Just a Leaf the Blew Off a Tree Under Other Skies

When people were replaced by zombies, my whole life went straight out the window. Same would have happened if the replacements had been kangaroos, gnats, or codfish. Things go Jumbled. Zombies are here now, my music sounds like a jackhammer on concrete to them, my books look like paper with squiggles on it, my inventions sound like yada yada yada or barking of a dog. In a world of blank mind entities, objects of mind are like leaves that blew off of trees, and are piling up on the ground, ready to be raked up and burned. My skies vanished. I am the ghost left behind. I am a ghost of other skies. Skies are not here now. Who shall read my posts? Who will re-post this post, which would be doing me a favor? If 9 billion people see me going down hard at 80, I could be rescued. My bio is at “Bio of Robert Fenton Gary” on www My 20 published books are on Amazon “Books by Robert Fenton Gary” My rescuer, if there ever is one, will get all I own, and my help in making it valuable. My degrees are BA, MBA, and JD. I was decorated by the Secretary of the Navy. I read Tao Te Ching in Taiwan in 1969. Nations in Europe support me (Germany, France, Italy, Netherlands) and the PCR China supports me, as does Little China. There could be some person who would lift a finger to help me — maybe you, maybe now, by Re-posting this Post.