The outing time will be memorable in history and symbolic. And I can not return to a time before I left, and I can not leave the earth for more than a minute or so; my dog, Janeway, will have separation anxiety if I'm not back reasonably soon, and I may have left the grow room on, etc., and family may worry. And there should not be a record of my disappearance in time.
To my math, tomorrow at around 8 AM E.S.T., on 12.23.24, it will become Xmas Eve at the easternmost place of the International Dateline, the Republic of Kiribati, with a population of almost 1,000. It would be symbolic in its timeliness and consistent with my wanting to take the day as a celebrated one (or just a commemorated one about this (whole thing)) that lasts a very long time in Earth’s history.
Then, there is the 12-number phone dial's metaphorical conversion to a clock and so indicating 2:45 AM/PM from that center arrow. So much of the time traveled image pertains to this era of history, I feel safe in guessing that the time will be my time zone of Eastern Standard Time, but day or night might only be indicated by that waxing crescent moon shape on the mopboard, near its end (the right), as nighttime. But maybe not; see paragraph seven.
However, in recent Ping Pong Ball Communications, I was shown 2 20, which also begins my SS number and only hours before that drawing I had posted that I was going to play that set of digits (betting line of numbers) at my local liquor store. So I feel that was an answer to the matter of which day, of transition, of the beginning of my true mission, my ultimate purpose, of my debriefing and readyment to do what must be done on The Blue Marble.
So, 12 22 20 24 is today and in that line is found 2-20; and on that day the Moon will be shown light and dark halves as one, which is symbolic of our meeting, the two sides touching and etc.. 🌗 Here, on this day Luna sets at around 11:30 AM, so it’s on the other side of the plaent tonight at 10, and that is also symbolic.
Gag me with a spoon, we said in the Nineteen Eighties, to summarize how I really feel about all this number stuff and symbolism.
So, at about 10 PM tonight here in E.S.T., on 12-22-2024, and also coinciding perhaps graphically to indicate a match to 10 o'clock to approximately 11:30 in the night, in the Post Meridian, because those two dark circles that appear just outside the edge of the 12 number phone dial on the old telephone that is on the 'telephone pole' in the time-traveled image are oddly there at that time period in the conversion to a clock. That would mean the arrow in the center of the dial was only meant to point me to the Alien Stone at 088 degrees on a compass in today's magnetic polar time from the actual telephone pole here in Devils Wharf and not a double meaning of 2:45 AM or PM. Also, 10 o’clock is 2200 hours in 24 increment time and a 2 20 can be found in that line.
So at 10 pm tonight, I will be out there, in the dark and cold in 10 degrees Fahrenheit temperatures walking around on the road or near it, possibly just here on the driveway (that’s less crazy looking for that time of night), and I will be stargazing with my iPhone and the Sky Guide. And I will be right back, I promise.
James, His Man on the Earth
#timetravel on #Sol3
Pictures; the flag of the Republic of Kiribati and James is Blowing Things Up Again (selfie):
