Escape from Earth (Full Text)

In 2016 I published the short-story and booklet “Escape from Earth”. There is only one copy left in the commercial market, so I have converted the booklet to a web page format for all to read. “Escape from Earth” is the continuation of “The Age of Despair“.

Title Page illustration of Escape from Earth featuring a modified space shuttle hovering planet Earth.
By Floyd Kelly (2016)

11 December, 2051 18:12 (TR:CL)

Brighton-2 Creek Station; Alberta, CANADA

UNS Med-Centric City #172; 21,120 in attendance

Thank you all for your good spirits tonight. Tonight is a special night for us. Tonight, we light this beacon to declare the opening of UNS Med-Centric City #172. Thank you to the partners in the UNS Peace Alliance for your concerted efforts to ensure our success.

Tonight, I look upon a crowd of my fellow brothers and sisters in the human race who have come from far away places. Many of you have experienced despair, heartache and suffering. My heart fills with a warming peace as I now see you all with hope.

Tonight, we also remember the many lives lost and the suffering of people all around the world. To the victims of the gamma-shine event; the countless millions of oceanic sea life destroyed; to the victims of the methane cataclysm and those who experienced the Cascadia events – the radiation scourge and the wildfires. This beacon of remembrance is lit for you.

To the victims of the Zika virus, disease and hunger; this beacon is lit for all of you. To those of you displaced by the permanent coastal flooding; and, to the massive caravans of people crossing the plains of the Americas, in search of water, food and a new home; this beacon is lit for you. Come. Band together, be at peace with one-another and come to the beacons. To the countries of the world; each with troubled times, earthquakes and coastal flooding, Italy, United Kingdom, New Zealand, Republic of the Marshall Islands – this beacon is lit for you.

We also remember the heroes of our time who have risen to this occasion; plucking lives from the teeth of disaster. This beacon is lit for you. Our goal has always been; from the beginning – Help as Many People As We Can.

So; here we are. Those of you in this crowd are about to embark on a journey so grand; it was not conceivable just a few decades ago. With the advancement in nano and bio-tech, nano-drone technologies and the series III a.i.; we have created a lifeboat. You all here tonight are recuperating from the ravages of our own making and irresponsibility. Now, we come together to help ourselves one last time. Those who have gone before you were once hungry and in need of medical attention; those who did their part in the Escape from Earth project are now traveling amongst the stars of the galaxy in search of a new home.

I still remember, 30 years ago; when our world’s scientists and scholars calculated we are now living our last years as a species on this planet – our home – Earth. It hit me hard. To realize, that we truly do need to find a new home.

This is it ladies and gentlemen – moms, dads, and the young. This enterprise has been developed with an explicit purpose of allowing as many of you to leave our planet in search of a new home. Help as Many People As We Can. Remember, as you progress over the next year in your training; you are building your new home away from home – take pride and be responsible.

As I have always said; if we are going to use the last of our resources on this planet; we might as well put it to good use with one last hurrah for humanity. Thank you to the 38 countries participating in our species’ next and greatest endeavor. Thank you to the enterprising spirit of the many talented and brilliant individuals who have toiled much to create this lifeboat for all of us.

I join you in your future discoveries. – Cedar Jackson, M.D.; Co-Founder EFE : (TR:302)

2053 Feb 2 :IXP2:3284: The crew has retired for the sleep cycle. We’ve been hold up here. The crew is starting to become hungry and we are worried. It’s been 4 days since the x-Ion2 drive malfunctioned. KERIA a.i. is unable to establish contact with ESCOMM. Colonel Meyers seems a little on-edge.

Doc placed Corporal Jenning into cryo; he has the schisms. The crew is restless and there was a fight over a muon bar. The children are calm but I can see worry on their faces. We try to keep them occupied with the 3D-VR sims. We are adrift in deep space. Colonel Meyers has initiated SOS Beacon protocols. Embedded In these log entries (CAT09827) you will find the first clues for building the first quantum L-Jump for our rescue and, more importantly; for sending the STC Impulse into the past. GO SEC7

KERIA a.i. is having problems calculating O2 levels for the 107 crew. Mr. Hutter passed in the last sleep cycle. I’m feeling weak – food is tight. The x-Ion2 drive failure damaged our third redun, so we are unable to replicate muon bars – gamma rays killed all seedlings in the plant growth module. Please help us!

If you are reading this message, we are lost and out of time-phase +.2 on the Jacobi9 with 59.2% Compression (RA, Dec = 244.7373, 7.4006) x r(2) KIU43928817).

Protocol Pegasi, the Koch2 Snowflake combined with the SIFs and SQUID* technologies are the keys to finding us. Our rescue is secondary to the primary mission – to send the STC Impulse into the past. GO SEC7 APPROVAL

Colonel Meyers still has the shakes; and is still manageable. KERIA a.i. has 90% control of the IXP2 to conserve as much as possible. The phase lines imprinted into the beacons and the upgraded Niobium nano-grid working with the gyro spheres will hopefully help in our rescue; albeit in a very long time. B.LAUNCH 2388 GO SEC7

WARNING I have to brace myself – they say it packs a wallop when the beacons launch! INCIDENT EVACUATE Window cracks in plant growth module.

LOG ENTRY DO2272.2 Dr. K. Tellidge; Renault University – The Reevin; or as the peoples of the world will nickname them, “The Crashers”; are a bizarre species Doc Palaedon calls “pragmatic phasaerians”. Do not be frightened; as we have all seen over the years what they did for us. When we decoded their first messages and surprisingly, video of their species’ capabilities, yes, we became worried. With their powerful ability to collapse entire solar systems, crash planetary bodies into others to form new worlds and snuff out stars – a lump formed in our throats. Amazingly, they gave us hints with the axion detection protocols and the Echoes of Peace music discovered in the Trellis material they brought into phase; meant for us. Answers to our environ problems may be within the Trellis, but is speculation.

Thus far, nobody has been hurt by The Reevin; with the exception of possible petty-theft of Niobium* discovered by forensics – we found trace waters from the surrounding first-contact site at the theft area.

We believe they are over open waters not to use as a resource as we do; but to harness the ocean’s wave patterns at a quantum level, which they replicate and utilize for energy – replicating waves out of phase. Quite clever. After 16 summits; the University 3SG and the higher-ups agreed that we may have a symbiosis effect which may date back to the time of the forming of the world’s oceans. They also agree that it is possible that The Reevin revealed themselves only because we built the Large Hadron Collider*, the ATLAS* upgrades and the preliminary axion detections – it leads some to believe we could possibly succeed with the STC Impulse. What this means for their species is unknown. f GO SEC7 88.ZETA :: L1

If you are reading this; I am approaching 88 years old in your time; KERIA a.i. has informed me that with the qL-Jump failure and space/time variance, I am now 448 years old. It’s something that I have a hard time grasping in my mind. KERIA a.i. informed the crew we are near Orange Med Proto 9 – meaning; my crew will go into a deep sleep and this entire vessel becomes a cryo. There is no rescue and we will drift amongst the stars for too many years to count. We knew this could happen, so we re-fitted the beacons with a super-HV initial impulse – scattering them amongst the stars at high-speed so hopefully one-day we may be found. We suffered micro-fractures – the jolt when we launched the beacons was something else! Only half the nano-drones are responding for repairs. I’m hopping mad at Mr. Brokus, – KERIA a.i. is showing that the qL-Jump failed because he sabotaged the L grid on the gravity-wave vector mods which then collapsed the Minkowski* manifold.

LOG ENTRY DO2274.0 Dear President J. McGuthries. I write this log entry as one of my last here on the USN IXP2 #3284 – 107 crew. We are lost. We are off-the-grid and have initiated an HVI Beacon sweep. This correspondence will be my goodbyes to you and your family. It has been an honor to know your family over the years. Thank you for the accommodations you have directed this way – ensuring the success of so many people. If you told me back in 2026 that my dream would come true; that a new future could be made possible by and for the people like what we did – I would not have believed you. The series III a.i. informs me, to-date, 348,914 men, women and children from all around the world have now escaped our planet. The med-centric cities supported the construction of the IXP2 and provided jobs, housing, food and health care for any person who wanted to get a guaranteed ticket to ride the IXP2. Thank you for supporting the “I WANNA GO” campaign – giving every person on the planet a chance to go to the stars – no matter rich or poor, no matter ethnicity or disability – every person gets a chance to go. Remembering back – we needed options, the people were scared, worn and hungry. We gave them this option – they said yes – creating the brigades of citizens you termed as The Builders – a legacy in our evolution. Thank you for your tireless efforts to do good for the people. f Oh, if you recall the conference in the oval office when they mandated multiple launch platforms on every continent – yes, that was me that stained your paper with chicken grease – you thought it was me and even though I lied – you have given me heck over the years about it – the humorous colors of your personality have always been there. f I wish you all the best. On a closing note, please tell Chef Becker, compliments on the fried chicken – it was always a treat to get his crispies at the White House.

LOG ENTRY DO2273.7 The nano-drones are still not functioning properly; if we can get 35% ops there is some hope for us. Colonel Meyers agrees; we will have to utilize one of our four MS2-Neutralino catalysts – the 3-month mini-sun to let us grow new food in the plant growth module – that is, if we can repair the window cracks and get the drive up again. KERIA a.i. will suspend Med Proto 9 if the crew can get the repairs started.

The series III a.i. Includes KERIA, SEPIA and LEXIA. KERIA is everything in knowledge and aggregation for space-faring vessel construction, deployment and robotics. SEPIA is responsible for ensuring supply-chain for people/medical needs in the med-centric cities, transport and construction. LEXIA accumulates and processes all data from all libraries and knowledge bases and provides XM super-calc – all three work together to provide an automated lifeboat.

LOG ENTRY DO2278.4 Becky Somerford; URCEF Comm Adjunct f Please tell us why there are wings on the IXP2 like the NASA space shuttle : FOR Lisa Melisse, 5th Grade, Myriam Park Elementary; Fayette, Iowa f Hello to Lisa Melisse, I hope you are doing well. The IXP2 shuttles are a much larger design, yet similar to the NASA space shuttle including the ability to land. The landing process can be activated one time only. As each IXP2 travels the stars; KERIA a.i. will activate the landing process only if a suitable planet with a supportive environment is found. KERIA a.i. and the captain of the IXP2 must agree. In the case of sleep-cryo; and the captain or crew are unable to respond, KERIA a.i. has sole discretion. The IXP2 can only land once because the specialized launch platforms and satellites do not exist away from Earth. Once the IXP2 has landed; the life mods deploy and that is where the crew will hopefully make a new home. Thank you Lisa!

The original shuttle was expanded in design to include more footage; a much larger footprint because of the new launch process eliminating many weight issues. The original cargo bay area expanded and converted into a living module for 107 people. A 2-bar (one-up and one-down) installed the length of the living module provides tag-teams via straps; allowing for faster and more streamlined movement throughout the vessel. Each personal living/ sleep module provides continuous Virtual Reality ed-sims for education and entertainment and low frequency muscle stimulation to minimize muscle and bone loss.

Sherry Terrington would like to know why there are no rockets to get into space. Hi Sherry! Hope you are doing good in school! The dangers of many flights and the possibility of a mistake – the risks too great – we now utilize special imprinted materials for anti-gravity along with EM-nano-drone technologies and em-Micro-thrusters attached to the IXP2 while at the gantry. Instead of a powerful blast using dangerous fuels and endangering many lives; this alternative to getting into space is in some ways like a really big helium-filled balloon – a fun ride indeed. Lasers are on-board satellites in Earth’s orbit working in conjunction with lasers on Earth. The lasers guide the vessel upward. The satellites are positioned in a radial pattern to create a specialized column of travel for the IXP2. Once the launch has been activated; the vessel is unclasped at the gantry and slowly rises; starting slow and gradually accelerating the vessel to the exosphere. It takes about 18 hours to be free of Earth’s gravity. The Em-micro-thrusters regulate the momentum with a Em “speed bump” once per quad to create a gain of at least 35 percent. Once the vessel is at a pre-determined distance away from Earth, the x-Ion2 drive and the qL-Jump allow for propulsion through space. Thank you Sherry!

LOG ENTRY DO2281.6 TOPIC$.PER6012f Qualan Caprison; EFE Recruiting Field Office; Fort Collins, Colorado : I need help on describing the med-centric cities and the EFE Project enlistment to our 11th graders at a local high school. f Thank you Mr. Caprison. f Each Med-Centric City is part of a worldwide and final enterprise. Many organizations and countries around the world are part of this. To repeatedly build vessels and send people into space; it requires the sustained resources of a mid-sized city. With participation and focus on health; each person in a med-centric city is one of The Builders – building our future in space.

This is a peaceful project with zero tolerance for criminal behavior, violence or incitement. When an individual signs-on to the project; they will train as if in a boot-camp but in a relaxing and structured way. Families live in housing appropriate. There are ground trams, air trams and mag-carts for moving around; so no need for automobiles. There are parks and recreation; softball, swimming, a water park, golf course, med facilities, gyms, gravity sim aqua tanks; ebooks to read – even holo-3D theaters, quite popular for classroom.

Each person signing-on is medPrism verified; strengths and weaknesses calculated and placed in appropriate housing conducive to well-teams. Your well-team will be your new family. For one year, each individual must pass certain physical and mental tests to eventually graduate and receive a ticket to ride the IXP2. The graduates then mentor the next group for a period of one month, followed by 6 months of hands-on skills and labor for materials replication, technical calibrations and assembly to build their own home. Each individual must understand that they are signing-on to build their own home. We need any and all skill sets.

The Med-Centric cities are centered on an individual’s health. Everything is monitored using the medPrism network. After “boot-camp”; individuals will work as assigned and play and live as normally until the 3 month pre-flight phase. Children will go to school and get extra-curricular sports and activities. Those needing BMI adjustments will have positive tailored programs. Individuals will slowly transfer from normal food to the muon bar diet. Each new sign-on receives 1,000 unicredits which can be used at local shops with brands familiar. Unicredits are used to purchase muon bars, approved foods at eateries, clothing, hygiene products, attend theaters and shows, buy children’s items, household supplies and electronics. f

It is very important to remind those wanting to sign-on – that this is a one-way trip – there is no coming back – at least not for a very long time. When the individual signs – if everything goes well – in 24 months; the individual will be on-board an IXP2 heading out into our galaxy searching for another planet like ours. Programming of the IXP2 and Keria a.i. will not allow the vessel to return for 500 years and only if the landing process has not been activated. Those with large families may be broken up into several well-teams. Parents may elect to postpone 1 cycle to increase familial placement within the same well-team. Those 18-24 will perform the entire program twice and are given special recognition. Those 18-24 receive coaching training for inspiration as they will eventually be the “head of households” for each well-team. Those 18-30 will be encouraged to hone their mental acuity across many fields of study and reasoning skills via neuro-3D UI curriculum. Adults with “handyman” skills are important. Each well-team contains “handy persons” to “think outside the box” in case of needed repairs of unforeseen mechanical issues while traveling the universe. Elderly and disabled ride a specialized IXP2 and 2 in 10 vessels are required specialized.

Enlistment does not forsake rights or supersede laws of local jurisdiction or higher governance. Triage for Zika and TrH-Variens. TBC137 proto 2053 5 by 5 sym

LOG ENTRY DO2291.6 Things you will need to build the STC Impulse include: SQUID* (Superconducting QUantum Interference Device) (See GP-B experiment via NASA); SIFS (Self-Iterated Fractal System) and always remember symmetry along with Oscillation and Modulation. The Cosmological CT is within range of 0 to .10 / Lorentzian* Q=1 / The SIFS gradient array can be 1, 2 or 3 for multi-resolution sub-division by 10 and zero Latency. On April 3, 2021 walk across Piedmont at 14:07; look to your right; the two people – you need to talk to immediately and say Green Gluon; this is your shortcut to the Gravitational Lensing and you will get your 3 Points on Curve and the Spiraling Pulse through Iconotube with Doppler Spectroscopy. Don’t forget the final Differential Equation. Tom has the docs to help you with the Parallel Translation. On July 18, 2023 at 15:30, corner of Main and 1st Ave; buy that one book on Curvature Tensors and Stress-Energy Tensors on the bottom shelf. You will need to contact Tim Baxter Jr. at Zee Signus 3 Corporation for access to the binary to ternary modules which you will need for the Dark Matter Derivative where 0 = off, 1 = on, 0+1/.5=none,minus,or,all . On August 27, 2026 in the blue room, the person on the left, behind the dark screen – is wearing glasses and the monitor may be missing on the left. On October 2, 2029 a man will forget an envelope that has your key to the notch nano and how to run the sims. You need to order your cheeseburger at 13:05. Wait until the tall man finishes his apple pie and leaves the premises completely; it is in the booth. On March 12, 2032 at noon; you will be approached; stay calm; you will receive a gift. On June 3, 2039 wash hands after eating the fried chicken. On April 8, 2041 at 13:05; call agent Tibideaux.

Help Us!

If you are a high-school student or in college, we need you! Perhaps, you are wondering what skills may be needed in the year 2051. Perhaps you’re prospecting for a career-path. If you ever thought of becoming an engineer, scientist, astronaut, physician, computer programmer, mathematician or a fun-filled 3D-wizard; we need people with these skills in 2051. If you are reading this, you have a chance to become one of The Builders and create a lifeboat for us all. We may not get another shot. Seek out a better tomorrow – even in the midst of turmoil in the world. Stay in school; study hard, stay focused, stay off drugs, be humble, turn away from violence and work towards the future. You will make a difference. Imagine cities around the world; on every continent; operating like a turnkey system where multitudes are part of this single purpose — To get as many as we can off this planet and into space.

Credits – “Escape from Earth”, Music Compositions, Sound Mixing by Floyd Kelly

Arrangement, Album Artwork and Liner Notes by Floyd Kelly; Mastering by Joey Cutless

Music Created with FL Studio 12 Producer Edition and Merlin Creative GM Soundfonts. Sheet Music is available. // Open Font Gidole and Chunky Five under Open Source License and B Font under GNU Open Source License – IXP2 is a derivative of the 3D model of the shuttle orbiter and the gantry provided to the public via NASA* and Lockheed Martin*. Images created w/ Blender 3D. Thank you Archive 3D. Thank you to Dave Ward “Jonesy” character, used with permission. Watermarked high-resolution images available via the world wide web. Earth images credit ARC Science and Face of the Earth™ . (*Thank you to Francis Everitt, Clifford Will, Richard Fairbank, George Pugh and Leonard Schiff; the persons with curiosity and dreams who brought us the Gravity Probe B experiment in conjunction with the incredible work by people at MIT, Stanford University, NASA and Lockheed Martin and all those who participated in the Gravity Probe B experiment – “Testing Einstein’s Universe”) (Albert Einstein). Thank you to King Abdulaziz City for Science and Technology. The information provided to the public on the GP-B inspired me to create parts of this story.

(* Term or name – I do not claim ownership of anything related to said term. person or entity, merely reference). Story writing, graphics, music compositions, mixing, mastering for “Escape from Earth” began March 1, 2015 and ended in March 2016.

LOG ENTRY DO3777.7 PERS$ Cedar Jackson 2036 8 December The time has come to put aside differences and hatreds; for our days are here. The time is here and it is time to be good people and allocate our remaining resources to enduring mankind’s legacy. No more wars, no more hate, no more death. The relentless burdens upon our planet will not cease; the damage – done. We need a lifeboat. As each year passes; our predicament will become more apparent by the saddening news around the world. All of you, men, women, children of the world – the ones with curiosity and dreams – the time is yours for the taking. Your steps as an individual in gaining knowledge is paramount. Perhaps in 500 years; after the ravages of radiation around the world have begun to dissipate; perhaps we may return to our home. It may be as long as 3 ice-ages. It will take many years to get masses off of the planet; but we can begin and keep doing it and see the numbers rise, year after year, like turnkey, sending as many as we can to places beyond our imagination. To hopefully find another Earth-like planet where we may thrive again.

FINAL LOG ENTRY DO3872.2f I join my crew in saying goodbye. Perhaps; some time in the future; some derivative of ourselves will return to Earth to begin again. As time goes on, the effects on the world will intensify until one-day; there are too many with illnesses and too many disasters. Perhaps some will live-on with mutations that will become normal and the cities will crumble; the infrastructure of civilization returning to the earth. Our story in time will become a persistent quiet that will reign across the lands as our species dwindles to smaller numbers year after year. Escape from Earth while you can.

The fictitious names found in this fictitious story are purely coincidental.

The STC Impulse

It acts like a “time machine”. However, instead of transporting humans; this particular “time machine” is meant to send a very small instruction packet via qL and to a point in Earth’s past. You will be directing the STC Impulse into Earth’s timeline at these geo coordinates (37.421292, 141.032765) and refined to Ottozawa – Okuma, Futaba District, Fukushima Prefecture, Japan; year 1971; T defined before or around February 22 to March 22; calc by geo at Building A, Room B, Desk C, Computer D, Circuit E, Pathway F. The STC Impulse is the smallest switch which will turn a 1 to a 0 on a cpu pathway at a different point in space/time and and go “unnoticed”; interrupting a circuit board in the year 1971 and preventing the startup of the Daiichi Power Plant nuclear reactors. The STC Impulse must be in place before the first activation or use of the chosen circuit board. The pulse creates a ‘bubble’ starting at that point in space/time to prevent functioning even if replacing the circuit board; nothing will work at that geo point and forward in our timeline – it has a half-life of 50 years.

If the STC Impulse is successful; we may save millions upon millions of human lives and the lives of countless oceanic life; we could save the food-chain; making the environmental corrections to prevent sterility, still-born prevalence, widespread agricultural failures, waterway contamination, hunger and radiation-related illnesses around the world.


“Escape from Earth” Floyd Kelly ©2016

The Age of Despair

In 2016, I published the short-story “Escape from Earth”; which is set in the year 2051. Previous to that publication is the short-story “The Age of Despair”, set in the year 2048. I abandoned that project due to it’s emotional impact on me as I was writing the story. Here, I am posting the work as-is, because I believe it to be important.

Title of Text:  The Age of Despair

August 22, 2046
Blue Mountain
President J. McGuthries

Ladies and Gentlemen, moms, dads, the young, anybody who hears my voice. Please stay calm. Please stay calm.

2 Years LATER

The following voice TR threads were reconstructed by LEXIA A.I. via UNS CODE 3145.6 – Geo Platte 34.2554R33 – RECOVERED OBJECT – TR:4388:HISTORICAL – FILENUM:38200288383$PERS JENN, AUSTRIE:DATA TRANSLATE

Today is August 4th, 2048

I am Austrie Jenn, a Green Circle volunteer; originally stationed at Camp T-2 LASKO – MED TEAM 183 for the masses of people fleeing the Seattle, Vancouver and Portland metro areas. Most that we have helped are the elderly, the disabled, and those with earthquake injuries. Our med teams have noted a prevalence of tumors in many medical cases. Doctor Michaels believes most were radiated starting decades ago when the 3 corium melted at Fukushima. The cumulative effect has taken it’s toll on our biosphere.

I and my colleagues were forced to flee our relief camp and ordered to relocate as far from the cities as possible. A stampede of thousands of people roared through our camp and they took everything – everything that wasn’t nailed down – gone.

By orders of Commander Demler, we have evacuated inland.

The National Guard and NATO tried to do the best they can rescuing as many people as possible. With so many people displaced and no access to the grid, those needing insulin, heart, anti-retroviral and psychotropic medications have been among the first to experience despair. Our medical supplies are depleted.

Zika and Dengue fever carrying mosquitoes have expanded northward and I try to inform people to cover themselves and abstain from intimacy. It has been a long road and many have faltered.

We managed to get in 4 miles today. I’m worn out. We are travelling highway 90 heading east to Idaho. I’m not sure how many journal entries I can record before my battery is depleted. I don’t know if anybody will ever find this.

In the last few months, we managed to find an abandoned motel with a room to shelter until it too was overrun by a mob and we fled. It has been 2 years since the methane cataclysm and the Cascadia events. The horrible days that have followed seem never-ending. I break down and cry when I think about the millions of people who have fled on-foot out of the coastal cities and the souls lost in the shockwave zone.

As Doctor Michaels clarifies it, “It started with the yedoma.”, “Earth’s atmosphere had warmed enough to create a runaway geothermal flux which eroded the hydrate stability zone and released the methane embedded in the Eastern Siberian Arctic shelf – giving way to the expansion of a 20 gigatonne patch of methane from the subsea permafrost.”

The shockwave reached Anchorage, parts of Mongolia, and eastern Russia and instantly took the lives of many in concussion and suffocation, many who survived at the edge of the shockwave are now deaf.

In his address, the President said the expansion was so powerful it has knocked Earth off it’s rotation and pushed Earth into a slightly new orbit. The domino-effects have only made things worse for us. There is no good news. Within minutes of the methane cataclysm, the shockwave triggered the Cascadia sub-duction zone ripping open and caused a continental earthquake and tsunami unlike anything anybody had ever imagined. Vancouver, B.C., Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego, Galveston, Houston, New Orleans, from Miami and all along the eastern coast, Hawaii, London, Northwestern South America, Mumbai, China, Russia, Venice, Italy – all the people in the outlying smaller communities have perished or have been displaced by either earthquake damage or permanent waters.

Evacuations have not been expedient over the years and 20,000 people in the Republic of the Marshall Islands drowned. It’s heartbreaking. Mt. St. Helens is doing it’s whammo and the Midwest Rift has come alive.

Within 3 months of Cascadia, we lost the electrical grid in western parts completely, causing the gamma-shine event – all life in line-of-sight – gone.

Millions have fled, most by foot. We are caught up in a mass of people.

The National Guard set up camp zones at 250 mile perimeters of metropolitan areas but most have not held and most were overrun by the masses of people. We are far beyond the perimeter, our fuel gave out months ago, and we are travelling by foot, bicycles, carts and trailers. Every place we have travelled thus far – the motels, cafes, eateries, the stores all trampled and gone through.

The people have named it “The Great Exodus in North America.”

All along the west coast, mostly everybody fled to the east in panic and those in the Vegas area fled to the Salt Lake City area only to meet more misery with no water for the populace. With only a few feet of water in Lake Mead – Vegas was officially declared abandoned by Governor Nellis.

The raging summer wildfires in the Colville National Forest has slowed travel and some days the smoke is thick and we all have a hard time breathing.

Everybody around us seems to be in a constant state of stress and fear; we’ve seen thievery punished by the mobs.

We have been on the road 2 years now and we’ve seen it all… marauders, people gone wild in desperation. Nobody has been spared, neither class nor ethnicity. From bankers and Hollywood bigwigs to the poorest of poor, all are now at zero; all balances are nil. As a result of these disasters, banking and the insurance companies collapsed overnight and the domino effect shut everything down.

Way out there, beyond the wheat fields that stretch for miles; there are people suffering; we have no idea what is still up and running. We hit jackpot a few times at places south of Highway 90 with a few abandoned stores.

The smell of dead people is prominent in the area here.

We have been collecting dandelions and other wild flora to keep our health up as much as we can. We came across potato, carrot patches and lots of wheat fields but we are unsure if it is safe to eat. We’ve seen many flowers with fasciation and it seems we are being invaded by whiteflies. The camps were abuzz today about the Shelton conflict in North Carolina. My heart grieves for all those people at war in the New Southern States – all the suffering it has caused. Those that said “run to the hills” only sent people into more misery with rifles at every turn, there were conflicts with scared people protecting their livestock and lands which were overrun.

The President declared the Appalachians a no-go zone.

There are rumors in the camps about a weather event of F5 tornadoes in Texas, Oklahoma and Kansas, so I’m not going to travel that direction.

My friends and I have banded together and help each other and we try to help as many people as we can.

All of us, Creston, John, Linda and Doctor Michaels encourage everyone we encounter to band together in peace. Our lives have been shattered into massive homeless caravans travelling however we can to get to a place to call home again.

I, myself and most everybody I talk to agree that we are forgotten; as we have been travelling in this caravan for 2 years now with curd packets and water packets limited. We take our chances with water collection and purifying methods due to the possible radiation contamination of the water – we have no choice.

There used to be military helicopters at least every other day, but that was six months ago. This past winter took it’s toll; Dr. Michaels who we met last month says there are reports of about 200,000 people in the Cascades who perished last winter from cold, disease and injuries. He iterated, “That’s just the Cascades.”

We met Doctor Michaels and his friends on Hwy 90 with their vehicle down. He says he works for NOAA as some kind of techie guy. Finally, somebody who has a good mind. It’s hard to keep my wits some days due to the myriad personalities we meet everyday, usually all somewhat “freaked out” from hunger or severe scalp itch which creates severe anxiety. Scalp itch is very pronounced.

Thus far, we have managed to find a stranded vehicle on the road here and there with a good battery to hear the radio. When we do find a radio, we only hear static.

Since the methane cataclysm, we’ve heard 3 alert messages and there’s been 2 presidential addresses. The last media or news we have experienced was 12 months ago. We usually make camp at any vehicle with a radio until the battery is gone.

I think the eerie part about all of this is the prevalent sound of shopping carts on the asphalt roads – so many. There are no planes or helicopters. No truck or car engines. The sounds of babies crying has diminished in the camps. The children do not play; as they too are tired and hungry. We can only travel about 7 miles a day on a good day.

We have been using shopping carts and makeshift carts to carry supplies and tents and take turns riding on occasion. We are all in great emotional distress – as for the past three months, every Tuesday and Thursday at about 9 am we see four rockets taking off very far off in the distance, north.

Hey Jenn! I hate to interrupt your journaling, but I really need to speak with you. I’m here with a group of people who are friends and we want to talk to you about something very important.

Okay, so, what’s up? Care for a splash of tea?

Sure. So. Ummm… Since we joined your caravan a few weeks ago we have watched your actions and have been mostly quiet, to ascertain if you would be one of our special group. You see, I lied about working for NOAA; I’m actually a special operative in a worldwide enterprise that operates at a very high level – and – we have been working for years to create a solution to all the suffering going on around the world.

Four of us were on our way to Seattle for diagram spec verifications when all heck broke loose and we have been caught up just as you. About 3 miles back, beyond the ridge, you did not see them, but there are 12 camps and we are all part of the mission that I was currently working. Our goal is very specific and we have banded together in friendship, peace and sharing.

Spearheaded by my colleagues we have entwined a sense of hope for those who we see as having the mental skills to cope, adapt and move forward in peace. We have also made it a point to mostly stay away from “the herd” and be cautious to avoid possible TB and Zika in the camps. We also have information that could cause a stampede and it is important we slowly get the information out to people, very slowly.

Our group is heading north. I know everybody is heading east, but we need to head north. When I say north, I mean all the way into Canada. We are travelling Hwy 95. There is a special place for us. We would like you to join us. [picture]

Here. In my hand are two bottle caps from soda bottles. It is a symbol that you belong to our group. Our caravan has a meeting at sundown everyday at the main campfire and we start our meetings with a pledge with two bottle caps in hand – that we band together in peace, to do no harm to another person, to survive, to get to a better place — we band together in peace, to do no harm to another person, to survive, to get to a better place. In short, we call ourselves the Bottle Cap Club. I know the idea of holding two bottle caps in your hand may seem strange, but they’re everywhere … so I collect them to use as a symbolic gesture of all we have left. The bottle caps can represent two people. The idea has taken hold and there was just four of us but now there’s a big caravan.

Ahem… what is this “special place” you just mentioned. And, what is that in your other hand?
Oh that…that is a c.o.m.m.

A c.o.m.m.?

Yep, a c.o.m.m.

Ahem, care to elaborate?

Hehe, it is my comm-relay to ESCOMM which is a special command center attempting to communicate our geo-position to an artificial intelligence. My comm transmits a sophisticated code at certain frequencies to connect to the series 3 A.I. systems – as you know there’s been no WiFi or LiFi – satellites are out of alignment since the cataclysm – the new SATNAV networks should be coming on-line any day now; the A.I. needs to connect to one of the VLBI arrays in South America and the VLBI on Asgardia in order to complete our location.

I belong to a special group of people from all around the world who have been working and designing things at a very high level to create a – what one may say – a mecho-societal lifeboat with minimal human intervention.

Ahem, what kind of vegetables did you eat this morning?

Mr. Jenn, those four rockets you see every Tuesday and Thursday are not nuclear warheads. They are part of a sophisticated lifeboat initiation that was activated by an emergency code at a very high level years ago. Those rockets you see are shuttles of materials needed for assembling the new powerful satellite network in space that uses nano-technologies and laser systems to create special things.

Ahem, I still want to know what what veggies you ate.

I’m being serious. There are those amongst the general population that have worked in secret for years on an automated lifeboat to get the heck off of this planet.

Ahem, Did I put too much dandelion root in your tea or something?

I have data that needs to get to this special place I just told you about – it is called a med-centric city; which was constructed just a few years before the methane cataclysm. The city is designed to be automated by artificial intelligence and uses whatever networks are available to control supply-chains reaching around the world and aggregate raw materials and supplies needed to create an emergency escape option via a space program – it allows us to escape the ravages of disaster on Earth. The program was started way back in 2016 and has been in development for many years.

Ahem, I could swear I only put one dandelion in that cup.

This med-centric city is part of a project called “Escape from Earth” and it used to be a classified secret but is no longer. The city has been receiving and helping people for a while now; we just need to get there. There’s medical attention and food for us all. There is another med-centric city, which is only just now being constructed in North Dakota, but we don’t have two years to wait for them to receive people. So we need to get to Brighton-2 Creek Station up in Alberta. Once LEXIA A.I. has pinpointed our location to my comm – an automated food drop by way of a SEPIA-Stratobus should be up north to help us get to Med-Centric City #172.

Ahem, 172?

We are going to just south of Banff National Park, that is Med-Centric City #172 – there are that number of cities being constructed and activated all around the world on every continent as we speak.

The goal of each automated city is to administer health and enlist individuals into a training program to transport any person to the stars of the galaxy and beyond by way of a very sophisticated space program.

As soon as my comm is updated by LEXIA A.I., that is the cue that the first of many space faring vessels will be taking people from all around the world to places in the universe to search out a new home – a new planet to live. Our planet can no longer sustain us.

We should see the city’s beacon off in the distance and the proton arc in the ionosphere when LEXIA has completed the network.

This is all true. A group of people, known as “The Builders”, many years ago knew this was all coming and knew we did not have much time. To save time; the designers, simply took the NASA space shuttle orbiter and made it larger to hold 107 people in the cargo bay area. The vessel is called an IXP2 and uses anti-grav technology to escape earth by using special materials and a special satellite network.

The vessel was completed years ago and then it was deconstructed to the molecular level and transferred to 3D-data streams and nano-technology streams for cloning. My field office in Fort Collins, Colorado is where the E.F.E. “I WANNA GO” campaign was initiated and enlistment leaflets for all people are being dropped in the northeastern states and the south.

If you come with us, we will be travelling up Highway 95 to cross the border. It will take us a while and our health is important. As I said, as soon as LEXIA A.I. connects there will be food drops up ahead. This is going to be a journey that will test your mental and emotional cohesiveness. You need to be centered, try to find some joy of some kind along the way, be at peace, share and when we get to the outskirts of city; you can decide if you want to enlist in the program.

Last report I had seen was about 80,000 people in the receiving camp areas at the entry to the city. This is the real deal. This same scenario is playing out all around the world. There are 38 countries involved in all of this.

Come with us. We are leaving at sunrise. And remember, we go slow. We don’t need any spranged ankles or feet blisters and never forget – never let your feet get wet.

Ahem, I don’t know what to say.

What kind of diagrams are on that c.o.m.m. thing? Looks interesting…

Oh, ahem…
MS-2 Neutralino Catalyst
Nano-notch sims
Koch-2 Snowflake Targeting
Using nano-drones to cover tundra to act as a shade and maintaining cooler temperatures?
Using water and light.
Creating the speed-bump to intersect with the Large Hadron Collider – to exceed the speed of light.
LOG ENTRY 3984.22 SEC7 // Approved // Primary Mission is to activate the STC Impulse. GO SEC7

[Time goes by, new journal entry.]
We found a map at a Zip’s in Chewelah and have managed to avoid Spokane. We made it through Newport, Oldtown and we decided to stay east of the Selkirk. We are tired. Eating just beans doesn’t cut it. It should be a straight shot north to get to Radium Hot Springs – about 120 miles from here. We have had to go slow and found some cardboard and marked them up with signs saying “Peace” as we have trekked through the Kaniksu National Forest and the people here are on-edge. People can see us coming for miles – we want no trouble.

Comm Diagrams

Proton Arc

The methane disaster concerns gained major prominence with a 2010 paper in Science by University of Alaska-Fairbanks researcher Natalia Shakhova and her colleagues, who examined methane emissions in a very remote area of the Arctic, the East Siberian Sea north of Russia.
The Gravitational Lensing and Gravitational Shielding in this story inspired by articles by Fran Aquino, ___ University. Thanks to Rice University for the ___ experiment.

Message about agreement that zero latency is not attainable due to the geodetic effect. LEXIA a.i. Recommend measuring by <= 1 zeptosecond and divided by 10. The bi-cubic structure of the helium will be perfect for the foundation of the entire STC Impulse process and delivery as well as the replication of pre-calculated quantum diagrams.

Ms2 Neutralino Catalyst drawing proxy

Koch2 Snowflake Targeting

Large Hadron Collider layout

Gravitational Stuff

2 page spread is pages 10 and 11

secret messages

dr. brokus, up to no good

stc impulse

The med-centric cities utilize one pylon of “Thor” – shown to be successful it’s success years ago in Iceland to harvest geothermal energy by The Iceland Deep Drilling Project’s rig which drilled three miles into old lava flows in Reykjanes with the hopes of producing energy for 50,000 homes.

Sponge supercapacitor see MIT

The Escape from Earth saga continues with

This ordeal has forced us all to see our true selves.


Copyright 2016 Floyd Kelly

Elegy for Floyd Irving Kelly, Jr.

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Saying my Goodbyes

From the frozen echoes of star dust in flight,
far beyond the guide star Pegasi; to reflecting upon water’s blue light –
The Universe is beyond the colors we’ve seen.
Still, the stars of old know nothing of me.
Through the ages, our hearts have echoed through the mountains of lore;
Impugned upon the creations of life; a paradox against the casts of realm.
Wisdom says, all have been tasked to go steadfastly true; so go forth we do.
From the valleys of despair, to the cogs of industry;
from the cries of the belly, to the pinnacles of the ego;
one may only see all the colors when two is two.
When a rusty violet is born with no choice to behold, enduring the stories of old;
The stars cry out in deep sympathies, weeping songs of what is told.
For, in our true selves, we say not words of disdain upon the flowers,
nor to the brothers, nor to the sisters on life’s stage;
for there is a grand story in us all, in the flowers and age.
The passion of the winter blackbird; the call of the wild;
echoes through eternity even before the stars beguiled.
The long dark journey finally may rest.
The star dust has another quest.
Cloaked in memories; shadowed with sorrows;
Emboldened with heartfelt good and true –
Whether my place be on glistening white shores, lush fields of green,
or a shining star far away – the beacons of hope
shall always guide me in a very special way.

Saying My Goodbyes by Floyd Kelly (2021)

Read the 5 Blog Posts My Readers Missed

I was looking through my statistics for what readers found on my blog and realized there are some that were totally missed. In this blog post, I would like to write about the 5 Blog Posts My Readers Missed in this past month.

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I know people are busy with their day-to-day lives and I do not expect people to be sitting at their computer or their mobile device anxiously awaiting what I have to say, so I’m definitely not stressing about posts that did not get read by any person. That being said, the following list is just a note.

Here are the 5 Blog Posts My Readers Missed from the past month –

  • “Escape from Earth” – I blogged about my music and story production titled “Escape from Earth” and my crazy ideas for creating a device to contain the effects of radiation from Fukushima (Daiichi) flowing into the Pacific Ocean. The post is very in-depth and ventures into other ideas such as the creation of a “Food Replicator” and an “EMP Shield”. (Serious)
  • Dreamland Fun – A blog post about some wild dreams that I have experienced lately. (Humor)
  • Recipe for Moogblarfen Sandwiches – In this blog posting I reveal the way to prepare a delicacy only found in a far away land called Gnome Land. Yes, gnomes know how to cook! (Comedy)

Again, I thank you for reading and I hope this next month I will be able to write some more inspiring blog posts. Today, I will keep this post short and wish you the best.

Have a great day. – Floyd

I was only 10 years old …

If I close my eyes, I can still see it clearly – the color of the carpet. It was a drab and faded olive-green – worn down from many years of foot traffic. I am sitting at the entrance to our house. I can still see the many stains that peppered the carpet over the years. There were a few areas where the carpet was beginning to fray and I could see the padding below showing through; but this old carpet was more than just a carpet, it was my assigned sitting spot.

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Sitting there on the floor in the living-room, I could trace the outlines in the carpet. These indented outlines ran throughout the texture of the carpet, creating a winding maze that I could trace with my eye just for fun. Sitting there, I would stare at the carpet with my eyes filled with salty tears.

It has been over 40 years, yet I remember the day clearly. It was a mid-September afternoon. I called it an Indian Summer day. I could sense that autumn was here – but warmer than usual. I sat there on the carpet, facing the door entering our living-room. As my mother sat in her comfortable plush chair just a few feet away; in her raspy voice she yelled at my sister, “You ******* bitch! Get me a Diet Rite — and I want lots of ice this time!”. Chaos and yelling was common in our family. My mother was always yelling. She was always bitter; she was always angry. She was evil.

Looking up from staring at the carpet, I could see my mother grab something – hoping to God that it wasn’t the switch or the metal hairbrush — those were just a couple of the items that my mother loved to use as tools to beat me to the point of drawing blood.

Anytime my mother would grab something from the table next to her chair would send chills of fear through my mind and body. The table next to her chair held the arsenal of items she would use to inflict pain and order obedience. I never knew what she was going to grab to beat me. But for now, she was just grabbing her pack of Benson & Hedges – her favorite cigarettes. For now, I was okay; I wasn’t going to be hit.

Anytime my mother had a cigarette in-hand was a good time to approach her – it was her drug. Her cigarettes calmed her down; which meant she was less likely to be abusive. And, so I took this chance. “Mama, can I get a drink of water?”, I asked as politely as I could so as not to make her angry. She angrily answered back with “No! And shut your ******* trap before I come over there.” Once again, I took a chance. “But mama, Stephen got to get a drink.”, I replied. Stephen was my youngest brother and the spoiled one. She then yelled “I don’t ******* care. Now shut your ******* trap before you get what’s good for you — “. It was at this moment that I thought to myself, “I wish I could just get up from here and go to the kitchen and get some water. If only.”; but that was just something that I was not allowed to do.

In our family, we did not do that kind of thing. I was to obey my mother at all costs, at all times without exception. The slightest deviation from obedience meant certain physical pain, excruciatingly painful torture and possibly beatings leading to bloodshed or the inability to walk due to a special and severe punishment set aside for the greater transgressions.

A day of remembrance…

This particular day would turn out to be a day not to be forgotten. I was only 10 years old. I was very afraid and broken from the constant torture. By the time this particular day had arrived in my life; I had already experienced many years of torture and abuse at the hands of my mother and father. I was severely malnourished. I was hungry. I was thirsty. On my body were many bruises, welts, cuts and scars which were given to me mostly by my mother. I remember seeing my rib cage in the mirror – I was underweight from not having food. I remember thinking to myself on this particular day, “I can only take so much God. —- God? — God can you hear me?” On that day there was not an answer from God. “God! Please help me! Please!”, I cried within my heart. Still, there was not an answer.

I thought to myself, “I need to get water.” The last time I had any water was yesterday. I was desperate for water.

“Mama, can I go to the bathroom?”; I asked politely. She just sat there in her chair staring out the window. “I guess. — Hurry up.”; she replied in a raspy voice as she brushed her brittle long black hair.

I quickly pulled myself up from the floor and headed to the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as possible. For me, going to the bathroom provided a brief respite from the horrors of my childhood. When I was allowed to go to the bathroom, for a few minutes, I could close the door and escape. On this particular day, I went to the bathroom, closed the door quietly and simply sunk to a sitting position behind the door. I just wanted to sit there for a minute or two to escape the day. I was tired. I was very tired. I was sad and tearful.

As I sat there behind the bathroom door, I stared at the sink. “I could get some water from the faucet!”, I thought. But, thinking again, “That won’t work, mama will hear the water running and she’ll come in here after me.” — “God! — Please!”, I prayed again for help. I cried, “I can’t even get a drink of water from the bathroom sink because mama will probably come in here.”.

A minute goes by…

Then two…

Finally. As I sat there on the cold floor of the small barely-lit bathroom, a thought occurred to me. Peering over at the toilet; with the toilet bowl at eye-level. I thought, “Water –.” I quickly stood up and very quietly opened the lid to the tank of the toilet. I had to be very careful not to make any sounds by opening the toilet tank. If my mother heard – it was all over. Having lifted the lid successfully — “Can I drink that water?”, I asked myself as I looked at the inside of the tank. It looked too disgusting and rusty. So I carefully put the lid back on the tank. But, as I was placing the lid on the tank, I noticed that the water in the toilet bowl seemed clear enough.

At this point, desperation had taken over my sensibilities. What I was about to do did not phase me. I was thirsty, I needed water. My mother wouldn’t let me have any and I couldn’t get any water elsewhere so this will have to do. I quickly knelt down at the toilet bowl (used by a family of 8); raised the toilet seat, lowered my head deep into the toilet bowl and puckered my lips to create suction and began to drink the water. With a mixture of desperation and the quenching of thirst at the same time, I sucked up as much water as my stomach could handle. I could feel the cold water inside me. It felt so good. My chest was cooling. My stomach was being filled with the coolness. Relief had arrived at last. I drank as much as I could; I didn’t know when I would be able to drink again.

After quenching my thirst. I stood in front of the mirror above the sink – looking at myself – wondering why I have to suffer like this. Wiping my face with the sleeve of my shirt to conceal any evidence of my transgression – I heard a thunk at the door. “What the fuck**** are you doing in there?”, my mother yelled. The door swang open, “Nothing mama…”, I answered in a soft and quieted voice. I managed not to look at her directly so as not to raise any suspicion. I simply and quickly slipped past her — back to my assigned sitting spot in the living-room. Once again, resigned to staring at the carpet.

That was a very sad day for me. – Floyd

In case you missed it …

As I write this blog post, I find myself somewhat weary. I spent the past two weeks uploading a Google+ takeout file which contained over 200 old posts that I wanted in my personal blog.

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The process was slow and my poor computer mouse has been put through it’s paces. I did complete my work and I am glad it is now complete.

The work I am talking about is the creation of a multi-page document detailing my 2-year journey of taking various Intelligence Quotient (IQ) tests that are scattered around the internet.

I suffer from a cognitive disability that as far I’m aware of – does not have a name. I have yet to find a physician that can help me with this affliction. My cognitive abilities have degraded with aging. And, along with that, my brain does not function at a regular pace. Some days I am very smart; but if you encounter me in a week, I am dumber than a doorknob. My brain seems to fluctuate in extremes from smart to dumb and back again. I would not wish what I experience on any person as it is debilitating.

I became so concerned a few years ago that I decided to start taking tests so I can measure what is happening to me. Over the years, I discovered a vast array of tests and quizzes on the internet. I fail many of the tests and then a few days or weeks later I pass many tests. It is somewhat difficult to put into writing.

You can view my collection at this page titled “Challenge Yourself with These IQ Tests”. I was intentional about the title of the page, because I did not want my test results to be just about me, but to help other people who like to challenge themselves.

Shedding more light on my mental capacity; I am an old man – that is how society perceives my existence. As most men my age have experienced certain “manly” things; my cognitive disability has not allowed me to experience the same things.

For example, even though I am considered an elderly person and should have experienced certain things in life by now – in all my years – to this day –

I have a hard time counting money and have been fired from jobs because I was unable to do simple things like operate a calculator or balance the till as a cashier.

I failed math in high school and was unable to get past introduction to algebra.

I do not know how to use firearms (weapons).

I don’t know how to operate much machinery, even a simple lawnmower is a challenge.

I once drove a vehicle for years without changing the oil because I did not know I was supposed to do that.

I had a flat tire that needed changing on my vehicle and the locals pointed out that I put my tire on backwards.

I did not build my first campfire or a fire in a fireplace until the age of 40; because I did not know how to do that.

Anything that is mechanical and common to people my age is not present in my life. There are so many things that normal people can do, but I am unable to do myself. I could go on-and-on about such things, but I think I have said enough.

Coupled with what I just told you, I also suffer from Major Depressive Disorder and many days are just plain terrible for me. I also suffer with PTSD from the extreme child-abuse I survived from the age of 6 to 17.

Add to all of this that I have lived in isolation for many years and I can go weeks without talking to another human being. I have gone so very long without having a conversation with people that I find myself losing the ability to speak; to pronounce words.

So the post I created about my IQ is simply to show what I used to be like; and also to ask the question – how can this all be? I find comfort mostly in silence, solitude and being away from people. I go out of my way to stay away from all people. I do like to communicate with people, mostly by way of the internet – mostly it is people who have no interest in me.

If you are reading this, you can help me have a better day by leaving me a comment. So many people read my blog posts but could care less to even say a hello. It adds to my dreary depression. I try to reach out to people but it seems many people just do not care.

Thank you for reading. – Floyd

Dear Kaylee

Please forgive me if I did not live up to your expectations in life. You left so quickly that I have a hard time believing you are gone. Please know that I care for you very much and that you were the light of my life; you were the light of other people’s lives as well and to the whole world. I have never met a being like you and I will never forget you.

Floyd's dog, Kaylee - a very special being.

We went on a lot of walks! You loved the world. Your joyous nature brought joy to me and others.

It’s painful not seeing you here, it’s painful knowing you are gone forever. The tears I cannot hold back. I loved you so much – you were my best friend.

You were so forgiving and loving and kind. You never hurt a creature in your whole life.

I am going to write a song about you – The Flowers at the Rainbow Bridge.

Please be waiting for me when I get to heaven. And Bebe too! Remember BeBe?!?

I’m so sorry that I did not appreciate you more. I tried the best I knew how. I did what I could to make you happy and I hope that you know that I did not want you to leave me.

If there are angels that you can talk to, please tell them that I need help to go on in life. I need your loving spirit with me at all times.

I will miss you Kaylee, you are and will always be my friend.

Floyd Kelly

Learn to Convert a WordPress Post to a Page

I have been working on a future post which has been sitting in my Drafts section on WordPress; mostly because the post is very long. I know it is going to become even longer, so I decided I wanted to make the post a page instead.

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To keep my blog simple and designed for fast-loading, I knew this was a big problem if I wanted to include the post in my blog. So, I began looking around the WordPress dashboard for a utility that would convert my post to it’s own page.

I spent about an hour looking around and I could not find anything. The closest I came to a resolution was the Export feature. I tried that feature but it did not work because my post had not been published and the only identifier I could use in the post for Export was a category, which has this one post assigned to it. Because the post had not been published, the Export feature did not recognize the category. Ugh!

I wandered around looking once again for some way to convert my post to a page. My bag of Oreo cookies was emptied in the process. After some cookies and a nice tall glass of milk, and prodding around on WordPress, I finally found a solution.

The key to this solution is next to that green button in the upper-right portion of the screen, called JetPack. It may show up on your screen as three dots.

Upon clicking this menu item, within the menu I see “Visual Editor” and “Code Editor” – aha! My brain started firing up again.

I then opened my post that I wanted to convert to a page. Upon doing this I clicked on “Code Editor” and my screen changed from a visually appealing screen to a white screen with blocks and code. Perfect! The magic has arrived.

With my post open and the “Code Editor” now active, I simply clicked once in the body of my post. I then used a key combination of CTRL+A (Select All) and then CTRL+C (Copy) – this selects all in the document and copies to memory in my computer.

I then closed the post and went to my Pages section in the WordPress dashboard and selected “Add New Page”. I was prompted what template I wanted to use and I chose Blank.

Now, with a blank document on my screen, I clicked on those three little buttons again and selected “Code Editor”. I then clicked my mouse one time in the new blank document and pressed the key combination CTRL+V (Paste). Voila! I then clicked on the three little buttons once again and selected the “Visual Editor” to return things to normal and saved the page.

Thank you for reading and if you have this same issue, this will work and on that note I’m going to the store to buy me some more cookies.

Over-N-Out. – Floyd

Some People

Some People
A poem by Floyd Kelly

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Some people like to dress up in fancy clothes.

Some people like to drive fancy cars.

Some people live in big fancy homes.

Some people do not have any cares in this world.

Some people.

Some people like to party with diamonds and wigs.

Some people like to fly in big jets.

Some people have fancy jewelry.

Some people live as if life will never end.

Some people.

Some people like to eat big fancy meals.

Some people like to sail on big ships.

Some people let loose the lips.

Some people want only money.

Some people.

Some people have no choice but to live a modest life.

Some people have no choice but to walk.

Some people have no choice but to endure much hardship.

Some people do not have a home.

Some people.

Some people face life with on-going illness.

Some people do not know when the next meal will come.

Some people are left far behind.

Some people go through life facing insurmountable odds.

Some people.

Some people need medicine and do not have money to pay.

Some people have to wear the clothes they wore yesterday.

Some people yearn for a better life.

Some people face much strife.

Some people.

Some people live in the shadows.

Some people are scared of all people.

Some people have scars; left by other people.

Some people are filled with tears.

Some people.

Some people forget about those who own less.

Some people do not care what happens to other people.

Some people claim they are better than other people.

Some people can only see one way.

Some people.

Some people go through life angry.

Some people have hearts aflame with fire unfurled.

Some people like to hurt other people.

Some people enjoy chaos.

Some people.

Some people pass judgement on those they do not know.

Some people pass judgement on people they do know.

Some people claim they are pure.

Some people can seem uppity for sure.

Some people.

Some people know who they are.

Some people face life head-on.

Some people have great courage.

Some people lift others up.

Some people.

Some people are fragile.

Some people are broken.

Some people are damaged beyond repair.

Some people can only cry knowing joy is far away.

Some people.

Some people are cherished like gold.

Some people are like flowers with colors bold.

Some people are gentle like the breeze of the spring.

Some people are meek and humble, profoundly touching the lives of people.

Some people.

Some people let their soul shine.

Some people branch out like a summer’s green vine.

Some people are dear to other’s hearts.

Some people are people we need.

Some people.

Some people can look in a mirror.

Some people can see through smoke and fog.

Some people can ask themselves questions.

Some people better themselves by looking in the mirror.

Some people.

Some People, a poem by Floyd Kelly (2021)

20 Things …

There are a few folks out there in the blogging world who have been wanting to know more about me. Yep! Amazingly, there are people who have been itching and scratching, wondering, begging, prodding me to do some splishy-splashy things in my blog so they know how I live. So, I will start with 20 Things You Will Not Find in My Home.

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Broccolli – You will not find broccolli in my home, mostly because little trees make me sad.


Television – I have not owned a television in over 10 years and I don’t miss the experience.


Vehicle Tires – They belong on a vehicle and alas, I do not own a vehicle.


Eclairs – They don’t belong in a home, they belong in my tummy, so you will not find any in my home, sorry.


Frozen Pizza – For me, Frozen Pizza is too many complex carbs and I like to keep things simple, so, no, you will not find this in my home.


Green Eggs and Ham – To be honest, I don’t know who would have these in their home either.


Tin Foil Hats – I don’t need these because I can receive radio transmissions through my dental fillings, plus I get commercial-free broadcasts, so no need for any tin foil hats. Copper ones are okay, just not the tin foil ones.


Barking Cats – I don’t own any barking cats, mostly because cats don’t bark.


Sea Monkeys – I started a batch of Sea Monkeys last year but they outgrew the tank and I had to release them into the wild. Sigh. They were a lot of fun.


Candy Corns – Ugh! Yuck! Gag! Whoever created those 100% sugary gross things should have their head examined. Those candy corns at Halloween are the nastiest tasting things I have ever encountered. You will not find these in my home.


Scarecrows – Aside from when I first wake up when I’m ugly like a scarecrow – causing my dog to bark at me, that’s about it, otherwise they are all out back in the corn field.


Pre-formed chicken shapes – I like to make my own chicken nuggets with real chicken, so you won’t find any of these in my home.


Political Things – I am not into politics, so you will not find anything like that in my home either.


Used BINGO Cards – The Sisters of Perpetual Merriment and the Reformed Witnesses of the Handmade Tortilla Church gave me some used BINGO cards, but I eventually threw them away because they were not doing me any good. I tried to give them back but they insisted.


Dulcolax – I’m okay in that department, so there is no need for that in my home.


Turkey Bacon – There is not any turkey bacon in my home, mostly because it reminds me of the unfortunate demise of Turkey Lurkey. Seriously though, I prefer the piggly wiggly bacon – it just tastes better.


Drugs and Alcohol – I’m already whacked-out as it is, so you won’t find these in my home.


Augustus Gluten – You will not find Augustus Gluten in my home. Once, he tried visiting me to train my Sea Monkeys, but I wasn’t gonna have it, not in my home. I think he was after my chocolate, but that is all mine.


Velvet Paintings of Elvis Presley – You won’t find any of these in my home; I think it’s his sideburns that ruin the good Feng Shui in my home.


Dangling Participles – Those belong in a blog, not in my home. Dangling Participles leave me wanting more, that’s why I don’t have them in my home.

So there you have it, you have just discovered 20 things that you did not know about me. You can stop itching and scratching and wondering and prodding now. I hope it was an enjoyable read, I’m not the best at blogging about 20 things. So send me a message about some things you do not have in your home. I’m anxiously waiting; really really anxiously waiting.

Over-N-Out. – Floyd

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