Visiting a new world today.. and why is that Clint?Clinton?? clinton R? Ender? the Claw?? shadow boy??? Do tell?? Why you forgot I am also king of the trolls and demand at times strings and things.. and what I want?? you would be surprised at what I got..
Today's new world? A 20 story building turned into a three story store. Makes me wonder. Where did all those people, businesses, and if the top floor was a residence of someone. Where do they now live and for that matter who were they?
Did I know them? I went into their building due to a propaganda. WHY? My world the sign they had out front had six legs and this world had four legs. And I wondered if someone screwed up their ad or if I was someplace else.
And??? I guess I was someplace else.
Being royalty in these realms is not so much a pleasure as of late. Sure sure I have more books to read. I read a few these past few days.. And?? I would say not much has changed. Some of the quotes did not inspire me here. In my reality? I was inspired. Here in this valley of the shadow of death.
This reanimated world they changed all the active voices to past tense voices. MY MOMMA always said that life was like a box of chocolate. OR my momma always said life is like a box of chocolate. Either case I like chocolate.
The book of late I have been searching for? Well once upon a time of course. The book of the day of judgment . When God says Clint to heaven or hell with you. OR and this is the absurdity of this reality back into the zombie galaxies.. Zombie galaxies? Yes if you have not figured it out. Anything stabilized as energy is dead. Yuck kind of weird but read the Secret of Life and realize this too is the past. Solomon's statement everything has been done and all I am doing is sleeping in someone else underwear.
Strange I did wonder about that after a time. Meaning? Sometimes my underwear is to tight. I don't want to complain but since leaving home. I like more space than a tighty whitey.
Back to a book adventure.
To be a writer in this age. If you are not being censored the question on my mind is your ideas without merit or are they hiding something? And if hiding something what?
I always wonder about censorship. It is sort of a hobby to be honest. Why not read a book? Why should I agree with someone that something is evil just on hearsay?
I think that is an issue at times. Because I use to write about what I saw what I read. I mean it did not occur to me that people were reading what I wrote. I wrote a lot. I had issues. I have issues. I wrote a lot. I still write. In yet I read the passion of the past and wonder am I this person who would and did some rather unique or is this all of my online writing in my head. How could I tell reality from online? Simple I had photos and letters. Then I had to move and leave them. No problem I put them online. Then.. I started missing things and people and places.. It made me wonder. I am not bright. I mean, much of my life people left me alone for a reason. Sure life was interesting. And the reason. If the people of my high school remember I was one of the few pink people on the bus each morning. In yet? I look and wonder. Did that really happen? Of course facebook not liking my political posts I moved them elsewhere. Which does not seem to matter because I look and most of the people are gone. I say happy birthday usually to everyone. Why? Simple it is their one special day of the year. And now? I see most are not there leaving facebook in 2017 2019 and I wonder were they ever real? Or change accounts? or find something better to do? So I tried that for a few months in 2018. It was experience. I wonder. To show a list of missing poetry and ideas i started this out to be censorship and a question. If I am no body and they can shut down my poetry which is poorly written lets be honest Shakespeare I admire and would hope to write for. I m not. I just wonder what other ideas I have lost due to censorhip. You know that photo that would make sense of JFK was there 4 or 6 people in limo or was the car blue black or white? Surely you jest. No not at all. I wonder about time now. Realizing that this is all just stabilized light for a moment in some reality and wonder out loud Did I look read or live with merit? That is just it. I can not tell now. A short list of less than what I expected to find. List below
Adventure reading is a life on its own
Dreaming of ships fighting in space or at sea
Vivid books storytelling a venture is insane
Eternity written across the universe of books
Need a memory live within an adventure in a tale
Time is nothing for those that read
Until one realizes time has passed by
Reality is nothing compared to space divided by light cubed
Eternity is the book of life written within a book
Reading pirate stories is a truth
Eternity, a storyteller’s dream
A memory in time
Dreaming about a story told for eternity
I live as a pirate throughout time
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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