My Experience With Time Travel To An Alternate Universe

On Robbie Burns Night 2003, I was at  King’s Cross Station platform 9-3/4 (possibly platform 9) waiting to take the train back to Cambridge.

Snow had been officially a thing of the past in England since March 20, 2000 – but it was snowing hard that evening and the train had to wait for an hour outside Cambridge while the crews cleaned off the tracks. Eventually I made it to the Flying Pig Pub to enjoy a pint or six, where an English gentleman walked in in shorts and a T-shirt which read “Longmont, Colorado.”

This caught my attention, largely because I lived in Longmont, Colorado at the time – and also because it was -6C outside. We drank a few pints as he told me stories about how much he loved Longmont.

About 10,000 less fortunate people spent that evening parked on the M11, because the government listened to the geniuses at the Met Office, and didn’t stock up on grit.

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle.

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
An’ fellow mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ request;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t.

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s win’s ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!


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7 Responses to My Experience With Time Travel To An Alternate Universe

  1. Aye, ’tis an ode to Hope and Change, and other terrors by night.

  2. Gail Combs says:

    HOPE = The elite hope for a world government.

    CHANGE = A change from free people to serfs.

    Too bad Obummer never bothered to mention that is what he meant.

    • omanuel says:

      He is but a puppet, Gail.

      • Even his puppet master is himself a puppet. It’s puppets all the way up to the top. They are NOT free men of sound mind. They truly believe their whim MUST control reality. They DEMAND that reality obeys without question or hesitation. If it doesn’t, then it is reality that is wrong and they intend to destroy it. As would a spoiled child throwing a tantrum because his wish has been denied.

        What the hierarchy of puppets are incapable of understanding is that reality doesn’t give a damn what they whim or why. Reality stubbornly stays exactly what it is, always has been, and always will be. Our challenge is to know and understand what it is and use it to our advantage. To do that, we must be free and of sound mind. A state they can’t even imagine but mightily fear. In the long run, it is they who will be destroyed by their own hands. Reality will remain. Can we survive until that glorious day? Some of us will.

      • gator69 says:

        Nothing sadder than a puppet who thinks he is a real boy.

    • Andy DC says:

      It is incredible that something as basic as weather has been reduced to lies and deliberate deception. If true for weather, then what else can we believe? Absolutely nothing you hear.

  3. cassidy421 says:

    One could consider a situation in which NWO capitalist eugenicists selling communism who control the three major wire services in a country whose president and former vp founded a carbon-trading exchange (with financing arranged by the president, a long-term board member of the non-profit (Joyce foundation) that also funded the president’s communist terrorist friend (Bill Ayers), and in which the former vp also founded a carbon-trading investment management firm (Generation Investment Management) using taxpayer dollars (Fannie Mae) and financing from a brokerage firm that had received received a $10 billion bailout from taxpayer dollars as kind of a Perfect Storm, if one favored egregiously long sentences and had no scruples that precluded mentioning a topic that is trivial in contrast to the corrupt, evil IPCC anti-scientists lying and deceiving us to enable this. Add chameleon point man Maurice Strong and the Global Environment Fund and the World Bank and the Club of Rome and Bilderbergers and Trilateral Commission and Foreign Relations Council and the Order (Skull & Bones) and it really seems like money is the root of all evil, but it takes a lot of psychopathic manipulation and control obsession and anti-social sentiment and lack of concern for the earth to get it.
    Psychopaths don’t acknowledge absolute truth; they’re entirely egocentric, and truth is what gets them what they want.
    Truth is all that matters, their only enemy.

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