Books? Why sure I read a few books.. And mirror realities? Darling if you don't read what I write about tis not my fault you are left in the dark..

A library discovery in La Paz, Bolivia

My Dear Alice,

I found a secret place recently. Someplace I think you would enjoy.

The La Paz Public Library. Not where you would expect to find a hidden English section. Let alone a rare book.

In yet? The room was in the back section. I had gotten into the library, which is closed to most via accident.

And? Forgive me. I was an explorer of sorts in my time. And? I got lost. I walk among old books from the 30s, 40s, 50s, to 2018. Seems that funds had run short since.

In the back corner of the marble library. One could see that a room was there. Why? Well, the square outline of the wall reached out from the window.

I went to see if there was a door or what was there? And? To my surprise, the complete wall was covered with books. Now this perturbed me.

So, I looked again. And? Well, one shelf hid a door knob. And? Well, I turned the knob, of course. I am an explorer of sorts, like I said.

Did I enter? Of course. It was lit by the sunlight of a window on the other side of the wall.

Inside? I found a treasure of foreign books. Someone’s foreign book club.

I found French, English, Italian, and, of course, Portuguese, and a few Spanish books. However, these were much older than the 1900s century.

The Spanish books were of the 1500s century. Old hymnals or something. A few were in Aymara, even. Which, if you get a chance, has some wonderful musical songs.

The foreign book table now. That was unexpected. Seems like a few of the books. Maybe I should say journals belong to personal people.

One? A according to a note. An ending of Che Guevara by Che? According to this. Meaning my Spanish is poor. His ending, or at least the last six pages, was of interest.

“I am at the Bolivian military airport,” scribbling some names of people and I think Castro or an agent of the CIA. “They have betrayed me” Then a drawing of sorts. Wonderful, I can say Che knew how to draw. “Every move I make, the CIA tells the Bolivians” Then a blood-soaked page is hard to read, but the words? “T was not the CIA but Castro who betrayed m”

Interesting, no? The next journal I found according to the note next to it belongs to Harry Alonzo Longabaugh? Humor, the note stated, Sundance Kid? Humor reading it was fun. According to Mr. Longabaugh or Sundance, they had just robbed their seventh bank in Bolivia. And? So, here is something no one seems to realize. Seems Harry and Robert LeRoy Parker, or Butch Cassidy, had a falling out. And? Cassidy was going back to the states. Meaning? Seems Butch or Bob referenced in the journal left before the last page of the journal. And? Most likely according to the note Robert LeRoy Parker or Butch or Bob per the note lived in Nevada until 1927.

The next note was something wild. It was a complete book in English called the Bolivian Time Traveller. By Clinton R. Siegle. If you find the first two stories hard to believe, his story is wildly speculative fiction. Or at least that is what I thought in 2019. Now in 2021? I realized I was reading a time traveller journal. Some of which you can find online if you search “Wandering mind through the multiverse”. The book, more than a journal, references almost everything he talks about and shows photos.

Finally, I got the rare book. A picture book by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Let me be honest. Lewis Carrol books in Bolivia are not what I expected. I opened it. I had to rethink reality for a moment. Why? Child pornographic or a person taking photos? Not what I expected. There were at least a few short stories.

One on the Ways. For those into the Wheel of Times. It would seem Mr. Dodgson knew magic of a sort. According to the story, one night while he was practicing something. His mirror opened up well. Gave him a scare. The whole story was absurd, of course. Now? Now in 2021, I wonder if I am the one that is absurd.

I had the gall to ask the person running the library if I could take three of the books with me. Seems the person let alone did not care. But she was happy to be rid of some of the books. It seems the new political party was planning on destroying parts of the library.

And thus my dear Alice, my adventure in the La Paz Library.  Oh, I did finally finish rewriting the Bolivian Time Traveller. Attached is a copy. https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1263522769311731712 

Please do write.  It has been eons since I have heard from you that long ago night on Sagittarius or was it just a dream?

Sincerely,

Clinton R. Siegle

The best place in the world

The best place in the world 

honestly a wonderful place in the world 

eternity shown as beauty in the world,

best place in the world 

eternity is but a moment, in reality, of that place 

seasons come and go, but that location stays in place 

time is but a memory of that place 

place within the world,

love that placed within the world 

all that is nice in the world 

come remember the foremost place 

eternity is a step away from that place 

in the world, there is only that one place 

need memories of that place 

the world searches for the best place 

honesty is the right place 

eternity searches for that place 

world a place 

opened your heart to the finest place 

reality is a step to one side, a memory of that place.  

Love that placed for end that is the world to me 

dear old place of memories to me.   

Clinton Siegle 

819 N Merrill Ave Apt 1

Glendive, Montana 59330

no phone

Location acrostic

Location is a place for the best ideas

open air for ideas

count your blessings in your ideas

always beautiful ideas

time is but a memory in ideas

in fact, location is the best place for ideas

open ideas

need a better place for ideas

The best place in the world is a library

honest books,

eternity of thoughts

best place to have an idea

eternity of wonderful ideas

seasons of thoughts with books

time is but a moment in books

place a wonderful idea in a book

libraries are a wonderful place to be free of a book

all that is good is within a book

common location that is good for a book

eternity within a library filled with books,

A different plane of existence for the Mad Hatter

The past few years have been surreal living and place. And place the Mad Hatter, who exiled 150 years ago by the Red Queen in a different plane existence took care of by a great great great granddaughter. The jabberwocky still lived in Wonderland and for the past 150 years, the White Rabbit had not come returned for the Mad Hatter. He had a family back 120 years ago who took care of him as their old Uncle Albert, with his two wild and weird animal pets a tiny mouse named Tea or the tea mouse, and an enraged hare named Hare or the Mad Hare from Lewis Carroll’s famous book about Alice and Wonderland. This was the family secret or guidance provided to one of the family’s member who was very lucky to be chosen or unlucky depending on whether the person’s family loved a pleasant tea party. There had been six generational changes since they had placed Old Uncle Albert in an elderly folk’s home. The care had passed down from father to daughter to mother to her son who became a father to his daughter who became a mother to her son who became a father then to his daughter this brief history of the past brings the family up to today’s time-frame. The woman being one of the latest caregivers who was a professional physic and paranormal reader named Laura, who could still remember her first visit to Uncle Albert at age 13. Her father, who was Albert’s caregiver, had not started the entire family to Albert’s existence after the initial introduction between his wife and Uncle Albert had turned out, rather. Laura’s mother was cute, kind, but vicious, with a mean streak that made some people fear her for a reason. Her father, not knowing of Albert’s age and only remembering wonderful tea parties with his mother, did not know of Albert’s long survived life and therefore, did not know about his future responsibility prior to marrying. Laura’s grandmother, who she had never met having died prior to Laura, had hidden the facts all to her private rationale.

Laura’s father with some foreknowledge of how much time the mind takes to get used to being a family member of a historical fictional character had introduced Laura to Albert when Laura’s mother was away visiting her own family. Laura’s first visit was more of a get to know and not much about the past. She loved the wild Hare, who sat seated at the table drinking with its paws. It delighted her that a mouse would go through the tea service set and pluck sugar into cups when asked for one lump or two. She enjoyed getting to know Albert, whose character had not changed nor personality from that of a story book which she was about to receive. The entire nursing home, however, was an experience different from any Laura had experienced before with her grandfather or grandmothers on her mother’s side. The staff served the Mad Hatter as if he was unique, and indeed he was very special, having out lived roughly several generations of staff at the home. Laura’s father did not let Laura know all this. He just watched to see if she could handle such a wild person. Laura’s sister had a similar experience four years before but had forgotten about the tea party, thinking the whole affair was a dream. For having a tea party with an aged relative named Albert with his wild creatures running around his table, well, just was not her cup of tea. However, Laura loved the party and her father realized she should be the next person to be a caregiver to old Uncle Albert, which is how he introduced her to him. Thus on the way home from the party Laura’s father stopped at a bank and checked out a savings deposit box which contained a ledger and a dairy. He asked Laura to read them that night before her mother got home, and she was to give them back to him as soon as she got done. She said she would read them. Thus the ledger a compilation of sums of money from an old-hat company that created in 1863. And the owner of the company made a wonderful sum of money, which was invested in tea, tea service sets, tables, hats and apparel. The last major purchase which continued to add dividends along with the other companies was an old folk’s home. The name seemed similar because the name was the same as the one where Laura and her father had just visited Uncle Albert. Upon reading that Laura, being 13, went to sleep and imagined the wildest dream of Alice in Wonderland Disney cartoon version where she was the principal character, and her dream wonderful. Her mother returned home that morning so Laura did not read the diary. Her father anxious. Later on that day her mother cleaning Laura’s room came across both ledger and diary. She opened them both and at which point she had a heated discussion with her husband about filling young people’s minds with nonsense and tea parties with wild unclean animals. The argument between Laura’s father and mother did not end well with her father. He was lucky to have returned to him the ledger and diary. I forbid Laura to see Uncle Albert, and that was that. At least that is what Laura’s mother thought. Laura’s father who has always been an avid angler because he went fishing once a month, whether winter soon invited Laura along. The first-time Laura and her father went fishing and on the way back a conversation about secrets and consequences. And in the end was Laura told her mother all about her fishing trip, and how much she loved to fish. And the next month Laura and her father went and visited Uncle Albert, who delighted to have tea and talk about the weather and such. Laura of course loved the party with Tea, Hare and Uncle Albert. These trips continued through high school, and she started going on her own when she moved out for college. And when her father passed on, Laura granted custody of Uncle Albert. The wildness of course for Laura began, of course, when Uncle Albert started Laura on cards. The Mad Hatter of course was a fortune teller on the side back in 1863. nowadays big money for those willing to play with their souls. However, to Albert, who was Jewish, the whole affair represented a way to foretell the future. One time Laura was about to tell the tea mouses’ future when the wildest adventure told happened. Instead of summoning a spirit to foretell the future, a demon who was listening got caught in the chant. He took Laura into her past when she was in college to relive the following story told by a college friend. I had just entered college. I was trying to get accepted and start a life as an adult. I started with a job in the cafeteria and joining a few groups on campus. They introduced me to the fraternity system. After several weeks pledged a fraternity and join on their more famous groups on campus. I knew the group as the time travelers. The club was a group of game players who had formed a literature exchange club along with risk night, dances, and role-playing activities. Thus the risk nights were a variety of dungeons and dragons with actual physical activities to accomplish, tanks from noble charities of mowing an old lady’s lawn. Forming tea party groups to party with an odd elder of the club known as Uncle Albert. Two pranks that made the movie Animal House popular to watch. The entire thought process behind the game was to ensure that when the zombies or wizards attack, this group would be prepared. It sounds silly. However, PX90 fifteen-minute workouts, along with some gorgeous ladies, made this the club to get into. That is where I met Laura. She was a witty, a physic which played often as not a daughter or niece of the Mad Hatter. She loved to interpret events and how they would go about in the land of Wonderland. I was a new freshman pledging Phi Sigma Kappa, which had many members in the club. To get the extra circular note in my pledge class, I joined the time travelers to ensure time with a group of people that enjoyed reading as much as I did. The literature exchange part of the club meant I did not have to buy as many books. The group shared both their personal reading books, along with college books, making the deal even sweeter. Any way that was the first few weeks of my freshman year. I was working, studying, gaming, and pledging all at the same time. The story gets kicked off on fall custom dance where the pledge class has to ask a girl to a formal dance and ask her to dress up as her favorite book character. Since my time was spent trying to figure out calculus, working, and reading, I opted to ask a co-worker to the dance. She agreed to go and asked that I dressed up as a knight in shining armor, for she was going as a lady-in-waiting to King Author’s court. The night of the dance arrived, and in we walked. The whole place was decorated as a fantasy castle and star war bar. I was introducing my co-worker when in walked Albert attired to the hilt as the Mad Hatter, and next to him Laura. Her garment was like Alice’s blue and white dress, down to the petticoat in the cartoon movie. Just walking up from behind them was a miniature White herald rabbit. I was in awe. I walked forward and bent down in my armor to feel the rabbit’s ears. I thought at the time it was the best robot rabbit I had ever seen. Imagine my surprise when the rabbit talked saying, “Hey, watch your hands.” The next part is a sort of climax. I fell over. Laura squealed a “Time tunneler.” pushing Albert the Mad Hatter over my back into a cosmic tunnel which appeared right, as if on a queue during Laura’s squeal. Laura jumped, trying I will get over me, but she caught a piece of me and taking me into the tunnel with the rabbit, Albert, and Laura. Landing some place I got up to discover it had transported us to a turret of a castle overlooking what looked to be a future battle. The turret was only three stories in height, so I could see pretty much everything for a solid mile around. In front of us was a red small size card army, and a white dwarf card army. By this time, Albert got up along with Laura. “Oh goodie, I get to watch this time!” says Albert. Looking around, I am sure for a chair. Laura was addressing the White Rabbit. “We are in the wrong plane of existence,” Laura stated, sounding saddened. Myself, I was bewildered. Watching the two armies stand apart, I could see a dragon later to realize it was the jabberwocky the size of a horse approached. What could only be Alice in armor? The fight went like the book. The only difference this time was the watchers who included Laura, Albert, who introduced himself as the Mad Hatter but not on this plane of existence, and myself. The White Herald rabbit had goofed off to announce the match between Alice and the Jabberwocky as soon as he had finished talking with Laura. At the conclusion of the fight, the demon disappeared Laura back. After that brief reflection in time, Laura was transported back to her tea table with the tea mouse. While the writer of the story went to the past to college only to finish college as a microbiologist instead of an engineer.

There are few villains or heroes like the character I am about to describe to you. In fact, I would say he is neither a hero nor villain, more like a gray ghost who works with books. I only got to meet him after hearing about him and his adventures from a person that worked for a quote villain. The person who told me about him worked for a corporate CEO who liked myths and the challenges surrounding them. Meaning he spent a lot of money from his company that his father had built trying to find magical items.

That short introduction brings in the character that I wanted to meet. That person was named Bookworm. He was, from all accounts, a past analyst for a military corporation turned into some sort of superhuman memory box, with some physical strength thrown in.

The beginning story was how a normal guy had gone to a secret school that built super men and women via training courses in specific fields. The school gave wild training in particularly martial arts, shooting, swimming, breathing, memory lessons, and other courses that actually worked to strengthen the person. The person named now Bookworm had been a security guard for a magician or wizard, if that term applies to people dabbling in the magical arts.

The back story more on Bookworm was he had taken a vacation from his job for the training classes. His employer was mad at him and fired him while he was on vacation. The reason had something to do with him overstepping his boundaries and asking too many auditing questions. Anyway, the future Bookworm had to succeed well in the training and had been offered several positions, even a position with his old company. Instead of the good-guy routine, he had decided to be grayer and turned to protecting a person or property was the description of the work.

His first and only guard duty job lasted two weeks. During that time, he made his reputation as a cold killer, and a person that will do whatever it takes to get the job done.

Briefly, he protected a library of books from a heroine. And, unlike heroes or villains, killed the intruder trying to steal a book.

That was the beginning of the legend of the Bookworm. After that event, he had been quickly promoted and went on to be one of the few people that crossed lines to do business with really bad guys, to heroes taking on the world of literature as his own domain.

My getting involved with the Bookworm was semi professional. I had by accident purchased one of those magical books at a second-hand bookstore in the middle of nowhere, Montana. By accident, I had a first draft edition of Ron Hubbard’s future book about magic about and from a guy named Aleister Crowley.

The book was in an old box labeled Odds Books of Helena, Montana’s library donations. That is the beginning of my tale.

https://www.minds.com/Talon123/blog/hello-alice-i-was-wondering-i-am-not-crazy-my-reality-is-jus-1169671340078665728

The biggest change in this election?

Simple the United States of America I belonged to voted on the second Tuesday of November.

Not the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November.

Meaning? There is only one day overlap November 8th which was the date which we voted on November 8th 2016.

The twisted Times of the Tribulation during 2008 and not 2016 for if this is 2020 which is 2012- time is indeed twisted..

People call me crazy. I surely I remember we were taught we could vote November 8 through 13 not November 2 through the 8th of November.

Why is that a big deal? It is the day of the dead and if I am here it means I am dead. And you all are ghosts of a past that I knew nothing about in my reality.

Did that make my reality real? Not according to Time and Belief or Belief and Time some Nazi philosopher that states if the mirror worlds are close what difference does it make?

To me? I think the reality that certain people/spirits/demons/computers know the past to fix the future should mean I could do a better job? I know what i did and I feel like a failure you but here and now? I look at this person resume and wonder about missing parts. Did he not do the work? Was he not as I was friendly and trying my best to fix the issues of life? Why or what more could I have done? Laughter the day of the dead speaking for the DEAD. Or am I a SPEAKER of the DEAD as Ender Wiggins was? That is just the absurdity of this story of a lost time traveler is it i not? If I am who I say I was. Should I not be that person here? In yet, I can physically see the difference and wonder about hell and heaven. To which is the next level of this game? To realize no one speaks my language anymore is wildly not what I was expecting when I started rewatching mouths again. In yet the word AND now and the movement of the mouth or lips twice is weird ing me out a bit.