The Cantor Dimension

by Delarose, Sharon

  Could there be a familial link between John Perry and William Parry? Colonel John Perry's daughter Anne married Isaac Pyke, the Governor of St. Helena. Biographies of Edmond Halley the astronomer show him living on the island of St. Helena from 1676-1678, and sailing between Java and St. Helena from 1731-1732. Pyke was Governor of St. Helena in 1731-1732. So Edmond Halley's family, and John Perry's family, both had ties to St. Helena.

  Captain William Parry's family also had ties to St. Helena. His sister married Sir John Eardley-Wilmot, whose son Sydney sailed on the HMS Zealous to St. Helena. So while astronomer Edmond Halley would not have personally known astronomer William Parry, there is every likelihood that their families met somewhere along the way or were connected through John Perry.

  Such a connection would link Parry of Parry's Arc, the compass, crystals, and the magnetic North Pole to Edmond Halley of the compass and comet, knowledge of archeology and geophysics, and his friendship with Isaac Newton who believed in the powerful Philosopher's Stone.

  We know that Halley made a prototype-compass composed, in part, of Xenotime crystals and Chrysanthemum Stones. Xenotime crystals are found in the rare 'Chrysanthemum Stones' of Japan, dating back millions of years to the Lower Permian age when all of the Earth's land masses were thought to have been one giant super-continent known as Pangaea14. The crystals grew around the fossil debris of brachiopods and gastropods in a flower pattern. These Chrysanthemum Stones, known as 'kiku-ishi' in Japanese, are made of radiating zircon and Xenotime crystals in a base of basalt rock, and are found at Mount Funabuse in Japan.

  The term 'Xenotime' comes from the Greek 'xenos' meaning 'foreign' or 'foreigner' and 'time' which refers to the hope of finding a new item. 'Basalt' in Greek means 'touchstone.'

  So here we have a rare type of crystal whose name translates as 'foreign time' or 'the hope of finding a new foreign item' and which is found embedded in a type of rock known in ancient times as a 'touchstone.' One could almost imagine our ancestors believing in a touchstone that could transport you into a foreign time. Did the Bats people who believed in the Keepers of Time and the Eternal Timeline, and who Peter Simon Pallas of the famed Pallasite meteorites wrote about, have such a touchstone to travel through time made from a Pallasite meteorite? Is that why they worshipped the time gods and the Lord of the Rocks?

  "I'm still not seeing it, Cindy. While all the talk of meteorites and crystals is interesting, I'm not seeing the proof. Hints and suggestions aren't the same as proof."

  "Have you gotten to the part about the human brain yet?"

  "Only that our brain has crystals in it."

  "Well then keep reading, Brody. It gets better. All the pieces get tied together in strange and wonderful ways. Sometimes the truth really is stranger than fiction!"

  A research study published in 1992 proved that scientists had discovered a form of magnetite that exists in the human brain which bears a strong resemblance to magnetotactic bacteria, a type of bacteria known to orient itself along the magnetic field lines of Earth's magnetic fields. Albertus Magnus of the famed Philosopher's Stone studied the human brain as one of his peculiar interests.

  Magnetotactic bacteria possesses magnetosomes which are made up of magnetite crystals that act like a compass needle, which 'moves' the bacteria when exposed to geomagnetic fields so that it aligns the magnetic field.

  The microscopic measurements taken of the human brain suggest that at least five million of these magnetic crystals exist for every gram of brain tissue, and more than one hundred million crystals exist for every gram in the membranes surrounding the brain. Magnetite in the human brain may account for a variety of biological effects in humans from magnetic fields.

  If a person were exposed to a strong enough magnetic field, amplified by an external crystal, would their cells realign toward the location of the magnetic field? If the crystal, perchance, was the rare Xenotime crystal that our ancestors associated with a 'foreign time,' would it be possible to realign one's entire self to that foreign time?

  The Cantor Space is zero-dimensional whereas space-time, which might be used for time travel, is four-dimensional. Intersect the zero-dimensional Cantor Space with the four-dimensional space-time continuum and you end up with the Cantor Dimension which is a wormhole through space and time. At the one end you would need a way to open the wormhole, and a way to orient the 'compass point' of the wormhole to a specific point in space-time.

  We know that an exciton particle is the bound state of an electron and a hole. While the exciton has less energy than an unbound electron and hole, the wave function of the bound state is what is known as an 'exotic atom state.' In theory, this means that exciton particles are needed to open the wormhole.

  Jacob believed that his Betyl stone, which was a meteorite, opened a 'gate to heaven.' As Pallasite meteorites are made up of exotic cumulates, the combination of a magnetic Pallasite meteorite and a Xenotime crystal could in theory, interact with the millions of crystals in the human brain in such a way as to realign a person to a different time, just as Jacob's stone opened his 'gate to heaven.'

  The concept of the 'hole' was first discovered by Russian physicist Yakov Frenkel, who wrote the 'Kinetic Theory of Liquids.' He demonstrated that neutral excitation of a crystal by light is possible, with an electron remaining bound to a hole created by an exciton particle. William Parry's discovery of the Parry Arc is the perfect example of light interacting with crystal. Parry Arcs are created when light passes through two sides of a double-oriented hexagonal column crystal creating a rare type of halo.

  An electron hole is described as being similar to a bubble in a bottle of water. One could, in theory, travel safely through the water enveloped in that bubble.

  Edmond Halley designed a compass using a rare Chrysanthemum Stone for the compass rose which came from the Mount Funabuse mine in Japan. This Chrysanthemum Stone had Xenotime crystals naturally set in a flower-like pattern embedded in a basalt base. As we know, basalt was called a 'touchstone' in ancient times. The compass also had a Xenotime crystal face and used a peridot bearing made from a Pallasite meteorite.

  Halley designed this compass as a special gift and he only created three: one for his father, presumed stolen when his father was murdered; one for his friend Isaac Newton which may have been destroyed in the fire which was started by Newton's dog Diamond, and which destroyed 20 years of Newton's work; and one for his wife Mary, which would be the compass handed down through the Parry descendants and thus now be in my custody along with the other bizarre Parry memento: my great-great-grandfather's tail pickled in a jar.

  Brody laughed until the tears came. "Seriously? Max came from the men with tails? You almost had me with all this, Cindy, but that's just beyond belief..."

  Cindy laughed along with him. "But you believe that Max is descended from both Cantor and Halley and that the compass is real? You said yourself that Max had quite a collection of compasses. Why couldn't one of them be Halley's?"

  Brody let out a whistle in agreement that it was possible, especially considering the Pallasite ring he knew Max possessed.

  Halley's compass is surrounded by six small dials that one can manually set to represent the latitude and longitude of a given location. The dials originally had no purpose except for decoration and were set with the coordinates of the recipient's home upon giving the gift. The compass itself works perfectly and is designed to be a pocket compass.

  What Halley could not have predicted was that his compass with its rare Chrysanthemum Stone, Xenotime crystal face, peridot bearing, and global coordinate dials, when brought into contact with a Pallasite meteorite, could interact in conjunction with the crystals in the human brain to open a wormhole that would transport the holder through space and time. The coordinate settings on the compass would determine the location for the other end of the wormhole.

  If one were wearing a ring made from a Pallasite meteorite with at least one carat of peridot and enough exotic cumulates, and this ring ca
me into close proximity to Edmond Halley's compass as it would if you were holding the compass in the hand that was wearing the ring, under the right conditions a wormhole could theoretically open.

  Sunlight would need to hit the crystal face of the compass in such a way as to excite the crystal as Frankel described so as to bind the electrons to a hole, and thus a time bubble would form.

  The exotic particle magnetic field from the Pallasite meteorite would activate the liquid crystal cells within the brain, reorienting every cell of the body to align itself to the same pattern as the space-time bubble. Just as Jacob's Betyl Stone opened the 'gate to heaven' in the Book of Genesis, you would thus be able to travel safely through the wormhole protected by the Cantor Dimension inside the bubble, 'rematerializing' at the other end.

  The length of time that the compass is in contact with the ring determines how far in time one travels, and the direction the traveler is facing when he opens the wormhole determines whether he travels forward or backward in time. Facing west, one travels backwards in time, and facing east, one travels forward, in perfect conjunction with the time zones. The act of holding the compass in the same hand that is wearing the ring is enough to activate the wormhole, providing the sun were reflecting off the compass face, and for every one second of time they are held together, one day will pass.

  Brody put the papers down, his head spinning with the implications of what he'd read, and Cindy described Max's discovery of his ability to time travel. "Max wrote that he'd gone back in time, physically, to the time that the courthouse in St. Charles burnt down. He was there, in the courthouse, while it was burning. He was running through the halls trying to find a way out and the exits were all blocked by the fire. He thought he was going to die, unable to activate the wormhole without sunlight. Smoke was all around him and he was gasping for air.

  "He finally ran into a room with big windows where the records were kept, smashing his way out through a window and into the sunlight where he could activate a wormhole. He had the foresight to grab some blueprints as proof he was there. As you know, all of the courthouse records were destroyed in that fire."

  Brody jumped up, excited. "The blueprints! I saw them! They were on the coffee table!"

  "Where are they now?"

  "The police have them I guess." Brody sat down and slumped back into his chair. "I didn't take them. He hadn't stamped them with the cube so I didn't think they were important. Shit. Now Max is in trouble over them. They said on the news that a set of blueprints connected Max to the bank robbery and now they're looking to arrest him. Why the hell didn't I take them? Now Max is in trouble because of me..."

  "Hey Brody, stop that! None of this is your fault. If anyone's to blame it's Max himself. If the blueprints were important he should have stamped them. Right?"

  "Yeah maybe. But I should have just taken all the damn papers out of his house instead of just picking through a few. Then none of this would have happened."

  "You don't know that Brody. Maybe it would have happened anyway. Sometimes things happen in spite of what we do because they're supposed to happen. Besides, you're forgetting the main thing here: Max is still missing."

  "Yeah! And that's the one question you haven't answered," Brody paused. He studied Cindy's jubilant face. She was obviously taken in by all this time travel stuff. "Where is Max now?"

  Her face fell. "I don't know. He's obviously in another place or time. That's why the police won't be able to find him. I don't know about the bank part. Brody, do you think he did it? Do you think Max robbed that bank? We still don't know how he makes his money. Maybe he used his new toy to get rich. How could you not be tempted?"

  It was Brody's turn to frown. His face looked weary and drawn and a sour expression marred his normally good looks. His chin drooped, making his face appear much longer than it was. The eyes of an old man peered out from Brody's young face. He lowered his eyes trying to shield them from Cindy's questioning gaze. They were brimming with tears.

  "I don't know, Cindy. I don't know. I wish to hell I knew in my heart that he didn't but my heart's got too damn many questions."

  Cindy took his hand. Softly she said, "I'm sorry, Brody."

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  Rochester, New York

  Jimmy had been relieved to drop Ellen off and be on his way. This whole situation made him extremely nervous. He felt bad to have barged in on Mr. Phillips and he was convinced now more than ever that the problem lie with Ellen and not with he or Mr. Phillips, in spite of the weird photographs.

  As much as he cared for Ellen he didn't want to get involved with any sort of funny business. He preferred his life to stay on an even keel. Ellen, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on adversity as could be seen by the motley assortment of "friends" she picked up. Perhaps it was time to reconsider their relationship.

  Ellen's thoughts were running along similar lines as she curled up in her tattered brown arm chair thinking about her relationship with Jimmy. She'd always been able to count on Jimmy no matter what else was going on in her life. Reliable, trustworthy, good-hearted, thoughtful, and fun to be with... perhaps it was time to prod the relationship to its next logical step with an eye toward marriage. Ellen smiled, envisioning herself in a beaded white wedding dress arm in arm with Jimmy, handsome in a black and white tuxedo which would clearly emphasize his dark good looks.

  A sudden shriek startled her. She leapt from the chair and ran toward the front door away from the insistent shrieking. "No, no, no! Wrong way!" her mind screamed as she ran back toward the bathroom. The shrieking grew louder as she burst through the bathroom door. On the bathroom counter lie the culprit - her alarm clock. According to the clock it was 6 a.m. Monday morning, time to get up for work.

  Ellen frowned, shaking her head. This wasn't possible. Jimmy had just dropped her off a few minutes ago. By Ellen's estimation it should still be Sunday afternoon. The clock on the wall verified the time: 6 o'clock - but was it 6 a.m. or 6 p.m.? Sunday evening or Monday morning? She glanced out the window. It was dark outside. Ellen swore. "Damn! I hate wintertime! You can't even tell what time of day it is - it's dark out no matter what. Damn!" She checked the internet. It was Monday morning.

  Ellen put on a fresh pot of coffee. She hated when this happened. Ever since she was a little girl time had a habit of getting away from her. She'd never told anyone, especially her mother, who had terrified her with threats to send her off to the fate of great-aunt Martha if she didn't toe the line. Even Jimmy didn't know about these lapses in time, not that it made any difference. Jimmy was so understanding that he'd probably just give her a big hug and tell her not to worry.

  Ellen finished her coffee and got ready for work. Her job as a receptionist for Hall's Decorating Company had seen her through nearly ten years of ups and downs. It was the only thing that had remained stable in her life. Just as she was about to head out to her car there was a loud knock on the door. Who'd be bothering her this early in the morning? Puzzled, she answered it. "Hey Ellen, ready to go?" An attractive middle-aged woman in a bright red coat smiled a friendly greeting.

  "Excuse me?"

  "Are you ready to go?"

  "Go where?"

  "To work, silly!" The woman laughed, her eyes twinkling. She fingered the pin on her lapel - three silver bells under a red and green ribbon jingled. "See my latest? Pretty nifty, huh?"

  Ellen remained silent. The woman eyed Ellen thoughtfully. As if reaching a decision she picked up Ellen's purse and coat, then brusquely steered Ellen expertly out the door locking it behind them, then down the stairs and into her car.

  "You've got those Monday morning doldrums again, I see. Come on, sweetie, let's go before we're late."

  Ellen was perplexed. "But..."

  "You've got to lay off the bubbly on Sunday nights, sweetie. We've been this route before. In case you'd forgotten your car is in the shop and even if it weren't, by the looks of those snowy white lumps in the parking lot it'd take
you a half hour to dig out and warm up... so hop in!"

  Ellen got into the car with an odd feeling that this had happened before. That was another thing she hadn't shared with Jimmy, these occasional bouts of strangeness. She studied the woman out of the corner of her eye as they drove down Route 250 toward the city. The woman sensed her observation and smiled.

  "A couple cups of coffee and a cinnamon bun smothered with thick, gooey icing and you'll be alright," the woman promised. "You really should consider taking it easy on Sunday nights for a change, though. You're a sweet kid, Ellen, but Mr. Hall isn't going to coddle you forever. He can't afford to."

  Ellen stared blankly out the window, shutting her mind away from the unwanted information she was receiving, switching instead to thoughts of Pat. Ellen wasn't the only person that morning with her mind on Pat Phillips.

  Sitting at his desk, Detective Gorman drummed his fingers and frowned in deep concentration. So many questions - so few answers. He had run a routine check on Pat Phillips. There were several Pat Phillips in the Rochester area but none of them matched the birth date he'd been given. He hadn't expected them to. He had put out an APB on the Volkswagen with no results. The car was a sticky spot in his theory. Why would they describe such an unusual car for a girl who obviously didn't exist? It would have made more sense to pick a common car, something you'd find in every parking lot, unless of course they had an impostor lined up to play the part of Pat Phillips such as the girl in the photographs. Ah, now that made sense. He leaned back in his chair, an inner smile smoothing his normally harsh features. Their plan was impressive and it might have even worked if Mr. Phillips hadn't had the foresight to call the police while their scam was still in its early stages.