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fairies? sure I know a few.. the black forest and tales they tell are interesting ..

Pray for Peace. War is evil. War is crazy. Pray for Peace. No war with Iran.Dec 30, 2021, 4:25:40 PM

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

They lit the fae mound. Those magical creatures. Only winos. drunks, kids that did not know the ole stories would be out tonight. The king of the fae was to find some poor lost soul and chase them in their midnight haunt or hunt.

Ole Joe, told of his experience some forty years ago when he and dead Billy went to the cemetery on bet that they could not see the fae king. Ole Joe, for a bottle of wine, would tell you in New Hampshire midnights of special days the fae mounds were not to mess with at all. He and Billy got there before sunset and drank and sing.

Then turned serious and chased poor Billy in a haunted hunt through the forest. No one found a hide nor hair of him in all these 40 years passed. And Ole Joe? He turned to wine. And will tell you this tale for a bottle or two on some long, forlorn night.

The haunted part? On those lone night for those in senior keggers in the cemetery at nights they say they can hear Billy singing songs and every so often there is a ghost of Billy dancing among the tombstones.

Fae Godmother? So few people believe in the old tales. The fae mounds. The fairy circles. Thedancing and mingling between men, women, and fairies during the midsummer nights. so few people remember their bible and the tales told about the mirror worlds. i often wonder Did the stories just get lost or did people not understand?

I think the Indian tales of the fairies are much more interesting, not the North American tales. Sure they have their tales of caves with the fae people inside said to stay a while to those entering. When the people would find refuge from a storm or enemies listening to those fae and fall asleep. Then walk out of the cave to a totally different decade, century or reality.

One of the most notable for repeatability is the Dutch legend of Rip Van Winkle. Sleeping for 100 years is often not what you expect. And fairy godmothers? The truth or a tale I had heard that only the offspring of a unioning between a human golem and a fairy woman could produce someone that a fairy godmother would even consider helping.

Can the fairies help in this reality? For sure. If one remembers their tales and that much of their magic can only happen in one night? Example the gold coin. A man was walking on a road one night when he came across a person stuck in mud.

He helps the person out of the mud. The person/fae gives the man a gold coin. The man says thanks and he would save it for tomorrow's breakfast. The person says you have only this night to spend it. And vanishes. The man taking that advice spent the coin. The person receiving the coin went out drinking at a bar. Spending the coin that night too.

The next morning the barkeep instead of a gold coin had a bundle of leaves and mud. Meaning fae magic can only last one night. No more no less according to some North American legends. And other Indian legends?

In the mountain areas there once was a lost Montanan. Let's be honest, to be lost is not the half of his story. He however was going to have his adventure if it was going to kill him.

He was off to visit a town for some water project or other. He was walking and kept on hearing a boom. Boom. Like thunder the closer he got to the town. The town was on the ledge of a mountain. The boom boom he had been hearing was a man dropping stones off a 500 foot cliff. The mystery solved.

Upon getting lost once more he ended up in the cemetery of the local church where inside they had kept their priest body after he died some 130 years ago. Kind of shocked by this. He walked the cemetery to discover that holes in the earth went down several hundred feet. Upon investigating he found a whole mining operation right under the cemetery. The age of the work was a few 100 years old. How he knew this was the lettering on the box he found there. The box held a few interesting things. however the lettering on the box was MDCL or to those not into Roman years 1650. It appeared that the catholic church mine had run from there to another mountain that the lost person was looking at.

Anyway, after getting unlost for a while the lost one just walked home. Upon turning a corner in a river/stream/muddy mess of water he walked right into three ladies taking a bath. Their clothes were right in front of him and he? Well? Life is interesting for a lost one. He waved to them and walked away.

Getting to the place of residency that night a stranger came. The lost one having some of the most wonderous wine invited the stranger to drink. That night was one for the books. Why? Was it one night or two weeks they discussed this is this and that is that. The wild part? The lost one spanish sucks. Let us say if he was not drunk his spanish is that of a first grader. Anyway somewhere between day two or five or maybe the hours of 1 AM and 3 AM the lost one noticed that the stranger was more relaxed then normal and spoke a third language. English? No. To be honest I recall it was German and the discussion was about ideas and religion and concepts that were of interest at the time.

Anyway this is about god mothers and that night or week or two weeks they partied into the night. The lost one remembered watching a cloud on a mountain not move for weeks on end. Must have been a pretty good bottle of wine. Sure, sure why not time is nothing to me these days.

The concept that a billion years could pass in a mirror reality while only a second has gone by elsewhere is often something he deals with these days. Anyway the stranger offered a contract. Now the loss was lost in thought and mind and in a strange country speaking not english that much was for sure to someone or something beyond his comprehension of the contract? Always reading the fine print of anything is the only thing a lost soul can tell you about fairies and their contract. Always. For forever is a lot longer when you have been split into billions of billions of billions of fragmented souls. That night I might still be dying from and all of this is just a wild ass dream.

Identity? I am no longer sure who I am anymore. I knew I was. I was a hard worker. I did things that other people dream about doing in my reality. People laugh and say like what? The secrets I carried once upon a time did things that only a few will ever know.Identity? Am I my dreams? That God is light. And that all is light is awkwardness. Did those other realities ever really exist without God? That is the trick of mirror worlds, is it not? They seem so real that you expect they existed. In yet? Belief and Time 1927, magnum opus of German philosopher Martin Heidegger and a key document of existentialism. Being and Time had a notable impact on subsequent philosophy, literary theory, and many other fields. Its controversial stature in intellectual history has been favorably compared with several works by Kant and Hegel. What did the idea mean? That simple part if you see it that reality existed for a moment in time? Do you not want to know what I did in my reality that makes you scared of me? Probably not. To understand the statement, you understand everything is light. All matter is light. And? God is light? Meaning?Welcome to identity avatar in a clay game where you can not escape. And me? I had many names in my reality ask anyone from a variety of professions or schools. Big Foot? They knew me for a time. Ghost? I could be and not be in a lot of places. Clint? They knew me for a time as him. Clinton Siegle? I knew him. Clinton R. Siegle? I loved that guy. He was someone who taught. Very few people can even grasp the concept that if all of this is quote “The Matrix” or a hologram and God is the great story teller what that significance of identity is?Identity? What is a name? Ender the pirate now that is a storytellers name. His stories are legendary in some communities. Talon? Or Talos? Few even recognize that name. Similar to Forrest Fenn, so few people recognize old fairy names. Mr. Fenn the fixer? Mr. Fenn, the traveler with anvil to fix iron in fairyland and to break the treaty between men and fae?Identity? I doubt I remember all my names. The one you should realize that matter is something you would fear. Heck, I fear that name too. Identity? An ending of time. Caught in the time of tribulation, there are several outs for those supernatural beings. Not like I recall when I got tortured in a reality so closely looking like this. One in yet so different. Did they exist? Did or do my memories make them exist? That is the funny part of identity for if I am what I think I am. Beware for the end is not pleasant for me. I already have awful memories of things yet to come. Identity: I will find out soon enough if what I expect I am is truth. https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/1180175192679120896

Today I have been so dizzy that I slept for almost 6 hours. That I am reality traveling is a truth. The mirror world I awoke in today was missing a huge white cross that stands three stories high. Why is that a mirror world? when cross is missing I am among the golems. Their stories are off. What is weird ing me out is the realities with the realities with the cross- they lost their sense of justice. And taste in music and their humor is that between Bart Simpson and some weird person that I would not want to associate with.

The second reality or third I some how placed my keys which I used to lock the door inside a car which I do not have keys for and not on the passengers side by on the driver side.

I do not drive I do not get anything from that side. It is my wife's side. Maybe you gave them to her? I doubt that is possible I double locked the doors got into my side and we went to the story.. Mirror worlds without the cross are interesting. I wonder if I do not eat here what happens? i seem to be very well fed in the mirror worlds. Maybe the fae king warned them of what is to come.

REpent believe in Jesus is all I can say.

Clinton R. Siegle stared down into the room. A memory flashed. A memory from a long time ago. Before the latest brain wipe. 1978 USSR invaded Afghanistan. A secret service member had murdered JFK. In that reality, in a blue limo with only four people in it. Before he could expose that humanity had been in contact with aliens. Since 1950s in the United States. For the German timeline wars that had not happened yet, they were in contact with aliens in They rushed him-the 1930s. The difference between space/time/realities/parallel in many or events. But so difference in culture and reality time agents could get caught. Just by slipping up, just by replying, Abe Lincoln was a senator in their reality.

The memory? Minot, North Dakota Air Force base in 1978, the missile alarms going off. A young Clinton R. Siegle was being moved to. Well, from his memory it was the kitchen area. To the outside where the cement section of the delivery area was being pushed up by huge pistons. They rushed him down into the basement. What happened there?

Looking around, he recognized the seven at the table. The Bookworm society, and other flash but to a different time and reality. 1989 Close Up trip he had wondered off the White House tour via and stair case next to Abe Lincoln's bedroom. Going down four flights of stairs, he found himself in the White House staff’s cafeteria. Where he ate a meal with? He was an elderly black man. African American Political correctness was not in vogue, and he was an American. We spoke about tales of another time and other realities. Mostly spirits and what we had seen of ghosts and dreams.

Then an officer walked by. A military dress man that looked like Clinton R. Siegle but could not be. He was like in his 20s. While Clinton R. Siegle was 18 or 17. He followed the man out without saying much to the elderly black man.

Others joined the military man. They all looked the same. Clinton R. Siegle wondered about clones? He sure as heck did not feel like a clone. They walked to a spiral staircase and walked up it. Clinton R. Siegle followed. He figuring at least he would get out of the underground of Washington Capitols building. After opening three doors he walked into a room with no lights then poof. Lights. In the room was the four men along with six others. They all looked the facial wise but with different military and clothing styles. The window which had a door to the side of it when looking out was the Library of Congress.

“Well, well, so you joined us after all,” said the military dressed that Clinton R. Siegle had followed. He continued, “Take a seat and listen.”

Clinton R. Siegle sat down and listened to tales that would make your heart beat faster. If you realized what they were saying was true. That each of their realities were or was exactly alike in yet so different. Once, everyone was a round telling a tale. The man in military dress he had followed said, “Your turn.” And Clinton R. Siegle told the tale he had from his childhood. All this memory being brought to him as a flash. For the moment before entering Cafe Shi. He had no clue who they were and what was here.

The seven at the table Clinton R. Siegle recognized. His fingers glowed as hell fire seeps into the hand for combat. For along with those memories. The memories of the time wars. Clinton R. Siegle having to kill almost everyone of these people. In mirror realities were there. Several he had had to deal with more than once.

The hostess of the cafe Shi glided up a beautiful lady. Until Clinton R. Siegle recognized who she was. A daughter of Cain. A dragon. Behind the pirate dressed member of the Bookworm society. Clinton R. Siegle recognized the bear. A member of the legendary Claw Legion. Both the hardest to kill for he had taken those here through hell many a time. He figured that this might be another time?He was truly unsure which timeline or space or reality he had just wondered into via Cafe Shi. There seemed to be someone behind Clinton R. Siegle. He without thinking he danced into the defensive position. A shadow boy. He had seen them many a time. This one floated over to the table and took a seat. The dead among the Bookworm society?

Keeping bear and dragon in view Clinton R. Siegle relaxed his fingers. Shifting them back to flesh. He looked at each member and recognized the three other potential dangers. Von Siegfried, Ender, and the third he remembered a tale. One where he did not survive, but he remembered it however the name of the person slips from his mind.

There were now nine members of the Bookworm society. Still two missing. Ender spoke, “More wine, please Ms. Mu.” She served hot sweet Chuma Triago to all. A sip and the table was like in a dream state or world. Each of their stories unfolding, sharing memories. Of times, wars, fights, loves, heart aches, dreams of power influence. Similar or like heaven, only this was storytelling at its finest. Because the stories came from the viewers’ point of view. And if you wanted, you could enter those views of the others being interactively. And see reality for the others.

Clinton R. Siegle visited the Red Apple. A timeline mentally blocked in his reality. When Turkey was Christian. When myths were real. And mysterious myths of the universe were being told along with sold and purchased in the open market. A sort of stall appeared with some of the oldest and rarest books. Along in the bookstall? Clinton R. Siegle recognized Mr. Whoo. However, he was much younger and did not seem in charge here. A man whose accent in ancient Greek was weird. Clinton R. Siegle knew his language translator implants. They should work, but the words were.. Magical.

A whisper behind him made him jump the shadow boy. A vampire in the Red Apple? The word from the shadow boy with the word magical Clinton R. Siegle translator worked. It was not just Greek. It was fae or fairy Greek where humanity did not exist, where fairyland or fairies realm was and humanity? Was a horrible tale they told naughty fairies to keep them in line if you do not behave we will send you to earth of the humans.

Stars and shadows ain’t good to see by. The shadow boy cometh. And he takes away those lost boys and not silly girls that fall out of their beds and believe in magic. Yep, yep, I was there once believing in magic for all good it did me. What a strange time it was. I was stuck in a hospital in the middle of nowhere which is close to Illimani. Which is a mountain in some small south American country in the continent’s heart to be exact. There I saw the lightning strike. The mountains crumbled, and well I saw the great hunt. There with the king of the fae chasing a poor country boy across the tips tops of the mountains. What a weird and wonderful dream that was. I saw the mountain give up a mountain full of dirt. And the lightning chasing across a group of fae while chasing the poor boy. What a crazy dream that was... Then again was it a dream, or a chi cha hallucination which was possible.. The week after that I was in a different dream. In which I was told that one was true. Which dream makes me wonder about drinking and what is real or reality today and gone tomorrow.. Humor money is not real folks.. It is all an imaginary item which value is not beholding to anyone but the person who puts a value on it.

Death came again. If you did not recognize Peter Pan. Well. He has been many different personalities over the years.

That things were not the issue. That the little boy instead of carrying how is he doing or what he was doing or anything else had to hear about things. Things that he was not allowed to touch. Because they were not his. And now? He has to hear how someone working hard will get those things. In yet? Did I choose this life or was I fated for this life?

I no longer care to know. I am tired. Fate is a fickle bitch. And I had to live with her all my life. I wonder at what point did I cross over the righteousness line and become lukewarm or even evil? Repent. And believe in Christ. To do what? Forgive? And realize that one day is a second moment and that the souls of one reality are not the same in another and you have to apologize to that soul or you are in a dilemma is how much is owed in heaven?

At what point is the song over excuse me. I would like to get off this ride. I am tired. To watch humanity murder itself for the sake of evil is awkward. To see evil win is awful. And I realize I should have done more? In yet?

I realize if fate and nothing is chaos means that choice is all there is and I tried my best to be and yet I am evil. Which makes me wonder at times.

Hello, Shadow boy.. It is something to talk to an old friend. How many times have I died? And now I hear I will be possibly attending another funeral soon. Please forgive him and help him and his family. Life is unfair. And I am unsure what else to say.

A visit to a bookstore

Author Clinton R. Siegle

Ender Talon is walking down a street when he notices a new bookstore. The sign hanging over the door “Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities”. Thinking this would be of interest, he went in. To his surprise, an Owl perched behind the sales counter. Not thinking much about it, he went looking around. Searching for this is that book that might interest him.

He found “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. He knew the name. He just could not place it at that moment. Thinking something that a noble wrote about might be fun, he previewed the first page.

What you are about to read will change your life. Are you sure you want to continue? Well, that's an opening hook for a book, thought Ender.

He added it to his side and continued to read through the shelves until he came upon the most odd book. It was one of a kind because opening he saw it handwritten and filled with news clippings and what looked to be references to hyperlinks to stories references by the writer Clinton R Siegle. The title page “The wondering mind through the multiverse”. It was a catchy title, so he added it to his side along with the other book.

Then he found himself in a shelving area where there were maps. Now this was exciting. The maps according to titles listed some most interesting places and seemed rather detailed from Ender’s memories of reading stories about the land of Oz and Wonderland. He found one with a collection of different themed stories that he loved as a child. The author Claw the pirate made him laugh. Wondering how on earth a person could legally use that? Then again, he supposed that they could use pen names in any manner of fashion.

With these three books, he went back to the entrance. He set the books down and looked for someone to ring him up. The owl hopped down from his perch and was about to touch the books. Ender said, “Ah?”

The owl replied, “That will be seven gold pieces, please.” Now this was earth, and talking owls were something new to Ender. His shock must have registered something on the owl’s face.

The owl said, ” First time here I see?” To which Ender was a bit taken back. For this was his first time hearing an animal outside of parrot talk. Ender replied, “Um, yes, and who are you?” The owl sort of fluffed his feathers and said, “Mr. Whoo, at your service. I own the place.”

Ender was wondering what seven gold pieces were valued in dollars? He pulled out his Mastercard. Ender said, “I was wondering if you take Mastercard?” Mr. Whoo looked at the card and at Ender.

Mr. Whoo said “So, you are not a normal person are you?” Now this was something to think about for Ender. Because as far as he knew, he was as normal as could be. If some might be wrong with him, a bit abnormal or below normal for most people. Ender's expression must have registered something with Mr. Whoo. who then went to a book, opened it up and looked through several pages.

“Well, according to time and space, light currency money exchange would normally be 2100 dollars. However, that is with inflation for the time you were living in to that time of it being written. Which does not seem fair? So, according to time travel placement of the books and you seemly un-normal way of just entering my store Willie nellie the first book original sold for 8 pounds English which is in today’s dollars 24, the second sold original for free to a person who picked up a personal diary of one of the few Mandela Effected people to survive the movement of souls to the eighth realm of reality however I paid two books worth 10 dollars and need a profit so I will sell it to you for 12 dollars, and the maps book?” Mr. Whoo looked it over. He appeared to be thinking for a moment. Then said, “I will sell it for a storybook of yours once you get back from some of these places or for 16 dollars?”

Now Ender was thinking. He was off to go to cooking school, and traveling to anywhere was not in his plans at that present moment in time. So, spending 42 dollars on what he had expected to spend 24 to 18 was a bit more than he had planned on at that moment in time. However, this being a mystery that he did not remember having special powers to speak to animals nor wanting to miss out on the stories he thought must be in the books he pulled out his cash. He paid the money and said, “Mr. Whoo, may I ask where am I? I thought I was walking the streets of Bozeman, Montana and evidently I am no longer anywhere near there?”

Mr. Whoo chuckled with a reply “Sir, you are where you think you are however, who or what or how you got to this shop is a mysterious to me as your shocked face was to me when you heard me speak.”

Ender wondered for a moment. And thought before leaving. “May I look around once more, because if this is not a dream there were books here I wanted but just felt like not touching at that moment because they looked too expensive and I am curious on what I might miss out on?”

Mr. Whoo replied, “Why certainly, sir.” And with that went back to his perch, leaving Ender to wander the shelves once more. He went back to where he had seen the book titled “The true ending of two of the daughters of the House of Romanov”.

Ender picked up five more books of various interests and went back. Mr. Whoo was excited and added everything up to 83.50 this time, and Ender asked for a card or street directions back. To which Mr. Whoo chuckled with the reply, “When you least expect it you will find me again, sir.”

And with that Ender left the bookstore and found himself close to Baucus, his favorite of all you can eat soup and bread cafe in downtown Bozeman.

Ender had just gotten into the Baucus. He worried that all you could eat bread would be out. He asked if there is any left. The cute waitress replied, “There’s plenty left.”

He opened the first book he got from the bookstore Enter the Magical Bookstore of Mirror Realities, the title “Mirror realities and their gateways” by Sir Richard Francis Burton. After reading the first chapter about how a column in a mosque in Egypt had a way for it to hear the entire world and if asked brightly, you could listen into anyone or their thoughts, Ender exclaimed out loud, “It’s not real.”

The next bread and soup arrived by this time an old man came by. Ender knew him. Malcolm Storm. His great-great-grandfather used to own all of Bozeman and their old mansion now a frat house was on an enormous block with much of it looking like a park walked by. Malcolm said, “So you have just seen the other bookstore?” Ender replied, “How did you know that?”

Malcolm laughed and sat down. He then went into a story about one of the many stories about him purchasing books from Mr. Whoo. It was quite a story.

Ender asked, “How does one get back there?” And Malcolm with a wink says do not look, just do what you were doing when you found the bookstore for the first time. To which Ender thought for a while. He had just been wandering the streets of Bozeman, like Robert M. Pirsig had done thinking how much time and money he was wasting on non-practical ideas being thrown out to him and when questioned? The professors always seemed to take offense to their ideas being asked to be explained. That was why he was thinking of quitting the whole thing.

He then noticed his book on maps. Claw the pirate, a piece of paper or map was hanging out. He reached for it and pulled it out the realm of the Baucus sort of swirled away. Somehow he was sitting on a bench in a forest near water and he could hear the most beautiful voices ever. He looked around and his pack with the eight books was there and three loaves of bread and his wine glass was there but to be anywhere in Bozeman? He had no clue where he was at?

Putting on his pack adding the loaves of bread and drinking the wine storing the glass in his pack the best he could he checked his shoes, socks, and found that he still had the service cloth napkin which he was thanking God for because he was out of Kleenex. After this preparation he left towards the singing. To make sure he could find his way back? He walked in a straight line using stones, and twigs picking up other items every few feet so he could look back and see where he came from.

What he thought was a river turned out to be a beach for a rather large lake or an inland sea for the water was not salty. The music or singing he finally found was a party. Now, the singing was in some language Ender had never heard before and was wonderful. There were women playing in the sea, and to see the other creatures dancing around Ender thought he had gotten stuck in some Mad Hatter story. For there was either the best custom party Ender had ever been or there was a real life goat boy, a girl who modesty made Ender think maybe he was in some sort of Mardi gra for she was dancing wildly with either nothing or very little on. And the ladies in swimming? Ender wondered about the wine for surely they had fins tails and no legs. Maybe Disney's new theme park?

But, how? When a man walked by with a pitcher of? Well, Ender had no idea but somehow the glass that he for sure had in his pack was in his hand and now full of what was white wine. Seeing others drinking it, Ender went with the flow.

After the first sip? Ender was sure he stood and watched a cloud for maybe two weeks. The clouds were there and the party went around him. However, time itself? He was sure he was just watching and not doing anything. And then? A person showed up he recognized. At Baucus the cafe the painting of the drinking deity was there and this? Well, this was almost an exact replica. Or Ender had ended up in the picture maybe? Who knows. All Ender knew was Baucus was there and the Mermaids were somehow now transforming into some of the most beautiful women Ender had ever seen.

Ender had known some beautiful women. How? Being abnormal he was one of the few people that would make a person feel connected if they ever were given a chance to talk with him. And? He had listened to some of the wildest women and men in the world. His world at least. How? He wandered into places that people often were lonely. Why? He was usually looking for food. When he would sit down they would come up and tell him their stories. From Seals, to wild women, to murders, to drug users. He had survived two reservations and other places realities that many of his friends or people around him had not lived.

So when Ender looked and realized the most beautiful women were there and the music was lovely and they were dancing he asked to join in. Now how? First he used his hands to indicate could or would they mind? At first there was a bit of a lag. Meaning Ender dancing moves was like syrup considered to the women and other creatures dancing around.

Then a hush came over everyone. A lady and gentleman showed up. A whisper and this time Ender could understand the words. Whatever the wine was allowing him to hear. It was high ole German. The word rae or king and queen finally reached Ender's ears as people were bowing to the two.

Just looking at the two Ender realized who they were. He had seen them in pictures of a book describing some Scottish pastor being kidnapped a long time ago. Ender bowed even though he felt no need. Ender was after all a citizen of the United States after all was he not?

The king looked at Ender. And spoke. Now it was not really speaking, it was a dream or thought. Wildly. Ender felt the future and saw the king of fae and Ender drinking under a mountain watching a cloud for two weeks. And the complete story. Then?

The Mermaids started to pair off with faes and other creatures until there was a cute one dancing alone with Ender. They danced until? Who knows it might have been one day or months. For Ender the whole experience was like a dream. Her smile was pushing the boundaries of scary for Ender. For watching the rest he could see the shameful acts going around him and wondering where all this would end up.

Finally, Baucus came by with the King of fae again and a third man or Merman for his beauty was truthfully like those of ladies. The Merman then said something and magically the Claw the pirate map book was in his hand. The three sort of stared and looked at Ender for a moment and then laughter which was so wild that if Ender was not normal he was sure madness would have occurred.

Then the conversation happened and the next thing Ender recalled that everyone and everything was under the sea. Seems like a glass fish bowl wherever the sea was at.

Ender looking down found looking down that he had fins now and was moving with the lady who had been dancing still and her smile was that of something else. Something that showed such pleasure he was a bit worried about what had happened. She came up and said only one word “Rico”.

With that word Ender found himself back on the bench where he had first entered this reality. His pack was still there checking all the books still there. The wine glass now had changed into a goblet of some metal. Wondering what to do he checked for the cloth for a napkin because a Kleenx is one of the most important things on any adventure. Sure it was there along with something else a new map. Was it from the Clae the pirate book? Ender was not sure. However, looking at it he found that the bench was the entry point to what looked like a path to a sea and a city under the sea.

The year was unbeknownst to me. Ender being a pirate for hire. My ship had been stuck somewhere via magic. Meaning a bottle, or so I was told. I was hiring out of a port where Cafe Shi had been transported to by some time wizard or other. Into café Shi walked a redheaded lady. All women to me, Ender the pirate, were ladies. Some for better, some for worse. She announced she needed some crew for her adventure. Her name is Reanna the Red.

Being a pirate, I had heard of this viking lady in a different age and era. However, being a time traveling pirate. This made this adventure something to look forward to in a past story that Ender had heard a long time ago. So when she was signing people up, I signed my name. Ender Talon.

So, all the other members that had signed up. Well, they had just put down their mark of an X or Y instead of a signature. Reanna the Red looks up from her scrolling and says something to affect a learned man, uh?

Being a pirate, I just smiled back. Missing a front tooth kind of usually shut people up because. Well, because I was a scary-looking person. Reanna the Red pointed to me and another scroll of parchment. Which I read out loud to her as she showed she wanted it.

It was in Latin. My Latin to be honest sucked in that time and age. They failed to space lettering, and punctuation was always a question in anyone’s mind. So I started the story. Wolf’s treasure was buried with him in a Forest Finns fae ring on a farm in Norway. At that point Reanna the Red shh Ender. That is good enough. You will do this adventure.

So the question of the adventure was answered: our group was off to find a dead man treasure at some farm. The number of people being signed up, and the type were big and fighters. This made Ender wonder about what type of farmer Reanna the Red the vikings were up against?

Reanna the Red after signing up close to fifty men. Then she bought the house a round and then ordered everyone onto her ship. She kept Ender Talon close by and her scroll.

The first night out on the ship was wild. The ship had pulled out of port with the wind at the sails and was pushing the ship along. When all of sudden dead calm. The ship came to a dead halt in the middle of the water. When in the middle there was no land in sight and the night sky was coming?

Reanne ordered the Red Order thirty men below and broke out the oars. The men going below screamed a bit. The twenty of us left above were kind of wondering what was going on. However, oars were pushed out, and the ship moved again.

After setting up a bit. Reanna the Red had me read her scroll. The story went along the lines of a Bard named Alford, who was a servant of the dead man. His poetry sucked to be honest, however it was more to the point. Where you find my bones you find my treasure. The problem with the rest of the story. As Ender told Reanna the Red was the treasure seemed more literary than gold.

Meaning? With ink and parchment in hand I write my gold. With this story is my treasure told. Ender tried to explain. That Alford was seemingly saying the spot or whatever it was. On the farm seemed to indicate the place would be a poem or something outside of gold.

Reanna the Red nodded her head and agreed. Reanna the Red sighed and said “It is the beginning of a great adventure Ender.” And with that she went off to bed. While the men at oars continued to oar. And no wind blew.

The ship reached a point in Northland, at which point Reanna the Red pulled out a map. All us twenty-two got on a march while Reanna the Red allowed the thirty below to sleep.

The trip carried the group across a bridge. That troll guarded. Their tax was too high. So the fight that followed was rather lame, to be honest. Two ole trolls fighting men with swords and axes. However, the trolls proved their skill. And brought down six men. Before falling under a combination of thrust from swords and men pounding them.

So, fourteen men, Ender and Reanna the Red continued along the map’s route to the farm. A bit up the road from the bridge among trees a band of merry men attacked with arrows. Before anyone knew what was going on. Taking two more men. Before the band disappeared into the forest.

Hence twelve men, Ender and Reanna the Red moved out of the forest into some farmland. Just about to the farm area marked with an X on the map. When another group vikings engaged Reanna the Red. The slaughter went back and forth. Reanna the Red fighting at the head of her group. The fierce fighting between similar equal numbers of men.

Just when all looked lost. Ender and Reanna the Red together engaged the leader of the other vikings. And within a few slashes and clashing of weapons brought an end to him. His head rolling down the hill. With that the other vikings broke and ran. Counting all the losses were six.

So with six vikings, Ender and Reanna the Red reach the farm. There the farmer home was burnt and the easy line from the back of the barn. Where we followed the route to the place marked on the map with an X. Ender and the six started digging. Digging about four feet down, they discovered a large stone with runs written on it. Ender translated again. “Here lays the hammer of the thunder god.”

Everyone was excited except Ender. Reading on for the rest of the runes said Prepare to fight for the hammer. A foot lower and they discovered skeletons.

Reanna the Red viking at heart. She kept everyone working as hard as the men on the oars, but this time with shovels digging into the night. Moving bones to one side. Where Ender kept on praying and placing the bones together for a thoughtful grave.

Around midnight, the six again hit upon another stone. This one was in Latin. Alford last will and testament. Which made Ender wonder how on earth if this was his last will and testament Reanna had gotten the scroll or the map.

The Latin words were an incantation or spell holding back something. What? The warning did not go that far or say what it was.

The pushing and pulling of the stone took around a few minutes after midnight. When all of a sudden Ender noticed the fae ring began to lit up. With the lighting of the ring the skeletons started to assembly themselves. To say that Ender and the six men were perturbed was to say much less than normal.

Reanna the Red after signing up close to fifty men. Then she bought the house a round and then ordered everyone onto her ship. She kept Ender Talon close by and her scroll.

The ship reached a point in Northland, at which point Reanna the Red pulled out a map. All us twenty-two got on a march while Reanna the Red allowed the thirty below to sleep.

Everyone was excited except Ender. Reading on for the rest of the runes said Prepare to fight for the hammer. A foot lower and they discovered skeletons.

The Latin words were an incantation or spell holding back something. What? The warning did not go that far or say what it was.

It fills the room with an illusion. All within the room went to their own separate memories and dreams.

Ender the pirate

There I was, living another life again. My mind a fix to a focus of a book and the life within. The spirit given the chapters made me read faster, and the character became dear. Till the end was near. I was gone again, my mind off and into another book, another life, another place in time. Chemistry is strange that way to live a moment in reality is to step outside a universe that is much bigger on the inside than the outside. Thus a library is the holiest of places. For the universe is contained in there. What I can say? Someone person might read this so I will tell a tale to bring the soul to another place in time. To help those hurt in their mind. My eyes tear up just thinking about life. What a wondrous gift. To be. Or not to be. A Jewish question about existence that they debated several hundred years. The end conclusion was that it would have been better not to exist. But since we exist to make the best or better world around us all the same. Dreaming like that start the clock.. This tale is easy Ender the pirate was sailing the ocean with the breeze to his back. Being on a sailing ship, the Black Skimmer one would hope that .. The crew of a bear, a duck and recently added Chuck Cheese doll brought to life by the blue fae was sitting around the table eating pizza. When in walked a child of six or five, a girl living life on a dime? Her father being a poor pirate. Ender said what are you doing here, girl. She just smiled and walked towards the mouse doll. ... Next chapter later..

They transport Ender the pirate from this story of a memory to Greek fairyland or mirror world. Watching Clinton R. Siegle take up a book. A pirate journal one of many Ender had left over the many years.

Ender watched the shadow boy was behind Clinton R. Siegle and von Siegfried was in the shadows watching.

Then a combined memory was shared.

Some reason I am into film. I end up reading a paper on how without light there is no us. i end up realizing in the twinkle of an eye I am being cut from one motion picture to another motion picture and realize that the characters are all experiencing something different in the same movie. One day the person is lucky that the rain is and the next moment i see a sad person. Makes me wonder what adventure package I signed up for when I got on this cruise? Stealing this quote from someone Ido not know I’ve heard this idea before that the defining difference between film and the rest of the arts is film’s ability to change the pace and order of time.

Do you think that’s the big difference or is it something else?

The significance of this shared memory with the store. A closed time curved loop traveler all this.. Billions of years was actually nothing. That Clinton R. Siegle had seen the wild olive branch be cut and destroyed in 2017. Means an ending of time for some. The significance of all seven along shadow boy and Clinton R. Siegle was the realization that in a closed time curved loop reality only one soul can exist. In that moment when the soul had been split into billions of souls and realities when that soul comes back together again that all those realities and billions of years were as if nanoseconds for the spirit in the spirit realm where all souls are being combined back to their original souls.

A time of tribulation? Ender realized a new verse in the bible and watched if others realized the solution. Ender watching the soul eater. Clinton R. Siegle looking at the journals and absorbing the latest news that the olive branch of the greek was or they burned gentiles off.

If the first part of the dough is holy, so is the whole batch; if the root is holy, so are the branches. 17Now if some branches have been broken off, and you, a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in among the others to share in the nourishment of the olive root, 18do not boast over those branches. If you do, remember this: You do not support the root, but the root supports you.…

Jeremiah 11:16

The LORD once called you a flourishing olive tree, beautiful with well-formed fruit. But with a mighty roar He will set it on fire, and its branches will be consumed.

John 15:1

“I am the true vine, and My Father is the keeper of the vineyard.

John 15:2

He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, and every branch that does bear fruit, He prunes to make it even more fruitful.

Romans 11:24

For if you were cut from a wild olive tree, and contrary to nature were grafted into one that is cultivated, how much more readily will these, the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree!

Ephesians 2:11

Therefore remember that formerly you who are Gentiles in the flesh and called uncircumcised by the so-called circumcision (that done in the body by human hands)--

Psalm 80:11-16

She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river…

The end cameth and no one seems to care Ender realizes. That is because we are walking in the valley of death. That is the only way people could see the Shadow boy. The Clint who wanted to be Peter Pan. Without the realization that Peter Pan was death. And the deal? Clint had traded something for well to become a vampire or shadow of the Peter Pan. Death or the living dead.. To see him sent shivers up Enders body.

This is speculative poetry about the meaning of life and all that is for the human race

Around six thousand years ago there was a race

Between angels, demons, giants, and the human race

First there was Adam and Lilith which separated the races

Adam first chance did not agree with him at all in this race

Lilith ran away to where she was caught in the Dead Sea

There she was caught and seduced two angels of a different race

From there an agreement of death to some of her race

She agreed to a thousand a day dying each day

She agreed to wonder the earth seducing mankind race

Second wife speculation here was made by the Creator while Adam watched

She was made as grace and beauty she was mother of the fae race

Adam watching her be made rejected her kind of race

I speculate here that she was a pretty race

So Adam felt alone and was the human of his race

The Creator caused him to sleep one day

That day was the fall of the human race

The Creator toke from Adam a rib for his race

A hard and forceful creation for the human race

The Creator crafted Eve for the human race

The Creator did not allow Adam to see how she would create the human race

So Adam and Eve were the start of the human race

Speculative thoughts on the human race

So the two of them were in Heaven to start the race

Both Adam on side of the garden and Eve on the other side of the garden taking care of the place

When Eve’s two guardians left her alone in a guarded place

Now here is a back story seldom discussed about this place

The Son of the creator were angels of that place

If one reads how walled the Garden of Eden was in place

One might see a guarded place

The Creator created an angel so perfect and grand

That the angel challenged the Creator for a grand

The Creator threw down the said Son to this place

Along with a third of his race

There in this new place

The grand angel of Death toke its place

For you see Death is Satan name of a race

There this grand angel devised a ploy to trick Eve of the human race

He beguiled her through use of a serpent race

The serpent had been in charge of this Garden of Eden place

Both Adam and Eve had usurped the serpents place

So a fallen angel worked together with the serpent race

You see the fallen angel could not get into this Garden of Eden place

So he used the serpent to interface with Eve

He made her promise to fed Adam a fruit of that place

He made her think thoughts of evil were good for the place

So Eve toke a fruit from that place

Forced Adam through blasphemy to eat of that place

Now speculative here this was the beginning of the human race

The Creator seeing such a site gave a promise to that race

He would send a Messiah to save that race

For who should ever believe in him would be saved from the race

Now here is some fun about that race

The Messiah for the human race

Some say Jesus Christ saved the human race

His teaching though few still survive in place

Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself in this place

Speculative how is a question of race

Prior to Christ was Abraham of a special race

The Creator was with him for fifty years in a cave place

Abraham’s challenge to Nimrod destroyed the tower of Babel that evil place

From reading it is speculative that the tower reached two miles high in some place

The Lord destroyed a third by fire, the Creator drove the tower down by a third of the place

From that place came a few more interesting speculative races

Some of the people the Creator turned to monkey in places

Some of the people the Creator turned to ghost in places

What a weird dream one has in the end times and places

So questions to frame in this state of mind are places

What has all this got to do with this here tale in place?

I am tired so I will state it in place

Christ Jesus story tells of the pottery questioning the Creators design why have you made me thus

I speculate we are here to be vessels of spirit and soul not lust

We the human races are containers of spirit filled races

Whether demons, spirits of ideals, thoughts one can not trust

We be the containers of such places

The truth is scary when you realize this waking up in the night with such a dream

Makes a person want to scream

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