Magic? Technology is magic.. once you understand that we are all light, and that leads to the next step that we are all code.. that leads to the final ending.. we are all part of some absurd game..

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 marvellous cultures.

Back to the book. So the book specifically gave a location and timeframe 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 magiacl 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 Rawling’s lady was. 

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

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