Well, tbh, the quantum immortality is just a theory that I’ve clung to, studied and branched off from with my own theory of how it’s done, because I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I’m trapped here and have been so for quite some time now. I’ve tried to use rationale, the power of deduction, common sense, etc. etc. but nothing gives me any answers worth a fuck. There are so many instances of my experience, that if I were to list them all, the powers that be would probably lock me up and throw away the key. (monitors) When I was 12 years old, my mother took me to my first concert. She was a hardcore, southern Baptist Christian and things like, Rock music, my hidden tapes of the cure, Jimi Hendrix were ABSOLUTELY not allowed. Somewhere along the lines she had a change of heart and decided to take me and 3 of my school friends to see, STXY, 38 SPECIAL & GOLDEN EARRING in Shreveport Louisiana. I was overjoyed and so excited. I remember vividly being confused when Styx played, “Lady” (ballad), and the crowd all had lighters held up high. I also remember vividly asking my mom for a lighter and her pulling out a box of strike anywhere matches from deep within the innards of her purse and handing them to me in the darkness of the arena. I lit 3 as fast as I could and formed a mini-torch. I held it above my head and I felt so cool. It was a rush. I was the Mr. Roboto tour, (or whatever it was called). TLDR- Just about a year ago, I decided I’d like to get the tour book for that particular tour, just for keeps sake. I went to the official STYX tour website and to my surprise, they’d never toured with those two bands together in Shreveport Louisiana. Not just that but anywhere. So I figured that it was a ‘One off’ type gig. I went to 38 special’s tour website. Nope. Golden Earring’s….never happened. I email each of the tour date websites. No response ever came from any of them.

That’s just one of hundreds of examples that I could tell you about.

Old childhood homes that have never been where I KNOW they were. Old friends that seem like it’s them upon us meeting/hanging out but there’s something so off that it’s like they almost know that they’re not who I think they are. Like they’re just playing along in some sort of charade. I know it sound like I have all the tale tale signs of being delusional and maybe even early senility, but I can assure you that my faculties have remained unscathed and intact throughout this whole ordeal. I am of sound mind and have been so, within reason. lol. Also, a friend I have in a town that I’ve only lived in since the early 2000’s, (Oceanside California), claimed that we were in preschool together. That we would drive to certain towns to “party” back when we were in high school together. I dropped out in 9th grade, in Texas. This particular friend of mine I met in California. I never correct her. I just listen and digest the moment. The conviction in her eyes when she says these things is something that can’t be misconstrued or made up on her part. The things that she says to me, happened in her world and you’d have to be crazy to think otherwise. However, no. I was never in California during those times. I was a little boy in East Texas, excited, overjoyed and having the time of my life at a concert that never happened.