Worlds Beyond
The Waldorf Catacomb
The two plants circle a
small sun, a dwarf sun, as often the term is used for planets of a small size
planets, but in this case, these two planets are the size of earth, and the sun
is small, so we can call it, a dwarf sun, that is, its size is 1/8 the size of
earth’s sun, so the analogy fits I do believe. This solar system, from these
two planets and sun, is forty light-years from earth, small as it is it is
seeable from earth’s telescope and by Hubble’s Space Telescope, in interstellar
space, without a problem. William H.
Waldorf is a psychbiologist, with a secondary doctorate in psychodynamics.
Scientists
know man will never get to physically walk on any of those two planets, but
they are of interest to them: it would take 80-years roundtrip, at the speed of
light.
Dr.
Waldorf, stationed in Darmstadt Germany, as a consultant for the Space Station
there, has been working on a special project, a system that will change time-travel,
that is to say, faster than the speed of light, where scraps and fragments of a
person, through mind projection will be patched together, as a shadow and this
shadow will travel this distance, and will be able to observe and interact with
his observations and produce actual living
conditions on those planets or for that matter any planet, once their location
is pinpointed—; a form of personification through one’s shadow. Of course it is
more complicated than that, but in laymen terms that is it in a nutshell. Let me also add, one’s shadow takes the place
of one’s physiology. While in this state
mentally you would no longer exist here on earth, while being wherever else you
may be.
Some
of the complications reside in the least movement on earth, would disturb the
gravity and molecule balance around you on the other planet; you would although
on such a planet mentally be present, interact with objects, faces, forms,
angles and color. Any disturbance—again
I repeat, involved would alter the interaction,
produce delirious implications, distorted visions, cause one’s atoms to
disrupt, whole on the visiting planet.
Dr.
Waldorf explained to his colleagues, this was a new kind of astronaut, the new
and the future. Hence, one could be
driven into transstaller life. If you can see something through a telescope,
that something you are looking at, has a trigger to project something back to
you, its image, thus, you can reverse that, to have that something pull your
image to it, but more with more personification, more embodiment.
As for
the good doctor, he had extended the barriers of the brain, modified the atoms,
their interactions, within the brain, those 100-billion molecules, that swim
around and within its nucleus, reprograming them on a map, to invade the cosmos. Once and a while the unbelievable becomes
the believable, by trial and error: so was his philosophy.
And is
it not true, two brains are better than one, and in this case it was one brain,
and one brain alone, he allowed no one to step within his circle of
experimentation, although he kept them updated, lest he lose his grant. What he
failed to look at was the law of a new environment. He had built a
contemplative vision, and visual impressions to his earthly cylinder that would
transport him to his destination: his shadow would be so light, it would not
cause a problem with travel through space and its matter, nor earth’s several
spheres. Gravity did not need to pull it, nor light, but two triggers, one from
the person to look upon the sight, and a trigger from the sight, looked upon,
that is the sight of the destination, that interaction, with the shadow of him
being as light as a feather, would project onto
his landmass, but it needed to be focused perfectly, lest he end up in the sun’s
liquid heat, and who knows what then, the inevitable.
He
took with him the laws and perspectives of his own world. He hung motionlessly
within a hung cylinder, suspended in air, warm but nearly paralyzed in place,
as to not move. His mind traveled through space and time in a quantum wave,
faster than time, one-hundredfold, light-years faster ((200-million
miles per second, thereabout?)(Or about 12-billion miles per minute, or 61.2
trillion miles per hour…? Consequently, a six hour travel span))
He
could not remember anything beyond himself peering a few times around the space
cylinder, nor could he imagine anything, nor was he in REM sleep, he fell into
a dead, lifeless slumber.
He
awoke on one of the two planets, he could strangely breathe, it had evidently a
light stratosphere, enough for a shadow, if indeed he even needed one, he was
breathing in his cylinder. He had a ghostly form, an impression of himself for
the most part, but mentally more there than on earth. He felt like a cataleptic
god of sorts, like the gods of mythology. It was as if his mind produced
atom-folded heat, he was a carbon copy of himself on earth, in shadow
contortions. As he looked about, it seemed the planet was in the stage earth
had been in during a previous Ice Age, when North America had reached its
pre-Clovis phase, thereabouts, 16,000 to 9000 B.C., he saw a mammoth, cousin to the elephant. He heard
thunder, felt the inscrutable heat of the dwarf sun.
He had
left earth 50-years old, now he was 130-years old earth time, and knew if he
returned he’d physically die, thus he, transmitted to his colleagues, that he
wanted to remain where he was, and thus, his mummified, was preserved in a
motionless coffin, called “The Waldorf Catacomb,” retained at the British
Museum, in one of its cellar backrooms, safe and soundless.
#5243/ 5-15-2016
