A tale of a thousand dreams

(Special Note; i may use real names in this tale for lack of creating my own names, the names, which i use are in no part connect to this tale, i’ve also used their names without permission!)

Part One…


Here i sit at McDonalds, Broadway & Cambie, no money afraid to even breathe!  i have no idea where to begin, i best start with nearest memories of the morning..


(Note; Tue, 9 Aug 2016 – approximately started this tale a few days ago.)


i slept in a doorway lastnight, i had slept there the night before, i’ve slept in the alley across the street many times and knew of the doorway, yet never took the opportunity.  Probably because i would travel the alleys with a bike an trailer, which i could not have brought up the stairs…


i’ve based all my judgments on feeling of being safe, most times this judgement has never failed, however there has been many times when i could not find that safe place and exhaustion always won the battle…


i’m a 57 year old drug addict, whom now knows that using is not an option!  The tale which i will be posting upon a blog that i have been writing poetry an other useless nonsense which has caught my eye or my childlike mind..


Well here we go,


part one of a tale of a thousand dreams,


Trapped in the city of Vancouver British Columbia, Canada, no way out with a belief they are holding me here, sound really fucking crazy, but that’s what i feel…  Whatever their reasons are, just does matter.  Just isn’t right..  If i were to guess the reason would have to be about money an power…


i will start by saying that i have no idea, how i have worked out and found facts about my life, i have no solid proof, other than the experiences which have transpired throughout the last decade…


i am a bastard child, my mother raped, her an i abused by a father whom had no choice to say anything..  My mother and i paid a very heavy price for what we had no control, i’m not resentful about which has happen in the past nor would i change, not one single moment…


Years i have passed through with very little schooling, worked many different jobs, drugs play a big part trapping me within years of drug addiction, detox and treatment centers, only giving me three years clean, i bring this up because a short while back, i just made up my mind not to use, i had temporary success however it was short lived, now using is not an option..  i have faith an a strong belief, knowing that failure, would not be the end, just a reminder that i am human an to learn from this mistake, shake myself off an start again…


To be human, strong, yet fragile!


Special Note:


i only want the truth….


My timeline and jumping around this tale will make the story even more hard to understand!


While living on the streets in the West End i worked on some crazy theories, i try my best to place them in writing with no success..  It seem like i would get start an the law of natural experiences would win the battle, i would lose, everything having to start over…


To shorten the story i try to sell my theory to someone from the Billionaire Club, i walked in the door, a doorman met me, i asked if i could speak to someone about my theories, he was under the impression nobody would talk, he returned telling me to meet the man a a club on granville street, to my surprise, we met after a short conversation, the question he ask “do have anything written?”  Sadly the answer was no!  You know i don’t even remember, i knew the man’s name, however he said when you do he would be happy to look my theory…  Once again back to place these thoughts on paper, what i really mean using a computer, as my skills at writing are very bad…


Each night i would work on these thoughts an theories, talking out loud, it’s the way i think an work through problems as i do this the same way this very day.  As i’m doing the same thing talking out loud, wondering if i’m doing the right thing?  As i continue my lifestyle, not making any changes, because that is how i got here, by living my life as me…


Another Note;

i would spend a lot of time digging in dumpster, trapped in my addiction day after day using drugs, an living off the garbage..  Working these thoughts and bring everything closer together, as pieces of the puzzle began to fit in place, now making more sense, preaching to others on the street, most did want to hear, because they got tired of hearing the same thing, over and over.


Back to the tale,


Well now things become interesting, voice of something or someone, would ask question, this sound really crazy, our conversation went on for sometime, i couldn’t tell how long or at the time with whom?


What it came down too, let’s say the voice could not figure out how i came to my solutions, so my first contract, little did i know it would be a blood contract, which upon completion i now realize that is a deadly contract, made for life…


Then the voice ask what i would like for my contract, i asked for $3000.00, in return offered 25 billion in gold an the name “Dark Prince” the placing me number two in his family…

(All i had to do was; “Just be me!”)


Back to the tale;


i found myself wondering Granville Street, in an area that i’ve been before only because i’ve lived in the city all my life…  Now disturbingly for some reason i was waiting for a car, why i spent hours waiting for a car, at this moment sounds even more crazy or insane, as i sit back a laugh to myself..  Anyway the car did come!


Now for a part of the story even i find hard to believe, wandering on the west side of Granville Street, i see some men moving barrels, for some reason i crossed.  Like in a dream, i follow what i believe to be man walking up the alley, only his feet were not moving, i followed, just before we came to an intersection he disappeared as i continued on, something grabbed me from the back of my neck, holding me as if i was a newborn child, i felt no fear, yet was not in control, we began a conversation only there was no sound the voice clear as day centered within the middle of my mind..  i remember the question; “May i” feeling no fear i answered “yes” now today or some years after the meeting he was still looking for the answer of how i worked out the puzzle of my theories, still finding no answer we completed the blood contract.  As he already has tasted my blood, he place a single droop upon a finger, which i took completing the contract…


Where at that time, really didn’t understand or even to this day find truly hard to believe, however deep within my heart know it to be true..


Special Note;


Humanity within today’s world see’s a blood contract (As a contract between the Devil an oneself!  “Now within my theories the devil an god do not exist, however demons an other paranormal do!)


Back to the tale;


Dazed by the events, which happened, as an addict living on the streets of Vancouver, continued wandering, trying my best to place everything into perspective..


Life went on for a drug addict wander the alleys of the West End, continuing to collect bottles, looking for other treasures…  In essence “just being me!”


Some days later a psychic message came!  The some in gold hidden a Vancouver International Airport..  (How you could hide that amount of gold in front of plain eyes, would only be family magick…
However trying my best to retrieve this shipment, prove to be difficult!  This is where my new found family played an important part, as we removed the shipment of gold bring it down behind General Motors Place without anybody even knowing..  Once again this is where with more of family help move the shipment, using street people to the train station..  At the time i had no idea, once again my new family stepped in all the street people did it for nothing with no memory of ever doing so…  The gold was shipped to Fort knox’s by train, i marveled at watching all the bags make there way to the train station piling up one at a time…

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