Hello Folks,
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter sure has had fun on the trail of everything he has seen in the multiverse .... so what about underground caverns, pump jacks, wind turbines ... etc.
All I can say is not all mysteries are meant to be solved ... and some that have been solved ... have not really been solved at all ... but there will be other trips .. another time ... and given time, all things will be known ...
All the Krome Koan quotes that I used were from Dr. Carl Sagan ... who views I totally agree with on 'aliens' ... yes there is life out there ... the number of universes and planets are just too great for their not to be .... but the odds are also equally great that there is not any life close enough to us to visit us, no matter what technology they have ... the multiverse is just too vast ... and there is very little chance they are more advanced ... given what we know about the 'big bang' and universal expansion ...
I love the concept of time travel and the multiverse ... it does allow for some interesting possibilities ... one thing that has to be remembered with time travel ... is that time is distance in the quantum and cosmic worlds ... even if we could travel back in time ... we would be at a distance equal to the time traveled x the speed of light from the very thing we wish to observe ... you would have to carry one hell of a telescope ...
Are we carrying on far different and interesting lives in multiple multiverses ... maybe ... that possibility is intriguing ...
I received a call from the office of the POTUS ... you can Google that ... apparently an article is missing from Area 51 ... we shall refer to it as a 'small cup' ... apparently it is in France and will be moved to Belgium on the 7 May 2011 ... I have been asked to recover it ...tune in on the 5 May 2011 when The Power Of Babble goes international as The Power of Babble - Foray ...
To quote from verse 4 of the Krome Koan,
' ... I maintain that there is much more wonder in science than in 'pseudoscience' ... and in addition, to whatever measure this term has any meaning, science has the additional virtue, and it is not an inconsiderable one, of being true ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thrown For A Loop ...
Hello Folks,
On the 6 August 1945 ... just after 8:15 AM ...Paul Tibbets looks back from the cockpit of the Enola Gay ... and gets a sense of the destruction he has wrought ... little does he realize what has happened though ... his plane and crew have bounced momentarily through a portal he has just created into 1947 New Mexico at another portal in the Gallinas Mountains ... the bounce lasts nanoseconds in 1945 ... it lasts almost 4 weeks in 1947 ...
... the bounce was caused by the instant splits of 200,000 people in the Hiroshima area who were killed or critically injured by the blast ... the sheer simultaneous quantum energy of the splits coupled with, and against, the quantum energy of the blast caused the bounce ...
... to 1947 New Mexico ...on the evening of the 5 July 1947 ... the Enola Gay suddenly appears in a massive thunderstorm ... it has not yet dropped the bomb ... but the Enola Gay has appeared at exactly that moment ... being rejected by 200,000 souls in Hiroshima ... the bomb drops in the New Mexico country side ... not far from Corona, NM ...
.... within seconds the Enola Gay's starboard engine is hit by lightning ... the engine explodes and comes clear of the plane and falls ... the plane lurches to the starboard side and goes into an immediate dive ... it is in a death spiral in flames .... the plane breaks apart at the aft door and the tail section separates ...
... the bomb lands in a field ... it does not explode ... it does not explode because the field is at an elevation of 4600 feet ... the bombs barometric trigger was set to 1500 feet ... it slides along for one or two seconds ... shimmers and disappears .... along with the plane and it's separated engine .... the tail piece shimmers but stays and crashes into the ground a number of miles away from the 'bomb' site ...
... there are crew trapped in the tail section ... they and the tail section are spread across a finite area of another field .... because the tail section and the crew are from the multiverse ... and not of the 1947 world ... they shimmer .. appear as almost liquid metal ... one second it looks like a dish ...the next a VW beetle ... the crew appear amorphous ... no features .... grey ... sexless ...
... it is Paul Tibbets own split with what he has done that has trapped them here ... only his reconciliation of this guilt will allow the tail-piece and crew to return completely to 1945 ... that happens when Tibbets is finally convinced that his actions actually brought an early end to the war ... and saved thousands of lives on both sides ...
... somewhere ... right now ... in a hanger in Dayton, Ohio ... and somewhere in Area 51 ... wooden crates and cryogenic cylinders contain ... absolutely nothing ...
... because the tail-piece and the crew were stranded in 1947 ... this set up a wicked multiverse loop ... the Enola gay and crew continually bounce from a 1945 multiverse, after bombing a multiverse Hiroshima, to a 1947 universe ... a wicked loop someone in 2011 (and earlier) was aware of ... because of the existence of the facility in Dunken ...
... of course we all know what happened when the bomb debris field and the tail-piece section were found ... it became known as the Roswell UFO Incident ... and we can now understand why ...
... when I stopped the gun from firing allowing the Enola Gay to drop the bomb ... that terminated the mission and therefore the multiverse loop ... and thus the texts from 'Phil S', Tibbets and Amelia .... I am sure the many multiverse versions of Hiroshima can now relax knowing that the terror has ended ...
... but what about pump jacks, wind turbines, underground caverns, a B-29 that lands locally and Amelia flying it out ... the Dunken facility ... what about all that ... well I thought you would never ask .. the Alei.a.n. Hunter and his trusty black horse have one more thing to say ...
To quote from verse 2222 of the Krome Koan,
' ... imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were ... but without it we go nowhere ...
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
On the 6 August 1945 ... just after 8:15 AM ...Paul Tibbets looks back from the cockpit of the Enola Gay ... and gets a sense of the destruction he has wrought ... little does he realize what has happened though ... his plane and crew have bounced momentarily through a portal he has just created into 1947 New Mexico at another portal in the Gallinas Mountains ... the bounce lasts nanoseconds in 1945 ... it lasts almost 4 weeks in 1947 ...
... the bounce was caused by the instant splits of 200,000 people in the Hiroshima area who were killed or critically injured by the blast ... the sheer simultaneous quantum energy of the splits coupled with, and against, the quantum energy of the blast caused the bounce ...
... to 1947 New Mexico ...on the evening of the 5 July 1947 ... the Enola Gay suddenly appears in a massive thunderstorm ... it has not yet dropped the bomb ... but the Enola Gay has appeared at exactly that moment ... being rejected by 200,000 souls in Hiroshima ... the bomb drops in the New Mexico country side ... not far from Corona, NM ...
.... within seconds the Enola Gay's starboard engine is hit by lightning ... the engine explodes and comes clear of the plane and falls ... the plane lurches to the starboard side and goes into an immediate dive ... it is in a death spiral in flames .... the plane breaks apart at the aft door and the tail section separates ...
... the bomb lands in a field ... it does not explode ... it does not explode because the field is at an elevation of 4600 feet ... the bombs barometric trigger was set to 1500 feet ... it slides along for one or two seconds ... shimmers and disappears .... along with the plane and it's separated engine .... the tail piece shimmers but stays and crashes into the ground a number of miles away from the 'bomb' site ...
... there are crew trapped in the tail section ... they and the tail section are spread across a finite area of another field .... because the tail section and the crew are from the multiverse ... and not of the 1947 world ... they shimmer .. appear as almost liquid metal ... one second it looks like a dish ...the next a VW beetle ... the crew appear amorphous ... no features .... grey ... sexless ...
... it is Paul Tibbets own split with what he has done that has trapped them here ... only his reconciliation of this guilt will allow the tail-piece and crew to return completely to 1945 ... that happens when Tibbets is finally convinced that his actions actually brought an early end to the war ... and saved thousands of lives on both sides ...
... somewhere ... right now ... in a hanger in Dayton, Ohio ... and somewhere in Area 51 ... wooden crates and cryogenic cylinders contain ... absolutely nothing ...
... because the tail-piece and the crew were stranded in 1947 ... this set up a wicked multiverse loop ... the Enola gay and crew continually bounce from a 1945 multiverse, after bombing a multiverse Hiroshima, to a 1947 universe ... a wicked loop someone in 2011 (and earlier) was aware of ... because of the existence of the facility in Dunken ...
... of course we all know what happened when the bomb debris field and the tail-piece section were found ... it became known as the Roswell UFO Incident ... and we can now understand why ...
... when I stopped the gun from firing allowing the Enola Gay to drop the bomb ... that terminated the mission and therefore the multiverse loop ... and thus the texts from 'Phil S', Tibbets and Amelia .... I am sure the many multiverse versions of Hiroshima can now relax knowing that the terror has ended ...
... but what about pump jacks, wind turbines, underground caverns, a B-29 that lands locally and Amelia flying it out ... the Dunken facility ... what about all that ... well I thought you would never ask .. the Alei.a.n. Hunter and his trusty black horse have one more thing to say ...
To quote from verse 2222 of the Krome Koan,
' ... imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were ... but without it we go nowhere ...
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Thursday, February 24, 2011
The Last Drop ...
Hello Folks,
I made it back to Dunken last night and made my way to the shed as I had done before ... again the only person around ... as I stood there looking at the banks of computer equipment, I glanced at my watch and it said 5 July 1947 .... I was not expecting this ...'NOW' on the split screen would be 1947 ... was I standing in 1947 looking at a video screen that was in 2011 ... I walked around and my watch stayed the same ... showing the 1947 date ... would what I had in mind work ...
As I was standing there pondering this ... the systems around me powered up ... the split video screen fired up ... and what I referred to as the 'laser gun' started moving ...aiming ... I had already scouted around looking for what I needed to find ... I was ready ... but this 1947 thing had me concerned ...
On the screen split labelled 'THEN' I could clearly see the Enola Gay on it's run to Hiroshima ... the bomb bay doors open, the bomb is let loose and the Enola Gay climbs and accelerates away from the drop zone .... there is a brilliant flash ... and 12 miles away the Enola Gay is buffeted with the initial shock waves from the explosion and it's ... gone ... only to appear in the 'NOW' split of the screen ....
The bomb bay doors open ... as soon as I see that I pull the main breaker ... the power dips in the shed ... the dip lasts about 2-3 seconds and then the back-up power kicks in ... the Enola Gay is flying through a terrific thunderstorm ... the power dip has done it's job ... the 'laser gun' does not fire ... on the screen, the Enola Gay drops a bomb ... I don't know if it is a multiverse version of the original .. or a second one it was carrying ... but it drops ... as soon as the bomb drops ... lightning strikes one of the plane's starboard engines ... there is an explosion ... flames engulf the cavity where the engine used to be ...
The airplane starts to break apart ... and then just as quickly disappears ... but not all of it makes it back to 'THEN' ... a large part of the wing remains trapped in the multiverse of 1947 ... it cascades uncontrolled toward the ground ..landing in an area not too far from Corona ....
I leave the shed via the same route that I had accessed it and get to the truck ... a text comes in from 'Phil S' ... 'thank you' ... I get another text from 'Tibbets' ... the cycle is broken' .... I get a third text from 'Amelia' ... 'well done' ... apparently it has worked ... I wasn't sure going in .. but it worked ... I glanced at my watch ... 2011 ... I started the truck and pulled out onto the highway ... where I was immediately surrounded by the military convoy that I had seen and heard tell of earlier in the week ... somewhere a black horse is running ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 2011 of the Krome Koan,
' ... modern science has been a voyage into the unknown ... with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop ... many passengers would rather have stayed home ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
I made it back to Dunken last night and made my way to the shed as I had done before ... again the only person around ... as I stood there looking at the banks of computer equipment, I glanced at my watch and it said 5 July 1947 .... I was not expecting this ...'NOW' on the split screen would be 1947 ... was I standing in 1947 looking at a video screen that was in 2011 ... I walked around and my watch stayed the same ... showing the 1947 date ... would what I had in mind work ...
As I was standing there pondering this ... the systems around me powered up ... the split video screen fired up ... and what I referred to as the 'laser gun' started moving ...aiming ... I had already scouted around looking for what I needed to find ... I was ready ... but this 1947 thing had me concerned ...
On the screen split labelled 'THEN' I could clearly see the Enola Gay on it's run to Hiroshima ... the bomb bay doors open, the bomb is let loose and the Enola Gay climbs and accelerates away from the drop zone .... there is a brilliant flash ... and 12 miles away the Enola Gay is buffeted with the initial shock waves from the explosion and it's ... gone ... only to appear in the 'NOW' split of the screen ....
The bomb bay doors open ... as soon as I see that I pull the main breaker ... the power dips in the shed ... the dip lasts about 2-3 seconds and then the back-up power kicks in ... the Enola Gay is flying through a terrific thunderstorm ... the power dip has done it's job ... the 'laser gun' does not fire ... on the screen, the Enola Gay drops a bomb ... I don't know if it is a multiverse version of the original .. or a second one it was carrying ... but it drops ... as soon as the bomb drops ... lightning strikes one of the plane's starboard engines ... there is an explosion ... flames engulf the cavity where the engine used to be ...
The airplane starts to break apart ... and then just as quickly disappears ... but not all of it makes it back to 'THEN' ... a large part of the wing remains trapped in the multiverse of 1947 ... it cascades uncontrolled toward the ground ..landing in an area not too far from Corona ....
I leave the shed via the same route that I had accessed it and get to the truck ... a text comes in from 'Phil S' ... 'thank you' ... I get another text from 'Tibbets' ... the cycle is broken' .... I get a third text from 'Amelia' ... 'well done' ... apparently it has worked ... I wasn't sure going in .. but it worked ... I glanced at my watch ... 2011 ... I started the truck and pulled out onto the highway ... where I was immediately surrounded by the military convoy that I had seen and heard tell of earlier in the week ... somewhere a black horse is running ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 2011 of the Krome Koan,
' ... modern science has been a voyage into the unknown ... with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop ... many passengers would rather have stayed home ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
UFO Musing ....
Hello Folks,
Imagine if you will a carnival midway ... with a black horse carousel ... now hold that thought and imagine the various booths and shows off to the side ... you know ... the yak woman ... the bearded lady ... that is the UFO Museum. It's takes the 'science' of ufology and almost makes a mockery of it ....
Associated with the museum and in adjacent rooms is the 'research library' ... an area where anything in print ... by anybody .. that have the word 'ufo' in it or an 'alien' painted on it ... is cataloged ... comic books ... graphic novels .... books of fact and fiction ... I think you get the idea ...
The museum itself ... is not a collection of artifacts ... because there are none ... it is a retelling of the Roswell UFO Incident plus various other booth style displays on 'crop circles' ... and other related unexplained phenomenon ... if I were serious about this subject, I would be offended by what is being done at this facility ...
One other things ... 'ros' who toured me around the former Walker Airfield ... he used to work at the UFO Museum ... until he became involved in a book on the Roswell incident ... when the book was published the 'curator' of the UFO Museum was not happy ... and 'ros' found himself looking for other avenues of employment ... he was let go because the book 'told too much' about the incident ... I always thought science was a collaborative effort ... all information accessible and available ...
... be that as it may, I was here for a specific reason ... I looked closely through the displays looking for a picture of the debris field and some of the artifacts ... but there were none ... pictures of houses, buildings, people years later ... nothing except the photos released by the military ... and the text that accompanies the pictures ... you know we have had spell checkers for about 20 years now ... scientists that only went to grade five ... come on ...
... I didn't find what I was looking for ... but I kind of expected that ... however I believe I have what I need ... I just need 'Phil S' to let me know when the 'Enola Gay' leaves the multiverse again ... I think I can help them all ... meaning 'Phil S', Tibbets, Amelia ... all of them ...
... a text comes in ... from 'Phil S' ... 'Enola flies tonight' ... so be it ... looks like I have another date in 'Dunken' ....
To quote from verse 1974 of the Krome Koan,
' ... the suppression of uncomfortable ideas my be common in religion and politics ... but it is not the path to knowledge ... it has no place in the endeavor of science ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Imagine if you will a carnival midway ... with a black horse carousel ... now hold that thought and imagine the various booths and shows off to the side ... you know ... the yak woman ... the bearded lady ... that is the UFO Museum. It's takes the 'science' of ufology and almost makes a mockery of it ....
Associated with the museum and in adjacent rooms is the 'research library' ... an area where anything in print ... by anybody .. that have the word 'ufo' in it or an 'alien' painted on it ... is cataloged ... comic books ... graphic novels .... books of fact and fiction ... I think you get the idea ...
The museum itself ... is not a collection of artifacts ... because there are none ... it is a retelling of the Roswell UFO Incident plus various other booth style displays on 'crop circles' ... and other related unexplained phenomenon ... if I were serious about this subject, I would be offended by what is being done at this facility ...
One other things ... 'ros' who toured me around the former Walker Airfield ... he used to work at the UFO Museum ... until he became involved in a book on the Roswell incident ... when the book was published the 'curator' of the UFO Museum was not happy ... and 'ros' found himself looking for other avenues of employment ... he was let go because the book 'told too much' about the incident ... I always thought science was a collaborative effort ... all information accessible and available ...
... be that as it may, I was here for a specific reason ... I looked closely through the displays looking for a picture of the debris field and some of the artifacts ... but there were none ... pictures of houses, buildings, people years later ... nothing except the photos released by the military ... and the text that accompanies the pictures ... you know we have had spell checkers for about 20 years now ... scientists that only went to grade five ... come on ...
... I didn't find what I was looking for ... but I kind of expected that ... however I believe I have what I need ... I just need 'Phil S' to let me know when the 'Enola Gay' leaves the multiverse again ... I think I can help them all ... meaning 'Phil S', Tibbets, Amelia ... all of them ...
... a text comes in ... from 'Phil S' ... 'Enola flies tonight' ... so be it ... looks like I have another date in 'Dunken' ....
To quote from verse 1974 of the Krome Koan,
' ... the suppression of uncomfortable ideas my be common in religion and politics ... but it is not the path to knowledge ... it has no place in the endeavor of science ...'
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Portal Bull ...
Hello Folks,
I have not forgotten about that hand on my shoulder in the shed .. oh no ... but everything in time ...
The Roswell library is right downtown ... so no problem finding it ... the UFO Museum has a library as well but I was interested in geology and other aspects of the town's location ... Corona has a population of about 175 ... Corona is located at the geographic centre of New Mexico ... it began as a cow town in 1899 serving as a mercantile hub for ranchers and miners ... this coincided with the coming of the railroad the same year ... Corona was not incorporated until ... wait for it ... 1947 ...
... this basically means that the town has a municipal government structure ... citizens can be taxed for the provision of town services ... but it also provides rule of law ... a double edged sword that works in your favor if you have something to hide on either side of that fence ...
... it took me about 2 hours to find out what I needed to know ... Corona is very close to Gallinas peak ... the highest point in the Gallinas mountains ... the mountains were formed by a rift ... in this case the Rio Grande Rift ... that allowed a volcanic dyke ... basically an underground volcano ... to empty underneath the region and basically push it up .. forming the Gallinas Mountains ... the energy release from the rift, let alone, the volcanic expansion would be the equivalent of a the largest nuclear explosion known to man ...
... just north of this area there are the remains of a Puebloan culture ... also Gallinas Peak has been reported in UFO circles as housing a UFO base and being a center of mind control by 'extra-terrestrial entities', (ETEs) over humans ... and the railroad followed the old animal/Native American trails ...
... given all of this, it appears that somewhere near corona is a portal from the multiverse into 'this time' ... the opposite of the Bermuda Triangle ... this may explain what I saw on the video screen in the shed .... but it doesn't explain the jump from 'this time' back to Japan in 1945 ... if indeed that is what I saw in that shed ... but I think it I can explain that ... I just need to get to the UFO Museum to confirm one thing ...
... I saw a little item on one of the UFO message boards while at the library ... a small military convoy arrived in Corona, the night before, looking for something .... or someone ... it appears 'Phil S' was on the mark ... not much time now ...
... I mounted my trusty metaphorical black horse and rode out to the the UFO Museum ... a text came in from 'Phil S' .... 'very close' ...
yeah ... closer than I even realized ...
To quote from verse 1899 of the Krome Koan,
' .. knowing a great deal is not the same as being smart ... intelligence is not information alone, but also judgment ... the manner in which information is collected and used ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
I have not forgotten about that hand on my shoulder in the shed .. oh no ... but everything in time ...
The Roswell library is right downtown ... so no problem finding it ... the UFO Museum has a library as well but I was interested in geology and other aspects of the town's location ... Corona has a population of about 175 ... Corona is located at the geographic centre of New Mexico ... it began as a cow town in 1899 serving as a mercantile hub for ranchers and miners ... this coincided with the coming of the railroad the same year ... Corona was not incorporated until ... wait for it ... 1947 ...
... this basically means that the town has a municipal government structure ... citizens can be taxed for the provision of town services ... but it also provides rule of law ... a double edged sword that works in your favor if you have something to hide on either side of that fence ...
... it took me about 2 hours to find out what I needed to know ... Corona is very close to Gallinas peak ... the highest point in the Gallinas mountains ... the mountains were formed by a rift ... in this case the Rio Grande Rift ... that allowed a volcanic dyke ... basically an underground volcano ... to empty underneath the region and basically push it up .. forming the Gallinas Mountains ... the energy release from the rift, let alone, the volcanic expansion would be the equivalent of a the largest nuclear explosion known to man ...
... just north of this area there are the remains of a Puebloan culture ... also Gallinas Peak has been reported in UFO circles as housing a UFO base and being a center of mind control by 'extra-terrestrial entities', (ETEs) over humans ... and the railroad followed the old animal/Native American trails ...
... given all of this, it appears that somewhere near corona is a portal from the multiverse into 'this time' ... the opposite of the Bermuda Triangle ... this may explain what I saw on the video screen in the shed .... but it doesn't explain the jump from 'this time' back to Japan in 1945 ... if indeed that is what I saw in that shed ... but I think it I can explain that ... I just need to get to the UFO Museum to confirm one thing ...
... I saw a little item on one of the UFO message boards while at the library ... a small military convoy arrived in Corona, the night before, looking for something .... or someone ... it appears 'Phil S' was on the mark ... not much time now ...
... I mounted my trusty metaphorical black horse and rode out to the the UFO Museum ... a text came in from 'Phil S' .... 'very close' ...
yeah ... closer than I even realized ...
To quote from verse 1899 of the Krome Koan,
' .. knowing a great deal is not the same as being smart ... intelligence is not information alone, but also judgment ... the manner in which information is collected and used ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Monday, February 21, 2011
My Corona ...
Hello Folks,
(to be continued) ...
... I woke up in my truck ... behind the wheel ... the sun had set ... it was pitch black .. just the hum of the substation and the waxing moon ... it was cold ... I was shivering ... I started the truck ... I was pretty sure if what happened tonight was real ... if it was even close to being partially true .... I had the missing piece of the puzzle .. .to make sense out of all this ...
... I just needed two more bits of info ... I needed to get over to Corona ... where the 1947 crash site was .. and I needed to get to the UFO Museum ... maybe the missile silo ... but I think the UFO Museum would tell the story ...
... I drove back west towards the main road ... both cell phones rang ... the one I had acquired at White Sands ... and mine ... great ... I decided to answer the found one as mine would take a message/voice mail ...
... hello ... no one there ... again, it was a text ... I pulled over, activated the phone menu to try to figure out how to access the text messages ... I finally figured it out ... 'only you can stop this' ...
... well .. it's good to know it will stop ... but again ... a message I knew not what the hell to do with and even what 'what' was ... I drilled down the menu to get more stats on the message itself ...
... the time sent was 10:15 PM ... wtf ... the message was sent 2 hours later than it was when I received it ... it was from a PWT ... I continued to work with the menu and finally got the date of the message ... finally I got it ... 6 August 1945 ... another message from the multiverse ...
... PWT ... I don't know ... and then I thought of what I saw in the shed ... B29 ... Enola Gay ... PWT ... Paul Warfield Tibbets ... commander of the Enola Gay ... dropped 'little boy' on Hiroshima ... on the 6 August 1945 .... but it was a morning drop ... wait a minute ... 10:15 PM here is ... 8:15 AM in Hiroshima ...
... OK ... I think I know what ... oh no ... I've got to get to Corona as quickly as I can ... I turn on to the highway and start to head north ...
... in the distance I see the headlights of a long line of vehicles coming my way ... they appear to be traveling as a convoy ... I pull off the road behind a rest stop picnic enclosure ... within a minute a US army convoy passes by ... they take the Dunken turnoff ...
... I speed north with no running lights ...
... it appears I may have precious little time to do what I have to do ... the black horse had better be speedy ...
... first Corona .... I checked my messages on my cell phone ... it was from 'Phil S' ... 'stay away from Corona' ... great ... the next stop will have to be the town library ... if I can't go to Corona ... the geology department of the library will do nicely ...
To quote from verse 815 of the Krome Koan,
' ... in the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with anyone reading this ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
(to be continued) ...
... I woke up in my truck ... behind the wheel ... the sun had set ... it was pitch black .. just the hum of the substation and the waxing moon ... it was cold ... I was shivering ... I started the truck ... I was pretty sure if what happened tonight was real ... if it was even close to being partially true .... I had the missing piece of the puzzle .. .to make sense out of all this ...
... I just needed two more bits of info ... I needed to get over to Corona ... where the 1947 crash site was .. and I needed to get to the UFO Museum ... maybe the missile silo ... but I think the UFO Museum would tell the story ...
... I drove back west towards the main road ... both cell phones rang ... the one I had acquired at White Sands ... and mine ... great ... I decided to answer the found one as mine would take a message/voice mail ...
... hello ... no one there ... again, it was a text ... I pulled over, activated the phone menu to try to figure out how to access the text messages ... I finally figured it out ... 'only you can stop this' ...
... well .. it's good to know it will stop ... but again ... a message I knew not what the hell to do with and even what 'what' was ... I drilled down the menu to get more stats on the message itself ...
... the time sent was 10:15 PM ... wtf ... the message was sent 2 hours later than it was when I received it ... it was from a PWT ... I continued to work with the menu and finally got the date of the message ... finally I got it ... 6 August 1945 ... another message from the multiverse ...
... PWT ... I don't know ... and then I thought of what I saw in the shed ... B29 ... Enola Gay ... PWT ... Paul Warfield Tibbets ... commander of the Enola Gay ... dropped 'little boy' on Hiroshima ... on the 6 August 1945 .... but it was a morning drop ... wait a minute ... 10:15 PM here is ... 8:15 AM in Hiroshima ...
... OK ... I think I know what ... oh no ... I've got to get to Corona as quickly as I can ... I turn on to the highway and start to head north ...
... in the distance I see the headlights of a long line of vehicles coming my way ... they appear to be traveling as a convoy ... I pull off the road behind a rest stop picnic enclosure ... within a minute a US army convoy passes by ... they take the Dunken turnoff ...
... I speed north with no running lights ...
... it appears I may have precious little time to do what I have to do ... the black horse had better be speedy ...
... first Corona .... I checked my messages on my cell phone ... it was from 'Phil S' ... 'stay away from Corona' ... great ... the next stop will have to be the town library ... if I can't go to Corona ... the geology department of the library will do nicely ...
To quote from verse 815 of the Krome Koan,
' ... in the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with anyone reading this ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Dunken Do Nots ...
Hello Folks,
Dunken, New Mexico ... named for Oscar J. Dunken ... first settler and postmaster ... around 1904 .... it is listed as a ghost town ... not quite ... it has a church .... and it has a large highways maintenance shed ... and I mean large ...
Behind the shed is a substation ... and a microwave dish ... and you sit there and you wonder ... there is nothing for 10 - 15 miles in any direction ... a substation here ... but soon you figure out, that the substation is not a step down for local distribution ... it is feeding the maintenance shed directly .. what the hell is in the shed ... and what are they receiving on that dish ...
I walked around the shed ... no windows ... there was a large door ... the size of a garage door on the front ... but ... it wasn't a door .. I mean until you got up to it it looked like a large door ... and then you realized it was a carefully constructed facade to look like a door ... which .. wasn't a door ...
I walked back to the substation and then I walked all 4 sides of the fence that enclosed it ... I did this 4 or 5 times until I figured it out... the small trailer in there ... the door to the trailer ... that was the entrance ...
I was the only person around .... I pulled my truck up to the fence ... got on top of the truck and jumped over the fence and into the substation enclosure .... the door simply rotated on a central pivot ... I was inside in no time ... a set of dimly lit stairs led down towards to a concrete hallway ... at the end of the hallway another set of stairs leading up to an opening that had to be the inside of the shed ...
I proceeded down the hallway and up the stairs .. an AC hum was getting noticeably louder as I ascended the stairs ...I paused at the threshold and carefully looked beyond the opening to get a sense of whether anyone was there ... no one in sight ... I stepped in ... and was confronted with banks and banks of computer processing equipment ... maybe a Cray or two ... somehow connected to what I will call a laser ... and all of this connected to and dwarfed by what I will call a large cannon or gun ... that could clearly be rotated, elevated and therefore aimed ...
... I could only assume this facility is operated remotely ... no sooner did I have that thought when a large video display powered up ... it was simply filled with blue .... but the screen was split ... one was labelled 'NOW' ... the adjacent screen labelled 'THEN' ...
... all of a sudden, there was a loud klaxon sounding ... and then the cannon or gun began rotating and elevating at the same time ... it came to a sudden, metallic halt ... now all I could hear was that AC hum ...
On the 'NOW" side of the video screen was a large aircraft ... prop driven ... it was a B-29 ... it was in the process of taking off ... as it ran down the runway at ever increasing velocity ... it went by a familiar landmark ... the water tower at the former Walker Air Base ...
As it lifted off I could read the name on the nose of the aircraft, 'Enola Gay' ... it gained altitude and gently turned to the SW ... towards ... Dunken ... now cross hairs showed on the video screen ... the 'NOW' video screen split switched to another camera source ... the 'Enola Gay' was coming directly towards the screen ... it's bomb bay doors open ...
At that moment ... there is a large burst of energy in the shed ... suspended globes around the facility glow brightly ... an intense narrow beam of light is 'fired' by the cannon ... on the video screen the beam hits the 'Enola Gay' ... the aircraft shimmers and disappears ... the 'Enola Gay' appears on the screen split labeled 'THEN' .... a bomb is dropped ... and the 'Enola Gay' accelerates and climbs quickly ... the bomb bay doors close ... the camera swings down ... it is a warm hazy day ... there is a brilliant flash ... Hiroshima is consumed by a man made sun ...the video screen goes dead ....
... a hand reaches out and touches me on the shoulder ... I scream ... oh, how I scream ... the blackness of the horse is welcomed ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 1904 of the Krome Koan,
' ... to read is to voyage through time ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
Dunken, New Mexico ... named for Oscar J. Dunken ... first settler and postmaster ... around 1904 .... it is listed as a ghost town ... not quite ... it has a church .... and it has a large highways maintenance shed ... and I mean large ...
Behind the shed is a substation ... and a microwave dish ... and you sit there and you wonder ... there is nothing for 10 - 15 miles in any direction ... a substation here ... but soon you figure out, that the substation is not a step down for local distribution ... it is feeding the maintenance shed directly .. what the hell is in the shed ... and what are they receiving on that dish ...
I walked around the shed ... no windows ... there was a large door ... the size of a garage door on the front ... but ... it wasn't a door .. I mean until you got up to it it looked like a large door ... and then you realized it was a carefully constructed facade to look like a door ... which .. wasn't a door ...
I walked back to the substation and then I walked all 4 sides of the fence that enclosed it ... I did this 4 or 5 times until I figured it out... the small trailer in there ... the door to the trailer ... that was the entrance ...
I was the only person around .... I pulled my truck up to the fence ... got on top of the truck and jumped over the fence and into the substation enclosure .... the door simply rotated on a central pivot ... I was inside in no time ... a set of dimly lit stairs led down towards to a concrete hallway ... at the end of the hallway another set of stairs leading up to an opening that had to be the inside of the shed ...
... I could only assume this facility is operated remotely ... no sooner did I have that thought when a large video display powered up ... it was simply filled with blue .... but the screen was split ... one was labelled 'NOW' ... the adjacent screen labelled 'THEN' ...
... all of a sudden, there was a loud klaxon sounding ... and then the cannon or gun began rotating and elevating at the same time ... it came to a sudden, metallic halt ... now all I could hear was that AC hum ...
On the 'NOW" side of the video screen was a large aircraft ... prop driven ... it was a B-29 ... it was in the process of taking off ... as it ran down the runway at ever increasing velocity ... it went by a familiar landmark ... the water tower at the former Walker Air Base ...
As it lifted off I could read the name on the nose of the aircraft, 'Enola Gay' ... it gained altitude and gently turned to the SW ... towards ... Dunken ... now cross hairs showed on the video screen ... the 'NOW' video screen split switched to another camera source ... the 'Enola Gay' was coming directly towards the screen ... it's bomb bay doors open ...
At that moment ... there is a large burst of energy in the shed ... suspended globes around the facility glow brightly ... an intense narrow beam of light is 'fired' by the cannon ... on the video screen the beam hits the 'Enola Gay' ... the aircraft shimmers and disappears ... the 'Enola Gay' appears on the screen split labeled 'THEN' .... a bomb is dropped ... and the 'Enola Gay' accelerates and climbs quickly ... the bomb bay doors close ... the camera swings down ... it is a warm hazy day ... there is a brilliant flash ... Hiroshima is consumed by a man made sun ...the video screen goes dead ....
... a hand reaches out and touches me on the shoulder ... I scream ... oh, how I scream ... the blackness of the horse is welcomed ...
(to be continued) ...
To quote from verse 1904 of the Krome Koan,
' ... to read is to voyage through time ... '
The Ale i.a.n. Hunter
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