by John Panella
The Day the Earth Fell Backwards
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Time-Loop Chronicles
The Day the Earth
Fell Backwards
John V Panella – Author
©2014 All Rights Reserved February 17th 1st edition
©2015 All Rights Reserved February 17th Revised 72215920A
Fiction – The Imagination of Possibilities
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About Author
John V. Panella has been writing off and on for over 40 years. Back in the early 70’s he dabbled in writing scripts for television shows and movies for personal enjoyment.
It was then in the 80’s he began to get serious and started writing about potential errors in our historical archives and records.
This led him into a series of writings and his first book dealing with codes, prophecies, history, religion and spiritual belief paradigms.
For the last 25 years he has spent a lot of his time sharing his discoveries, writing hundreds of articles, magazines, and many books.
Then one day he decided why not go back to his past and leave the non-fiction genre behind for a while and get back to his first love, Science fiction and time travel.
Instead of trying to fit all of the pieces of our past, why not change a few of them with scenarios that make you wonder, what if this happened, or that happened, and what if what we have been told is simply not true?
After spending so much dedicated time trying to make sure everything he wrote about was accurate, he decided, why not throw it all up in the air, and let the chips fall where they may.
What if our history was wrong, who would know? Was any of us personally aware to prove it one way or the other? Is there a possibility of a totally different history than we have been told?
What if our accepted sacred stories and heroes were not what we had believed, but were somehow different? What if the times of these stories were not thousands of years ago, but mere hundreds?
What if time travel was possible, and we could use it at will to learn a much different past? What if ancient stories of ancient Indian tribes disappearing had a totally different story behind them than what we have originally perceived?
What if things today that we take for granted is a controlled deception? What if the world is a virtual play station world and none of it is real?
What if space, along with our sun, moon and stars are not what we have believed, but in truth it is nothing but a big interactive movie screen, with a few exceptions?
From strange stories to historical conundrums, this author has decided to tackle all of them in this fascinating science fiction tale, “The Time-Loop Chronicles – The Day the Earth fell backwards.”
Nothing is sacred, nothing is tangible, the table has been overturned, and now where ever the chips have fallen that is where they must lie.
Not even the story behind this book fits according to everyday logic. The twists and turns will leave you scratching your head as to what happened, how did it happen, and when did it happen?
And yet when it is all over you will be saying to yourself, could this possibly be true? Well, maybe not, that will be for you to choose.
One thing is for sure, it will stoke the fires of your imagination, and leave you pondering more questions rather than accepting histories sacred answers.
Preface
The adventure begins with the protagonist walking down a path early one morning and he discovers a strange anomaly. It is a cave inside a red rock mesa in Southern Utah.
He stumbles upon a door that leads into the past, to another world maybe even another dimension.
Yet was any of it real, or was it a dream? The central character meets an ancient courier bringing with them information that could rattle the entire world.
The protagonist carefully does as he was instructed only to find out the world is not what anyone would have believed it to be.
Now struggling with his demons, he goes on a mission to uncover the mysteries of reality only to get lost in time.
As time moves along, all that information that was received is now gone, it slips the mind leaving a nagging imprinted memory with no plausible proof.
The journey is all but convoluted from the moment it begins to its amazing end.
Imagine a world that is stuck in a time-loop due to an inherent error of the Earth’s rotation, and after an exact set of years the entire world reverts back to a specific date in history, and starts all over again, proving nothing is new under the sun.
Revealing even deeper insight that this is a never-ending story that everyone has experienced over and over again, even though few ever awaken to this beguiling repetition that one may even call hell.
An eternal existence in the dream world of the mind.
Imagine figuring out the key to crack the code to this amazing journey that will free you from its tight grip.
This story is going to take you on a very curvy path, leading you step by step into ideas, theories, worlds and counter worlds that will seem wholly false, and yet…
Deep down in the depth of your mind, no matter how crazy and off the wall it all seems on the surface, there will still be a ring of truth in it. Your adventure begins now!
Table of Contents
The Journey Begins
Time-Loop Chronicles
About Author
Preface
Table of Contents
(1) My Encounter
(2) The Doorway to the Past
(3) The Two Worlds
(4) Historical Enigma
(5) Old Script New Information
(6) New World Order
(7) The Generation that lost it all
(8) The Mystery of Time
(9) The Great Culling
(10) The 360˚ Cycle
(11) Mystery of the Calendar
(12) Dynamics of the Reset
(13) The Lost Dark Ages
(14) The Awakening of the Soul
(15) The Kingdom on Earth
(16) Multi-dimensional Awareness
(17) The Three Races of People
(18) Back to the Future
(19) Government Interference
(20) The Moon from another time
(21) The Holographic Sun Projector
(22) Vortex doorway
(23) Past Lives
(24) Antarctic-Arctic controls
(25) The Illusory world
(26) Returning from Somewhere
(27) Beyond the Dream Gate
(28) The Very First Day
(29) The Realization
(30) End of the Age
(31) The Awakening
DISCLAIMER
(1) My Encounter
“That which has been is that which will be, and that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one might say, “See this, it is new”? Already it has existed for ages which were before us.…”
The Hike - Mystery of the Ruins
My story begins, it is June 12th, 1984 we are having a normally warm beginning to our summer.
What I am writing in this notepad is going to seem unbelievable, if it did not happen to me, I would deem it ‘lunacy’ of the mind. I can't even begin to comprehend how all of this could took place, but what I am about to reveal will change every paradigm that you ever believed in.
I realize that most people will not give this a second thought that it will seem farfetched and it will become impossible to ever conceive of. Yet what I am about to disclose was revealed to me
on a hike in the Red Rock Mesas of Southern Utah.
All I ask of you is to read my story and try to comprehend what it was that I was revealed. Realizing that something of this magnitude is too massive to be an invention of the mind; or is it?
According to what I discovered, if we do not take heed to this warning, then we are all about to see major earth changes occur that will send all of us into another time and place.
I am not talking about terrible cataclysmic events per say, although these will indeed occur. I am talking about a shift in our entire consciousness, which will further the amnesia in everyone that is transported to the other side of time.
My incredible journey begins and yet as you will discover, it is not the beginning, and in fact this journey may have been played out time and time again in the ancient past.
The trail was very hot today, it feels like 100˚ in the sun, but that can be normal this time of the year, and the wind has slowed to a breath. I had just wandered into a lost Anasazi ancient burial ground.
Some of the artifacts there I’m told are 900 years old. It is amazing how some of their clay mixed fortresses and also cave walls are still apparent after all of this time. However the mystery of these people has long been forgotten.
No more than an hour away, is a small thriving modern day town where I live, and yet these ancient elements buried beneath our feet seem to leap to the surface and scream out their stories in the hope that someone would remember their flight and fight of endurance.
History seems so different upfront and personal. All of the lore and myth begins to wear away as we peer into the past gaining a new perspective of what seems somewhat unmistakable. And as it touches the depth of our own memories, it reveals the possibility that we might have actually walked this path and endured its hardship before.
I decided to sit down and take a swig of water out of my canteen, which is now three-quarters empty. I can't take too many chances out here, I know the terrain can be confusing and even to the avid experienced trekker one could get lost and vanish in time.
I had hiked about ten minutes from the last dig, which was somewhat unknown. Most of us do not like telling others where we discover these ancient relics.
We simply do not want the masses of tourism to distort or destroy these ancient marvels. So we often keep our discoveries to ourselves making sure few tread upon these lost ruins.
At this point I decided about turning around and heading back before it gets too late. Once the sun goes down chances of ever getting out of here are slim and none, and would force one to bed down for the evening under the stars.
I had noticed a small stream a little ways up, actually I could hear it first, and then slowly meandered my way over to the sound of its flowing. I could sense the coolness of the stream when I decided to reconcile this heat by pouring some of its exquisite H2O over my head.
As I walked near the water I took a casual glance looking over to the southwest, peering through the trees, I realized the sun was noticeably getting lower in the sky.
I was able to see a small red rock mesa protruding from the ground like a sore thumb blended into the trees surrounding, its height was about thirty feet tall with a flat ridge on top.
And near the northeast side I noticed what appeared to be a strange curvature in the wall face that was somewhat hidden by trees and branches as what appeared to be a door or an entrance of some type.
I was deeply intrigued by the appearance of this rock face, as it seemed quite odd to me. It was as if the rock had patterns designed into the surface, and it did not look natural.
That alone had me thinking, who could possibly have designed this pattern out here. It was a small rounded shaped pattern about seven feet high made of what appeared to be laser cut rock, and it was no more than six feet wide appearing as a doorway entrance.
It was heavily crafted, meaning the entrance looked as if it had some sort of art with designs and etchings engraved into the curvature of the stone surrounding, what appeared to be a door, almost alien like.
This was obviously not the work of some ancient people, this appeared as technologically advanced imprinted rock sculpture, but gave off the appearance of being very old.
It didn’t make any sense why someone would be out here fastening a doorway into the walls of this mesa. It was an obvious enigma. But I copied the strange writing into my notepad.
I stared at the writing to try to ascertain some meaning. But no matter how long I tried, none of it made any sense. Some of the symbols looked familiar, most of them did not. It is obvious that there is a message here, but I do not have the scientific know-how to crack this code.
I have never seen these designs before, they appear more like pictures rather than writing, almost in the sense of being an ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic, but it is not correct as to what I have seen before.
After I splashed some water on my face from the stream, it was time to investigate the anomaly of this rock face, because it was too inviting to let it pass by. I had to find out for myself why there was such an entrance-way into this mesa, and who could have built it, and for what reason.
I had to somewhat climb over a fallen tree that was in the path to this door, and I took a few acceptable scrapes and cuts along the way. There was no trail out here, this was definitely off the beaten path, as one might say. There were no signs of invitation, it just seemed so out of context to see a doorway in a mesa hidden behind brush and trees.
This strange walled cave entrance that most likely no one would have seen unless they were in the exact spot I was in, did not have any rhyme or reason for its existence.
Yet the doorway was technologically modern, and as I got closer I realized to my stunned heart, which was now taking a few extra beats, that there was indeed a door. A small rounded thick rock door as if elves built it, and it was partially opened as it appeared to swing by some strange latch that allowed for easy swing movement.
It is true, I am an adventurer but I do not like danger. Those things that I do not understand, I do not usually like blindly walking into wherewith it might not have my best interest at heart.
There was something about this door that really kept my attention, and it was partially opened. I could see the faint glimmer of what I thought was light flickering from inside. I did not know what to do, I was very cautious about getting too close or for that matter actually going inside.
I just sat there on the tree limb that I had just climbed over after cutting away some of the twigs that were spiked, and asked myself what could this be? Is this the workings of some artistic drifter? Is this some explorer’s hangout? Is this some government operation; but out here?
I was very nervous, and was deeply affected by this strange out of context anomaly so much so, that I decided to leave and come back another day.
I figured no one except the actual builder of this door would even know about it, and being that the path to this door was untouched and was so cluttered by trees and brush, I really doubt anyone has been here for a very long time. So it should remain a secret until I return, hopefully wielding a ton more confidence in the process.
But what about the flickering light inside?
Ok, at this point in time I realized there were some strange inconsistencies here and there was definitely an enigma about this doorway. However, I was not about to search any further today. As I turned around to leave I was spooked out of my mind when I heard this obvious strong voice call out to me, saying, “Friend, don’t leave.”
I had a thousand thoughts per second racing through my mind, I could not fathom who would be out here. Is this another hiker finding my secret discovery? Could this be some tramp who lives out here and is trying to hustle me for something? There was no doubt in my mind that I had little to no desire to turn around, but...
The voice was deep, and it rang with an odd dialect and a tone that seemed strangely familiar. So throwing all caution to the wind, I did turn around, and standing there as if I was s
omehow teleported back into the past, was... Oh my God!
(2) The Doorway to the Past
The Introduction - Mystery of the Gateway
My hands are trembling, I can barely write at the moment as to reveal what I am experiencing, and I am hoping others will be able to read my handwriting.
I always carry a decent sized notepad with me everywhere I go; mostly to verify directions when I hike using markers, where a certain tree is, or a valley or mesa, all of it is to make sure I do not get lost.
I am having to explain what I was revealed in the best way that I would hope others could understand. The things that were revealed were beyond normal intellectual protocol. And I know most people would have a difficult time in believing any of this. The question I have to ask myself is why would I even believe? I guess the answer is, because I saw it with my own two eyes. I was there.
What is so funny in life, so often no one is a believer unless they witness things for themselves, and yet only the few ever witness that which is out of the ordinary, leaving the mystery of life hidden under the sands of doubt.