High weirdness today, and perhaps an answer to the implant in my tooth.
Earlier today, while on the island of Corsica, town of Ajaccio on the western coastline, a young Barry Soetoro aka Barack Obama, age 19, appeared out of a time portal and warned me that another version of himself would attempt to assassinate me, sent by Donald Rumsfeld from 1987 through the Montauk base that was messing around with time.
I asked if he were a clone and he said no; he said he was aware of the clones that were used for his coming Presidency in the 21st Century, but the original him would eventually lose his life on Mars.
This did not make sense; I was about to ask him how he found me on Corsica in 2012 when another time portal opened up, this one from the far future, and out emerged James Casbolt aka Michael Prince…but I did not recognize him at first; out from the portal came a half metal, half flesh man, much of the flesh torn and dripping from what appeared to be a skeletal structure made of steel from the rings of Saturn (I can spot that special alloy anywhere). Despite missing half his face, I did recognize my old colleague, Casbolt, whom I once fought alongside on Procyon.
Seeing Casbolt, young Barry got wide-eyes and produced some sort of gun out of his pants, a gun type I had never seen, and was about to shoot me; but Casbolt shot Barry first with a laser rifle, slicing Barry in half. It was a bloody mess of bone and guts.
“I came just in time,” Casbolt said.
“Wait,” said a flabbergasted I, “does killing him affect his becoming President?”
“Timelines, blokey,” Casbokt reminded me, “and besides, those are clones who become President. I am not so sure this Soetoro is what he says he was anyway.”
Just then we were approached by a six-foot five blonde woman in Plejaran gear who said her name was Mytania and she had been sent by Semjase to gather the remains of Barry for examination.
I had never seen her before…notng unusual as there are thousands of Plejarans assigned earth and I could never meet them all, but I found it odd that Semjase would send someone I did not know, and send Asket or Olein.
Casbolt was also suspicious. We gave each other knowing glances but before we could rush her, this Plejaran woman blew up Casbolt with a small weapon in her hand — at the same time, a time portal opened from the past and out came another James Casbolt dressed in a British paratrooper uniform and grabbed the Plejaran from behind, taking her weapon away.
This Casbolt and I tied her to a tree and stripped her clothes off to determine if she was indeed Plejaran. Casbolt manged to snatch a nearby crows, slit the crow’s neck and poured crow blood on top of the head and breasts of our captive. This woman screamed and shifted her shape, showing what she really was: a reptilian agent from Dracos. Casbolt killed her.
“The only good lizard is a dead lizard,” he said.
“How did they find me here?” I asked.
“That thing that was in your tooth,” Casbolt said., “When it came out it sent a beacon. And you are carrying it around. Give it to me, yank.”
I reached into my pocket and handed him the small round metal ball.
And then another time portal opened, from 1965; out came a very young Barry Soetoro with his 24-year-old mother, Ann Dunham. Young Barry was dressed in a pirate costume for Halloween.
“Please help is, Former White Hat,” she cried. “You have no idea what the CIA has been doing to us, they are letting small big head aliens and giant lizard-men do horrible things to is, and I am afraid of what they have planned for my son.”
“I am here to help,” said Casbolt. “Sorry to say it,” he told me, “I was sent to get them, not save your life. But always good to kill two birdies with one stone, eh, yank?”
Casbolt then activated something on his belt, a time portal opened up ten feet away’;taking Dunham and young Barry by the hands, he led them into the portal and vanished.
He left me there on the island with the dead bodies of a reptoid and the an alternate Obama.
Asket’s beam ship arrived and, stepping out, she looked at the carnage and said, “What happened?”
I shrugged and told her, “You know, typical day at the office.”
She did no get the humor in my words.
Oh — she had returned from a mission in southern Greece, where she joined Olein’s team to destroy an abandoned Mantis base, so it cannot be used in the future. A quick and easy take out.
But yes — this does seem to be another day in my life here in 3D 2012.
Asket and I left Corisica and headed for Antartica for a meeting with members of the Order of the Oppressed Pink Swastika about the bases in Chile.
It is cold down here in the South Pole…very cold.
The North NZ bridge to the Pleiades has closed.
