by John Panella
As the professor was gathering his notes and placing them in his brief case. Agent Stram turned around and said, “Professor, hi, I am Agent Max Stram, and this is my partner, Agent Laura Thol.
We want to ask you a few questions. “Sure.” Replied the ever so eager professor to speak more on his favorite subject.
Laura Thol still glued to the painting said, “Is it me, or do I know these two people?”
Agent Stram replied, “What’s up with you, of course we know them.”
“No, I don’t mean know them, I mean, didn’t we meet these two before, the same two and they looked exactly what this painting reveals?”
“Laura I think we have been on this case too long and it is started to warp your thinking. We never met them when they were young, how could we? We would not have yet been born when these two were at this age.”
“I don’t know Max, something about this picture is really bothering me, like a recollection deep within me, and it’s haunting me.”
“Laura, be logical, (Anger setting in from Max.) It is not possible!”
Max then queried the Professor. “First of all, where did you get this photograph of these two people that the felt painting was made from? I mean you got to be aware that these two people are very much alive and living in this world today and they are not even Indians?”
The professor startled them by his immediate response. “Ah I guess you know more than most?”
“What does that mean?” Stram demanded.
“Well you seem to know the origin of the painting’s couple. The truth is, the couple in this picture were very much alive in our time; approximately 32 years ago, but somehow were also back in time, 800 years ago.”
Max not wanting to correct the Professor did not try to spoil the comment by saying that the Trovel’s are very much alive today versus 1984. He thought, maybe the Professor is referring to the time that the Trovel’s had this photograph taken when they were younger. But this idea that they were back in time 800 years really started to push the boiling point in Stram.
“Well professor don’t you think that being part of this fraud and forgery is a tad deceptive? I mean, why are you telling everyone that these people are ancient Indians from the Anasazi, when you know that they aint?”
The professor laughing under his breath trying to figure out a way to respond. “DO I REALLY know that?” The professor laughs. “Did you know I had Tim in my class back in 1984? I knew him and especially his wife, but I also know where this painting came from. And the two don’t add up, this is why I am so desperately trying to find their secret.”
“Secret? You mean you think they went back in time?”
“First of all, this amazing felt painting was not taken from a photograph. It was the result of a modern day painter, taking an old drawing and then turning it into this very lovely work of art.”
“Wait a minute.” Agent Thol proposed, “You just agreed that this was a photograph taken 30 years ago, and now you say it is an ancient work of an old drawing. This don’t add up, what is your game?”
“Agent Thol, there is no game here, let me prove it to you. I didn’t say this is a painting of a photograph, Agent Stram did, in truth it is a manufactured painting of an old drawing.”
The professor went back into his leather briefcase and zipped it back open and from the contents he removed a small very old book. He told them, “This was the book the drawing was in. And this is not someone’s figment of their imagination.” As he opened the book the two agents peered in and turned white as ghosts.
The professor continued… “This is a real 16th century book that is widely and commonly known to collectors. In it, it describes the artist view as he commented about the couple in his drawing that, ‘they were not of this world.’ Yes, what indeed could the artist have been implying about not being part of this world?
Some contended that he had been in contact with aliens, but we now know he witnessed a 20th century couple of two people that somehow had left their world and had jumped back in the 13th century. The story says, ‘that they went back in time and soon they vanished from the world permanently.’
This ancient artist then made a drawing of the couple first hand, of whom he claimed he had never seen again and then later the entire Anasazi tribe vanished with them.
This drawing to date was absolutely stunning for the time it had been done. Yet it was a masterpiece as you can see by this fine artwork here.” As the Professor pointed to the painting. Somehow the drawing survived. In the book under the drawing, the artist comments were in the old Athabaskan language, ‘this was a drawing of the Indian Chief, Animae Cibus and his mate Annie May.’
This is when the mystery becomes convoluted. This artifact drawing was discovered and kept by a tribe of Navaho. Until they were conquered by an invading tribe of Indians from the East. And the artifact ended up in the hands of a European traveler known as, Cristobal Colombo. Don’t ask me how, it just did.
He then returned this drawing back to Europe and handed it personally to Queen Isabella of Spain. Of which was later added to this 16th century book of, ‘Common Red Face Collections of the America’s West.’”
Both Stram and Thol were now shaken from their head down to the tips of their toes. The professor could tell they were extremely frightened, as if a hidden secret was somehow unveiled within their minds.
They both knew they had met the older Mr. and Mrs. Trovel, they couldn’t understand how a drawing could have been of the two of them when they were younger at which point they then went back in time and vanished. This could not be possible.
Finally the stories that the Agents were told by the Trovel’s as well as the notepad that Stram read in full, started to unravel within their brains. It all started coming together in their minds. Now the Agents were on a mission. They were heading back to Southern Utah to speak to the Trovel’s who they had last talked to about a year and a half ago.
When they arrived they went directly to the Trovel’s house. There was an obvious difference, the house was painted yellow from the white and blue paint it had been prior, and strange children were outside running and playing around in the front yard.
The two agents walked up to the front door, and began to knock. When a woman of obvious Spanish descent and dialect opened the door and said, “Hola ¿quién es usted?”
Agent Thol immediately knowing she was wondering who they were, she replied. “Yes, we are agents of the FBI and we are looking for a couple named the Trovel’s.”
The woman unsure of what they meant said, “No we not trouble here, we family and uh, mis hijos.”
Both agents glanced back and forth to one another, and again, this time Stram remarked. “No, we are not after your children, we are looking for the couple who owns or owned this house, do you know where they are?”
Again the woman said, “No, this is our casa, no one else.”
“Mam”, Stram replied, “How long have you lived here?”
“Lived here?” The woman gasped in deep thought, “Oh, lived here, siete años, ah, has been, ah, seven years.”
Now the agents realized that there was definite cause to be concerned. They then excused themselves and drove to the county courthouse and spoke to the clerk of courts over records, and asked them if they could tell them who owned this house. And to let them know if the Trovel’s lived there or if they ever did. The clerk of courts did reveal the source due to the fact it was never a sealed case.
Clerk of courts said, “Yes there was a family named Trovel that lived in the house back in ‘1984,’ but mysteriously disappeared, and were never found again. The house went up for auction in 1987, and since then three different families have lived in the house.
The two agents walked out of the courthouse and went to their car as silent as a mouse. They sat there in stunned silence and total shock.
Thol looked at Stram, “Max are we losing it? Didn’t we just go to the Trovel’s house? Didn’t we find the body of the o
ld man that happened to be Tim Trovel? Didn’t we speak to Mrs. Trovel in her home and at the hospital?
What in the God forsaken hell is going on here?”
“Laura, I think we may have been in the twilight zone, but this time for real. I think the two of us need to return to pay a little visit to a strange mesa outside of town.”
“Is that wise Max, it seems when we go there strange things occur.”
“The last time we were there, (Max said) nothing happened, I think that is because we didn’t go back to the cavern entrance, we found the body laying outside. This time we must go back to the cave entrance.”
Neither one of them disagreed with the idea, they now wanted to really know what in the world is going on. They now remember that they did go there back in the past when they met Tim Trovel. Laura Thol remembering, “I knew something was odd when we went to their house, I am slowly recovering the lost memory.
I knew their town seemed out of date, and they were driving an older car, and yet everything looked nearly new. We somehow went back in time to the year 1984.”
Both of them began their trek not even the least concerned that that were not prepared for the hike, they just had to return to the scene in hopes they could solve this strange and uncanny enigma. They finally made it back to the mesa from the back side, as they turned around to the front, once again there was no doorway in sight.
But to their utter shock and bewilderment, sitting on the tree in front of the Mesa wall was none other than a very young Tim Trovel just like they left him once upon a time. It was as if he never moved. As the agents walked over to Tim they noticed his eyes were closed, Laura asked, “Is he asleep Max?”
Stram replied, “I think so.”
Finally Max walked up to him and shook him crying out, “Hey wake up old timer.”
Tim awakened and looked up to the agents as they wondered what happened to him. He said, “Everything went black, didn’t you notice that? It was daylight and then nighttime and now it is daylight again.”
“Sure Mr. Trovel, (Max quipped) we saw it too.” (Trying to make small talk, even though they didn’t know what he was talking about. They wanted information now, they really wanted to know.)
Tim then stood up as if he had been revived from death. And everything went black again. Tim transformed before their eyes into, Chief Animae Cibus. His mind became sharp and he knew exactly what to tell the two agents. “Welcome back Agents, what I am about to give you is the complete version of my notes I wrote down the first time I took this journey.”
Laura barked out, “The first time?”
“It is difficult for me to explain to you what happened. These notes will explain everything even what happened to me beyond the gates of time over multiple time-loops.
When you have both events from the two times that I went beyond the veil. You may want to divide them up into 31 chapters revealing also the missing days and the time-loops. It will reveal the holographic nature of this world and how all of this is an illusion, a dream.
At this point you may think it is a very bad dream, maybe even a nightmare, but I assure you, whatever you think it is doesn’t really matter, because it is, what it is. Read this notepad, read it all, and then go find Professor William ‘Kikapoo’ Keuinedes.”
Stram bolted out, “Are you kidding me we just had a seminar with him. He claimed to have the notepad from the second trip from your 2nd journey.”
“Amazing how that happens, isn’t it?” (Tim replied)
Tim continued… “He truly does have the original 2nd timeline experience. The other one was lost when my wife from another time destroyed it, until you returned it to her. Now as you bring both parts together and put all of this into one writing, make sure you work together to get our message out to the world.
It is important that you realize that my wife and I have not been part of your world for a very long time. I know this may not make sense, but it is true. We have passed beyond the veil into a new dimension long ago. But for you it will seem as if it was yesterday.
Please tell the world our story, they need it now more than ever. The deadline is coming again for your timeline to merge back into the 10th century. Do not wait, you are a little more than a year away from the time-loop April 14th 2017. So you must use all of the resources available to you to get this work out to the world in a hurry.
When the work has been completed with both parts, please call it, “The Time-Loop Chronicles - The Day the Earth fell backwards.” And simply add your names as the author. There is little time left.
You will have all of the information, everything is there, just copy it all, edit it and then release it to the world. And do not worry about what people might think of you, and how you will be attacked and maligned. None of that matters anyway, because in truth it is all a dream. Finish this work and the doorway will be opened for the both of you.
We will both be waiting patiently for your return the day that this event occurs. May the Spirit of the Great Father and Mother rest upon your souls, and until we meet again, blessed be your fruits.
Agent Thol grabbed the notepad and instinctively read a portion of what was written. The words were…
“Chief why is it so easy to manipulate the people, why can’t they understand they are stuck in a time-loop?
You would think out of the 8 billion people that will arrive on the scene, that more than a few would come into agreement that something is very wrong here. But no, it doesn’t seem to develop into the mass consciousness.”
As the agents were unable to even speak looking horrified as they both thumbed through the notepad that Stram had completely read once before, they both were truly freaked out.
The Chief then said, our work is now done. We have given the world everything we know in bits and pieces through dreams, multiple time-loops and various other ways, to help the true souls to awaken. Now it is up to whoever takes this mantle upon themselves to deliver the message to the next generations and future time-loop participants.
There is only one area where sadness still exists for us and that is what we are trusting you for. We cannot forget our friends of whom are still sleeping in their coma, hearing, but do not hear, seeing, but do not see.
As Max was reading over Laura’s shoulder they both whispered the last two words at the same time, ‘Wake up!”
Laura turning to Max then commented, “How are we going to be able to pull this off?” Laura and Max turned back to see what the chief would say.
The Chief then told them “Go now, you have much to do in a very short time.”
The blackness of night gave way to the light of day. And Maxwell Stram and his partner Laura Thol, were completely by themselves.
Laura said, “How can any of this stuff be real, is it like Tim Trovel said, was all of this a figment of our imagination, are we going crazy? Yet how do we account for what we saw and know that we experienced it?”
Max uttered, “How are we supposed to pull this off inside a year. Our country has serious issues, information is basically all but shut down. There is no way. The truth is, we barely believe this happened, how can we convince even one other soul?”
Thol Replied, “Max what about the professor, he has the other notepad and he has some pull even with our departments. And now along with what he has, we have the rest of the story! Maybe we could pull this off to help awaken at least a few people? Come on, this has to be real, we didn’t dream this did we?”
“Didn’t we?” Max barked out. “Isn’t this what this entire story is about, dreams? Laura think about it, this world appears to be on the edge, millions have already died in the great riots, and we are trying to rebuild our country and the world. Our minds are saturated with end of the world type scenarios everywhere we turn, so who is to say we are not being fed a bunch of baloney?
Yes life is changing radically, but we can’t allow ourselves to accept our fate as fact, believing that our world is going to be destroyed in less than a year accord
ing to this crazy talk. Do you really want to accept this? Do you really want to believe this world is going to end and begin again in some wayward past of a dust bowl of the ancients?
We are the one’s repairing this world, we are making the changes for the future not the past, it aint going to switch back one-thousand years, there is simply no proof to validate this.
At least I for one don’t believe any of this no matter how strange all of this stuff may appear to be on the surface, even knowing how real it may seem. I am not going to tell the world that their cherished sacred reality is nothing but a crock of shit! Are you really willing to do that Laura?”
Laura shook her head appearing to be in somewhat of an agreement while lowering her eyes while looking at the ground, and then began shaking her head back and forth to reveal, ‘no’ she was not willing.