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.

{Starting: George Mcdougall 1

NOTES FROM GEORGE 1 PART 1

To Family, Friends, and Everybody let me first say I am truly sorry for all the pain that I have caused. I assure you everything I did was unintentional. My explanation or excuse is the following.

I as some of you know have always been a fan of both science and the unknown and through out most of my life I have been reading about superheroes in comics and their superpowers. Often times I’ve desired these powers for myself and the closest thing I could find to people who actually possessed these powers in the real world were Saints or holy people(such as Buddhist monks or other pious people). There are tales of St. Frances who could fly, or others such as Maria Esperanza who had visions of the Virgin Mary who could heal people. Many of the saints had these powers, and my most favorite of all powers of which I read was that of Bi Location the ability to be at two places at one time.

I have often prayed and have at times believed found favor with God and at times been given signs or heavenly intervention, however knowing who I am I’ve realized I will fail when it comes to living the life of a Saint. I am constantly falling into the usual sin be it lusting, laziness, selfishness and self pity. Then there is my fascination with the studying of evil or the dead. Due to these problems I believe I will never gain access to represent God through divine powers. I did have a hope (at the time) however of possibly outwitting a Demon.

My thinking at the time was this- God granted the wise Solomon the use of Djinn (Demons) to build his temple. In the stories or myths these 72 Djinn of Solomon have been around since the dawn of time. They have access to knowledge and science beyond the realms of man and in many of the stories they are not a hundred percent evil. If I were to contact a demon I thought I would be sure not to make any deals, and if the experiment were to go wrong, I would hopefully survive and would scare myself straight for the rest of my life, and my faith would be multiplied maybe even becoming a Saint.

At first I found the books or Grimoires to contact these beings online. When I could not find them in their entirety, I checked them out at the Public Library. I took out the Abra Melin and the Lesser Key of Solomon. The ritual for the Abra Melin went about praying and being without sin for six months to get in contact with your Guardian Angel. The Angel would then inform you on how to take control over a near by demon and use the demon to work in your service. Then you would then gain these powers after a year of having contacts with your Angel. I thought about this ritual and appreciated the idea of being instructed by an Angel. However there was the whole problem of me sinning and what if the whole ritual was a bunch of BS to begin with. I just wasted 6 months of my life. So I went with the lesser key of Solomon, and decided to set up the ritual for the following day.