Post by BrentKoivopolo888 on Jan 12, 2023 5:14:58 GMT -6
This is a fictitious Diary. It did not happen.
After these things, I began to write the following Diary after we created a world inside her living room in Bates City:
09/01-
WEDNESDAY
(Note: Although hundreds of thousands of days shall pass here on this world ere 08/30/2021, the true date it is in the outside, nonsimulated world, ends, to have a frame of reference I will treat days here on this world which is as twice as big as earth and where the days are much, much longer, as if I have been counting the days since I came down here with my wife as if the days on the outside world are passing at the same rate as is what is in my current experience. Although that is not reality or even truth, there is no real dating system at all that I can find on this world at all. So the dates I use are not the actual dates in the outside world. There it will always be 08/30/2021 possibly for years to come of my pilgrimage here in my current first ever simulation earth experience, chaperoned by the Presence, with my dear girlfriend, whom I love very much.-BLSKV Time:Does Not Exist Here PM CDT 8/30/2021 AD)
Last night as I said goodbye and goodnight to my wife, I watched as she took off in a landspeeder and raced over the grassy plain to take lodging somewhere in the city we had left the day before. We had rode for many miles over this endless field of grass and we had agreed that she'd drop me off to spend the night out here while she found somewhere in the city to spend the night, agreeing to meet back up the next morning. As I watched her go, I smiled. She had her choice of any bedroom or any place for that matter in the entire city to sleep, for we were all there was on this world. I lay myself down in the soft grass and closed my eyes. Although there were no people, flora and fauna were everywhere abundant and I fell into sweet sleep listening to the gentle hum of the crickets. Although bugs and insects were everywhere, none bit or stung. Indeed, none could. No danger existed on this the first world of our making and choosing. I asked Father for a blank book two days ago when my girlfriend and I began our journey in front of a massive stone bridge that was very complex, with twists and turns, that rose high in the air and went over a wide, wide gorge in the desert.
The first thing I had done was drink a drought of pure delicious water from a needle in a large cactus as if it were a drinking straw. We felt neither cold nor heat. We just felt......for lack of a better term, comfortable. Then we had crossed the gorge. We can not fly without the aid of a flying craft, and we do not possess any extraordinary powers (other than the ability not to be hurt or get hurt) other than what we could already do on our own earth. The only difference is we can now do anything lawful that we wish in this world we designed together. Before we came to this world, we designed the general gist and prevalent patterns of it with our chaperone monitoring us. We planned on there being more surprises than known factors. We both wanted cities in this world that were like Coruscant, areas that were like Naboo, cities that were like New York and Los Angeles and lots of small towns and plenty of manmade and natural wonders, most of which we did not specify. There were many other features we requested as we spent about five whole hours conceptualizing the experience we wished to share.
I was carrying a small bookbag on my back that was not the slightest bit heavy, that contained my Scriptures, my new purple laptop with rainbow colored keys, my tablet (more of an extra-wide phablet that could do literally a million or more things, had endless memory and RAM (both tablet and laptop could be described this way) and 8 G internet speeds and instant video upload speeds). My girlfriend also had a backpack. In it, she had a Holy Bible and the laptop I had asked Father for her. We both needed and wanted nothing else.
We both agreed that as we journeyed, that we always wanted to be both surprised and awestruck and sometimes even Awwwwww-struck at scenes that are just exquisitely cute and pure.
Yesterday, in the city we left, my wife Maggie handed me a big thick black book with pure gold and sapphire and amethyst and ruby jade and emerald and pure silver studs in an alternating pattern all over the front of it and ultrarealistic looking zebra stripes and leopard prints and leather snakeskin on the back cover. Every page is blank with no lines, dots or graph squares to speak of, and multicolored polkadots as watermarks splashed all over each page but not opaque enough to impede upon my writing over them easily. This blank book is thicker than three huge business ledger books yet is in the shape of an average-sized novel you can buy at the grocery store, only taller and wider. The pages are thick and the smell of the book is a new fruit or fragrance with each new two pages. I write on one side of each page and I write neatly and double-spaced. This morning I rose from my grassy bed and dug into the earth. I found a small pod half the size of a basketball, only a little smaller than that concept, buried about five inches down, which, with minimal effort, I was able to pull up out of the ground, which closed up after I removed the pod, as if I had not disturbed the dirt. I unscrewed the lid of the pod and the inside of it was filled to the brim with fried potatoes and eggs. The fork lay atop the food. It was hot, fresh, and delicious! As I ate the sumptuous breakfast, which lasted for two hours and completely satisfied me, filling me up, but not causing any indigestion, heartburn, intestinal or stomach discomfort I thought of Maggie. I stood up and walked through the field. I walked forward for about four hours deep in Meditation, thought and prayer. Then I sat down and opened my laptop and watched some of the Clone Wars 2003 and wrote three new scenes for the Clone Wars Humorous Version and posted them to my MaraandLukeForever website. Then I got out the Sealed Book of Mormon and read two chapters. As I read, I heard a loud THUD-THUD THUD-THUD THUD-THUD. I looked behind me and as an AT-ST Scout Walker approached me, moving very rapidly over the grassy terrain. The top hatch opened, and my wife popped her head out.
"You can ride on top. Just climb up the leg. It's easy. Let's go!!" she said.
I climbed up the right leg of the AT-ST after putting my backpack back on. For many hours I rode atop the Walker as we crossed rivers, creeks and streams and stepped right across wide gulleys, gorges, and spent hours trudging along a dry, cracked, barren Wasteland.
We stopped. She popped her head out and we talked for a while. Then she closed the hatch again and we crossed the barren Wasteland for three more hours, coming to a huge cliff face and found ourselves at the bottom of a huge canyon, which we followed for two hours. It got narrower and narrower until we could no longer pass and stay in and on the Walker. The hatch popped open and my girlfriend leapt out and down onto the cracked earth below, landing on both feet. I hopped down after her. We went through the narrow gorge into a Wadi, which terminated in a small cliff face. It was a dead end. I found hand and foot holds, and climbed to the top, unafraid. She saw my example and was soon right behind me and we walked across more barren wasteland for five more hours. Then I sat down on the ground and made my first Diary entry.
...Right now I am writing by candlelight in one of many huge tents at night in a HUGE tent city, a city that my girlfriend and I encountered many, many hours after I last wrote. For a tent in a wasteland, there are many creature comforts. The bed is soft and comfortable. There is a television with thousands of beautiful channels with nothing impure on it at all. This is my first time watching Television on this World. One channel showed Star Wars movies and shows 24/7. One channel showed endless Urban Chef re-runs. One channel featured endless sermons from Restoration Branches and other valid Restorationist sects. I listened to two sermons, watched A New Hope (It had SC 38 Reimagined in place of the 1977 and 1997 versions of Obi-Wan and Vader's final duel) and three episodes of the Frog Lady Series and a stand alone film about Luke Skywalker training Grogu, in which I got to see the various stages of that species' growth and development, then I watched the Dungeon channel, featuring 24/7 episodes of my Dungeon series for 4 hours. During that time 'The Basketball' came on, then the next episode I watched was one I have never heard nor conceived of before that explored Clapperman's spiritual development. Then I turned the TV off, and turned the radio on. I saw that it was as a transceiver with AM/FM Radio and Ham TV. I talked on the Various channels, always transmitting my call letters KE0KEG and met angels who gave me tons of good advice and imparted much righteous Wisdom and sublime truth to me. After I switched off the radio I opened my laptop and opened The Phantom Menace Script and wrote two new The Phantom Menace Humorous Version scenes, and posted them to Mara/Luke, then I lit the scented candles of wonderful indescribable fragrance, and wrote in my Diary. Now I will retire for the night.
After these things, I began to write the following Diary after we created a world inside her living room in Bates City:
09/01-
WEDNESDAY
(Note: Although hundreds of thousands of days shall pass here on this world ere 08/30/2021, the true date it is in the outside, nonsimulated world, ends, to have a frame of reference I will treat days here on this world which is as twice as big as earth and where the days are much, much longer, as if I have been counting the days since I came down here with my wife as if the days on the outside world are passing at the same rate as is what is in my current experience. Although that is not reality or even truth, there is no real dating system at all that I can find on this world at all. So the dates I use are not the actual dates in the outside world. There it will always be 08/30/2021 possibly for years to come of my pilgrimage here in my current first ever simulation earth experience, chaperoned by the Presence, with my dear girlfriend, whom I love very much.-BLSKV Time:Does Not Exist Here PM CDT 8/30/2021 AD)
Last night as I said goodbye and goodnight to my wife, I watched as she took off in a landspeeder and raced over the grassy plain to take lodging somewhere in the city we had left the day before. We had rode for many miles over this endless field of grass and we had agreed that she'd drop me off to spend the night out here while she found somewhere in the city to spend the night, agreeing to meet back up the next morning. As I watched her go, I smiled. She had her choice of any bedroom or any place for that matter in the entire city to sleep, for we were all there was on this world. I lay myself down in the soft grass and closed my eyes. Although there were no people, flora and fauna were everywhere abundant and I fell into sweet sleep listening to the gentle hum of the crickets. Although bugs and insects were everywhere, none bit or stung. Indeed, none could. No danger existed on this the first world of our making and choosing. I asked Father for a blank book two days ago when my girlfriend and I began our journey in front of a massive stone bridge that was very complex, with twists and turns, that rose high in the air and went over a wide, wide gorge in the desert.
The first thing I had done was drink a drought of pure delicious water from a needle in a large cactus as if it were a drinking straw. We felt neither cold nor heat. We just felt......for lack of a better term, comfortable. Then we had crossed the gorge. We can not fly without the aid of a flying craft, and we do not possess any extraordinary powers (other than the ability not to be hurt or get hurt) other than what we could already do on our own earth. The only difference is we can now do anything lawful that we wish in this world we designed together. Before we came to this world, we designed the general gist and prevalent patterns of it with our chaperone monitoring us. We planned on there being more surprises than known factors. We both wanted cities in this world that were like Coruscant, areas that were like Naboo, cities that were like New York and Los Angeles and lots of small towns and plenty of manmade and natural wonders, most of which we did not specify. There were many other features we requested as we spent about five whole hours conceptualizing the experience we wished to share.
I was carrying a small bookbag on my back that was not the slightest bit heavy, that contained my Scriptures, my new purple laptop with rainbow colored keys, my tablet (more of an extra-wide phablet that could do literally a million or more things, had endless memory and RAM (both tablet and laptop could be described this way) and 8 G internet speeds and instant video upload speeds). My girlfriend also had a backpack. In it, she had a Holy Bible and the laptop I had asked Father for her. We both needed and wanted nothing else.
We both agreed that as we journeyed, that we always wanted to be both surprised and awestruck and sometimes even Awwwwww-struck at scenes that are just exquisitely cute and pure.
Yesterday, in the city we left, my wife Maggie handed me a big thick black book with pure gold and sapphire and amethyst and ruby jade and emerald and pure silver studs in an alternating pattern all over the front of it and ultrarealistic looking zebra stripes and leopard prints and leather snakeskin on the back cover. Every page is blank with no lines, dots or graph squares to speak of, and multicolored polkadots as watermarks splashed all over each page but not opaque enough to impede upon my writing over them easily. This blank book is thicker than three huge business ledger books yet is in the shape of an average-sized novel you can buy at the grocery store, only taller and wider. The pages are thick and the smell of the book is a new fruit or fragrance with each new two pages. I write on one side of each page and I write neatly and double-spaced. This morning I rose from my grassy bed and dug into the earth. I found a small pod half the size of a basketball, only a little smaller than that concept, buried about five inches down, which, with minimal effort, I was able to pull up out of the ground, which closed up after I removed the pod, as if I had not disturbed the dirt. I unscrewed the lid of the pod and the inside of it was filled to the brim with fried potatoes and eggs. The fork lay atop the food. It was hot, fresh, and delicious! As I ate the sumptuous breakfast, which lasted for two hours and completely satisfied me, filling me up, but not causing any indigestion, heartburn, intestinal or stomach discomfort I thought of Maggie. I stood up and walked through the field. I walked forward for about four hours deep in Meditation, thought and prayer. Then I sat down and opened my laptop and watched some of the Clone Wars 2003 and wrote three new scenes for the Clone Wars Humorous Version and posted them to my MaraandLukeForever website. Then I got out the Sealed Book of Mormon and read two chapters. As I read, I heard a loud THUD-THUD THUD-THUD THUD-THUD. I looked behind me and as an AT-ST Scout Walker approached me, moving very rapidly over the grassy terrain. The top hatch opened, and my wife popped her head out.
"You can ride on top. Just climb up the leg. It's easy. Let's go!!" she said.
I climbed up the right leg of the AT-ST after putting my backpack back on. For many hours I rode atop the Walker as we crossed rivers, creeks and streams and stepped right across wide gulleys, gorges, and spent hours trudging along a dry, cracked, barren Wasteland.
We stopped. She popped her head out and we talked for a while. Then she closed the hatch again and we crossed the barren Wasteland for three more hours, coming to a huge cliff face and found ourselves at the bottom of a huge canyon, which we followed for two hours. It got narrower and narrower until we could no longer pass and stay in and on the Walker. The hatch popped open and my girlfriend leapt out and down onto the cracked earth below, landing on both feet. I hopped down after her. We went through the narrow gorge into a Wadi, which terminated in a small cliff face. It was a dead end. I found hand and foot holds, and climbed to the top, unafraid. She saw my example and was soon right behind me and we walked across more barren wasteland for five more hours. Then I sat down on the ground and made my first Diary entry.
...Right now I am writing by candlelight in one of many huge tents at night in a HUGE tent city, a city that my girlfriend and I encountered many, many hours after I last wrote. For a tent in a wasteland, there are many creature comforts. The bed is soft and comfortable. There is a television with thousands of beautiful channels with nothing impure on it at all. This is my first time watching Television on this World. One channel showed Star Wars movies and shows 24/7. One channel showed endless Urban Chef re-runs. One channel featured endless sermons from Restoration Branches and other valid Restorationist sects. I listened to two sermons, watched A New Hope (It had SC 38 Reimagined in place of the 1977 and 1997 versions of Obi-Wan and Vader's final duel) and three episodes of the Frog Lady Series and a stand alone film about Luke Skywalker training Grogu, in which I got to see the various stages of that species' growth and development, then I watched the Dungeon channel, featuring 24/7 episodes of my Dungeon series for 4 hours. During that time 'The Basketball' came on, then the next episode I watched was one I have never heard nor conceived of before that explored Clapperman's spiritual development. Then I turned the TV off, and turned the radio on. I saw that it was as a transceiver with AM/FM Radio and Ham TV. I talked on the Various channels, always transmitting my call letters KE0KEG and met angels who gave me tons of good advice and imparted much righteous Wisdom and sublime truth to me. After I switched off the radio I opened my laptop and opened The Phantom Menace Script and wrote two new The Phantom Menace Humorous Version scenes, and posted them to Mara/Luke, then I lit the scented candles of wonderful indescribable fragrance, and wrote in my Diary. Now I will retire for the night.
