So here is the thing: on the high-speed anti-grav tube from Eiger City to Natural City on Procyon IV, I was confronted by a very curious person: me.
Moi, I, yo, Ich — from the future. And a clone.
Yes, I was quite surprised, too; but stranger things have happened to me.
This clone of me was from 13 years in the future and did not look a day older, except he (me?) had shaved all the hair off his head. I am not sure about me pulling a Telly Sevalis. Anyway, he (me) told me that he had traveled back in time to warn me about how I would be killed, and then cloned.
He told me the date, not far from now, and where, what city, and what time, and the circumstances. Quite simply, an insane member of FIGU would assassinate me for revealing the truth about Billy Meier, that he has lost his marbles and has not been in contact with the Plejarans since 1995.
So my future clone does not want to be a future clone but be me. I asked if there were more than one clone of me and he (me) said, “There are 30, most off-world, 5 on earth, each with a different wife.”|
Now I can see my damn clones doing shit like that — but it begs a question: if your clones all marry different women, is that considered bigamy?
He said 13 years from there, bigamy is no longer outlawed on 3D earth, where the population is down to one billion people with 70% all women.
“Hold them doggies,” said I, “are you telling me that I did not ascend to 5D?”
“Clones cannot ascend,” said my future clone.
Well, that proved a theory I suspected.
“I do not want to be a soulless copy trapped in the Third density Hell,” my clone added with a stressed dismay.
I asked what 3D earth was like and he told me it was indeed hell on earth: the pole shifted so that the North Pole is now the top of Africa. The south pole ice melted and released a lot of viruses that had been dormant for 75,000 years. The planet is overrun by reptoids and hybrid Essassinis, Annunaki and Lahers. Jeb Bush rules over the eastern side of the US, what is left of it, and Vladimir Putin rules over what is left of the West, as well as China, Japan, Russia and most of East Europe. UK is fighting for rights to take back the colonies, led by King William, who self-proclaims himself the true Emperor of the World by blood right. The Cabal is split up and fighting each other. Most people on Africa are dead. Australia and New Zealand are sunk, with a few scattered islands. There is a one world currency. The “Rapture” did happen, it was when those ready and willing for 5D life simply vanished from the 3D earth. Many Christians and Catholics, feeling they had not been chosen by God, committed suicide, and those left demanded the annihilation of all Muslims. Israel nuked Iran, Iraq, Syria, Yemen, Egypt, and expanded its terror-tory all across the Middle-East, now a cold snow area like Canada, as the Kingdom of David. Canada seemed to suffer the less in the changes and had the most 5D ascension, but made treaties with Bush and Putin, who are still controlled by the Rothschilds. Those bakers and generals and Cabalists who went to underground cities to escape the earth changes died when those areas sunk from quakes or the rise of the oceans from the polar caps melting. A vast ancient city in the South Pole was uncovered, at least half a million years old, no one knows who they were; many people have migrated there to rebuild it and figure out the tech. The 4th Reich was destroyed. The other people in the underground cities were betrayed by Dracos and became food for lizard boys. All boys and girls must, at age 12, become sex slaves to the Cabal, and are released at age 20 to re-enter the society and get married and reproduce, especially since there are much more women than men. Female gladiator games, fights to the death, are popular TV and internet shows. The internet is restricted, and there is no freedom of speech. There is a rebellion faction, but they are off-world making plans — and this is where my clone came from, 13 years in the future on Procyon.
“You see,” my clone concluded, “it is not the best of all possible worlds, Dr. Pangloss.”
“Yes indeed, Candie,” I said.
“Pease, do what you can do avoid the assassination and cloning.”
“Then you won’t exist.”
“That is fine with me.”
And then my clone went back to whence he came.
Asket agreed that I had to avoid going to a certain city at a certain day and time, not too far from now.
“Entire timelines will change,” I said.
“They always are changing,” she said. “That clone was from one timeline, but that timelines does not have to be yours.”
“If I die, I can reincarnate back to Erra.”
“As what? My child?” she said. “You still have much work to do.”
She was right of course. But if that crazy FIGU member doesn’t get me then, she might get me later.
“We can always detain her, put her in stasis,” Asket suggested.
“Will that be allowed?” I asked.
She said, “Given the circumstances, I believe so. And this woman thinks she is connected to the Plejarans, which she is not, but she will accept our intervention.”
So that’s that.
This non-clone life remains curious and interesting.