TIME STORM
SHOCKWAVE
JULIANN FARNSWORTH
MindAspire
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Every Great Accomplishment in the History of
the Human Race Began as an Aspiration of the Human Mind
This work is a Revised Edition based on the novel
Time Storm 2012: Atlantis and the Mayan Prophecy
Written by Juliann Farnsworth
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Prologue
“As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain, and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.” — Albert Einstein
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If one could magically strip away the mantle of the Earth to reveal the outer core of the planet, as if peeling an orange, the oceans of molten iron would blaze with the brilliance of a star. Although this process is not visible, cloaked by the planet’s crust, the mad rush of metallic liquid around the solid iron core produces unimaginable electromagnetic power.
This intense flow of energy, exploding from the unseen depths, extends far into space. It encircles the globe with an enormous magnetic field ten times the size of the Earth; it’s called the magnetosphere. It protects us from solar winds and deflects most of the dangerous radiation. The magnetosphere also influences the course of meteorites and other metallic space debris and is responsible for the aurorae at the poles, which light the skies as high-energy particles collide with atmospheric molecules—in effect burning the sky.
Einstein’s calculations predict a relationship between time, electromagnetic energy, and gravity. According to his theory, there are four dimensions of space. The first three are easy to understand because they are observable. However, the fourth dimension, a combination of space and time, called space-time is more difficult to comprehend. Time itself is not fixed, but fluid. More recently, theoretical physicists have identified many more dimensions, which boggle the wildest imagination.
Within this churning magma beneath our feet, occasionally cooler regions impede the flow causing eddies that whirl against the natural direction of the current. Like sunspots, these magma hurricanes cause loops in the magnetic field. This is evidenced by the many reports of respected explorers, mariners, pilots, and countless others—compasses spinning out of control, bizarre malfunctions, and unexplained time phenomena. It may be safe to assume that occasionally the tremendously powerful, untamed, twisted electromagnetic explosions could naturally alter the course or speed of time itself.
While the Earth races around the sun, our solar system, located on the outer edge of the Milky Way, rotates around the galactic center, a giant blackhole. The area between solar systems contains minute amounts of helium, hydrogen, oxygen, and neon atoms—sometimes the remnants of exploded stars and gases—it’s called the interstellar medium.
Our solar system is shielded from the bombardment of these high-energy particles by a barrier, similar to the earth’s magnetosphere, called the heliosphere. This barrier is created by the intense, million-mile an hour solar wind pressing against the interstellar plasma currents and stellar winds. As the heliosphere plows through space, it produces a bow wave, analogous to a boat cutting through water.
The density of this medium changes as we travel through the vastness of space. For the first time in human history, our solar system is entering into a high-energy cloud, far denser than anything that we have previously encountered. The void of space is suddenly not so empty; the bow wave is thickening—and high-energy particles are breaking through the barrier. The bow wave is becoming more of a shockwave, which is similar to the intense heat from the resistance that the space shuttle encounters on re-entry. This thickening of atoms and high-energy particles is already affecting our solar system in strange and unprecedented ways.
Since 1977, the Voyager space probes have been measuring the particles and the radiation, which break through the barrier. The last two decades have shown a dramatic and rapid increase to this influx. The governments of the earth are jointly referring to the effects as climate change, but the evidence makes one second guess the ultimate cause. All of the planets in our solar system are heating up and having unusual weather.
The outer planets lie closer to the boundary. Hence, they are showing the impact of this increased energy far more prominently than the earth, but what happens to them will most certainly happen to us. Mars’ atmosphere is thickening. Jupiter, which has remained fairly constant for the last three hundred years, has recently developed a second super-storm as large as the earth, and its energy field has increased so much that it has created a visible tube of ionizing radiation connecting it to its moon Io. Both Neptune and Uranus have had significant pole shifts. Unprecedented activity from previously dormant volcanoes has been photographed on moons within our solar system, which were previously dormant, and this is only a small sample of the many recent changes.
What effect will this additional source of energy have on our planet and the sun? Certainly, the electromagnetic storms will continue to increase and interact with each other. Will this storm of power unleash even more twists in time-space, and can we survive the pounding of the ever-increasing shockwave?
Chapter 1
It is easier to perceive error than to find truth, for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen, while the latter lies in the depth, where few are willing to search for it. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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8,239 BC Atlantis
The palace stood on a high hill magnificently encircled by three prominent rings of water, a barrier to even the thought of invasion. It was home to the most powerful military on Earth, the envy of the entire world. Its technology far surpassed anything had by any other kingdom. Several pyramids, larger than those now famed in Egypt, graced the landscape, a testament to its wealth and technology. Overlaid with a polished, alabaster stone, they blazed so brightly in the sunlight that they created the near appearance of translucence.
The very cradle of civilization, Atlantis was an eighth continent nearly half the size of Australia. It was located in the Atlantic Ocean near the northwest coast of Africa—an extension of land reaching out and almost touching the Strait of Gibraltar. It used many seaports around the world to transact business and spread knowledge, yet keeping its most advanced secrets to itself.
The year had been full of strange events and omens. Reports of unusual happenings came from every port. The sun was at its lowest point in the winter sky; the sign that the days would again begin to lengthen. Today a white-haired man with a wrinkled and weathered face stood on the dock, watching for the return of hi
s son from a trip trading in Mauritania. The air had been clear since morning, and he could see the opposite coastline. The man strained his eyes in search of the small boat that would carry his son home. The young man traveled frequently, and his father was often quite lonely. Sometimes he imagined that he could see his son from farther away than was actually possible.
On this particular afternoon, as the man waited, he began to experience a strange sensation. It was more than just an impression; he felt his hair begin to stand on end as if some invisible force were pulling on it. He glanced up. Voluminous, circular clouds had started to appear out of a clear blue sky. Directly overhead, was a glowing, spinning hole that seemed to be the source of the drag.
A green fog shrouded the land and the Earth began to rumble. A deafening noise permeated the air over the entire region of Atlantis. His heart lurched in shock as he saw people fleeing in fear. Many of them, frantically covering their ears, neglected to raise the bottoms of their long, white, Grecian style robes and tripped helplessly as running crowds trampled over them. Then abruptly, it all ended. The people stopped, frozen in their tracks, stunned by the silence.
The old man on the dock surveyed the sky, more puzzled by the unexpected departure of the clouds and noise than he had been by their initial odd appearance.
After a few moments of confusion, a rush of adrenaline flooded through him—where is my son?—He prayed that his boy would be safe. When he scanned the horizon, his mouth dropped. He did not see his son, only water. The air was perfectly clear again, but the land of Mauritania, so easily visible only moments before, was gone. There was only ocean as far as the eye could see.
***
98 BC Tikal, Guatemala
Dripping with useless sweat from the jungle’s sticky heat, Mulac sat watching his father Tepeu at work. Mulac was thankful for the plain wheat-colored loincloth that covered his dark skin and allowed the breeze to cool him. His long, black hair was already sopping wet even though it was still morning. Out of reflex, he gazed up to gauge the time of day but could not see the sun; the jungle trees obscured most of the sky. However, it was easy to determine its general location from the radiant heat.
Once on a hunting expedition with his father, Mulac had caught a glimpse of a young boy from another tribe. The child had white skin. Mulac wanted to ask about it, but his father had whisked him away. The boy had been dressed in clothes that covered his entire body—how awful the heat must have been—he thought now as he struggled to breathe the sticky, moist air.
Mulac was proud to be the son of the most admired artisan in the village. Tepeu worked directly for the King’s architect, Pacal, carving designs into the stones. In all Mulac’s eight summers, he had never known of anyone with a more prestigious job in the community. His father was not large, but he was muscular. He wore a loincloth much like that of Mulac. Tepeu’s dark hair was cut short but hung a little too far over his brow, brushing against the top of his dark eyes.
“Why do we make so many time markers?” Mulac asked as his father busily carved on a round calendar stone.
“We keep the time records as the ancient ones taught us. They help us know when to plant, when to marry and have children, even when to go to war.”
Mulac focused on the pyramid they were building. “Even the temple keeps time, right father?”
“That’s right—” Tepeu smiled, and wiped the sweat from his brow “—the temples are the most important of the time keepers.”
***
Tepeu lay down his tools and stood to drink deeply from the water barrel. After a moment, he stretched out his aching muscles. Even though he was used to working long hours, he could feel the soft weariness of age settling upon him. His eyes moved across what he could see of the village, most of it already obscured by the monolithic structure they were building. There were rows of massive limestone blocks from the quarry, previously hardened by the baking sun.
He watched as a worker pushed gently on one of them. It was as tall as the man was, and longer than his height. The stone moved effortlessly, hovering just off the ground as the worker pushed it up the ramp. The enormous stone remained perfectly level in spite of the slope. Once at the top, several other workers then helped to confirm that it was in the correct location. The man touched a device attached to it. The block gently lowered into place.
Tepeu turned back to Mulac and continued, “The ancient ones taught us all their secrets before their land sunk into the sea.”
“But the temples are so big father—” Mulac asked again “—why do we need so many of them?”
“So we will never forget—” Tepeu looked at his son soberly “—Once temples like these were built only as monuments of power, but after the great change, the ancient ones realized that the knowledge of the times must be preserved to serve as a warning.”
“A warning of what—” Mulac shook his head “—I still don’t understand.”
“The end of things as they are,” Tepeu answered gravely, and then turned his focus once again to the temple.
The task would have been impossible if it weren’t for the lifters that the ancient ones had given them. The man who had moved the stone reached for the attached device and removed it.
Tepeu went back to his carving—all of this work will be in vain if the knowledge of the times is lost—he thought, and then he let out an exhausted sigh.
***
1943 Philadelphia
Fitted for an experiment, the United States naval vessel USS Eldridge, rested quietly in the waters of the Philadelphia shipyard. The test, classified as Top Secret, was intended to make the ship radar invisible. It was July 22, 1943 when they turned on the enormous generators for the first time. The day was clear, and the test proved more successful than their wildest dreams. Instead of becoming only radar invisible, the Eldridge was completely engulfed by a greenish fog, and was rendered nearly invisible to the naked eye.
After the trial run, however, the crew reported severe nausea, and so they tried recalibrating the machines. They repeated the test on October twenty-eighth, after the recalibration. This time the ship disappeared entirely in a flash of light. Observers reported seeing it over 215 miles away, off the coast of Norfolk, Virginia. Then the ship reappeared in the Philadelphia shipyard.
After the researchers powered down the generators, they found that many of the crewmembers had been burned. Some had been fused as if melted, into the bulkheads of the ship itself. The military buried the records and scrapped any further experimentation.
***
December 5, 1945 Florida
Five Naval TBM Avenger planes flew in formation over the part of the ocean known as the Devil’s Triangle—a routine training mission. Almost two hours into the flight, having left from the Naval Air Station at Fort Lauderdale, Florida, flight nineteen radioed for help. The mission commander indicated to flight control that they were lost and that their compasses and instruments were spinning out of control.
After long minutes of desperation and the enlistment of support from every radar station in the area, the flight controller asked again, “What is your position?” Only silence answered him.
“We cannot be sure where we are—” the commander spoke through a crackly radio “—repeat, cannot see land.”
The flight controller helplessly studied the radar screen again but saw nothing. Several minutes of tension followed.
“We can’t find west—” a hysterical pilot’s voice broke the silence “—everything is wrong. We can’t be sure of any direction. It all looks strange, even the ocean. We can’t tell where we are …Everything is …can’t make out anything. We think we may be about 225 miles northeast of the base.”
The weather had changed, visibility was limited, and they were running low on fuel.
“We can’t tell where we are—” the radio crackled “—everything is …can’t make out anything …It looks like we are entering white water …We’re completely lost.”
***
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bsp; Hopelessly disoriented—over stormy seas, the planes stayed in formation, but there was no land in sight. They would have to ditch in the ocean at any moment. None of their equipment was working correctly. Even communication between the other planes was limited. Short bursts of static were intermingled with a few broken words.
A light-centered vortex of waves, or maybe clouds, spun around them. It was impossible to tell which. Nothing made sense; it was as if they were in a swirling tunnel. The commander tried to communicate with the other planes over his useless radio. With zero visibility, it was impossible to maintain orientation, and there seemed to be no horizon at all. He braced himself for the impact that he knew was inevitable.
Suddenly, as if punching through a wall, they were out of the whirling, undulating nightmare. Once again, the sky was distinguishable, perfectly clear, and oddly light. The instruments began to function again, and the horizon was easy to make out. The ocean, which spread out below him, was impossibly serene, but the color was all wrong. Instead of an intense translucent blue, it was a kind of opaque green. He glanced around, and saw that the other planes were still in formation. According to the compass, they were heading west.
“What the—” one of the pilots shouted in dismay “—Commander, can you hear me?”
“Roger that,” the commander responded.
“What’s going on, it should be darker, shouldn’t it?—” a pilot spat into the radio “—commander, the sun!”
The leader didn’t answer; he had noticed the same thing. The sun was too high in the sky as if it were early afternoon. Several moments of silence followed while he took in their strange surroundings. There was nothing familiar about the land either. The flight commander strained his mind to wrap it around what he was seeing. It should be Florida, but it looked nothing like it. It might as well be the moon. It didn’t appear to be anywhere along the coast of the United States
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