At the hospital when I first laid eyes upon Death, he assured me that he was not there for me, but to retrieve the soul of William Frunze. I stood their in awe as Death with his boney hands removed Frunze’s soul by reaching into Frunze’s chest and gently lifting Frunze out. Frunze’s soul, which looked exactly like Frunze, seemed scared at first, but Death made a calm shushing sound and Frunze seemed calm and more willing to be removed. I myself felt calmness come over me at this time as well, and I smelled the smell of a pleasant jasmine.


Death fully removed Frunze’s soul and then Death twitched his wrist and Frunze's soul changed and appeared as a ball or a bubble of glowing light in Deaths’ hand. Death stuck the bubble at first I believed under his robe, but later I realized it was in the robe itself. Death explained that I was able to see him because I had already died many, many times, and it seemed what ever actions I took, I would lead for more souls for him and the others to take.


Death beckoned me to follow him and I did aware of the possible implications. He took my hand as we exited the universe and into Whiteness outside. Once again I could not see myself nor was I able to see Death, however I did see his Shroud. It is as at that point I realized his shroud was an actual universe he wore around himself. As I was being pulled through the multi-verse at an amazing speed. I saw the universes rush past me like blood platelet’s flowing through veins in the circulatory system. The presence of universes rushing past me faded away until there was only whiteness, and I looked forward only to see Deaths universe cloak as it took on the form of a giant pair of black wings. Up ahead was a grayish looking universe. It grew bigger as we flew close to it till finally I found myself enveloped in it.


We stood before a gate with a giant snarling dog appearing before us. The dog towered above me, and I questioned if I was about to be eaten, as it snarled and drooled with the look of insanity. The dogs head first appeared as the skull of a dog, and then it appeared as the Egyptian god Anubis. Death standing beside me rose up his hand at the giant dog and the dog took the shape of a human form still with the head of Anubis.

I thought to myself “This is a multi headed dog it must be Cerberus.”

“No”, Death voice came into my head “Cerberus guards the gates of Hell. We all go by many names here, my dog for instance is named Xolotl, Wepwawet, Mot, and Anup Anupu he is able to weigh and judge souls and guards the gates of Vela, Tuonela, or as you’ll understand it The land of the Dead, you’ll meet my wife later.”


As I looked around the land of the Dead, it seemed a very dreary place. In the distance as I passed through the gate, I only saw what looked like an old beat up shack up ahead, and beyond that all around was a grey mist that blocked me from seeing much further. Death stood next to Anubis and I guess they were talking, but all I saw was just two beings not moving their mouths, then Death removed his cloak and handed it to Anubis. Death appeared to be just a skeleton of just bone but when I saw him naked I realized that every bone was covered with a thin layer of skin and that he also wore a bandage like covering around his body, Death told me to follow him into the shack and as we entered. He told me to take a seat at a round table which he sat at the other side of. Death looked at me “You can relax; I’m not like those demons. I don’t lie. In fact I’m brutally honest and very fair and impartial.

You and I have a lot in common as I see it. We are both being used, were both the underdogs, and we both have an extreme amount of power."

NOTES FROM GEORGE 1 PART TWO

My on going relationship with Death I believe is of the utmost importance. I will continue further in the text with the first memory I have of a George meeting Death. Before I do let me say for me personally I can not understand taking sides or having any friendship with Death. I believe this knowledge of Death’s plans and the countless memories I’ve been given of watching myself die have led me to a supposed insanity. I was dumb to ever plead my case, especially with doctors. My foolish actions that led me to this asylum I blame on the magnitude of the memories given to me.


The memories handed to me are filled with images of watching myself dying. I have memories of myself being ripped in half and my insides spewing out. I remember seeing myself crying out in horrible agonizing pain knowing that I would not receive help. Sometime the memories I have, I’ve seen my life as disposable because there were so many of me. It almost seemed unselfish to watch myself die and not do my best to help out, because it was just me dying after all, not someone I believe I need to save. Although each time I see another image of myself die, I always seem to cry out for help. Every time I die I see there is some sincere hope that a clone will be able to save me with time travel or some last second interference. How many times I wonder have I failed to save myself.


Now I’m strapped to a table, and the drugs are starting to wear off. I know they are not going to drug me again, because the government agents have told them not to. Now my worst fear has come to light. I know one of the agents is from DARPA and he is interested in the technology in my head, he commented he’s never seen anything like it as he poked around my noggin. I realize this is the exact reason I was given this information, I am being used as a messenger and a tool once again to accomplish goals that are contrary to my own.


At first I believed I was sorry. I was giving these memories to show that all the people I killed, the rise of Stalin, Nazis and genocide, and ongoing genocide in Africa, and suffering throughout the world it all happened on good intentions, I set this all in motion trying to help make things better. This Universe was just part of Abraxas’s plan. Abraxas’s battle with me was just another of his schemes. He won in the fact that I would multiply my self eventually in the millions, and would spread myself out among all of existence doing untold damage to other universes such as I did to this one.


There are an untold amount of laws and consequences involved in time and universal travel. From what I understand former copies of myself have broken close to all these rules and so must the multi-verse must suffer al these consequences. Hopefully these recorded thoughts may become warnings, instead of a road map in the wrong hands leading to all of our destruction. If my knowledge is to survive there is good chance the knowledge exists for evil purposes since everything else I have produced or done has only caused further harm. If there was a chance the knowledge I had could be used for good, some demon or an agent of Death, or an evil self would come back and kill myself in hopes to erase the information.


My thoughts or stories have problems with their linearity. Some can not and will not make sense for the fact that what existed no longer exists. So the pictures of the puzzle do not all come together nicely like Pulp Fiction does in the end. As existence is spreading I’ve learned I’m cutting holes in it, warping it and breaking off little pieces, and I believe all of my actions are a being manipulated and calculated by beings far smarter than myself.

The short time I spent outside the universes in the area where no time seems to exist, I was looking into universes and I could not make sense of many of them. I saw crystal life forms, and fuzzy noise type beings, and dots communicating, I could not make heads or tails of any of them. I finally stumbled upon a normal universe and surrounding it was a whole bunch of other normal universes as well. Normal meaning Newton’s laws might apply. I looked around in it’s curves and folds and there was Earth.

I was extremely delighted to see the Earth again and bent the universe around so that I could see Earth easily from the outside. I looked at the earth from outside its space and time. Everything as before was making a trail behind it. Hence the caterpillar looking people and the highways looked like multiple streaks of paint and as the earth and moon made a moving Spiro graph shape. I was able to find the life line or the caterpillar of one of the most evil dictators of the Twentieth Century, the despot soviet leader Mikhail Frunze. I followed his history before he was able to kill so many and was finally put down by the Ukrainian White Army.


Mikhail Frunze for those of you, who will never have to know, seemed destined for power after his 10 year imprisonment for trying to start a revolution in 1905. He held victory over victory as leader in the Red Army. After he was General of the entire Eastern Front, he moved on as a head of Revolution Military Council. He loyally supported his supposed friend Grigory Zinoviev to replace Lenin. After Zinoviev was chosen soon after he was shot and killed and a wave of sympathy came to Frunze. As he was put in Zinoviev’s place. Trotsky as his speech writer led him the loyal support of a propagandized and brainwashed Soviet State.


The state was failing, but loved him unconditionally none the less. No one would believe or was allowed to believe that Frunze was the actual killer of Zinoviev. The White Army finally pushed through the starving and dying lines of soviet troops guarding the city of Moscow. They found family members eating other family members and people lying down in the freezing streets to die. The found Frunze himself had gone mad and paranoid. He had focused all his power, time, and the states money on building a failed and unpractical doomsday device.


Looking at Frunze’s timeline I found a place where he was most vulnerable, asleep in the hospital. I entered the universe and Frunze’s hospital room. I could not read his chart but I took what I knew to be chloroform and poured it down his mouth and tried to get some up his nose. Then I tried placing my hand on his head and through the manipulation of matter create a whole in his brain like I did earlier. This seemed a lot harder to do, and much slower than I did before when I killed the murderer in the other world. I’m not sure if I succeeded, but I noticed he had already started convulsing. So I covered his nose and mouth, and waited for his life to cease.


From studying Frunze’s timeline I could see that no one would be around to see me or hear me. So I stood there and wondered what I should do with one of the biggest murderers of all time. Then I realized I was not alone in the room. I wondered how I screwed up this time, but it was not a person in the room. It was Death

As I exited the fight, two other Georges followed me. We were in a starry sky, and eventually we would have to worry about oxygen. Another George tapped me on the shoulders and pointed to the right. To the right were eight other Georges about forty yards away. Some were waving us towards them while the other Georges had opened up a hole they were looking through. All three of us drifted over to check it out.


We tried to talk to each other but we realized we couldn’t hear anything. One George had a made whole in the fabric of the sky and when he peeled it back. The dark starry space opened up to reveal a white outside. One George stuck his hand into the whiteness but could not see his hand, but was able to pull his hand back and it seemed to be fine. He exited out entirely and we could not see him until his arm came back through the whole to wave us out.

When I came to view the whole I stuck my head out and looked around. I could see the universe the rest of my body was in. My body looked like a long caterpillar from viewing it from the outside. I saw all the traces of where I had been in the past in that universe, along with all the other Georges. I was viewing past and present as one. I saw the universe Abraxas was in also rubbing up against the side of the universe I was poking my head out of. From what I could see the fight was still going on and caterpillar Georges came to the surface disappeared and reappeared as they came back in. The universe was hard to look as it seemed to be crystallizing and as it crystallized. I was looking at things at many different angles. At this time I fully removed my self from the universe I was in, because the other Georges behind me wanted to see also.


Once we stepped out we could not see each other. I looked around and saw two other near bye universes, gazing around some more and looking further I realized there were a countless number of them. Some were twisting and folding up on themselves. Some slid by others. I saw a tiny Blue bubble go past my face. Inside The bubble I saw two other Georges. One was waving me in and as he waved his arm got all blurry because I could its past images did not go away. I stuck my arm towards the universe and the universe got big enough that I could walk in into it?

Inside the bubble it seemed that there was only the three of us. We could breathe and speak to each other.

“I’m not sure how this works” one of the George 2s said, as we kept having to nudge each other away because we were the only sources of gravity. “I think I thought of it” said the third George. “What should we do?” I asked. We all stared at each other realizing how strange this all was, and we all started to think what we just learned. There was along period of uncomfortable silence among us. We all looked like we were about to cry. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hit the other George’s or tell the other guys it would be okay. I thought for a second I could blame one of them for all the stupid things I did. We realized we all knew the same thing. Finally one of the other two George’s spoke up “Let’s go to all these other universes and try to stop any mass murder, evil dictator, mass starvation, anything that’s horribly bad. Let’s make this demon regret what he has done.’


‘Alright” I responded unenthusiastically. “Do we want to go together?” one of the other Georges asked. We thought about this and all realized it was very uncomfortable talking to each other. I asked the third guy not saying much “How are you doing?” He paused and said “Probably the exact same as you, but thanks.” We all decide to leave together for safety.


When we left the universe we were in, it stuck around for a couple of seconds but then I believed it blinked out of existence. We were all being idiots and all stepped outside without holding hands. So none of could see each other. I looked around and thought I could see the Abraxas fighting universe very far away, which relieved me. Then I saw one of the other Georges I was probably just with in another blue sphere. He was crying and I think he wanted me to go away. So I did.

I found myself floating in blackness. As I started to regain my composure I found myself looking at nothingness. It then came to me to see if I could do what I had just done earlier and exit the universe. I tried cutting a whole in space and was relieved to find out I could. I poked my head out and saw a starry sky.

“Don’t go yet” Abraxas called out. His voice now that a normal sounding evil conniving business man. I pulled my head back in the blackness. Abraxas appeared before me in his horrible fire crowned goblin like form. Considering there was no other points of light or any way to judge distance, I could not tell what size he was or how far away he was at the time.

He spoke “I’d like to thank you. You have overpaid the usual summoning gift. Most people, when they conjure a demon, the usual hocus pocus involves, beside the stupid notion that a circle or triangle can trap a demon, the belief that you have to offer up a gift. Usually it’s the person soul or some other form of sacrifice but your present was the best of all.”

“What” I asked.

Abraxas smiled, and said “Well first there was that jogger, I raped and soiled his mind and let him go back to his family. He alone will create and endless circle of pain fear and hatred. Then there are all those scientists and engineers who lost their jobs and security clearances and any hope they had of believing in angels. All they saw was another chunk of mass stuck in the ground behind their tunnel which save me a little energy. Moving on, you left your once healthy family behind telling your wife you were going to just step out and get the papers however to never return again. While doing this you yet broke another oath to his name (God), by summoning me. Then finally you’re left with the false hope of having stopped a killer. “


“The next lesson I would like to teach you is the multi-verse. On one universe your wife and kids are crying because daddy is gone. Daddy you stepped outside into a different universe, you made up by thinking about it really hard. On your made up universe you could look back on time and beat the speed of light. I’d like you to try that on the universe your wife and kids are. I doubt you’ll ever get to though because, right now every second, more universes are created and spreading like a cancer. You might want to start looking for your family now, every universe you pop into, the chances you find your family is one in an infinite. Now that this information is too late, if you want to go back and forth out of time do what the rest of us do. Step outside the universe and look at it from the outside in, and step back in where you want. So you see, you never really stopped that killer, just some other would be killer you created.”


After Abraxas told me all of this as my heart was sinking deep into my guts. He started laughing. As the demon laughed, I tried to ponder all the pain I had caused. I felt pain from the guilt, but mostly I was in pain from the chance of never seeing my family again. The demon kept laughing. My anger grew and madness stirred up in me. I charged the demon knowing he was far more powerful than me. I screamed that in Jesus’s name I will rip him from limb to limb. As I charged Abraxas, he either grew or was very far away. As I moved closer I could see he was a giant.


He called me a fool for trying to serve two masters and that I had abandoned God ever since I started working for him. He claimed he would always be my master. He laughed again. I started doing as he suggested and I moved back and forth through time hopping in and out of the universe. Each time I moved in and out of the universe I created another me. I multiplied myself in the thousands and we were all charging the giant Demon. I with others of me went towards the monsters belly and ripped out his insides.


I looked up above and saw that the demons’ head had been removed. He still continued to laugh however. The organs I had been ripping turned into snake like creatures, trying to wrap around me. He then became many creatures in forms of birds, snakes, and gargoyles and started killing us off. Some Georges’ started to flee, while some continued to multiply and stay and fight. Small heads of Abraxas appeared and told other George’s how they would eventually die.

“You will find yourself in an event horizon, your body becoming a long condensed string.”

“You will die a murderer and cause an improbability, causing an entire living universe to explode”

“You, your body will be inhabited by civilizations that rise and fall with in a breath, as you try and scratch at wars gone by. The intelligent beings will burrow into your skin for natural resources, causing an incredibly slow and painful death.”

At this point I fled from the fight. Not wishing to know my fate.

I stepped out of the tree line in the backyard and headed back towards the house. My brain still felt like it was being stretch and pulled on. I tried unsuccessfully to make it stop by clenching my teeth. As I walked back towards the house I experimented by passing one arm through my other. I looked around to see if anybody saw me do it. I forgot that I probably shouldn’t do that out in the open. I walked up to the paper still sitting on the ground, and sure enough the article of the child murderer was still there. I thought to myself how the hell do I get from here to where the killer is. I fished for answers in my pulsating brain. I started rereading the article and then I stared at the killers’ photo focusing on him. I tried to imagine the daycare this sicko walked into. Then the thought came to take a step forward.

I stepped out of my world into a school hall. This is the first time I traveled through time on my own, and I was somewhat excited. I heard children’s playful voices coming form both sides of the hall. I remember I felt somewhat big inside the hall, possibly relating to how short I used to be when I was back in a school at such a young age. Immediately, I noticed what did not fit in the picture. In twenty feet in front of me walked a man who I believed to be the killer. A disheveled looking creature with his back turned to me lurking forward not yet aware of my presence. I said the killer’s name “Roberts”, the man turned around with a dazed and sad look, seeming like he hadn’t washed in days. I matched his face to the memory of the news paper photo immediately.

I stuck out my hand reassuringly and told him to stay where he was. I walked closer to him trying to act as his friend. As I stepped closer however his mouth opened and his teeth gritted and a mad look grew in his eyes. His hand moved downward and reached inside his button shirt towards a carving knife I saw that he had tucked into his pants. Quickly trying to get this over with, I ran towards him dematerializing. Roberts’ with animal mentality let out a gnarled scream in frustration. As I reached Roberts’ I was in a half visible state. I did the first thing that came into my head, in which I stuck my hand into his head and materialized. I made sure to move his bone and stuff out of my materializing hand. He died, gurgling and bleeding all over the place.

Just then all the counselors came out of the classrooms to see what the noise was. They all started screaming as they saw me standing there, my arms to my side, and a dead man propped up against me, and blood gushing from his head with my hand stuck in it. I stood there looking like an idiot in a panicked state as children rushed to the doorways to see what was the commotion.

Bumbling to say I was sorry, I realized what a bad idea my method was. Looking for an exit, I soon looked up towards the ceiling. I shot myself up and out of the atmosphere. Like a bolt of almost pure energy, I flew farther and farther away from the Earth viewing it, watching the rays of light as they traveled from the earth into space. I was trying to hold my body together and at the same time recycling oxygen from different parts of my body. The farther back I moved from Earth the farther back I could see in time by adjusting the dissipating light and my eyes. I saw the killer walking backwards into his car and driving backwards down the street. I had to get myself back to Earth so I could breathe oxygen again. Keeping a note of where I saw the killer’s car, I shot myself back towards Earth. I ended up next to the car and decided to make it come to complete stop simply by placing my hand on it. By manipulating the whole space of the front of the car, the rest of the car was free to crush up from behind it. Roberts’ face hit the steering wheel and then the window. It was a bloody mess but certainly not as bad and traumatic as in the school in which the incident would thankfully never take place. Roberts was buckled in and I wasn’t sure if he was dead but I put my hand on him and left an air pocket in his brain just in case.

Now I figured I could jump back home not a second after I originally jumped to the school and nobody would be the wiser.

I stepped back through a portal I made, time and space was coming to me very naturally it seemed. I ended up back in front of my house. I walked over to the newspaper laying on the ground. I was happy to see it now featured a different headline. My happiness soon turned to puzzlement as I noticed that all the other stories were different as well. I thought it very strange and walked up to open the door, but it was locked.

Oh $#!+ I thought what if changing things yesterday, means that I never wake up early. I never read the paper and now there’s two of me. I faded myself through the house and stopped anything from reflecting off of me so I would be unseen. My mind was racing again and I thought “If there were two Georges, I might have to go and let the other George keep the wife and kids unless I could fade both of us into one some how.”

Inside the house though there was a different carpet, different paint and different pictures of people I didn’t even know. I was wondering if I should make water come out of my eyes, or if I should control my heart beat to normal. I thought about calling his name but before his name even popped into my head, I heard Abraxas’s horrible laugh.

From out of the kitchen entrance way a rat scuttled out and headed towards me laughing with sound of a young child’s laugh, and then the rat seemed to fall dead at the base of my foot. I backed away, my eyes fixated on the convulsing rat. Its legs kicked uncontrollably at the sky, and from its stomach a bulging tear seem to appear. From the rats’ wound a cockroach scuttled out, and quickly ran to my feet and on to my leg. Trying to shake it off as it crawled quickly up my body I swatted at it but it clung onto my arm and ran up onto my face. I tried to tear the bug out of my mouth. I then tried manipulating my cells to push the thing out side of my body. I felt a constricting all over and blackish splotches started appearing all over on me. I tried to manipulate not choking but I was panicking. Suddenly the black splotches on my skin started spreading into the air in the form of dark inky clouds around me. The inky clouds continued till a blackness surrounded everything and once again I found myself in another place, consisting of nothing but pitch black.

I wake up early every day at least compared to most people I know. I blame this generally on the Army. My wife and kids don’t like it, but I think it’s a good habit. I think it makes the day last a little bit longer and I need all the time I can get. So this one particular morning I woke up and my wife asked me “Why especially on a weekend?” I told her I was just going to get the papers. I checked the crib where my youngest was still sleeping with her thumb in her mouth. Then I checked next door I didn’t end up waking my daughters even though I was kind of hoping to. If I did, I’d have somebody to hang out with. Then I went to the bathroom hoping the toilet flush would get somebody up but to no luck. So I went downstairs and checked the fridge and slipped on my old shoes to get the paper. I walked outside and as I leaned over to pick it up I saw headlines that instantly turned my stomach.

Some child killer made it on the front page. I know the chances of my kids being affected are less than winning the lottery and all that, but it really made me sick. Two of the kids were my oldest daughters’ age and what he did to these children was unspeakable. I felt like vomiting, so I can’t imagine what the parents of those children were going through. When I was in Iraq I heard about dead children all the time and I’d see kids missing arms and legs it made me sick then but now that I had my own kids tears were welling up in my eyes, (I cry a lot and my wife hates it) I thought about my kids lying down smiling in their beds and I became so angry. I couldn’t think of anything to do. I balled my fists up and realized it was a bad idea to hit anything. I went outside and looked around. Then I went ahead and did it. I whispered Abraxas.

Abraxas voice popped into my head and it said move farther back into the yard behind the trees. So I walked to the end of the back yard. I stopped about two feet into the wood line and I saw a dark green nose and a clawed hand behind a tree. Then Abraxas spoke with the same muffled low computer voice as in my dream. “You want to kill this murderer before he could kill those girls, we can do that.”


I asked Abraxas about how he said I would learn those powers he used earlier. As I spoke I slowly inched around to get a better look at him.

He replied “Yes I was anxiously awaiting for you to learn. Awaiting for you to do great things.” I saw one of his red eyes and the tip of his protruding pot belly stomach and apart of his long crown on its head that looked like it had been melted upwards.

“Teach me, please” I said.


Now Abraxas stepped fully out he was around four feet tall, wet and oily looking. His large bulging red eyes left little room for the bridge of his long nose. His crown was surrounded by fire but the fire didn’t seem to affect the near bye tree. His huge deep muffled voice did not match the body. He looked at me “Do not fear me” he said, then I saw its’ teeth that were multiple rows of razors like fangs. “Let me whisper something into your ears” and he beckoned me to lean forward. He whispered I will tell you one of the 72 names I have learned of the living Creator. You will be able to travel back and forth in time and in and out of dimensions. Your brain will be in much pain as you realize every atom of your body and every function your body performs. Just relax and don’t try and stop anything till you’re done with the realization.


Then Abraxas spoke something into my ear. I saw my brain fill with light and the blood and the chemicals surrounding my nerves that were lighting up traveling through a maze. My nerves were all firing and blood poured into my spine and the blood flowed into my heart all around my body. I could stop my lungs if I wanted to. I was sure I was going into seizures, as I thought my head was being ripped open as I was laying on the revolving Earth its’ moon moving around it, while the earth rotated around the sun. As my mind pushed outwards towards space, I could hear voices from the past as the sun turned white and joined a series of other white dots in the galaxy. My blood was flowing louder than I ever noticed carrying oxygen through so many different passage ways. I saw the oxygen and the particles it was made from, and the quarks that made up the particles. I could hear them spinning and disappearing. My body lay on the ground filled with electricity and convulsing, as I thought I would die.

When I came to, my face laid in a puddle of my own vomit and my whole body ached. Apparently, I forgot to blink the whole time and my eyes hurt as particles of light were all racing in. Abraxas spoke to me and said “The Creature with the flaming sword who guards Eden the beginning of time has moved forward, first to the end of the Crucifixion then to the end of the prophet Mohammed. Do not move to that time or anywhere before it or you will find yourself in the sword’s flame. If I could get away with lying in the Virgin’s womb and be king, I would, believe me. Also getting past 2012 can be very bad for your health as well, but it has yet to be decided. I’ll let you clean up and play with what you learned, call me soon. I know you will.

Nothing has ever made me happier than spending time with my family. I had a beautiful wife and three beautiful daughters all a year apart. I was hoping for a boy but there was no evidence that my wife and I were going to give up trying. My family kept me working hard and on the right path. We were by no means rich, our typical fun was, we’d go visit relatives, or we’d have relatives over the house. In the summer we had a small inflatable pool, that my wife would stick her feet in while the girls would splash around, while I fooled around with the grill. Money was tight but my wife got to stay home from work and look after the kids and often her sisters would come over and help out. I had some website projects with some friends and I was hoping to eventually turn the tiny pool into a real pool. My wife was a saint. She was intelligent and beautiful and for some reason spent a lot of time outside. Most people I knew growing up never used the back yard. She would always find some reason to get the whole family in the backyard.


I could already tell my daughters were going to be very smart. I’d try to get them to watch Star Wars but they of course preferred watching the same Disney movies over and over. Even I started learning all the words to little Mermaid. My wife would roll her eyes as I snuck a Queen Amidala into my oldest daughters Barbie Case. What I think was most amazing is my daughters would always share, while other kids just grabbed and took things. If some other kid starting making a fuss and grabbed something from my oldest daughter, she wouldn’t cry she’d just back away and look at me confused. Like “Dad, what’s this kids problem?”


My wife was always making sure we were doing the right thing. She participated in support groups in the Church to help out the less fortunate. We’d often go and work in the Church soup kitchen and we figured once the girls got a little bit older we’d have them help out at the soup kitchen as well. It would help them learn not to take things for granted. My wife was very strict when it came to prayers and I knew that she would always keep me on the straight and narrow. All I needed to do to get to Heaven was to stay by her side, which is where I always wanted to be.


One day the subject came up of some buddies and I going to a haunted house. I told my wife about the plans and she told me she was not comfortable with the idea and explained why, but basically told me I could go with no hard feelings. I explained to her how it was no big deal and we did it in college and in high school and I never saw anything haunted anyway. Then I realized I didn’t want to go either, I had no desire to screw around a supposed witch’s grave not for the sane reason of being a grown up, it’s for the slim chance of anything actually being haunted. I did not feel like I wanted to be reminded of anything evil. I had my kids and my wife and I didn’t want any evil even creeping into my world. So I called back up my buddy Dan and blamed my wife on not letting me go. I let here hear it which I received a playful slap from.


When my oldest daughter was four, I was questioning my past. Maybe all the time travel stuff was a dream, I would think? Then the TV would come on and I realize a lot of the same things were happening that happened before. Some stuff was different though as if my different choices in life ended up changing things little by little where I eventually wouldn’t remember half the things I read in the news. I tried to block the whole notion of me time traveling out of my mind. It still didn’t seem right. Why would I have to have scientists transport me while Abraxas could do it like it was nothing the whole time? Why did Abraxas shoot others that looked like me? Finally I wondered what if something happened to one of my daughters like a car crash or they fell and hit their heads, could I just call Abraxas and stop it before it even happened? Also if I called out Abraxas is that the same thing as summoning a demon.? As long as I had my beautiful and loving wife and my hilariously cute kids, I told myself I would not concern myself on those subjects for my family and for the Grace of God.

I was crouched down with my hand on the wet sidewalk looking up at the George standing next to me holding a gun with a silencer. He looked around and down at me with red eyes and said “Hold on let me handle this and we’ll get out of here.” He walked over to the dead George with the papers all over the place. All he did was touch the dead George 2 and the body dematerialized like a dead man in a video game. Then he ran across the street to the other dead George and made what appeared a slit in the air, he dragged the dead George out of the bushes and shoved him into the slit.

After he had got rid of the bodies, he walked back towards me wiping his hands together and looking around. I was looking around as well but it seemed that nobody was really close enough to see what just happened. I asked what’s going on.

He replied “We’re gonna get out of here and you’re gonna get your wish?
“My wish” I asked?

He smiled “You’re gonna get your girl friend back get married, kids and all that good stuff!”

I stood there and a smile came to my face “really, I am!” I paused and asked “Well your eyes what happened?”

“It allows me to see souls?” He blinked and the red was gone from his eyes, and said “Since you’re going to ask I made those other Georges disappear by sending their bodies somewhere else by manipulating gravity.” He breathed out “Tachyons are particles that travel back and forth through out all space dimensions. You see them all the time, but they’re here and gone, so you never notice them and you can’t study them because they don’t exist in 4dspace for more than a second. So, I attracted all the tachyons in a centralized place by manipulating and increasing gravity. I sent the dead Georges in a bunch of different pieces in a bunch of different directions. I’ll show you how later, but we gotta go.”

I asked “What about the future and the scientists.”

He replied “You tried, you did you part, you don’t owe them any more” he put his hands on me and the world faded out around me.

The next thing I knew I was driving in my car. My hands had younger skin and as I looked over to see who else was holding the wheel it was another me.

“Surprise!” he said were driving to your ex girlfriend’s house and your NOT going to screw it up this time. Now you know all the stupid things you said and you know what she wants to hear”.
I said to the other me as I couldn’t help cracking a big smile. “Thanks George!”

“I’m not George he replied blinking his red eyes back on. It’s me Abraxas I just using one of your bodies you lent me. Before I go let you live in the land of happiness and all that gunk, I just want you to know whenever you’re bored and you need to travel back and forth in time y’know just call on me, all you have to do is call out my name. We’re a team I figure. “

As I stood there on the MIT East Campus soaked from the rain and somewhat disorientated I started looking around to where more and more people were. I saw ahead where people were trying to get into the Time Travel Convention to hear the guest speakers. There were other people passing by running trying to get out of the rain. As I walked near I saw the convention was also on the outside. I saw from a distance the DeLorean from the movie Back to the Future that they had on display, and they also had a small landing zone roped off for any time machine that might be stopping by. I guess with some snacks off to the side if the travelers were hungry. The Time Travel Convention seemed more tongue and cheek than serious. I walked up to the entrance and asked to get in.

The guy looked at me and he said “I already told you there’s no more room inside.”
“What you already told me?” I asked.

He responded “Listen I’m sorry but you can not get in unless you provide actual proof that you’re from future i.e. a cure for aids or something”.


I immediately pulled out of my pocket the Space Zipper documents. As I held them up they were soaking wet and the pages stuck together. The document was starting to fall apart. I held it up to the guy and he could see my face was full of despair. He looked at me and said “Sorry man you know how many people been saying they’re from the future with some crazy documents made up of fake math problems, your name isn’t Tidor by chance? “ “No” I said too quickly without thinking. Then I pulled out my wallet “Here” I said. I showed him my ID without thinking. It was from 2004 a year before the convention. I showed him my military ID, also I found out from 2004. I said ”Listen see it says active duty. Look at how young the face is, actually right now I’m in Iraq, see”. He said “No man, you’re going to have to do better.” I walked away looking in my wallet.


I saw a recent receipt that was destroyed beyond reading and a number of stupid club cards without dates on them. I found one that said 08 and another that said 07 but it had a bunch of random numbers around them. I couldn’t believe all my Damn cash was from 2001 and 2003 (look in your wallet). I told a couple people walking around I was from the future and couldn’t get in. They were nice to me but nobody believed me. I told somebody “Do you believe Bush gets reelected?” and they informed me he already was reelected. I told them about McCain but there was no way to prove it.


I walked around outside trying to think of ways I could prove I was from the future. I found a plastic bag to put the Space Zipper document in hoping it could be salvaged. I stood around sulking in the rain and questioned the whole paradox argument that if I actually got through to somebody would that create a paradox that would change all future events not leading me here, hence nobody will most likely believe me. I tried to think of cool inventions that were made in the near future that would surprise somebody. It’s not hard to guess at an X box 3 or a PlayStation 4 or that Microsoft would come out with an MP3 TV thing that holds lots of gigs though.


The convention ended and no time travelers showed up and people stole all the time traveler snacks. Hope finally arose though, when I heard that one of the speakers who was a teacher, was headed to Dunkin Donuts down the street with some students to keep chatting and having fun. The word was they were going to be there all night because it’s opened late. Somebody else said the convention host Amal Dorai might be going to a place called Hi Fi Pizza but I asked around and nobody else heard that, and it sounded a lot farther away than Dunkin Donuts. I thought now that all I had to do was cause some ridiculous scene. I didn’t need to prove to these people I was from the future. I just needed evidence that I was here for the people already in the future. If I freaked out a famous guest speaker they might talk about it later if interviewed.


Walking in the soaking rain on the way to Dunkin Donuts I was pissed off that I wasn’t able to wear the suit. The suit would have totally proved I was from the future. Why would wearing a suit stop me from getting here? Maybe the equation meant me not being allowed to prove who I was. As I was pondering if I was being played for a sucker again, I was suddenly pushed out of the way. I turned to look to see a person who was me running with a book bag on. Stunned I paused then thought to yell out my name “George?” the other George (George 2) turned and looked at me quickly and told me “Shut Up!’ I continued my pace confused and somewhat offended as he kept running. Then another George appeared at my side he looked at me and had red eyes “Sorry you have to see this” he said, as he pulled out a gun with a silencer on it and pointed at the George running in front of me and shot him twice in the back.


George 2 with the book bag fell and hit the ground, and from his book bag a bunch of papers fell out and I could see some books inside. Then the George with the gun, told me to “Get down man!” He looked across the street and looked at the bushes and a tiny tree. From the bush I heard “No, death c’mon.” George with the gun shot twice at the bush and out fell another George with a book bag on.

The night before the launch I was again contacted by Abraxas in my sleep. He came in the same form as before. This time I felt as the star spoke the voice was not coming from the star itself, but from behind my head and that it was slowly sneaking up closer and closer behind me. It spoke “Tomorrow you must not wear the suit they give you, if you do you’ll be crushed in the ground as the others were. Tell them for the equation to work, you must not wear the suit. Tell them I promise to deliver you to the M.I.T. Time Travelers’ Convention as they wished, and from this act, their fields in science we’ll be dramatically changed.” As the voice seemed to grow closer I wanted to look behind me, but when I moved the stars in front of me continued to move with my vision. I became unnerved when I felt the environment I was in seemed to be fake like I was watching a screen, making me realize I was in a dream, which I then woke up from.

When I told everyone at the lab that I must not wear the suit because of the equation none of them could figure out why. They told me that I might survive the tunnel but once I was gone from the tunnel wherever I ended up I would be traveling so fast that I would burn up and die and then most likely be shot into something. I was told how the suit acts as a giant airbag and as a shield, and without it I would certainly die. I repeated to them the angel who they all knew about now, told me that if I wear it I’ll die just like the ones who traveled before. Many of the scientists said they regretted ever having signed on to the project. Even though originally agreed to opening back up the Zipper, they never agreed to these new demands. I told them I was the one taking the most serious risk, and I understand how insane it sounds. I then told them the being told me, I would be traveling to the M.I.T. Time Travelers convention and that their fields of science will be dramatically changed.


Some of the scientists rolled their eyes, but then Dr. Bun spoke up and told the doubters. “Maybe it’s not such a bad idea. This being he speaks of has so far been right through amazing circumstances. If we did the same thing as we did for the other guys it would scientifically make sense that he would die the exact same way. Changing the equation such as removing the suit might be the thing that makes the most sense. We can’t fathom it scientifically now just like we can’t explain the supposed angel but maybe later on science will prevail and explain all of this. We might be doing a great thing for science if what he says is true. If there really were beings from beyond wouldn’t it make more sense that they would be concerned with time travel rather than say all the other crazy y’know stories, maybe?”


All grumbles aside the project went through with a total of only 18 scientists and engineers directly having to be involved. I put the plans of the project in my pocket, and entered the chamber of the bullet only with a face mask. I was buckled in by men with heavy suits and they strapped me in as quickly as possible and left the chamber. As soon as they closed the door to the chamber, the entry way to the neutron wall tunnel opened. I thought I might of heard the explosion. I don’t remember anything of the tunnel. I was upright and thought I saw blackness around my body for a split second. I found myself standing in the rain. At first I don’t believe the rain was hitting me. I assumed I would still be heavily tied and buckled to the chair but this was not the case. I noticed I smelled like burnt almond cookies. After a short dizziness I realized I was soaking wet standing outside the M.I.T. Time Travelers’ Convention.

Now the Space Zippers go ahead is determined on me and a sit down talk with the scientists on the project. Scott and others finally said the only way this project can go through is if I tell them where the original riders of the space zipper are. I asked them “If I do, will the project go through, and will I ride it?” They looked around at each other and started nodding heads, some not looking so sure and they finally told me “Yes”. I then told them that the previous riders were dead 22 and 26 feet inside the ground at the end of the zipper tunnel.


Some scientists were amazed, Scott was pissed off. I think he was hoping I’d say the angel in my dreams was one of the space travelers being an ascended type being or something along those lines ala 2001 Space Odyssey scenario. The scientists worked out a way to scan the ground to see if I was right. At the end of the tunnel they found two hunks of compact mass. They concluded that riders of the space zipper popped out of space and then popped back in when the tunnel was over moving on the same route. Once they popped back into space the ground which was already present and took up the space they were moving into became one with them. Hence they were half ground half human and compacted from going at an incredibly high speed. They would not be a pretty site to dig up; however they would be an important find to study. The notion that dead scientists would be important scientific find seemed a very cold way of viewing the situation. Hence some dirty looks were given from one scientist to another.


They group had to ask “Why would the scenario be any different for me as it was the other two zipper riders?’ At this time through rumor mostly every one knew my bizarre story. These guys are responsible for keeping the most top secret things secret, and now most all of them now knew my story through rumor. I was able to tell them the same source that led me to the bodies was the same source that assured me my safety. From the rest of the time on I could see that everyone was very uncomfortable that they had to work with me.


On the days leading up to the project I assumed I had lost my old job. My official excuse through my friend Kevin was a major family emergency. I made the agreement that if my journey through the space zipper was successful I had to leave evidence of its success where ever I may end up. Dr Hsu and Dr. Landsberg both agreed I should show up at an M.I.T. Time Travelers Convention that happened 5 years ago on May 7th 2005.


There was little I needed to do personally to get ready for the project. They tried to explain to me how the tunnel worked and gave me a booklet on the projects details to take with me on the voyage.

I gathered, the tunnel itself is made of highly dense matter made out of hydrogen isotopes called deuterium and tritium being pulled together by Coulombs force (had to go look it up I’m just repeating what I heard). Then these isotopes nucleus or centers is what the wall of the tunnel is made of. This is a heavy mass called neutrons so the tunnel is called the neutron wall. I was not sure if the densest thing on Earth was actually a solid but I was told if I got close to it I’d be dead. Apparently this wall was being held in magnetic equilibrium by the giant container around it. The tunnel is so dense it takes the generally weak force of gravity and makes it really strong. Not only would radiation kill me but I would be crushed to death by the wall if left in the tunnel for more than a second. I was to be put on a seat attached to a back of a giant bullet like object made of a series of different isotopic elements. The bullet then sits at one side of the tunnel. The tunnel hatch opens, and at the opposite side of the tunnel an explosion takes place. This explosion causes a chemical reaction that pulls the bullet forward converting the bullet into a substance that changes its magnetism to repel it from behind and attract it forwards. Time and space are pushed and squeezed to the sides of the tunnel as the bullet pushes through. The neutron walls gravity is able to bend and hold onto space time for the fraction of time so I will not be touched by it on the backside of the bullet. Hence it’s like a zipper that opens up space time but the zipper closes eventually. That was my general comic book understanding of the physics put before me. I’m sure I got it wrong.


The scientists said the main problem with this is once you pop out of time where does one go. There is no steering wheel or configurations to point you in a certain way. Also there is no mechanism for returning. Hence the two scientists that gave their lives understood that they were taking great risks all they had on them was a space suit with some basic materials and means to hopefully transmit a signal in outer space. I found out I’d be taking none of that.

After a day of phone calls and waiting around, we took a plane to the second set of debates which took place in Los Alamos Laboratories in New Mexico. Everybody involved wanted to know how I knew. They assumed someone leaked information to me. They even called up the family of the dead guys and wanted to know if they heard of my name. I then told Scott “If I have to tell all these new people about the angel thing I won’t do it.” At this point Scott was hoping the project would open back up and he wanted to know where his friends were.

As things were decided, Scott probably wondered if people knew my story, “Would it stop the project or possibly push it through? It now seemed that all scientists and engineers involved wanted the project to open again. Apparently as bits and bits of information about the project were revealed to me I found out it costs an insane amount of money to run, but it also costs an insane amount of money just to sit there.

Scott then told me about how the project would take a couple weeks to set up. Only half the scientists and engineers who worked on it before would need to know and be working on it now. He was not going to be the person in charge, it was a guy named Karl Svozil. Earlier when the project ran there was a small chance the program was going to be reported to the public. The scientist chosen to present this information to the media was a Dr. Brian Greene. Greene had worked with the media explaining science to the public before. Since the project was not an apparent success Greene was never contacted. Scott however disagreed with the choosing of Greene, for one he wasn’t apart of the project, and Scott did not agree with Greene assumptions on string theory and dark matter.

At the original project all scientists were happy to work on the Space Zipper. Top officials in the US saw many other countries popping up with underground labs such as Russia, Canada, and Switzerland. It was deemed that the US was losing some of its top scientists to CERN and other labs overseas. It was the perfect time to propose the project to get the funding it needed. Initially the space zipper was introduced by Bell Labs and it was decided that Los Alamos was the ideal place for it. As the initial proposal was passed up a rumor was passed that Russia might be up to the same thing. Even though the Cold War was over and there was no way Russia could afford to do a project like this. Once the project was described as the ultimate weapon it finally got pushed through even though the War on Terror had costs billions already.

My hope about the lab being a super secret facility harboring the “Time Zipper” shot back down when I found out on the plane that I was allowed to use my cell phone. I called my friend Alex just because I could. I usually keep any paranormal talk away from Alex because immediately I assume he’ll roll his eyes. However science is up his alley so I tried to think of a way to tell him without telling him about the dream and why I was on the plane. I gave up and just told him most of the truth. When I told him I was going to a place called the Palo Alto Research Facility and that there was a certain confidentiality surrounding the place. He not so surprisingly said he knew about it and that it’s a lab for the Xerox Corporation. He told me the reason for their confidentiality was because “Microsoft stole their ideas for Windows from Xerox. Xerox’s whole graphical user interface was an idea they were hoping to apply to Xerox products, but Gates and his crew thought on the broader scale of Windows for everyone’s PC, and that’s the basic reason why what all research and development companies do is confidential” Alex didn’t say Duh! but I felt the essence of it come through the phone.


I wondered if I had been tricked. Of course I could have dreamt everything but I was thinking at the time I was tricked. I was messing around with a demon and I was going to end up broke in California without a job at home, and if anybody asked me what happened I would sound like a nut, and slowly overtime I would go nuts for being a sucker.


This next part is kind of boring so I’ll go fast. I arrived in California, got some McDonalds. I went to PARC, they had no Scott Thompson working there. I asked the desk and tried to sound smart (I was dressed nice so I wasn’t a total weirdo) I said “I was told of a project by a scientist whose name I’m not supposed to discuss and he told me to speak to Scott Thompson. Is there a chance there’s a scientist here who sometimes goes by the name of Scott Thompson?” The secretary said she didn’t know and she didn’t see how she can help. I asked if I could go ask some one inside and she said “No”. I couldn’t really figure out what to do? If I did anything more I was going to get thrown out. I walked out and decided I was going to go to a near bye library and look up Scott Thompson again and type in physics or time. I hit up McDonalds again before I finally got directions to the library. I could not find a Scott Thompson on the Internet.


I finally found a Scott Thomas with “Time Travel”, “Scott” and “California” on Google. The article was about Steve Giddings and Scott Thomas writing about black holes. I went back to PARC asked for Scott Thomas and they said they don’t have a Scott Thomas either. I then asked for a Steve Giddings. Steve Giddings apparently didn’t work there either, but a scientist there knew of him. Then thankfully through a number of contacts I finally got a hold of Scott Thomas. Why I had to suffer through that I’ll never know.


After talking to Scott on the phone and mentioning the Time Zipper he was impressed, but he said it was the Space Zipper and it was no longer operational. It costs way too much money and was extremely dangerous on so many levels. I then told him if I can use it I can show him where the other Time Travelers went. We then decide to meet later in the day.

He was extremely excited, however as he wanted more details of my story on how I knew. He grew very agitated at my story and my lack of answers. I told him that’s all I knew, and his questioning still went on and on. He then wanted me to prove where his friends were and I told him he had to show me some evidence that I was going to ride the Space Zipper. We went back to PARC the following day where he discussed the matter with a friend there Roman Bun, where I was largely left out of the conversation. Most of the debate now became over the phone with Scott and other scientists. From time to time Scott or Ron would ask me some questions. I only gave what I could tell them except I did not tell them the location of Scott’s apparent friends or the fact that they were dead.

After I went back home and returned the books promising God I would never do such things again. I lounged around called up some friends and told them all about it trying to sound humiliated and trying not to brag about it, then I went to bed. Into an hours sleep I felt that either the bed or I was vibrating. Starting to worry in a daze I then felt a large wave of fear come over me paralyzing me. I continued to breathe in and out and the fear went away. It shot straight back as I noticed a green face at the end of my bed off to the left hand side. As it turned towards me it had large yellow/orangeish oval eyes very close to the top of its head. It was dark but I could see no mouth or nose possibly due to the light seeming to come from its eyes. I would also like to believe I saw that its face thinned near the bottom and was somewhat curved it’s eyes being the furthest thing out. I quickly looked as far away from it as possible. My eyes teared up quick and pointed near the back of my head looking at the top of the wall behind my bed.

In my head I heard in my own worried voice speaking quickly. “Do not insult Abraxes by trying to trap him if you want my master call on his name by focusing on his Sigil then you can have powers.” I tried speaking but could not. I was trying to say Jesus trying to make it all stop. Finally I popped up from my bed squeaking out esus. I looked around frightened but saw nothing and my room looked real not like it looked when I was panicking or dreaming about panicking. I got some water, went to the bathroom and slept in the living room with the TV on the rest of the night.


The next day I continued to question what had happened. I told my friend Kevin at work about my story. He thought it was interesting but I don’t think he believed very much of it. I don’t think he thought I was out right lying but I think he thought I was telling the truth, but it was my truth and not the real truth. It doesn’t really matter in the long run. To continue my story I drove by the Metro Parks where I tried conjuring Abraxas the previous day. My circle had been messed up, but for the most part was still there. It rained in the morning but the pavilions’ roof saved it from complete destruction.


I think animals took care of the salt and I also saw some tennis shoe prints that had mostly dried up. The circle struck me as still creepy so I always stayed at least two feet away from it. Then I got back in my car and drove home.


I debated whether my promise to God meant summoning demons in general or if it meant summoning demons by drawing a circle on the ground and saying incantations. One way it would put an end to the whole thing and the other way meant I could seek out Abraxas and seek powers of time. I should have taken the promise as flat out no summoning Demons, but my excuse was this new information in my dream is a continuation of the first and hence I never finished the first summoning. So no longer would I summon after this next step.


That night I emailed some friends, ate an assortment of my favorite cereal and brushed my teeth while the whole time focusing on the Sigil of Abraxas which I got off the internet.

That night I lied awake not really wanting to turn off the light and at first wished I had never done it, but after a while I didn’t care about the whole stupid thing and turned the lights off and went to sleep. I don’t remember what I was dreaming that led me up to staring at the sky. What I do remember is the feeling of being in deep space and seeing distant stars and darkness all around me. I don’t remember seeing my hands or my body as I gazed around. Then one star that was closer to me started to speak.


It spoke in a deep monotone, like it was a computer speaking muffled by a Styrofoam cup. When the star spoke words it twinkled and grew brighter. The star said “You know me by the name of Abraxas, you come to me to travel through time, you tell yourself and others it is to save lives and create peace, but we know it is to get back with your ex girlfriend, it has to do with power and loneliness. For these reasons I have hesitantly decided to grant you these powers. I feel that I too was separated from Heaven. His name (God) chose his favorites and kept us ignorant. Before man came, there use to be secrets in Heaven to those who were not the Creator. I understand his plan now and wish to return. My work through you will make that possible I hope.”


“Tomorrow buy a plane ticket to the Palo Alto Research Center in California. Keep asking for Scott Thompson and tell him you need to travel the Time Zipper and in return you will show him where his time travelers are. Once he agrees to put the program back on line. Tell him only an angel in the form of a star told you his friends are dead twenty two and twenty six feet at the end of the underground runway. I will spare you the same fate and allow you the chance to bring evidence to Thompson and his associates that their time and money was not in vain.” I was able to remember every thing that was said, and can remember my body feeling tingly like when your leg falls asleep.


I woke up the next day and tried to figure out if I should go to work or not. I looked up Scott Thompson. There are a lot of Scott Thompson’s. I looked up Palo Alto Research Center (PARC) but found that it was a lab that now works for the Xerox Corporation. Its’ company known for making printers, scanners and things associated with copy machines. I called in sick which I know was pushing my luck and questioned my sanity as I bought the cheapest tickets I could find online to visit a lab that works for Xerox hoping to time travel. To my benefit the lab in the past was extremely impressive according to its’ history. When I called and asked for Scott Thompson they told me they did not have a Scott Thompson working there. Then when I asked if I could schedule a tour they told me tours were not allowed due to security risks and the confidentiality of their work. This gave me some hope.

The main problem with this ritual besides the obvious danger of contacting a demon was I needed a nine foot in diameter circle on a smooth straight surface. Reading the Lesser Key of Solomon I also found difficult. It wasn’t exactly in plain English. So I combined some of my ritual understanding with what I read on the internet. Some of the suggested items are chalk or salt to make the circle and the sigil character (symbol of the demon in the circle you wish to summon), and candles and incense (I guess for mood). I was able to pick all these up at the local Marc’s Discount Store. The internet also said to have something of value you can offer up to the demon. At such short notice I grabbed two hundred dollars in cash, and after consideration I decide to only grab 100 dollars. I also grabbed my Ricky Henderson rookie card which was going down in price and I was too lazy to sell it on Ebay. In the back of my head I realized that a Demon would probably have no use for such things, but I also figured the chances of this experiment working were slim.


Since I had no room in my house for this experiment, I had to do it outside. I had no desire to be seen in public performing this, so the best spot I could find was in the Metro Parks. It is hard to find a secluded space in the Metro Parks. Even though it is considered the valley or the woods there are very few places which are not visible by bike path or the road. I decided to do the summoning in the middle of the afternoon. The reasons for this was not just me being scared to do it at night, but also being outside of the car in the park after 11 is a No No as far as police and park rangers are concerned. I figured also that everybody would also be at work.


So I set up in a pavilion which was much farther back then the other pavilions from the road. This particular pavilion was going down hill and its view from the road was largely blocked by tall grass and a couple of trees. After I moved two picnic tables out of the way, I stated making the circle. I had to be inside the circle to draw the diagram which I wasn’t sure about since everything I read said make sure never to enter the circle. I did all the drawing with the Crayola sidewalk chalk and made the symbol of Abraxas the demon associated with time and the one I was hoping to summon. Then I used some Morton Salt as extra protection around the outside border of the circle, and it was a good thing I bought extra. Soon as I lit the candles and incense in the middle of the day, and started to read the incantation from the library book, two joggers ran right by from the near bye jogging trail. I made up an excuse that it was art project for a movie and that more people were coming later and I was just setting up. My excuse was never used as the older couple just looked at each other and kept jogging by.


I continued to read the incantation summoning Abraxas. It was a page and a half. Nothing happened so I read it again. This time I saw the candle flames move around a little but it was a good chance it was the wind. So I read the incantation for the third time and waited then got bored and started saying things like “Show Yourself Demon” and “Are you Afraid, do you really have any power?” and near the end I was saying “Sorry if I offended you just please show up, show something, is anybody else out there?”


After two and a half hours of nothing happening I decide to wrap it up. I said the closing safety prayer from the book to end and close the supposed dimensional hole I created. Then as extra precautions I said the Our Father and some additional prayers I knew. I was feeling very ashamed of my actions at this time. Not only had I failed but I most likely heavily offended God. My guilt however was put on the back burner as I was trying to figure out if I should clean up the circle or not, and noticed a small puddle of black liquid in the center of the circle, a little bit bigger than a quarter. I figured I might poke it with a long stick and wondered if I’d be breaking the circle. I figured this could be a trick. Then another jogger came out onto the trail. They observed the circle and me, and then I thought maybe this jogger is a demon in disguise. Then I concluded that no self respecting demon would wear a sweaty Revco Marathon T shirt and a fanny pack. The jogger at first smiled at me, then gave me a quick dirty look as I stood there thinking with my mouth open like I had just got caught doing something wrong. Then the jogger started jogging away. I watched the jogger as I continued to make my way towards my car with all my extra salt and unused candles. The jogger then stopped a hundred yards down and continued to jog in place, and was pretending to rest and then as I drove away I saw in my rearview the dude started jogging back to the pavilion.