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A song for those in the future
By James Abbey
Saturday, January 06, 2007
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A short story based on a real occurence that happend in 1985
A song for those in the future
I do not care if you think what I’m about to tell you is true or not for this story is not for you but for those in the future, not in the near future but the far distant future. Just when in the future and who I do not know nor care, they know who they are. This is an experiment of sorts as well which will be understood by you by the time you get to the stories end. In addition I should point out my name is not James Abbey that being a simple pseudonym made up to give me some protection in the present time. What I’m about to tell you is true .
Before starting I should lay out some background information, I have done things here in the present to challenge the status quo, not the ones you see, those that we call “The world leaders” but those who set quietly behind those leaders making the real decisions, keeping real information from the masses. I know this to be true as I was a journalist, and while it is not an issue of right or left wing politics, in my occupation as a journalist I did see a lot of coverup, unreported stories and distortions that will make those who study this time very confused over what really went on and what was the historical facts.
Sorry that my time is short in writing this and I should not stray off too much, but somethings need to be said about the universe as it is. The following is taken from a lifetime of observing.
The universe has interesting qualities, qualities that rule the universe and that can be seen in a microcosm around us or the macrocosm that we live in. These qualities have rules that shape them. Take for example the kitchen sink as water swirls into the sink drain it forms a whirl pool, or pinwheel, call it what you want but no doubt you have seen the shape. On a slightly larger scale it can be seen as hurricanes that resemble their smaller brothers that reside in our sinks. The same shape and form are controlled by universal laws. On a bigger scale still are galaxies and while not all have the pinwheel shape many do. Then of course there’s what is at the center. Now days current scientific thought gives us to believe that black holes exist at the center of our galaxy and most galaxies, a giant kitchen drain leading off into other universes, and realities. Atomic structure itself is said to resemble in microcosm that of planets orbiting suns. Again the model seems to be stretched from the smallest to the largest.
We often think of time is stretching out from the point where we are in the current off into the distant horizon ending some place when the universe itself crosses an apocalyptic finish line.
But what I say to you is that this thinking of time is very present centric. Just as pre-Galileons dealt with a universe that was earth centric we think the present as the only existence, the future and past must pay homage to our present and revolve around us, that is they don’t exist unless we are there. This I say is a great mis-understanding of time. The future with all its seconds, minutes hours, years, centuries and millennium racing off into the future exists right now as does the past. How can I prove this you ask, I can not to you, not at the moment but perhaps you will be able to prove it to your self. So bare with me for a moment and take it as a given that the existence of the future and that of the past exists and that we are merely in the slipstream of time. The future extends out way out past the present and we as a remarkable species survive not with out setbacks and even mass die offs but some how we survive. Lost along the way for our great decedents say 6000 years from our present would be historical facts of our present. Even with our clever devices for record keeping and the advent of the Internet losses would occur as civilization loses its foothold and climbs back again and again. What would our great descendent’s do about this historical loss say 6000 years from now. Would they not desire to know what really happened in this critical time in their history. A epoch for them that was obscured by mist of time, and upheavals on a apocalyptic scale whipping out records of the past. Perhaps in the not too near future an Orwellian society exists which would alter historical facts or eliminate history altogether. Does it seemed far-fetched , do we really know what occurred in our own history 2000 years ago are even 50 years ago? If we had the means, a time device, not to physically travel back but a portal to looked back at our history would we not use such a device to clarify some of our own history especially that regarding great historical events? At one point such a future civilization would devise the means to do so, to peak into the past to write a real accurate history book on what happened. No doubt at first such a device would be used to dispel or prove major historical events or facts. Once that was accomplished the device or devices would be turned over to researchers to examine finite details of history. Think of how we would use such a device today, exploring Aristotle’s lost writings, what happened to Amelia Earhart etc. A detailed examination of historical people and their friends would be looked at but even beyond that a look at the major figures would be examined in finite detail. Teams of researchers would start looking at any historical individuals that contributed in the smallest of ways. Because of the danger of altering the past, something that may or may not be possible to achieve direct contact would not be possible by the laws governing the universe. Imagine the universe having to reinvent its self again and again, truly the architects of the universe would not be happy with such an energy expenditure. But hat about a peek, a snapshot, would that not be permissible? What would such a snapshot be like for of us on the historical end?
What I’m about to tell you is true it happened in 1985 and if I had not had a witness to the events I would long have discarded the experience as an impossible bad dream.
My wife and I had returned from a long day at work to our country home located just outside of Sweethome Oregon, the home was located in a small valley by its self, many would think the valley to be a lonely place, it was I suppose but it had a quiet charm. The valley was spoted with grassy fields and near to the house small hills could be seen covered with fir trees. The hills blocked the view of the small city of sweethome. The country road wandered around the hills emptying into the valley where set the two story farm house. The cold night air had set in and the wood burning stove did its best to provide heat in the old house. My wife and I had been working hard and after putting our young year old daughter to bed in a room just off our bedroom we settled in under the covers. The bedroom being a later add on to the house had an odd feature in that it had no windows to the outside just a large double door that lead to the living room were our daughter was asleep in her crib. We both were ready for sleep and had piled extra covers on top of us. After saying good night we both started to relax and drifted into that drozy stage just before sleep sets in. I was looking up at the ceiling in front of me when a sparkling flash of light occurred, which was brilliant white. It had come and left so fast that I thought it to be an effect of my tiredness or sleep. Another occurred just a little lower then the first. It happened so fast that again my mind was saying no that didn’t happen. But again and again the flashes came on strobing in such a fast way that seemed physically impossible. Nothing I thought could do that not turn on and off that fast. The flashes looked like a forth of July sparkler but far more intense and about two feet in diameter and flashing nano seconds fast. As the flash’s blipped out of existence another in a slightly different location would start up a few inch’s away from the last. I was getting worried about my health thinking is this what it is like to have a stroke of some sort. The lights continued their strobing about a three feet off the foot of the bed. I turned my head to my wife to inform her that I might be having some sort of medical problem. She at the same time turn her head my way our eyes meet conveying bewilderment and concern. “You see it to?” She asked in a whisper.
”Yes I see it, I thought I was having a problem...but what do you see?"
“The white lights.” She said back.
“Yes that’s what I see as well.”
“What should we do?” she asked
“Nothing” I said still looking at the strobing lights.
“What about Adrianna?”
I looked over at the partially opened door that lead to the living room where our daughter was sleeping.
“I will check on her.”
I threw the heavy covers off and quickly walked the six feet to the door glancing at the lights as I went. As I opened the door and looked to my right I could see the baby was fine and asleep. Not wanting to waste time, the lights were directly behind me about four feet, I turned and headed back to the bed.
I had taken a few steps into the bed room when one of the lights went off directly in front of my face. Its light seemed to unfold in slow motion, as if the flash was going much slower then I had seen before. It looked at first to be pink and unfolded like a rose caught in a time elapsed film camera. There was something there, inside the rose colored light just at the edge of perception but I could not quite get it, some geometrical forms of some sort moving waving in and out focus. The light was gone and I stepped into bed brought the covers up and watched the lights as they popped in and out of existence. My wife and I were quiet the whole time. Then the lights started to diminish in size as they came on, the time growing between each appearence was longer then they stopped. We both set there watching the dark room for a return, none came.
“What was it” we asked each other through out the night. Both of us having strong science and engineering back grounds gave us little clues as to what had happened.
“It Just could not be something made, we don’t have that kind of technology to switch a light source on and off like that!”
“And how did it get into the room? there is no windows in here.”
My wife added.
I turned on the reading light on the desk nearby and looked up at the ceiling. It had no marks and there was no ceiling light overhead.
“Do you want to go outside and look around James?”
“No, not really.”
I stepped back into the living room and looked at our daughter, who was still sleeping. From there I peeked out side the window at a dark country side that showed nothing but a quiet country side.
The night went on and I was up and awake thinking, What was this? I thought about it the rest of the night, trying to come up with some possible explanations to be able to get back to sleep. It was a craft from another world or a visitors from our future taking a snapshot. I joked with my wife.
“Just think some where on some planet there is this three dimensional photo on display showing what the inhabitants of this small backward planet looks like. Or maybe somewhere our great great great great great great decedents are looking at us wondering what strange ways we dress. The next day we were wondering even more when a report surfaced in the local Sweethome paper about strange lighted object’s, called balls of light spotted over Foster lake (about 3.6 miles west of our house) by several witnesses including the police department.
“Do we say anything?” Was the common discussion around the dinner table for nights to come. “No need to say a word we can’t prove it was aliens or a future visitor.” Was our conclusion, that is until now. Can we find proof? How about a visit from a future being, after all it would be easy to send a message into the future with out much expenditure of energy. I have done it here by telling this story and by making it accessible to some future archaeologists digging in the digital remains of our time who would see this story and wonder what was this all about? If you are such a person why not return a small acknowledgment.
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|Reviewed by Robert Apold
|After reading your story I wondered how I would have reacted to that experience. If nothing else, it would have changed my perspective of the real world. Several years ago I had an out of body experience. I had no control over what happened, but it did change my opinion about an afterlife. No doubt the phenomenon you and your wife experienced has altered your views about alien life. Considering the vastness of the universe, there is a high probability that intelligent life exists on other worlds.|
|Reviewed by Annette Hendrix Williams
|I am convinced that the explanation(s) which you have given for this phenomenon are what you want to believe. I have another, older explanation which I would like to share with you. Mine might not be as detailed, but I do not believe that it is future beings taking pictures of you. You may visit me at my page. I have an essay which was listed as a short story and the name of it is "Does Satan exist?" It by no means exhausts the subject, but it gives an alternative answer to freak occurences that happen all around us. No one has ever proven to my satisfaction that Satan does not exist. However, there are far more commonplace occurences that are not considered weird such as human cruelty or selfishness that also prove that our world is corrupted. The one about childhood leukemia offers a website which I hope you will visit. I can give it to you here: http://www.christianword.org I hope you will read it too. Let me add this. Even if you find a logical explanation for the flashing lights that occurred in your home, my convictions will not change. Yes, I know that there are logical scientific explanations for things that many have attributed to satanic activity, but there are areas that these same scientists just do not cover because they think that someone has already covered them satisfactorily but have not and perhaps never will.|