TIME TRAVELLER WANTED

Time Traveller Adventurer Wanted:  M or F Any Age:  Able to Adapt and Think

The lottery that’s what everyone wants to win, did I win the lottery!  Yes but not how I wanted, not the big million on a Saturday night, no I learnt what a shooting star really is.  Some people might say that was a lottery win, although I would have preferred the million dollars and the beach house, but now I have to find the person who will take my place.  I need a volunteer adventurer who can think outside the (solar) system, a person who wants to reach the stars, the planets, and see the other forms of life that are out there.

Most people have searched the sky at night and seen the stars, the stars so bright you think you can nearly touch them, and then wow, a shooting star with its fiery trail blazing behind the star as it hurtles and shoots through the sky on what’s thought an explosive spectacular ride.

There are shooting star-travellers during the day, but you cannot see them because of the brightness of the sun.  Shooting stars are similar to the tracks left by time travellers in future galaxies in a future time.  They are in the future breaking light speed travelling between universes in a celestial time alliance that sometimes can be seen in a parallel universe, this world as-we understand it.

They are travellers, male or female or drone machines, moving around the galaxies and planets like we presently fly to one country or another.  It really is very common in the future, the energy to power the machine is a very simple process, once you have seen it you will understand it, once understood it is as simple as making a torch light globe glow using a small battery and some wire, the difference is of course that the energy used is self made and self sustaining, it involves magnetism and the principle of magnets, travellers in the future are not pushed by a energy force (fuel) but pulled. 

Think vacuum, think a void that is opened, the ship is pulled forward.

How do I know your asking, please don’t slam the book shut, and throw it away, I have travelled and now I have to find someone, there were words and signs that were given to me to put in this story, the person who contacts me and I don’t know who it is, or whether it is a man, boy, girl, or woman, tall or short, fat or famous, I don’t know.  You will contact me, it’s your future.

I was told a person will come to me, they can read the message and they will be me,the time space traveller.

I am waiting for the next adventurer, the next time traveller to show up, you get to read and see and correct the truth,

It wasn’t lottery and the cash and the holiday at the gold coast, it was me becoming a time alliance traveller. I had better start at the start so as you will have a chance to find the message and I can go back to my wife in the future.

I want to tell you about the time traveller machine.  I suppose you could call it a ship, but not like the enterprise from Star Trek or anything like that,

The ship is a cone, the transporter is shaped like a ice cream cone on its side, no bigger then a family car, the back flat round section is a door, no hinges works on voice to open then stays there in the air by the cone.

Let me tell you the first time I saw that, I swore I had banged my head or was dreaming, I walked around it touched it, tried to push and move it, it was Just there, so I suppose the person they want me to find should be able to cope with the unusual and is honest enough that when the inexplicable arrives they accept the inexplicable and move on.  There are plenty of things you will see that are different, unusual and strange, the first time you see anything it’s strange believe you can and you will.

Now your thinking, this person has put in a job advertisement and now he is telling us about a space time machine but how did he get there and where is he and what’s more important how did the machine get wherever it is.

How long is a piece of string, I ask, that is my answer.  I always thought I was an adventurer, I would climb the mountain, sail on the sea, I did join the army reserve and trained and lived in the bush part-time with other army reserve people when I was seventeen, yes I was adventurous, but age comes with responsibility, and now I am older.  Things had not been going so well of late, the bills were higher than the wife’s younger brother who seemed to be doing very well for someone who did not rise before 10 am and had no job, the wife, she was a beautiful person but blamed me as we had no children, she wanted more and more and more like her mother, and the government wanted to send me to jail because I missed my court hearing where I was going to defend myself for using a mobile phone in the car, that is why I was camping on the beach in Queensland I had left the wife, I was finding myself, thinking of what I was to do next, when I came across the cone:

I was to learn about the passages of life, and the white light that takes you onwards. Decisions you make do affect your future.

The cone machine was shiny silver, when I first saw it I gasped, it was strange, bizarre, and exciting, I had no idea what it was but I knew it was something, I came upon it by accident, I don’t believe in accidents any more, checking around, thee was no one or any sign of anyone, I sought of snuck up on the cone, like a elephant wanting to be quiet but not succeeding, I kept checking, looking for any signs of someone who might own what I was staring at, I walked around the cone, checking for car tracks or a indication of how it got there. I saw nothing, I spoke to the cone, it didn’t answer, nothing happened, which is hardly surprising thinking back, I started to get more confident, I touched the cone, did I mention it was one metre above the ground, I could not see any supports or understand how it could stay there.  I pushed at it again, even said open sesame, nothing, walking to the sharp end of the cone I kept my hand on the cone, feeling how smooth it was, there was no warmth from the sun on what I thought had to be metal, there was no shine or reflection and the sun was climbing from the east towards eleven in the morning, at the very point I lowered myself, examining the apex or point of the cone, there was nothing, and all this time the machine is stationery, unwavering and silent above the ground, I’m breathing a little quick all this time, my heart is racing, I was unsure of what it was that was I was looking at, after five minuted of thought. I picked up a branch, swung down, hitting the cone.

Whoosh, a Hash of blinding light, I went down, blown backwards, I recovered from the explosion, the sun sat lower in the west, checking my watch, it was now three in the afternoon, the back of the cone was open, the door, or whatever was adjacent to the cone was suspended by nothing, there, inside was, well I hadn’t worked that out yet it hadn’t turned around or shown any signs that it knew I was watching, I tried not to panic, I wanted to run but the sight of the inside of the cone held me, its size, looking inside, I saw a large room with lights and screens, it looked real, but from the outside the room could not have been big enough to hold all the equipment, my mind was mad I thought, I moved slightly, a jolt of pain hit my shoulder.

‘Shit’, I screamed, that’s right, my first words to the person who now swung round was shit, I thought to myself.  I really should have come up with something better then that but anyway I didn’t, the worrying thing at the time was looking at me, it was a mirror, it was me, myself and I, and boy did I look good. I was fresher, stronger and even looked more intelligent and smarter, and of course this made me worry more.

The seat he was using swung around, he stood nearly two metres tall, walking to the opening at the base of the cone, a set of stairs appeared, he walked down like it was Saturday morning stroll, not a worry in the world, I stood up, tried to appear calm, stammered hello, I stood there, looking, absorbing my clone.

Yes. Well hello, the replica of me said, it was my voice, I pulled a hair from your arm while you were lying down, he spoke, clear, crisp, he sounded like me.  I have read and matched your DNA and cloned myself to you, it is easier to assimilate to the time period then have people scared and unsure, in history it is shown that this race of humans kills or imprisons anything that is different, travellers don’t like coming to planet earth.  I also fixed your shoulder, so why you think it is sore is wrong, you don’t smoke anymore, you have made a mess or relationships with woman, especially, well I guess you know all that, he said.

Now I don’t know about you but I’m standing there looking around for some person to yell out SURPRISE, or home video action, or anything but this replica of me is standing there with a straight face all serious, I’m moving my head, looking this way, over the cone, under the cone, I look at him/me and say, what is this?

‘I need assistance, you were chosen, and you are to travel with me.’  He spoke I listened, I was thinking, how do I get out of here, fast, he started to tell me about the travel time alliance cone. This was how I first met and then travelled with mellam. Now I am looking for a replacement. Then it was riddle time? Is a grain of sand the same from two beaches one thousand miles apart? Is air the same one thousand miles apart or one centimetre apart?

Are you willing to travel and participate, not to stand on the sidelines, will you be a protector of the time space alliance?  Electro magnetic forces are a guide.

Are you willing to be the traveller?????

if I do not reply it is because I may not be here in this void at present or I might think your unsuitable or I might be dead as the future for all is dire, and yes there is other life and there is a mirror of this earth and moving from time to future is the blink of an eye