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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
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 drawings 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. 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 detailed and the drawings were 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 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 talk about Death for those who have not met Death. He is also Peter Pan. Collects oddities. And I? I met him once upon a time.
Well, being a bum. I 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 extended 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 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 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 Rawlings lady was.
Also made me want to get the wand. Why? Well, that is another story and in another book.
Bio: Clinton R. Siegle writes poetry, and short writings online. His Cafe Shi stories are legendary if only in his own mind.
Lists and Collections of books
I have several lists of books.
Seriously, I collect books.
Time books were memories of listings of time
Stacked together books and lists
And the lists were collections of books
Need a diary of lists of books
Dreaming of reading these books
Collecting all the books of an author
Opening my collection to reality of books
Living several lives reading a collection of books
Loving to read
Eternity stood still while I read my collection of books.
Collection of a series of books
Time to read my list of books
I read my collection one more time.
Opening my life to my collection of books
Never lacking one or more a book for my collection
Seems like a long list
Open a book
Find a book
Books to read
Open a book
Open read a book
Kind of a long list of books to read
Iraq had some great books
Beautiful people are readers my dear there in Iraq
They are children at heart in Iraq
for if they can dream it they can be it in Iraq
so be a reader of hearts Iraq
children imagination are wonderful to imagine peace in Iraq
children loving their life is wonderful to imagine peace within Iraq
build a strong loving life in imagination Iraq
for we all will soon have to live in our minds in fear Iraq
for shame is shame and evil is near Iraq
what is the plan to live on Iraq
what is their game to end Iraq
to steal our imagination Iraq
and end this game Iraq
shame is shame on terrorist of Iraq
that is the game of money Iraq
how once a strong nation is deep in shame Iraq
Memories of used bookstores
eternity will remember some books
memories will be made in some bookstores
open your eyes this reality has pasted
reality is but a question of the moment
I know
eternity awaits some of us
silly ole Clinton Siegle life is but a moment in time
People forget history.
People seem stuck in a cycle.
First they ban people. Communist/Nazism/liberals
Next ideas and books. Communist/Nazis/liberals
Then they burn books. Communist/Nazis/liberals
Then they burn people. communist/nazis/liberals
the un vaccinated need to beware and take care
The first Amendment was not something you can pick or choice what is right or wrong.
The first Amendment provide people the freedom of expression and decision.
Whether in speech, religion or economics.
People seem to forget once you start the path down banning people and ideas.
1984 was not a blueprint is history repeating itself over and over again.