Rum Forrest Rum.. why Gumps story would have been better if he was a pirate..

So. My voice sounds a cross between Garfield, the cats’ and Eeyore, the donkey in Winnie the Pooh. And I sing.

I sing songs long forgotten. I sing of pirates. For I wanted to be a pirate when I grew up. But the navy would not have me.

I wanted to travel the seven seas. And swim in the oceans before Japan killed them.

In this photo? I was running late to London, England. I had crossed over from France recently, doing a tour of sorts.

Yes, people paid me. Yes, it was mostly out of pity. That poor deaf one-eyed one footed singer who sounds like a cat dying.

I had all my stuff in a pillow case suitcase and my guitar, which I could play only three cords. Reason the others were broke. And being deaf, I some tuned them out of rhyme and tune because. Well, a C sounded like a D and so forth.

Thus, my music was that of an absurd type and my voice matched. And the places I played were those bars where naked ladies were being paid. Reason? The ladies loved my music it focused their clients on them and not their surroundings or the music.

The clients usually paid me to shut down as soon as they could. Meaning if you ever hear a cat crying at night. Then think about that during the chaos of sexual pleasure. In a cathouse and realize my Winnie the Pooh voice might be pretty disturbing.

So I made my living crossing France playing at lady of the nights clubs and bookstores. That people would wonder how or who in their right mind would invite me to.

Reason? Oh, I wrote a few books here and there. Read by a select few thousand or so. Why? I tend to write truthfully and people at times want to hear that they are dead.

My life story is not for the faint of heart. I lived. Or live my life in a pillow case suitcase after all. And that I can show via photos and stories different times and realities makes those who read me wonder at times.

Latest notable work? A story about how we aged 660,000 years these past two years. How so?

Speed time and distance. In our lives, we are to travel 0.2 light years in 66 years of life. And? So?

Well, according to NASA and others, we traveled 2,000 light years. Meaning? Well, speed of earth stayed a constant. But distance changed dramatically. And so? Well Speed constant, and distance 2,000 light years. Means we aged 660,000 years these past few years. Kind of wild and, of course, I wrote the formulas with references and math etc out. And no one seemed to care but those watching for the Planet X.

That the Planet X is already here and so forth was another story. Here?

Sure. That story is written too. If you want to see the Planet X go to Google maps. Look up Fallon, Montana, and look into the sky. Then drive from Fallon Montana to Glendive Montana. Then look into the sky and realize that a simulator. Or mirror is hiding the planet and that we are or were all dead a long, long time ago. And this? This is some simulator and we are fighting the internet of things or for those into sci fiction. Cylons.

Yeap. I did not believe that until I read the ingredients of the vaccine. The little nanobots injected into the humans are killing humans, making those vaxed into toasters or Cylons. Kind of wild.

So back to the train and me running away to London, England. I sort of got the bug and decided to go unmasked across Europe. I was going to be the unmasked V. And tell people they are dead. Now. You think this is weird? Think I am singing my songs to those paying to have sex and traveling via train. And doing it all with a guitar with three strings in the tune of Garfield, the cat. Surreal? Surreal is you have made it this point in the story.

So there I was with this as my background story when I realized why should I have to wait 20 years to blow up Parliament of the United Kingdom building? If I did it now, I could cut 20 years off of building a track in the subway system. The idea appealed to me.

However, I don’t like bombs or explosions. So instead I sat in front of Parliament of the United Kingdom and started to sing my songs. Now England is a tolerant place for blind one footed gents. The darlings and The Boyz loved the songs. But the message seemed not to be getting to them.

The message? That the internet of things could not hold all of them so the vax was meant to limit their reproduction system and kill them. Sad but truthful is true.

And? The message did get to the Parliament of the United Kingdom which had me arrested for disturbing the peace after a time.

The moral of the story? Time traveller trying to change the fate of reality do not change anything and often times makes people that are trapped in hell not even realize who or what is going on around them.

Thus after I got released. I had my guitar and no pillowcase. So I left England and sought out like-minded people among the gypsies.

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