Time travel
2246
Three hundred
years after my birth
Written
By
Robert G. Serge
This story is fictionally based on the storyline.
The facts on my life from 1946 to and including 2007 are based on true fact
from that point on it is true fiction. Except for the letter from Albert
Einstein is truly copied from the internet and the Native American information
also
Robert G. Serge
Chapter One:
The year is 2246 three
hundred years after my birth. I was born in 1946 on June 30th. I
grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania called Punxsutawney. I graduated from
high school in May of 1966. Those were happy-go-lucky days I did not have a
care in the world. I was planning to further my education by going to an electronic institute in Pittsburgh PA. I attended two years of school I had a
wonderful lady in my life her name was Gloria Pulford from my hometown. I
graduated from there and was ready to start my working career. That’s when it
all started to fall apart I was drafted into the military then I enlisted in
the united states navy. After my training was over I was sent to my first duty
station N.O.L.T.F. which stood for Naval Ordinance lab test facility on the
continual United States Army base of Fort Monroe Virginia. That’s where I
received training on how to make and use explosives. From there I went to some
places where I will not and cannot talk about you know if I told you I would have
to kill you I think you get my drift. From there things went from bad to worse
I got shot in the leg and lost my knee came home got married and divorced with
two boys, and got married again then some more education I have a degree in
structural design. I and my wife Fran moved to Tucson AZ around February of
2007.
Over the next few years
things got very interesting I started to do more exploring of our great nation. I
learned a lot and found some really neat things that have been buried away in
some strange places. Like this letter from Albert Einstein’s letter about God.
It was written in German so here is the English translation.
... I read a great deal
in the last days of your book, and thank you very much for sending it to me.
What especially struck me about it was this. With regard to the factual
attitude to life and to the human community, we have a great deal in common.
... The word God is for me nothing more
than the expression and product of human weaknesses, the Bible is a collection of honorable,
but still primitive legends which are nevertheless pretty childish. No
interpretation no matter how subtle can (for me) change this. These subtilized
interpretations are highly manifold according to their nature and have almost
nothing to do with the original text. For me, the Jewish religion like all other
religions is an incarnation of the most childish superstitions. And the Jewish
people to whom I gladly belong and with whose mentality I have a deep affinity
have no different quality for me than all other people. As far as my experience
goes, they are also no better than other human groups, although they are
protected from the worst cancers by a lack of power. Otherwise, I cannot see
anything 'chosen' about them.In general, I find it painful that you claim a privileged position and try to defend it by two walls of pride, an external one as a man and an internal one as a Jew. As a man you claim, so to speak, a dispensation from causality otherwise accepted, as a Jew the privilege of monotheism. But a limited causality is no longer causality at all, as our wonderful Spinoza recognized with all incision, probably as the first one. And the animistic interpretations of the religions of nature are in principle not annulled by monopolization. With such walls, we can only attain a certain self-deception, but our moral efforts are not furthered by them. On the contrary.
Now that I have quite openly stated our differences in intellectual convictions it is still clear to me that we are quite close to each other in essential things, ie in our evaluations of human behavior. What separates us are only intellectual 'props' and 'rationalization' in Freud's language. Therefore I think that we would understand each other quite well if we talked about concrete things. With friendly thanks and best wishes
Yours, A. Einstein
Chapter Two:
On one particular jaunt, I made it to a place in the state known as Nevada I was near an area that was called area 51 a secret military base that is off-limits to just about everyone. Which of Corse got me even more curious so I set off on foot to explore the perimeter of area 51? I was walking for about five hours when I decided to stop and make something to eat and set up my campsite. I was in the northern end of Nevada near some small mountains I got as close as I could so I would have as much shade as possible. After some good food and some much-needed rest, I took out my maps and charts of this part of the United States to study the area and write in my log on my findings on the sights and sounds of my first day’s adventure around area 51. Which was very uneventful, except for the occasional funny look from the military? After that, it was time for some sleep.
On day two I woke refreshed and ready to go. After breaking camp, I started on my journey studying in front of me the shape of the mountain range. Something was different about them but I could not put my finger on what. I have been walking for some time the sun was at high noon the temperature was getting hot so I found some shad near these large rocks and cactuses. Pulled out my maps and some protein bars and something to drink! When studying my maps and looking at the landscape it still did not look the same you know like not looking at the same thing that is on my maps but is was hot and I just passed it off. I took out my log made notes on the maps and drew in my log what I was looking at for future references and made a decision to explore the part of the mountains that look different. But I was waiting for it to cool off a little.
As I was waiting for the sun to go down and studying my maps just before sundown the sun was shining just right. I could just make out writing on the rocks. Here what it was “Hon-Dah” which turned out to be Apache for Welcome as I was trying to get a little closer to make sure what I was seeing I read the words out loud. The rocks started to open up to my surprise. So I grabbed my backpack and the flashlight and went inside to explore. Once inside the sun went down and the rocks behind me closed. Inside written all over the walls seem to be these writings about the American Indians this is the first one.
A Vision of Hope - Chippewa
We pray that someday an arrow will be broken,
not in something or someone, but by each of humankind,
to indicate peace, not violence.
Someday, oneness with creation,
rather than domination over creation,
will be the goal to be respected.
Someday fearlessness to love and make a difference
will be experienced by all people.
Then the eagle will carry our prayer for peace and love,
and the people of the red, white, yellow, brown, and black communities
can sit in the same circle together to communicate in love
and experience the presence of the Great Mystery in their midst.
Someday can be today for you and me. Amen.
On each wall there
seemed to be more writings on American Indian history I walked for what seemed
like forever I learned a great deal about Indians, it turns out that their
beliefs are a lot like ours when it comes to religion. This next one I wrote
down so I would not forget.
You have landed at PurpleHawk's Nest. Here's
a branch for you to perch and take a little rest.
a branch for you to perch and take a little rest.
Kick-off your moccasins and wiggle your toes
You are welcome here with love and respect.
You may be troubled in Mind, Body, or Spirit.
Stay....stay and learn the Dance of Life.
You are welcome here with love and respect.
You may be troubled in Mind, Body, or Spirit.
Stay....stay and learn the Dance of Life.
Learning to live a life that maintains balance
and harmony within ourselves, with others
And with the environment is the lesson.
Life provides the tests. Our lives, as in nature,
Life provides the tests. Our lives, as in nature,
move in a circle and is often related
to planting, and harvest.
Nature teaches that life moves in circles.
Nature teaches that life moves in circles.
Our lives also move in a circle and the way
we live becomes our dance.
In the Dance of Life, our thoughts and actions are
The seeds we plant and will one day harvest!
On the last stone in
this great hall was this which I took this picture that is on the next page.
Great Spirit Prayer
Oh,
Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose
breath gives life to all the world.
Hear
me; I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me
walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my
hands respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice
Make me
wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Help me
to remain calm and strong in the face of all that comes towards me.
Let me
learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Help me
seek pure thoughts and act with the intention of helping others.
Help me
find compassion without empathy overwhelming me.
I seek
strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy
Myself.
Make me
always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when
life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame
At this point, I
stopped for a rest before going to the next chamber. After several hours later
and some much-needed rest I started into the next chamber. I found this book with
more information on the first people to live here in America.
A Spiritual
Message to America
As we stand before the dawn of a new
millennium, we pray for America's survival, our survival.
We pray that we will be given
strength by the Creator to follow in the footsteps of our forefathers to share our
love, respect, and compassion for one another. There is good in everyone because
the Creator has put a little of Himself in all of us.
We pray for forgiveness for the pain
and suffering we have caused one another.
We pray that our children will not
repeat our mistakes.
We pray that we can respect the
diversity of America; all life is sacred.
Every child born is a precious gift
of our Creator. It is our sacred trust to embrace children from all walks of
life because we are part of the same family.
We pray that children will honor and
respect their elders-that is where the wisdom comes from. This respect will not
allow forgotten elders. We are all equal, with each having our own special gift
to contribute. These values allow our youth to become leaders and workers in
our society. Children, you are our future and our hope for the people. Stand
and be courageous.
We pray to learn and use the wisdom
of all that has come before us, to achieve personal successes, and to contribute
to those of others. Only when our young ones learn respect for everything can
they evolve.
EARTH
We pray for the respect and love of
Mother Earth because she is the foundation of human survival and we must keep
her pollution-free for those who will travel after us. Protect her water, air,
soil, trees, forests, plants, and animals.
Do not just take and waste
resources. Make it a priority to conserve. The land is given to us by the Creator
to care for, not to own. If we take care of the land, the land will take care
of us.
UNITY
We should have respect for each
other. We pray for commitment and responsible behavior in order to help those
in need and to give them support and friendship. Be an example in life that
others may follow; serve people, community, and country.
We should all strive to be leaders
and contributors. Do not sit back and let others plan and do all the thinking.
Let us unite together so that we may
have the strength to protect our future. Strength comes from working through
trials and tribulations.
HEALTH
Spiritual health is the key to
holistic health. We pray to have the discipline to set healthy examples for our
children to follow.
Respecting everyone and everything
in the universe starts with self-respect. Take time to listen and take care of
your body and spirit.
FAMILY AND YOUTH
Family is important and precious.
Always let them know that they are loved. Let your children and grandchildren
know you are always there to love and support them and that they mean the world
to you no matter what they do or say. Children are of infinite value.
Live what you teach. Spiritual
values, honesty, and integrity start in the home.
We pray for the youth. We must teach
the youth to work together and respect all that is living on our Mother Earth.
We need to convey to our younger
generations that the survival of our people lies in spirituality.
PEACE
We pray to learn ways to settle differences
peacefully. Teach respect for each other's ideas. Value honesty on all levels,
from children to parents to community to governments. We will be happy when we
create peace with each other.
To the 7th Generation,
- Survive
- Keep hopes and dreams
- Take care of yourself
- Remember your spirit
- Be there for each other
- Respect courage
- Share knowledge
- Always keep learning
- Remember you are true values
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Along with this I
also found this picture of their homeland security team
After looking over
what I found I decided it was time to make camp here to make some more notes of
this part of my journey. It also was time to have some food and some much-needed sleep.
Chapter Three:
This wasn't the first time the Marines had ventured into space, not by a long shot. On February 20, 1962, Colonel John Glenn, United States Marine Corps, had become the first American in orbit, thundering into space atop a primitive Atlas-D booster. Of course, Navy astronauts were quick to point out that Alan Sheppard, a former US Navy aviator, and test pilot, had been the first American in space nine months earlier, even if his suborbital flight -- with a full five minutes in zero-G -- had also been the shortest spaceflight in history.
Major Mark Alan Garroway did not think of himself as an astronaut, even though he'd been in space for seven months, was drawing astronaut's flight pay, and was watching now as Mars drifted past the command center's main viewport. He was a passenger -- in effect, he was extremely expensive cargo -- aboard the Polyakov, one of four cycler spacecraft set to shuttling between Earth and Mars in the past decade. He was a Marine, and as far as he was concerned, sharing bridge watches with the ship's three officers-two Russians and an American -- did not make him an astronaut. That distinction was reserved for the glory boys and girls of NASA's Astronaut Corps and the Russkii Kosmonaht Vodka. Marines liked to boast that every Marine was a rifleman first and that any other job description whether that of AV-32 pilot or combat engineer, of electronics and computer specialists like Garraway or the commandant of the whole Corps was at best a minor elaboration.
Garroway was still less than enthusiastic about this mission, even after seven months in space. The routine had swiftly become tedious, especially after the magnificence of the blue and cloud-smeared Earth faded to nothing more than a brilliant, blue-white star. It was the sameness of life aboard ship, day in and day out, that ground away at his nerves, convincing him that this time, finally, once and for all, when the mission was done and he got back home, he was going to retire from the Corps at last. That tour-boat concession in the Bahamas was looking better and better with each passing watch Kaitlin, his daughter, had been accusing him of going soft, lately, in her frequent v-mails. Well, maybe she was right. It was hard to stay gang ho for twenty-five years in a Corps dying of slow starvation ... and with nothing much to show for it but a ticket to Mars and a hell of a long tour away from home.
Mark Garroway was the second-highest-ranking officer in the Marine Mars Expeditionary Force, a thirty-man unit comprised of a single, specially assembled weapons platoon on special deployment ... very special deployment. General Warhurst himself had put this op together, a last-ditch attempt at saving the US Marines from the Washington compromiser corps. Tradition might dictate that Garroway was a rifleman first, but he rarely thought of himself as such these days. He was forty-four years old and had been in the Corps for almost twenty-five years. A mustang, he'd mated out as an enlisted man, an aviation electronics specialist. When he'd re-upped after his first hitch, however, the Marines had paid for him to finish his interrupted tour at college, including stints first at MIT, and later at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh, and his area of expertise shifted from straight avionics to the obtuse, complex, and frequently highly classified electronics found in military communications, robotics, and Al computer systems. By then, of course, he'd received his commission, and he spent most of the next ten years working on classified programs at half a dozen research labs, from Aberdeen, Maryland, to Sandia, New Mexico, to Osaka, Japan.
His communications electronics expertise was the reason he was a pan of the MMEF. Technically, he'd volunteered as a CE Tech for the Marine Mars Expeditionary Force, but no less a Corps luminary than Genend Montgomery Warhurst had personally requested that he accompany the expedition, and so far as Garraway was concerned, a request by the commandant of the US Marine Corps was a direct order -- a politely disguised one, perhaps, but a direct order all the same.
Garroway’s primary responsibility on the mission was to oversee the maintenance of the Marines' computers and electronic gear -- especially the micro comp, circuits that controlled their battle armor, commo gear, and assault rifles. Vital work, certainly, but considerably less than a full-time job. If it hadn't been for the fact that he was also Colonel Lloyd's executive officer, his second-in-command, Garraway thought he would have gone mad from the boredom by now.
His eyes followed the stately drift of Mars past the control deck's windows. He still hadn't accustomed himself to the strangeness, the alienness of the world. At the moment, it looked like a small and seriously diseased orange; its overall yellow-ocher coloration was interrupted by patches, streaks, and smears of dark browns and grays. The north polar ice cap was a slender glimmer of sun-dazzled white. That band of black and dark fed along the equator was almost certainly the Valles Marineris ... the Valley of the Mariner Spacecraft. Despite over a year of study, he could recognize little else in the way of surface features save the polar cap and the three dark smudges of the Tharsis volcanoes.
And then the Polyakov's slow rotation carried the planet past the edge of the window, and he was looking at stars and emptiness once more.
To his left, Commander Joshua Reiner reached up and tapped one of the monitor displays on the console above his workstation in that annoying way people have of trying to chivvy delicate electronics into proper operation.
"Hey, Garroway?"
"'Yeah?"
"We got a fault in-camera sixty-two. No picture." Reiner tried upping the gain on the volume control. "No sound, either."
"Is the thing on?"
"Yup. Readouts say it is, anyway.
Must be a loose connection. "
The
Year is 2040.
The
Marines have landed on Mars to guard the unearthed secrets of an ancient and
dangerous alien race: Ourselves.
Scientists
have discovered something astonishing in the subterranean ruins of a sprawling
Martian city: startling evidence of an alternative history that threatens to
split humanity into opposing factions and plunge the Earth into chaos and war.
The USMC -- a branch of a military considered, until just recently, to be
obsolete -- has dispatched the Marine Mars Expeditionary Force, a thirty-man
weapons platoon, to the Red Planet to protect American civilians and interest
with lethal force if necessary.
Because
great powers are willing to devastate a world in order to keep an ancient
secret buried. Because something that was hidden in the Martian dust for half a
million years has just been unearthed . . . something that calls into question
every belief that forms the delicate foundation of civilization . . .
Something
inexplicably human. That was just one of many thoughts that were in my
dreams or were it. When I woke up I was in my bed back in Punxsutawney Pa. but I
found that the year was not 2007 but 2246 things have changed like the way we
went from place to place and how we talked to our friends instead of phone we
did everything with the computers that were always on. There was one in every
room and in our mode of transportation which seemed to run on some form of
nuclear power. To use these computers all we had to do was talk whatever or however we wanted they would be on the screens. Boy, what asleep I had! I haven’t
changed but everything else had. I seemed to be in my early 60 s
Chapter Four:
From that opening in the rock that was close to
area 51 to now which is February 2 2246 a lot has changed and I had to find
out how I got here. So I started out on foot to explore my hometown of
Punxsutawney Pa. As I was walking around everybody I meet seemed to know me and
call by name. But I couldn’t recognize anyone I met. The groundhog celebration
was still the same as it was in 2007 but everyone watched on a giant screen in
the park you know like the ones you used to see a Pittsburgh Steelers football
games. Just as a footnote they are still the best team in football and the
browns still can’t beat them. After a long day of exploring and finding out
things stayed the same, it was time for food and rest at least that’s what I
thought. So off I went to my favorite restraint at the bottom of Indiana hill
was where I had their world-famous foot-long hotdog and a peanut butter milkshake. I sat down at an outside table to try to figure out how I got here in
this time and space. So I think time travel.
Time Travel ... is it really possible?
So, where do we start? How about time? What is time? The Oxford
English Dictionary defines time as "a limited stretch or space of
continued existence”, or “as the interval between two successive events". We glance
at our wristwatches and notice the second hand slowly counting the passing
seconds. We are in our own time machines: Our hearts are pumping blood, we're
breathing; we are existing through time (at least until our own personal time
machines seriously malfunction).
What are the possibilities of moving through time at a rate different to one day per day? Common sense tells us that it's all nonsense - time travel is impossible. However, common sense is not always such a good guide. Some hundreds of years ago common sense said the man could never fly; now we travel all over the world.
The commonest objections to time travel are the so-called paradoxes. For example, if we could travel through time, imagine what would happen to a time traveler if he (or she) traveled back in time and killed their own grandmother at birth. In theory, the time traveler will therefore never be born, so the journey could never have been made in the first place; but if the journey never occurred then the grandmother would be born which means the time traveler would have been born and could make the journey ... and so on and so on. This is a paradox.
There are two possibilities to resolve this paradox. The first is that the past is totally defined, i.e. everything that has happened or must happen, including the time traveler’s attempt to kill his grandmother, cannot be altered and so nothing will change the course of history. In other words, the time traveler will experience endless "mishaps" in trying to kill their grandmother and will never achieve the murder, thus keeping time (or at least events) intact.
The second possibility is more complex and involves the quantum rules which govern the subatomic level of the universe. Put simply, when the time traveler kills their grandmother they immediately create a new quantum universe, in essence, a parallel universe where the young grandmother never existed and where the time traveler is never born. The original universe still remains. Stephen Hawking believes he can explain the origin of our universe as a variation of the theme of this parallel world.
Having explained these paradoxes how does one travel through time? The secret is to travel at speeds close to the speed of light. The main text of the website explains this in greater detail. The obvious problem with traveling very near the speed of light is that as you approach C (the speed of light) time slows down until at C time stops. How can you go faster if time has stopped? The answer involves a complex process called quantum tunneling and is discussed at length in the main text of this website. Then once the velocity becomes greater than C time moves backward and the traveler has entered the realms of negative time.
What are the possibilities of moving through time at a rate different to one day per day? Common sense tells us that it's all nonsense - time travel is impossible. However, common sense is not always such a good guide. Some hundreds of years ago common sense said the man could never fly; now we travel all over the world.
The commonest objections to time travel are the so-called paradoxes. For example, if we could travel through time, imagine what would happen to a time traveler if he (or she) traveled back in time and killed their own grandmother at birth. In theory, the time traveler will therefore never be born, so the journey could never have been made in the first place; but if the journey never occurred then the grandmother would be born which means the time traveler would have been born and could make the journey ... and so on and so on. This is a paradox.
There are two possibilities to resolve this paradox. The first is that the past is totally defined, i.e. everything that has happened or must happen, including the time traveler’s attempt to kill his grandmother, cannot be altered and so nothing will change the course of history. In other words, the time traveler will experience endless "mishaps" in trying to kill their grandmother and will never achieve the murder, thus keeping time (or at least events) intact.
The second possibility is more complex and involves the quantum rules which govern the subatomic level of the universe. Put simply, when the time traveler kills their grandmother they immediately create a new quantum universe, in essence, a parallel universe where the young grandmother never existed and where the time traveler is never born. The original universe still remains. Stephen Hawking believes he can explain the origin of our universe as a variation of the theme of this parallel world.
Having explained these paradoxes how does one travel through time? The secret is to travel at speeds close to the speed of light. The main text of the website explains this in greater detail. The obvious problem with traveling very near the speed of light is that as you approach C (the speed of light) time slows down until at C time stops. How can you go faster if time has stopped? The answer involves a complex process called quantum tunneling and is discussed at length in the main text of this website. Then once the velocity becomes greater than C time moves backward and the traveler has entered the realms of negative time.
We now know that the theoretical evidence for time travel is
considerable. There is, however, one question we have avoided until now. If
time travel is possible, where are the time travelers? There are a number of possibilities.
The most obvious and pessimistic of these is that life on Earth may simply not
survive long enough for the technology to evolve. Nuclear wars, giant asteroids
smashing into our planet, quantum instabilities developing within the Sun, etc. could
all stop mankind (or any other race) in its tracks.
Yet the absence of time travelers need
not indicate anything nearly so sinister. It is possible that they have been
here, and are here right now, but have been discreet about their presence in
order to ensure that they return to something closely approximating the future
universe of their departure. A further possibility is simply that none has
arrived in this particular universe! Many conspiracy theories are based on the
possibilities of time-traveling aliens having the ability to control all world
events on Earth while managing to remain completely hidden from our view. The
CIA may be stranger than you think.
So to summarise, we have seen some simple
ways of traveling vast distances and have noted some of their drawbacks. We
have also looked at some of the more exciting possibilities, but some more real
break-thoughts are required. New mathematical methods need to be developed and
new physical models of the universe must be conceived. Not a job for the faint-hearted! Fortune it is said to favor the brave. Nowhere will that be truer than
in the race to understand the ultimate laws of physics. The race that achieves
that first will go straight to the top of the premiership of civilizations. Let’s
make sure it's going to be us!
Using my cell phone I was able to bring this up
from the world library. Oh did I forget to say your cell phones or now the new
computers everyone has one and they are powered by a lifetime cell. No keyboard
you just speak into them.
So back to
the cave, I stumbled in back in the year 2007 was it a cave, or was it a portal
to another time and place like I find myself now. And if so I need to find out
more. What better place to start than
that cave. I went back to my house on Pine Street. When I got there I packed up
all my old maps for my trip back to area 51 in Nevada. It takes less time to travel
now than it did in 2007. You see my car is just a little different you can drive on the roads like you did back in 2007
or through a switch and your car raises off the ground tuck it’s wheeled in and
fly. It takes about five hours to get there this way.
Chapter Five:
Maybe this is
a good time for us to talk about our mood of transportation in the year 2246. Where to begin in the years that preceded the Iraq war and our fight on
terrorism gas prices were so high that airlines
went out of business our government had to come up with a new form of fuel. We
tested wind power, Sun power, electric power, and finally nuclear power. That
is when all the automakers in the U S A started to work as one. They recruited
some of the best scientific minds in the world to come up with a workable plan
that would work for everyone in the world. We came up with a car that can run
on the ground when you were traveling around where you live if you travel out of
your home area you can fly to save time and money. The car looked like this.
After I got done learning how to drive
this new mood of transportation it was time to get back to my travels. Because
I still needed to know how I got here at this time and place. Now back at my
house on Pine Street I was going through all my information on my travels to
plan my return to area 51.
Chapter six:
Now all the plans for returning to Area
51 near Las Vegas Nevada have been completed. So I packed my gear into my car
and off we drove. When I drove to the top of Indiana hill when I switched to
flying mood got to just above tree level. So I spent the next hour or so
learning how to fly my car and not hit anything. Now it’s time to set my flight
plan and I decided it was time to do some sightseeing in this great country of
ours.
My first stop Was Pittsburgh PA because I wanted to see if the Steelers still play football in this time and space yes
they do. So I spent about three hours flying over Pittsburgh and taking
pictures. Here is a picture of the Steelers home in 2246.
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After that stop, I continued on my
journey toward Area 51, after about six hours I have reached my destination. I
landed as close as possible to where I was in 2007 and made camp, camouflaged
my car. It was dark so I decided to eat, rest so I could start early and fresh
in the morning.
When I woke up early in the AM, I got
out my maps and drawings to see if I could find where I started this journey
back in 2007. But has luck has it nothing look the same and I knew that it
would a long day. On day one I walked for about five hours looking here and there and
could not find the opening to that cave I found back in 2007. So I decided to
make camp for the night so I made a fire and had some good food for energy for
the day.
Day Two started out the same way as day
one did. I woke up early checked my maps made some notes so I could look in a
different area. This went on like this for the next two weeks and the same results
no luck.
Now it is day fourteen and I decided to
just reflect on what I have done to this point. I spent relaxing and reading my
maps, looking for some fresh food to eat for energy. Before you know it was
midnight so I decided to get some sleep and start fresh tomorrow. So I woke up
early morning with two Marines standing over me and asking me if I was alright.
I said I was fine at that point they told me they were part of a search party
that was looking for me for about a month.
The year was 2007 time travel is
possible. The End.
