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An early wintry storm hit late last night on this date, September 11th, 2035. There was strangeness in the air like a stale aftermath of partying.  Frigid. Strange that people still celebrate Freedom Day like it happened yesterday.  But none of that stopped the lowly publicized auctioning off of what surprised everyone, to say the least, the biggest Sale this auction house has seen in years, well, ever.  The bidding started at $50,000 and was over in a matter of minutes but felt like seconds.  The mysterious buyer swiped her card, grabbed her “prize”, and dashed out thru the revolving doors without even giving us a “no comment” as to why she just paid $1,000,000 for some worn out notebook, written by some nobody way back before the 1950s.
 
She quickly ducks down into ol’ Irish pub with a sign that loosely translates into “A whale’s stinky pinky.” She orders an ale from the barkeep and makes for the nearest dark corner, reeking of paranoia, constantly checking over her shoulder for the Brotherhood of Enlightenment, or even her own Sisterhood of Reproductive Rights, for that matter. an alarm goes off in her head, reminding her to take her reproductive inhibiters. she pops down some blues, reproductive inhibiters. She shivers. They got there too late. Ha!  It’s mine now.  All mine!  It’s so ordinary.  Old. A simple college-ruled, black and white, 100 sheets/200 pages of notes, sketches, diagrams, (flip flip), scribbles, doodles, charts, (flip) another diagram, lots of quotes, (flip flip flip) dates, and prophecies!  There it is!  That’s it! 

     The following is what she discovered in George Orwell’s notebook: 

 

DATE                                        Earth’s Population 

84 AD                                                    6,666 
984 AD                                               6,666,666 
1984 AD *                                      6,666,666,666* 
 2984 AD                                       66,666,666,666 
3984 AD                                       666,666,666,666    

 

 

July, 3rd, 1947 

Found a large quartz crystal at a yard sale and it has little raised triangles on the facets. 

Legend has it that these specific crystals are actually dragon’s dung.  Very magical. Old.  And rumored but I’m a believer that in the right hands, very may well have teleportation or time manipulating capabilities. 

 

Scribbled. 

 

The Revelation 12:13, pg. 1012 (THE LIVING BIBLE, paraphrased) 

13. And when the Dragon found himself cast down to earth, he persecuted ... 

 

APACALYPSE 13:18, pg. 336 (HOLY BIBLE, The New Catholic Edition) 

18.  Here is wisdom.  He who has understanding let him calculate the number of the Beast, for it is the number of man; and its number is six hundred and sixty six. 

3984
            There have been 5 mass extinctions.  MAN will make #6.

     They are like locust that lie dormant for years, with these exceptions, they've been sleeping for a millennium or more, maybe much more, and instead of a 17-year cycle, they emerge when The Harvest is ripe.
 
September 23, 1948 

Went to see very well renown archeologist, Indiana Jones at the ruins of CHXNiKUAX, MEXICO, not too far from my honeymoon villa.  Amazing.  He’s claims a witchkatica can translate the crystals.  The tribe has some of their own.  Even more impressive than mine. Though, I’m not impressed with the translation. 

ALWAYS STAY ON TOP (OF THE) FOOD CHAIN 
ALWAYS STAY ONE STEP AHEAD 
ALWAYS STAY SNUGGLY (IN) BED 
DREAM DEEP (FOR THE) DAY (OF THE) DEAD 

PHLACKNOKTINOK, Dragonlord of Archives
 TRILLIONS CRYPT 23
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