Magical portal Bookstore. if we don't have it.. no one has..

I have told the story already of how I found the bookstore in Bozeman, Montana in 1994 which was actual 1986? If you have not read that it is called Cafe Shi.

I however kept finding the Magical Bookstore every so often in different locations throughout my life. And? Cafe Shi was not that far behind.

The two magical portal stores allowed me to time travel to places you would not believe. See things that you could not believe. Live things that only you could imagine if you did read.

The owner of the bookstore a Mr. Whoo is described elsewhere of course. And his as was his custom would ask “Is there anything I can help you with?” The way he said it and while the creature was stunning the manner made me think I was being served by a English butler or a servant of the higher class. It made me feel special for a change.

The issue? He would not accept credit cards. And required hard currency. Meaning? No fiat or paper money. Only coins. Imagine having to drag a hundred dollars worth of silver around in the 90s when the price was like 3.8 an ounce.

Nevertheless, I kept from my first experience where I was allowed a credit card purchase because of someone else there to bring along with me silver coins.

And? Well, I was stationed in Washington, D.C. A sort of meeting that is another story. With outcomes far reaching and mildly amusing. I had taken the underground rail to the Pentagon gotten off. Walked pass security on the right side of the track into the station office. From there well, the underground line to the meeting took like 15 minutes to get to. Security checks eye checks, etc. A lot of “Is there anything I can help you with?” While I dug for this paper or that pass or security badge or had to fish out a phone number to the general that I was to report to because evidently i was not on the list. Aide-de-camp of the last of the ten generals. My ass or foot which ever is used in this reality. They did not know who I was and I? Well, I was telling you a different story, wasn’t I?

Anyway, that is a different tale. Anyway, after the absurd meeting I went my way and found outside an alley the mystic bookstore appearing out of the fog.

Which was wild. Why? I was there in April. The cherry blossoms were great, and the heat was extensive. And fog at that moment in time should have been unheard of just because of the weather.

Nevertheless, there it was and fog. And I?

I had a bad day and wanted to read and escape reality, to be honest. So I went in. And?

Spend the next six or seven hours looking at books from Mona Lisa the Russian poetry by de Vinci and who had it after the Czar to some KGB general. Who evidently hung it in his bathroom to hide it from Stalin. To a rear admiral’s book of the English fleet description of the Czar’s two daughters escaping via train and living out their lives elsewhere. To a book on cloning written by a person in Billings, Montana, on cloning. Silly? No. Multiverse exists. And anything written down exists. sh.. It is a secret or a state secret. Not supposed to tell.

Anyway, I had found the Wandering Mind through the Multiverse again. The book is wildly different from one book to another. Meaning? One book the guy starts off as a military person in Florida. Another a person living in 1600s as a pirate. In yet another tale of a poor soul lost in Bolivia of all places.

Wild. I recommend you read it. The numbers don’t match. Meaning? Seems his mind is thrown into a quantum loop in yet each memory of locations, wars, etc changes. Like his description of the rapture losing 2 billion or 1.2 billion people and describing worlds where the worlds population in 2016 was at 20 to 15 to 12 to 9 billion going all the way down to 6 billion.

Very clear writing. If you don’t have the time I suggest you skip looking for it.

Anyways, I got that book and a map by one Ender the pirate. Wonderland and where to find the lost Inca gold. Rubbish? In this world maybe. But in one of those worlds I am pretty sure he describes in detail a journey he takes with some Germans of all people to a city surrounded by mountains in or around Chile/Bolivia and there? There he describes finding raw materials diamonds, rubes, etc that make a wealthy man look poor.

It was or is quite a map, and the legend and story attached to it was well worth the price. After those short hours of reading. I paid up and went next door to Cafe Shi.

There I met the author or two and we spoke of how wars, realities were going on.

Their version of reality and mine completely different and we had a wonderful time. The lady dragon hostess always right there to serve. To ask: “Is there anything I can help you with?” She was a marvel.

Anyway, we discussing a new occurrence. Videos and the like and how they reflected reality these days. Seemed like majority of them seemed to think video had killed imagination in the young. Which was sad.

Then? The story teller showed up. He was something that night. He retold the stories of Solomon. Jewish lore of the pathways and hidden WAYS.

Meaning? Solomon was a magician and traveled what is known to you as the WAYS. This time frame let me think.

Ah yes. Read the Wheel of Time by Robert or Richard Jordan. The Ways a marvellous adventure. However, if you get offered to go there, don’t unless you know who, where, and what cost you will have to pay to get in or out. From personal experience you can get lost easy. And cheap maps that say go left at the cross road often mean a dip in the road as the cross road and you will get lost in there forever. Not a very nice place. I think Borges writes about it these days. Something like a library or mirror worlds.

Anyway, Solomon in the story teller tells how he is responsible for killing all his sons except one. So? Well, he had something like 3000 women and each had a son or two or kid. And?

Well, evidently Solomon was horny in this tale and wanted a pretty girl whose mom was a priestest of Baal's for sex with her daughter or something like that. She was evidently beautiful.

So instead of killing the evil one. He asked for her. And her mom said sacrifice your son to whatever god she served.

And? Solomon said no. So she said take these grasshoppers as a representation of your sons. And he did it. And?

Well, all his sons died except the one that sat on his throne after him.

Pretty boring story as I write it here. But the story teller told it was flare and well more detail and a lot of hand motions.

Now it is custom to tell a story and receive a story. And? I had come with a story of quantum entanglement. Actually it was the last meeting i was in.

They had created life between energy etc. Only problem was the life they created was intelligent enough and seemed to think that they. ie Humans or the creators were deemed less than worthy. Meaning? It wanted to control their every action. Seemed stupid. Why create something to control them? Their plan was to create something to fight heaven.

The goal? Zombify the human population to fight the giants that come out of the ground in Mexico, China, and Turkey. While fighting them with wifi directional movement of massive herds of humans to attack the giants. And? Well in simulation if they turned 98 percent of the world into zombies the chances of success seemed high.

Problem? Zombies just are not controllable and the leaders of the worlds were this happened were eaten to.

Seems absurd I know. But I work for absurd people before.

And the moral of the story asked the storyteller? Once you taken the djinn out of the bottle there is no one like Solomon to put the djinn back again. Djinn being genie.