Moebius Strip Coffee Table

Moebius Strip Coffee Table
Created by: Pierre Renart, Paris, France

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MY SCI-FI MYSTERY NOVEL

MY SCI-FI MYSTERY NOVEL
STORY SYNOPSIS FURTHER BELOW

NAUTILUS SHELL MADE OF 36 MOEBIUS STRIPS by JOAN BALDWIN

NAUTILUS SHELL MADE OF 36 MOEBIUS STRIPS by JOAN BALDWIN
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NAUTILUS SHELL MADE OF 36 MOEBIUS STRIPS by JOAN BALDWIN

NAUTILUS SHELL MADE OF 36 MOEBIUS STRIPS by JOAN BALDWIN
CAN BE BOUGHT AT: http://www.shapeways.com/model/1038055/mobius-nautilus.html

1st MOEBIUS STRIP HOUSE

1st MOEBIUS STRIP HOUSE
(Credit: Universe Architecture) Mouse click on picture for article details

TWIN RAIL MOBIUS can-take-a-ball-Pendant

TWIN RAIL MOBIUS can-take-a-ball-Pendant
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TIME TRIP ON A MOEBIUS STRIP(mouse click 1st video box below for my video of my sci-fi novel)

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MY SCI-FI MYSTERY NOVEL

MY SCI-FI MYSTERY NOVEL
Mouse click the first video above for my video of my book

THE MOBIUS CLIMBER (Mouse Click Picture for Sales Ad.)

contemPLAY Pavilion - by McGill University School of Architecture Students

THOUSANDS JUMPING INTO INTERDIMENSIONAL HOLE AFTER READING "TIME TRIP ON A MOEBIUS STRIP"

THOUSANDS JUMPING INTO INTERDIMENSIONAL HOLE AFTER READING "TIME TRIP ON A MOEBIUS STRIP"
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Robert Whitman - Mobius Strip Video ( of Naked People )

Robert Whitman - Mobius Strip Video ( of Naked People )
I came across this You Tube video (click picture above) of nudes forming a Moebius Strip which you may find either very artfully done, or just plain porn with a "twist." A "nude twist" that is.

http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/2011/04/real-mobius-gear-will-melt-your-mind/

http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/2011/04/real-mobius-gear-will-melt-your-mind/
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Snøhetta Unveils Möbius Strip Inspired Particle Accelerator

Snøhetta Unveils Möbius Strip Inspired Particle Accelerator
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Friday, August 17, 2007

A SAMPLE PAGE FROM MY SCI-FI MYSTERY NOVEL: "TIME TRIP ON A MOEBIUS STRIP"

 

Time Trip on a Moebius Strip  (Copyright 2007)
by D. Richard Lewis

Chapter Five

It took almost an hour for my assistants to secure an outside iron door to my shell’s opening, as well as to string a line of electric lights inside of its white ‘mother of pearl’ interior - almost as long as it had taken them to move the shell’s opening away from the lab twenty-four hours earlier. This had immediately caused the professor and I to feel instantly at ease with ourselves - the fear and depression we had shared finally disappearing from our minds.

My assistants, it seemed, had not been affected by the shell’s mind-altering effects. And it was obvious the shell was in perfect harmony with the electromagnetic field, or aura, surrounding only the professor and me. This interesting fact had been explained to us by Elaine only an hour before the iron door had been positioned over the shell’s oval entranceway. Elaine had referred to a book she had been reading on the subject of electromagnetism she had checked out from her university’s library. She had informed us, that because both the professor and I had experienced unconscious feelings of fear and suffering, we may have given rise to exceptionally intense electromagnetic waves, thereby causing the shell to fix these waves inside its hollow chambers, and reconstitute them when they encountered a suitable environment - the waves then converted themselves into sound or light by a system analogous to that of the feather of a bird, particularly the feather of an owl. According to Elaine, the ancient Greeks considered the owl as their symbol for the goddess Athena. Why this was so was anybody’s guess. but in this century it was discovered birds’ feathers could transform the singing of a bird into a train of electromagnetic waves, which could then be propagated at the speed of light. And it was similarly discovered that human hair, including whiskers, could function as a microphone and transmitter, thereby enabling the professor and I to pick up in our minds any electromagnetic waves being transmitted in the air in direct proximity to the shell.

Yet who knew for sure if this was the correct explanation for what had caused the voice. But then Elaine had gone on to say that everything had a voice, that all creatures were eternally singing the praises of the Creator.

Still, all this I had already known. For the professor had explained this to me many years earlier, but in more of a scientific way, saying in effect that atoms could produce sounds by their reverberations.

Yet what in the long run did these explanations and endless theories really matter, they could never explain away why we all seemed to be so scared. All the same, we knew we had to go on with the experiment. Whatever the true explanation of the voice, we knew we had to find this goddess, if that was the true thing Elaine had explained was in the shell, being projected into it by either the professor’s or my mind, then using our brains like some sort of radio unintentionally perhaps. And secondly, we had to go on with the experiment before the professor or I committed suicide unexpectedly, caused by our depressed states of mind reestablishing themselves.

Still, was it any wonder then, that I had been so captivated by that voice? A voice I now longed to hear again, even though I was still scared to death of its origin. But then I was reminded it was not nice to fool with Mother Nature or God’s heavenly laws. And I began praying this experiment would not anger whatever inhabited the shell, thereby causing it, or God, to punish us for our foolish tampering, because at the moment I was beginning to feel like Alice in Wonderland. I was hoping when I entered the shell again, like I knew I would be doing shortly, I would not discover a human-sized rabbit waiting there to transport me to some other realm.

By the next morning, however, while the professor and I were having breakfast at the lab waiting for Elaine to arrive, I had my five assistants begin constructing the giant metal Moebius strip incorporating its half twist, making sure the strip conformed to the shell’s spiraling interior, the many chambers of which they had already broken into and investigated.

My assistants had earlier asked me, after having constructed the iron door for the shell’s entranceway, if they could go into the shell and take the required measurements for the placement of the Moebius strip and lights. But after having seen the professor come running out of the shell yelling at the top of his lungs like a madman, all of them began to reconsider the idea. However, their decision to enter the shell became unanimous when I promised to construct for each of them a Faraday cage to wear over their heads, knowing I could not take the chance any of them would hear the voice and go raving mad. But would the Faraday cages also prevent them from seeing a vision of this goddess? I wondered at the time. But since I had not seen this goddess myself, I did not let that thought bother me.

It was then, however, before I had constructed their Faraday cages, that I had decided to fully inform them of what had happened to the Professor and myself, asking them immediately afterwards if they still wanted to go into the shell to light its interior. Having answered yes to my question, after I had fully explained what had occurred the past twenty-four hours, they all agreed that if going into the shell would further the cause of science, then they would gladly volunteer. Of course they had all said this only after I had promised them their protective helmets to wear. Nevertheless, being all cautious, as I knew them to be, they had decided to draw straws as to who would be the first of them to enter the shell. There was no sense, they had said, for all of them to enter the shell at the same time if their helmets could not do the job of protecting them.

8 comments:

  said...

This is Corbin from www.corbin.co.nr.

Great writing! I've only read your excerpt of chapter 5, but I can tell you've done research, and you're linguistic style is amazing. I'll try to pick up the book soon! Can't wait!

MoebiusTripper said...

I'm glad you liked what you read...I hope you like history, because all of the people in my novel are before your time, but they are very interesting and famous people...When you read the book, you will discover many connecting links that these 16 people seem to share with eachother...I was amazed when I found these links, which seem to all relate to either roses, the goddess Aphrodite, or the Virgin Mary...The rose is the symbol of them both...You will understand why this is so important in the story...

It also seems, from what another person said in their comment, that the TV show, "LOST" is very much like my story...Their are also 16 people in the cast lost...If you read what this person said, and you have seen this TV show, I would like to know if you also agree with her....

Molly said...

Thanks for posting on my blog, no matter how you found it! You probably got me at my worst, and it just happened that I used the mobius strip to represent, as you know, the 'one-sided conversation of a blog.'
Your novel reads and sounds very interesting. I have not read a sci fi novel in many years, yet the story line of your book is intriging. Lately I have been wondering about Steve Fosset......I just can't imagine that he would go out that way, or that no one could find him. I am originally from northern Nevada.
For what it's worth, I have never seen the TV show "Lost."
In regards to prayer, or as I would probably refer to it more as intentional thinking, or something like that, I have raised my children with 'expectation.' I believe that we or others do as we expect. My kids are successful, I believe, because I expected them to demonstrate high standards, and they did. On the opposite side, if a parent feels their child is a failure, and especially if he/she communicates that to the child, of course they will be a failure. I guess it could be 'prayer' for some, but for me it is a continuous communication of expectation as well as reflecting on action that helps a person to travel a certain path. Now, having been immersed in my children's well-being, I have neglected my own identity, and am still rediscovering that. Poor planning and expectations for myself. I guess that's why I have not written my novel yet. It is true that I have perceived myself as a good parent, and perhaps have brought that into being by my own expectations for myself.
Very curious about your novel and it's idea. I like your blog name and the name of your novel. Curious and interesting examples of mobius strips.
Hope you will come back and reflect on my blog.

Teresa said...

This is Teresa from geek97361.com/TeresaBlog

That excerpt from Chapter 5 has gotten me really interested in reading the rest of your novel. Are you letting people purchase copies directly from you online or do we have to wait until it's in bookstores?

MoebiusTripper said...
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MoebiusTripper said...

Hi Teresa, you can buy a copy of my sci-fi novel at Amazon.com...If you buy it used from one of the sellers on my book's page you can get it new for around $8.75...My novel is sort of on the religious side, but is very interesting because everything is based on actual fact...(I had to delete my first comment because of a misspelled letter in the word "Amazon.")

Clyde said...

Thanks for posting on my blog and for reading and giving me feedback on one of my flash short stories. I read your excerpt from your book and it is very well written and sounds very interesting. I seldom read science fiction, but I like it when it is well written and from a perspective I appreciate, which I think yours may well be. I added links to both your blogs to my blogroll.

I am curious if you read my stories using the issuu page-turning version or the straight text. I primarily added the text version just to aid search engines. Also I have a gallery on Imagekind that has some of my science fiction-related artwork, if that should ever be of interest to you.

In regard to the metal detecting...that is something I have always enjoyed when I get a chance to go to a promising place...something that unfortunately is few and far between. I also like to hunt for and collect fossils and arrowheads when I am out and about. As far as Singer finding treasure on Padre Island, I was not aware of that story. Padre Island is one of my favorite beach combing spots (see my The Beachcomber short story) and I always feel richly rewarded anytime I get to go there.

Jenny`xx said...

Hi thanks for your comment. Your novel seems very interesting! I personally just find the whole idea of another dimension intriguing. Thanks for giving me your link.