stuff? Stuff? A valuable friend will bring me more richness in my life than valuable things.

We met often after that to eat and tell tales. Evidently he was some secret agent or something that could do things. Do I believe him? I am pretty good at hiding. I can ghost when I want to. It is called reading. And him? He could sneak up on me. Which is very unlikely thing to do. Why? I am a pirate. We pirates pride ourselves at being brave and alert. Or maybe I was just engrossed in a book. Who knows.

The last I heard from him he had started a environmental war. And his stories had gone from one reality to thousand of realities in which he would tell me things that I knew were not in my reality at that moment so I thought he was just a great story teller.

So picnics? Yes I did a lot of them and always brought food for two. Then one day he disappeared. And I? I found myself wondering the universe. Don't believe me? Read on prose my journal The wondering mind of the multiverse by the author of this. Still don't believe in fairies? Shh.. Doesn't matter. For they are real. Just like I am a pirate my dear.

You are not a pirate. Oh, but I am. I will steal your mind and take you to places you would not believe. And?

Well, I will leave you in a situation and let you have your own story. For what good is a storyteller telling you a story about something if you can not have personal experience and growth from that story. Meaning ? What if you never learn from your experience and just keep falling into the same plot over and over again. It is why I became a pirate.

Why? One beautiful word in the day can change that day forever. That word? RUM and with that I must run.