My introduction was well-received, I'm only down one penny in a half an hour or so, it feels good I was hoping for someone to help me out so I'll take my first down vote as constructive criticism and try to do a better job as a storyteller, forget the cryptic stuff this is what happened.
I tried Facebook years ago only for a short while because I was contacted buy an old girlfriend who although she hadn't met me in almost 40 years, still she felt that she should leave her husband and whatever her dream was from there ,which I found so alarming that in the most gentle way I explained to her that I think she had an idea of the person/me ,who really doesn't exist anymore. I realized I could Define who I am on social media ,instead I closed my account. That was many years ago. It amazed me that so many people would give all their information to any website to own and maintain exclusive rights to ownership in perpetuity, to potentially not have the access to it or worse, control over it .What if someone decided to turn it off or censure my content.
I wanted a place to publish as though I was writing to My Future Self a sort of book or blog stored in a blockchain that's open source that would give me the highest potential for the recovery of data as it existed as published .I have lots of questions,i have everything to learn and just enough to share.
I've chosen to return July 18th of 2099 as this is a significant date in my life to come ,then i will search yzart@steemit.com , it would be disappointing to find less than 21 billion active users by the year 2121 ,a 3rd or more will be active followers in waiting for my prophetic return , after I am taken up in a chariot of Fire in my 69th or 70th year of this current life .late in the year 2027. This is what I call the Magi of the Most High! The science of the wise art. I know even if I leave here in 2027 on a flaming spaceship some of you still won't believe, yet when I return in 2099 I will receive mad up votes ,haha!
To protect the innocent some of the first names in this true story may be fictionalized.
Finding Yzart
Perhaps in the same moment certainly on the same day that I was born a fith generational Tennessee boy, half a world away in Saudi Arabia a baby boy was born. I call him my antithesis, they named him Osama, he would grow to lead Legions of jihadist, I ,to lead Legions of Allies of Liberty and Galactic Interdependence. His upbringing and education was nothing short of exceptional and Royal, mine was little more than short. I think I may have passed the 8th grade in the 9th grade I was in the Tennessee Baptist Children's Home outside of Franklin, Tennessee until I ran away and hitchhiked to Dover Delaware, , at 14 years old I didn't believe in the church or God and I certainly didn't believe that I should live in a church orphanage ,so" no sooner had I hit the streets that I met the fools that a young fool meets" (Jackson Browne), ' All In Search Of Truth and Bound for Glory" and it was everything I needed to escape from the tortured memories of home and family that once was, my first ride was another runaway orphan a sister who was eloping, that young couple took me to Interstate 40 East and droped me off , my best orphan friend, we ran away together without ever knowing the other one was leaving until they picked me up . Soon I was hitchhiking on the interstate for the first time in my life as I waited for my second ride I noticed the car coming that looked just like my grandmother and grandfather's it was a tan-colored Chrysler Imperial it scared me a little when I saw it coming but as it approached and passed I could see that it was three hippies two guys and a girl and they looked at me and I looked at them and I thought how could you be so unkind to leave me here I thought you hippies were kind, some time passed and I got a second ride,the second ride took me quite a distance from Nashville almost to town called Crossville as I waited for my third ride and time went by ,soon to my surprise there was my grandmother's car and yes it was those same hippies and yes they passed me by again but this time we saw each other's faces even more clearly and everyone looked directly at me and I at them and they could see that I wondered, why are you passing me again? Soon I would get another ride and before you know it the time passed and we were past Knoxville then he let me off, he had been a nice guy the first Rider to show me that he had a gun when he first gave me a ride and asked me if i was going to be good, of course I was just a child and I was surprised that someone would show me a gun or ask me if I was going to be any kind of trouble. Now I know that any adult would have realized that I was every kind of trouble and didn't even know it, just from looking at me! No one ever once asked me how I came to be on the streets ,for the most part adults who picked me up we're looking for sexual perversion with children, like I said this was a nice guy then he dropped me off and soon along comes my grandmothers Chrysler Imperial with the three hippies and this time east of Knoxville on I-40 they stopped and picked me up and I saw on their license plate Texas! I had never been so happy to get a ride in all of my life. I was with ,get this, I swear to God, drug smugglers who graciously explain to me that this was the reason that they never stopped to pick me up before, 60 lb of cannabis and 40 lb of hashish not to mention various assorted psychedelics possibly, even likely other drugs that weren't mentioned , we smoked so much hashish that I was like a character from a stupid dope movie, melted into the seat . By the time we set up camp that evening in Virginia we had become friends we laughed more on that ride from Knoxville to Virginia than I've ever laughed in the last year, they introduced me to the first concepts of community and sharing,where their smuggling was an act of absolute necessity for the culture to grow, in their minds people had need of the herb, people had need of the Psychedelic medicine and they were ambassadors of those needs and that distribution , free love ,food,wine ,
loads of fine fresh flowers, compressed extracts from Morocco ,Nepal ,Afghanistan, all to the soundtrack of rock and roll music that would become the classics of today,and yes, they were much more than hippies they were humans ,Taking Chances, breaking rules ,breaking laws , Breaking Traditions, breaking bonds of Oppression, resisting Wars with an ideal to share this great land in the pursuit of happiness. The next morning they dropped off at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel ,they gave me some cash , three tablets of a form of LSD 25 called Purple Haze and said have a nice trip as they drove away!
I didn't want to take the chance on being caught with three hits of LSD when two would be more than enough to get in all the trouble that I could never get out of ,so I decided to take one of the small purple pills.
to be continued. ..