Egypt the beginning of time with it’s Pyramids and strange hieroglyphics on walls and land. Easter island, China,  Japan and Peru. The equator and the Equinox The golden number  all tied in with the speed of light. 299792458. The fascination of it’s Kings with the stories ever told always changing but never getting old.  1902 The French with his first find,  spread violent tales of jealous rage killing King-for king for power, until the end of EGYPT’S time of rules where it’s dynasty died. 

Egypt, the days of gold and it’s time-travelers, where stories are told of  visitors from another world sent to guide Earth’s people into a future That would end. 

EGYPT always to be explored with never ending stories and always more to be told. 






















Holy shit, look who’s back.

Yes. It is me! I have been away just like some people, and we all come back, just like me.  am back. Nut I can tell you, “it was not all fun and games.” Holy shit work? Plenty of work, tons of work. But not the paying kind.  “Is there cult work?”

Many a good meal to be had though.

Yup!, desert almost every night. and when there wasn’t, “let me tell you.”  We did without. Plenty of juice, tea, water and coffee though. And in that order as well. “One out of the three wasn’t bad for me.” Coffee. lol The water tasted like rust and smelled like poop, as for juice I don’t choose to drink it, which left a cup of tea once in a while.

  1. So now you are home.
  2. And back in every bodies way.
  3. Unpack, put things away.
  4. Clean-up the mess left behind for the return.

At least this way, my above chores will give all of us time to adjust to my home-coming.

🙂 happy to say I found some time to write a few things down. I also learned some things.  One thing particular I am not pleased in learning, cos, “it is chewing at me wanting more of my attention.  But I do not want to know more and I prayed that I can stop singing the song.  I fear bad can only come from it.”

Sucks to be you!

Eat crow you ass dick! I am much stronger in my sole right down to my shoe.  “Mommy!”

Bastards when children are involved? !, You never go after the child. But here, “130.00 kids”, just went missing, and go on to say this is a real happening event in the year 1284.









So welcome back and get rid of that shit out of your head.  “Yup. No time for wicked, no time for dead.” But it is going to be hard, because it is packed in there real tight.

And why is this?

Let me tell you. “I put out, one hell of a good research on the above info., and after the first initial thoughts of this luring intriguing hunt, I wanted more of the truth, I wanted to find any historian record of actual proof.  So I searched and forgot the living.

My brain took over for a few days until I, realized ,

  • I am thinking evil thoughts.
  • I am not thinking of people around me.
  • I am wasting my life on the dead.

That all was getting pretty intense, I even remember some of the song, the bad stuff, which continue to play over and over in my mind or out loud. “Crap-o-la! This will not do! I am much stronger in my soul with my heart to shake this true event, this mythical story told from 1284.

Besides . . .As I fell prey, to this earning to know more shit, my bills are lapsing!
















They told me to turn this into three books. Book one is done! I left my guys in a field ready to war over an ordinary girl, with the brightest white of her eyes to be the cause.  But this girl is not just ordinary, she became a friend to these odd people ready to die for her.

I need to start book two. But then how can I blog? I don’t know.

Language Mars Words
You can understand us here



Hello.  Hello today. It’s April 2017, 25. Wow, were moving on quickly.

So far the more I try the more trouble I get into. I must learn to how not to allow being told what to do, day in day out, do do do this  do that! I need to do what I do.  I have learned this behavior is taking myself away from me. I think I’m building a little black dot, way back in the corner of my head.  { But in this, case do I give warning?}

  • Do I tell people that they are causing a take-over to manifest.
  • That I am angered.
  • That I like doing things my way.

I will do what ever for you I will help you where you need but I too want and need >me. I too like you,  have means that are my way.

And quite frankly I am having trouble keeping this flesh moist. The chemicals  in your water burn my skin and weakens this core. This is bad for me now this three days on your planet is a slow poison. I urgently have the need to flee this family I came into, fear I do gravely acts to stay alive. [If  this body dies] I must MORPH. Black or red.

This place I am in is laden with dust. This dust is home to mites. They are starting to eat at this body’s skin, causing me to scratch and scratch.  This does not look good amongst you, scratching and scratching, cause every one to watch.  this human said to me, “are you lousy?”  But.,  “yes, so you can see them eating me.” he said no more but I saw on his face he carried disgust. I feel scaly.

Actually there is option three. To Burnout! But this is the end of life as I came to know it.

I love life I want to live like you. Why should I die. I did not ask to come to this earth, your rocket science brought some of us back. But not me, like others sent to help. I am not them, yet should I choose,  I too can Morph.! But I choose to stay this body and live among you for the days that I can.

For the sake of humanity my choice is to burnout war, should it be called upon.

I am here to help save your world. I wouldn’t want to live here anyway, you have shit for water. I have to leave this place this family that I came to love. I know it has only been days but she was /is good to me. I won’t remember them after a while anyway, that part is dying. I need meat. Raw meat. This family is in danger from me. I must leave now.

The road ahead will be deeply hazardous to my being. Should I make my way out of this city to find PURE RIVER WATER > it will truly be a gift from the heavens.

When I succeed the next step is to find more like me, we need to gather.

When Kristal came home from work she found the note.



It is I, your THETALER. I’m in the bar.

You know who I am, THETALER OF ALL TIMES. I have stepped forward onto your earth. You need me, us, you are at risk from this day forth-I can only say to you. For this is none of my fault, This is. Your, doing. Well not all of mankind., but most of you world wide-caused our ripple of destruction. [see the word]  SARGATE/ Blay zumi bo mee> , You caused a crack from earth to mars from mars to earth. You are under attack!,

But of course who is going to take heed from my words and get to the cities!

WORLD WIDE was given nangto drupe perseasa  tie zine.

  1. There is a child
  2. She must be saved
  3. I need to learn.

Then. “Take another drink! Play some music!, Or Shut the hell-up! Tell me where you are from!” An angry drunk man yelled at Jean to shut-up, causing the place to sit still.

The funny little guy made his way across the floor followed by the click click clicking singing from his cow-boy boots. You can bet everybody watched. > What the hell, the guy is hilarious. keeps me coming to this drinking hole way out-side the city limits. > I can tell you, so do many of these customers. They even bring their friends just for a laugh at this guy. But it also goes to say several of these drinkers have never met the guy. The clicking stopped. All eyes upon him, waiting watching like the first time seeing a MASTER SHARK jumping at you right NOW! No body drank., it seemed odd that even the jukebox finished its last song! Time stopped! Then CRACK! just like that, silence broke.

“I am Jean-Guy Rubber-Boot! They tell me I come from your mother’s tit! Are you running a tab.”  Laughter nothing but laughter could be heard.

Then just like that, he turned clicking his way back to his spot drank a drink then asked the bar-keep for a dollar for the pool-table.  “You rack’em I stack’em.”  He placed his dollar on the table. But the same man bellowed again. “What the fuck! Who does this clown think he is.?” He stood-up from where he sat doing his best to maintain his balance, “Play some music! Where did that guy go. I wanna buy him a drink., A round for everyone.”   Shouts and yammering chatters and cheers ate up all space.

“Who are you really?”  I said, he looked into my eyes. “There was a Roy in my head.” He put his attention to a shot-glass he is holding.   “I am RIGEL, one of the brightest stars in your universe.”   Some how Jean-Guy R.B. had a hold of a 40 ounce bottle of whiskey pouring a shot. Of course he offered me one. Yes I took it. We laughed, down the hatch. I needed more Information, I can tell you it was the most fun I had in a long time. Of course when he talked of this world coming to an end, I entered more dialogue to my chronicles of this nature.  I can tell you as I was in the city yesterday, keeping an eye on a strange woman sing songs of the end. Stay out of the wind she sang.  I wonder if these two know each other?

I myself have seen red over the horizon two nights ago but I have no explanation as of yet. I have recorded this happening as coming in intervals of three, then it was over.  The cause is unknown, further investigating is needed. But as far as I could tell it came far from the country’s outer edges.

The time is late early hours of the morning, 1:49am so for this night I am packing it in and will drive back to the city to return again.

When I let the establishment every-one was hanging in for last call on the alcohol. Jean-Guy  is still talking of the earth’s destruction in 25 more days. “Give it a rest Joe. Fuck look at him . . .He’s a fucking bum. Fuck, drink or go home. Who the fuck is he bothering. You fuck? You’re buying him drinks all night. Leave the fucking guy a lone.”  Ray went to the jukebox.

Things were still going strong with much fun, when I left the bar. I could tell the rest of the night in that establishment will be safe.  But as I leave the place behind all the red flashes in the wooded area sparked off in the thicket. I can tell by the diameter of the radiant glow this to be their resting spot for this time.  The bar is safe for now.


















ne two buckle my shoe what in the world are we to do.

three four shut the door they are coming in by scores and scores.

five six what the shit! Quick toss me that stick!

Seven eight lets get things straight. You can not stop us.

Nine ten.  Here we come again.Picture 492

enough to get body searched. CAPS OFF

What a joyful day.  I thought I would go out and see the Crowed. HEY! Hello, it has been quite some time. But here I am. Out and free. ready to have some fun. FUN!  Yippee, it has been way to long for me. Jump’ens he rubs his hands. I should cut my finger nails, they may get broke. I don’t know how…. But I will cut them just the same. And clothes>  ?A huge question mark!  What do they even wear out there any more! I know NO CAMELS parking in the rear. that’s a little far back even for me.. FRENCH!

Wiseman say sometime not enough time so on time is too late unless time given is before hand, [ and this comes right from my own head.}>unless forced.  He finished cutting his nails stopping with an actual washing of the hands, drying them well leaving no dampness. People don’t know how important drying the whole body is. He is dry from head to toe.  lama coy stampout greb bolsa scartoi.

The CHALLENGE bastard. Now I have to go in search of clothes to fit into any crowed place I choose fit? And what is a fit place for me to be in? I never leave the house. okay shop. Work. where else should I go? Church? I don’t think so….The doors are always locked when I feel like I should go to church. And that is not often. One other known fact besides the locked doors after sundown, is, groups! each church has its own congregation. The whole place turns to watch you walk in. Holy every glare is full of taunting wisps, asking who you are why are you in here? Now they ALL want to know your name where are you from, are there others?  You wouldn’t catch me in any church unless Santa is in there and I can sit on his lap and cry, I have been soooooo bad!  Santa I want toys. This is just a thought I have that derives, from this whole fiasco of looking for a SAFE ENVIROMENT to have a fun night out.  RED? Should I wear red? RED!  red pants? red Top? Why red anyways. Red. This is not a good idea…People might think I am Santa and come to me. That would be funny ay? NACCO, I’m not Santa, get off my lap and sit down. Or go home. And that is too much fun for me to fast.  Light blue jeans, with just the right amount of bulge. Hum, looks good to me even if I do say so myself….Arms in or out.

A wise man would say to enter into the unknown with arms out is to have control in one’s ability. Yeah well I’m not going out to look for a fight. I want to sing!  KARAOKE ALL NIGHT LONG. All night. safe. not having to worry If I put on the right clothes. He looked back over the choice of colorful rags to pick from blowing in the warm soft air hanging on the clothes-line. With a snort he choose the dark green shiny shirt. wow it shone in the sun he never seen anything like it, and thought the white dress pants matched. No need for socks he had boots on.  Really pointy cow-boy boots with shiny gadgets on the toes and heals and spurs, he clicked when he walked on stone or wood or cement. Hell the boots only came off then new clothes were needed.

And that no body is in the house. It’s a good place to dress and see in the mirror how good he would look. He did I did and I love it.  The sleeves were rolled nicely half way up the fore arm. Satisfied. He can smell a scent luring him to find for it. Finding a plastic bottle he opened this spilling some to his hands.  Kind of a rugged smell engulfed his nostrils causing this wetness to be dumped on his head.  Awe this  is tasteful to the nose and liking what he saw in the looking-glass.  Yes I Am going out for fun to dance to sing to drink what they drink, to fall down getting back up to laugh doing some more until the end. Learning to fit in. Oak la doid.

Through the woods on the walk into the city town limit is a beautiful sight to behold.  The wonders of the smallest things are incredible to the eye seeing they exist. The trees the shadows being forced to creep its way along with you or there waiting for you., but always barren of human life. Every step of the way the scenery  continues to shows no evidence of mankind. Just a pureness of goodness storming a magnificent peace where the smallest of noises tear ripples through your core.  now there is a volt for you. ZAP!  To bad though, never a noise to be heard just the sound of your own feet crunching snapping dry twigs, holy old breath even. Crazy how no sound will affect minds.  I recognize that clothes line over there, he snorts out a laugh and that echoed. Now standing still for a heavy weighed minute hoping nothing heard this silly little sound. let that escape didn’t I. Now biting down his thoughts calming nerves readying his journey into the city. Every other day travel into the city differs, well life is hard for some. So moving is a must.

A wise man would say,  take what you can, when you can take it before the choice leaves, you like that stop take it.

This walk is turning out to be longer than remembered. There should be a tiny brook over to my right up ahead. The sun strong enough to light the whole forest under its thicken wood. A blanket of greenery acting as roof tops still allowed the rays to heat the flesh, time will be used to replenish Foy scartoi boyces tie rateit. The pure river water is desired and well needed anyway, you can never have to much replenishing. what if you couldn’t get replenished for days? You would be tired, weak, sore, Blah.,  then what good are you?, none! Not even for yourself. I have no time for correcting mistakes only learning from them. hopefully happily without bother is best. Education is not always easy or easy to understand. Two many rules I’d say if its a pear why then is it a pair or pare why why  why how and who? Why does it half to be two to or too. I don’t know and this daily thing of learning can cause humans to drink and that they do., that and have sex making it easy got get. Humans call this love when it not taken. take ye not what ye shall not have given unto you. If I said it up side down, inside out or backwards I have said why its true to me.  Awe yes! The smell of fresh water joined by the trickling sound of the wet coolness, seconds later he lay flat on his face drinking in the supple nutrition.  Soon he rolled over to his back side smiling out a facial feature showing, I did it again face scrunch expression with the biggest smirk shining from his silent mouth remembering  the shoes. Humans are so silly especially ladies. Dress undress such a waste of time just to feed the body. The clothes always dry before the city and smell like pure nature. Zoid vest oak la doid.

He dressed and undressed six times keeping the green and white outfit. And by the time the bar is in sight he is dry and smelling so whole-some. Always take moments for yourself to compile strategies before entering the unknown. Never just barge in leaving your wits behind. just relax under the shade of this tree. Shake yourself off, fix your hair. They like this. Apparently both sex enjoy seeing a nice head of hair. Clean vibrant odor.  Then we walk across the field like we do this everyday gathering form, and confidence all the way to the building, with people watching you wondering who this may be, never seen him before look, giving whispers or chatter that I can hear. FRENCH! I took off my cap for seconds to scratch my head.

Wow people look at all the heads, people, heads, wow lots I did not care. I still want to sing. I wave my hand for attention. “Where do I get this drink.”  This causes a ruckus its a long running bar. But I do not know. “What the fuck someone says, did you just get off  your mother’s tit! The laughter directed at me caused my silliness to play. “Yes! This is it.” I called back. “The tit of a mother I came from.” They laughed he laughed. This is good learning the language. “What will it be. Beer whiskey wine.?” “Yes beer whiskey wine. I will take this.” Several  patriot’s found this amusing some sneered. The bar-keep wondered, “You running a tab?” ‘”Running a tab.” He searched the room listening, then, “No running Safe here.” The keep raised his one brow, “You start with a beer then.” “Start with a beer then. Where can I sing.” The bar maid points to the other side of the room. “Over there behind the wall. Pick your song jot your name have a seat wait. Big Jim will call you when your time is up.” “If my time is up how can I sing?” “You okay buddy.”  “I will be if Big Jim calls me before my time is up.” I rolled my eyes wondering why. Why call somebody if the time is up. “Your to late.” He found this be funny to his mind. His fun became interrupted as the human beside him ask. “Are you talking to yourself?” to learn he repeated this statement back to the man. “Are you talking to yourself?” The guy said in return, “I’m not even talking.” Looking into the eyes watching me I told him “I can hear you, but it’s no big deal I just want to sing. It must be a message for me to find a place to stand or sit, a table for me., maybe others like me will come.

He did not like the beer much, but adjusting to this warmed his blood. He watched people drink, dance, sing, play a game they called pool, fight, argue and touch one another, while he laughed and wondered, he bounced along with the music having fun. Then he heard the name Jean-Guy being called to sing.,  the big moment., what an honor. He smiled and clicked all the way to the man with the microphone. This is when the people, even him, could hear click click click click click  all across the dance floor.  “Hello! And who do we have here.” He is handed the MIC. “This is good. I am Jean-Guy rubber boot. I am here to help you, wait no. To sing and fall down.”  people laughed people booed, people yelled confidence. “I am here to live with you., no wait. Not with you for you.”  “Shut the fuck up and sing.”  “Piss or get off the pot!” someone else yelled.

He sang twinkle twinkle little star. Even the drunk men fell silent. The song drifted in and out in and out of ears listening to its luring lullaby.

Twinkle.   Twinkle.  Little star.   How they,  wonder,  who we are.

Up above. the earth, so high. Down to ground so no one dies.

Twinkle twinkle burning light we came to earth to help you fight.

Nobody moved or said a word for a few seconds then all noise commenced.  “Buy the bastard a drink and shut him up.” Then,  “I can’t take anymore let me sing.” Someone else yelled. “Fun all around.” Jean-guy called out. “Hip hip hooray.” {He saw this on a TV show the other day.} I still had the microphone then the man took it away from me saying.  “I’m not sure what just happened, but give the guy a hand.” Of course laughter and clapping mixed with cheers filled every corner of the establishment with fun.  “Yes just what I came for.”  When I went to my place, the table I picked to not bother someone, someone was there. A Girl. “Can I sit here”, she smiled. But I was taken over by the whites of her eyes. They were pure of the brightest white known to mankind. She touched my shoulder asking again. “Have your own pleasure.” She said. “Do you come here often?” “Of course I do not! I come from your mothers tit. Any man will tell you so.”  Of course I cheered this.  “Do you have a dollar.” This did not please her, but she gave me the coin. I went to place the dollar on the pool table.

It was not long before more people came to my table where we all laughed to each other making fun., they bought me drinks laughing every time one would say down the hatch drinking in one swallow all the liquid from the tiny glass.  Then it became true, I fell down but they stood me back. “More more drink more.” I needed water. Maybe it is time to leave this place of learning for this night, water is now important. But then I got out the door someone wanted me to try sucking on this funny fag they called it., it made my head spin but heightened everything around me.  It made these lunges choke out shit but “More they said more.” I could not do more without dying, wheezing, water I need water. They put the fag in my pocket, “you will need this later”, they said.  “No I need water.”

The bartender came to my rescue with the girl with the bright eyes. They put water down my throat, I coughed and choked,  “please stop., this is poison.” Some one called the national guard, so I thought, but it is just four men with badges and hats. They man-handled this body patting it down yelling “Who is your dealer.” “I did not play tonight,” is my answer, this bothered him, shaking me then placing cold steel bracelets on me, two of us anyway. I did not know the lady in the pink suit beside me.  She quickly said, “Hey do you know you have enough on you to get stripped body searched? And when they take their caps it’s time for you to go!”  I shook my sore head.  “They make you take your clothes off.”  “What? These are my clothes.”  “They don’t keep them, they just make you undress while they watch you then touch you places down there looking for shit. Most of the time they make you do the touching.”  This can not be. Why do they want to take the clothes? The line is there for every one to see. And this flesh is itchy. I need go get to fresh river water. Quickly in his head, he went over some of the language he learned tonight hoping all the wrongs he may have caused would be happily fixed.

Finally the officer came to me.

“What is your name!”

“Are you talking to yourself.” I Impressed with myself. He annoyingly asked again.

“I am Jean-Guy rubber boot.”     He look at me then marked on some paper.

“Do you live around here.”  I know this one I thought.

“No not here., but there.” I pointed to the now darken woods. He marked in the book again.

“Oh really. What brought you here tonight?” I smiled. Able to converse.

“Are you running a tab?”

“We can play this my way or the hard way.  The red-faced Officer said.  “Are you hiding anything on your person tonight sir.”

“Just enough to get body searched.” I am proud talking English. Proud to be a fast learner.

Where do you come from!”

“This is easy, I come from your mother’s tit. Lets go!  Caps off!”

I got to sleep naked after they took my clothes and made me turn my head to cough. This is a lesson for me not to drink and smoke learning the English language to help others like me. They will come soon I100_3133 feel the waves in the air but can not hear them.










I. want an audience, no I don’t, yes I do. EAT THE RICH

  • Has any one ever asked you what you really wanted/ What you want out of life?
  •  Probably yes/ you can not make up your mind. You hesitate your first answer.
  • Then you thought/standing in wonder/convince your own self doubt.

Can you remember the first answer in your head, changing your mind, not knowing.

  • True!  or  Untrue  
  • Are you doing what you really want? 
  • Are you off to the side looking in.

I can not stand outside no longer. I have no choice but to honor my true answer.

I do I want an audience.  This is detrimental to mankind that you know I am here.

Is this a bad thing?  I can only hope for the best. laughter is essential to this life.

[Saying all this caused me to realize I did know what I wanted] And you should too.

My first answer I was shy of is, [there’s that word again} Audience.



  • Coy pee mee tie oh blay oak soyn ray echtasa Froplatson
  • Blay zambi tie echta uvarc wazota bo tie blayta oak.
  • Zap zert chow fee zoid greb blay.
  • Zap be joinsaw tie mast vest stem zoid.
  • blay zumi bo mee.
  • Zap fri tie zine.

Blay fee nangtoe drupe perseasa fine oak soyn must echta Forplatson echta uvarc upshot blay zert chow nacco bo

Blay fee crab frogbaresta tie faesaw bo

Coy zert fal larcaso blay goatay qualla bo zap fri tie zine>>>>>>This was sent world wide

But of course there is only one HUMAN to read or try to decipher this warning but he is unknown to mankind. This the language of the universe that which is given unto me that I tell you to save this planet earth. I too will go in search of others like me then find the folklorest or the pathologist of  language. It is said we have been here before the times.


It is said unto us there is a child

She must be saved from others like us

Only this child can save your Motherland should she live

It is not written as of yet how

Should this become the destruction of the child it will be written

  • You have twenty-seven days
  • They must kill to survive
  • You can not stop them
  • Eat the rich

This is as mush as I can say.  So tell me. . . Do I have an audience?