Through The Looking Glass

Can we just step through a looking glass and enter another world? Why not – there are many other worlds out there, and they are accessible to us. Some are better left alone, some are teaching fields, and some genuine alternatives. What does one need to enter another world? All you need is a portal. A mirror is an obvious portal, but you can also enter through books and paintings. Think big! Think Harry Potter. Oh, you thought Harry Potter was well done fantasy? Not really. You can walk into this world any time you want. I do.

(c) July 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Time Machine

I found the secret to traveling through time – it is called a time machine. But what exactly happens when I activate this time machine? Can I be assured that I will go back (or forward) to the exact time period that I set it for? Will circumstances from that time be what I think they will be? Will people be able to see me, or will I be able to move around incognito? If I want to, can I hold a conversation with someone from the past? Can I get resolution to issues that happened in this lifetime? How long can I stay without altering who I am? If I wanted to remain in that lifetime, could I?

June 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Book Shop

I can’t even begin to tell you when I first started coming to this bookstore. I love books – all kinds of books, but especially mysteries. Somehow esoteric and meaphysical books seem to find their way to me too. These are worlds that I can easily inhabit, that fold themselves around me and shut out the “real” world. But then, which of these worlds is real, and which is not? A good book, a good cup of coffee, and I can be lost for hours. Or is this where I really find myself, and the lost part is the day to day world? I don’t think that I want to know.

(c) June 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

Quite the thing, these trips down memory lane. We each have our own perspective of what happened. He keeps coming back and asking questions. Basically, he wants to know why. I am not sure why. I am not even sure that it happened. Well, he did disappear. We were at the lake, on the pier. It was a sunny day, but I can only see it through a haze. We were talking about moving to Paris. Then I found myself back home, but he wasn’t there. Yes, after I reported him missing I did go to Paris, where I lived for many years. On my own terms.

(c) May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Hidden Path

The hidden path is something that makes itself evident to us. We can look for it, but we will not find it. It has to find us. I hold the memory of my hidden path close to me. it mde itself evident in my early teens, and provided me with a place to go when I was feeling lost inside. I would go there, meditate, and write. I still visit there as an adult – and it always brings me home to myself. I started up the wide steps, in the middle of the forest. There was a small building at the end of these steps, not a falling down building, but a solid one. As an adult, I had purchased the property as a “placeholder”. There was no upkeep – it always stayed sturdy, waiting for me.

(c) May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Antique Mall

How unusual to have an entire mall devoted to antiques. Walking through it was like walking through another world – a world that I felt very comfortable in. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but I had the feeling that there was something here for me – not me, the antique collector, but me the individual. Something caught my eye, and I walked back to a small but nicely presented storefront. The owner greeted me, and asked if I wished to see watches. I nodded yes, although I didn’t know why. I did purchase a watch that called to me – it was a double for my deceased father’s watch. It wasn’t until I got home and saw the faint ingraving that this was indeed my deceased father’s watch.

May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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Story Time

We start out life by having stories read to us. We find that we can enter these stories, and live in their world for as long as we choose. But, in the end, we have to come back to our own world. Then we start school, and we start to hear the stories of others. Fascinating stories. We each become a part of the periphery of each others world. As we get a bit older, we learn that our stories define us. We become adept at telling the same story to different people, in different ways, so that they will see us as we want to be seen. Same stories, just narrated differently. And then we get to the point where we drop “appearances”, and allow our authentic story to be told. It is what it is, and it is ever evolving.

(c) April 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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Tea Time

Angeline sat diagonally across from her Grandmother, Geraldine. The tea cart was set beautifully with an Hermes teapot, a small plate of lemon wedges, and a small crystal bowl of sugar cubes. Geraldine’s butler Geoffry was offering slices of lemon cake and frosted petit fours. Sunday tea with Grandmother Geraldine was a family tradition – one that it was understood was not to be trifled with. Angeline glanced at her Grandmother, who gave her a small smile. After this day Angeline’s mother Beatrice would no longer be a problem. Geoffry knew his business well, and was loyal to a fault. Angeline was Geraldine’s heir apparent, and no one, not even her mother, was going to trifle with that.

(c) March 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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The Librarian

Jonathan finished filling out his request slips and handed them to the librarian. He had already handed over his briefcase for safekeeping. He put on the white gloves that the librarian handed him, and followed her into the reading room. She indicated that The Librarian would be in soon with his books. He nodded and sat down. After a few minutes, The Librarian was at his elbow, with his books. Jonathon thanked him, and let him know that nothing else would be required. He opened the first book and started looking through it. The Librarian quietly left the room. After skimming the first couple of books that he had asked for, he drew the one that he wanted to him. The message would be on page 323, the third paragraph down. It was always like this – a note from his handler telling him which book to ask for, and where in the book the message would be. The books were all archival volumes and were only to be found at the Bodleian. He never knew how much (or how little) The Librarian knew, which is why he always asked for multiple books. One cannot be too careful in this game.

(c) March 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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Winter Wonderland

I have always loved winter – it is beautiful, and one has the time to think. I have thought, and I have made my decision. The movers will be coming next Tuesday morning. Everything will be going into storage until I decide where I want to be next. My bags are packed, and I will leave as soon as the movers leave. The real estate company will bring in a cleaning crew, then they will place the house up for sale. The neighbors will be surprised, but I had to do it. They were getting a little too close to my secret.

(c) February 2021 Bonnie Cehovet

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