Books? Books are friends indeed when you need to escape reality for a time.. 4.5 billion years? Why that only seems like 5 years or so.. where have I been? I have been off to the land of dragons, fairies, and well.. life is what it is..

I went to a pub. Drinking the year? Well, let me be honest, I skip around a lot and sometimes forget the year.

Anyway, I had a book when I went into the pub. And I was about to finish my drink and there was no book to be seen. So I asked if I could check the lost and found after searching high and low for my book.

The keep said sure. There were old cell phones, a schoolbook, a journal, someone’s purse. Then I stumbled upon a handwritten notebook of sorts.

Weird front cover of a skull with red eyes. I checked the title seemed to be The tales of Beedle the Bard. Never heard of it. Seemed, however, like a weird read and something I would enjoy.

So I asked the keep if he knew whose book this was and if he would mind if I could read it. His statement “You might as well keep it. I was going to throw it away. No, one reads handwritten notebooks these days even if the cover is wild or weirdly decorated.”

And with that I got someone’s personal written notebook of sorts. The drawings are wild. The tales are sort of Grimm-ish like. However, some of the drawings definitely were like Disney’s Gravity Falls and the writer of the tales, some Rawlings lady.

Now, that book leads me on one of my weirdest adventures. You see, I am a professional bum. Meaning? I borrow books, I work here and there. However, I would be what people call a bum.

And? Well, I got stuck reading her notebook. It was quite detailed and the drawings lovely. However, she provided some useful ideas on trains and what nots that I had not considered before. Meaning?

Well, for example, the lady told of specific places talking locally only known to those living in London. Whoever this writer was, she must be a legend.

So, whoever Rawlings was, she was talking about magic. Wild. However, some of what she talked about I had heard before elsewhere. I don’t know. Example? A magic cloak. The Twelve Dancing Princesses by the Grimms had a tale similar. However, Rawlings talks about Death for those who have not met Death. He is also Peter Pan. At times collects oddities. And I? I happened to meet him once upon a time.

Well, being a bum. I at times end up drinking with Finn the Fairy smith. You don’t recognize the name? Let me think. Fairy Smith’s last appearance in the news. Oh, yes. Some guy last name Finn said to hide a treasure in fairy creek in New Mexico. Yes, that would be something about someone stealing the treat gold of the fairies. They would go to war over such a breach of a treaty. Would they win?

We live in the mirror realities, worlds of wonderland, my reader. So of course they will win. And of course we would win. It is that magical equation of Drakes how many livable earths are there in the universe is it not? 10 to the power of 193 or 200 or 500?? Meaning, for every outcome, there is a possibility.

But that gets away from the book? Well, the cloak I knew was real. And I knew Disney Chaldeans book of magic was real. Which begged to answer the question: was this wand real?

Meaning? Well, if Drake’s equation is real, and every possibility is potential in some reality Rawlings writings had happened according to her. And? Well, darling and the Boyz or your reader that also means in other realities the bad guy wins and in yet others? The story had not been told. What am I talking about? Spacetime my friend.

Meaning for everything under Solomon’s statement had been done. And that would mean some place out there in the multiverse. There was a wand of power. Yet to get into someone else’s hand.

Now? Well, being a bum. And reader and occasional drinker. I had read enough of her book to realize her magical doorways were an extension of the Ways. Ways? Sure. Keep up. If you don’t know the way. How else would you get to a magical world?

For those who are lost. I would recommend reading Wheel of Time and or reading Jewish Lore or for those wizardly folks talking to a fairy. If you are into fantasy, talk to Mr. Dodgson. He has written about the Ways as well. However, he uses mirrors. Which are more dangerous. Travel by moonlight or not at all, I used to say. However, I am a bum.

Anyway, this left me a clue. I had not traveled on the Was for sometime. Why? I get lost. When I mean I get lost. I sometimes end up centuries out of whack and in worlds where they speak Greek.

Greek? Yes, Constantinople did not fall into all realities. And Karl Marx did not destroy worlds in all realities. Some realities have the most marvelous cultures.

Back to the book. So the book specifically gave a location and time frame and well? As long as I got the wand back in time for the story to continue. I might as well have some fun. I was, or am after all, a bum and bumming things like books, magic etc. Kind of gives me that once upon a time magical factor.

And with that as a background of how I came into a position of magical storybook. And ideas of where to pick up a magical wand. I headed to my local bookstore to see if I could pick up a map or some useful knowledge to help me in acquiring said item.

Now this bookstore I have written about elsewhere. It is sort of magical item in of itself. Moving along with a cafe. The Cafe Shi to be specific. And? Well, the owner Mr. Whoo happened to see the journal / book I had and offered me like a million dollars or so for it. Made me wonder who this Rawliing’s lady was.

Also made me want to get the wand. Why? Well, that is another story and in another book.