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Friday, December 14, 2012
Reviewed by Alice D. for Readers Favorite: "TIME TRIP ON A MOEBIUS STRIP."
Narrator Philip Grieg is a marine biologist and recalls the day back in 1954 when he found a gigantic nautilus shell on the beach of Padre Island which is across the bay from Corpus Christi. One of Dr. Grieg's professors at school was Professor Moebius, whose great-grandfather August had developed the "Moebius Strip" which doubles in circumference and mysteriously interlocks as space closes in upon itself. Dr. Grieg and Professor Moebius both experience strong, overwhelming reactions to the huge shell which is now in Philip Grieg's workshop. Dr. Grieg's students build a car that will ride the Moebius Strip created inside the huge shell. Dr. Grieg agrees to go inside the shell and perilously ride the car. Thinking nothing will happen as he begins his ride, he enters, hears a woman's voice and sees her apparition, encounters an obscuring fog and then, one by one, famous people from history who have simply disappeared: Leslie Howard, Glenn Miller, Amelia Earhart, HRH Anastasia, Judge Crater,Jimmy Hoffa, Joe Kennedy, Jr., Michael Rockefeller and Roald Amundsen among others, and some less desirable, as Glenn Miller sounds his trumpet.
"Time Trip on a Moebius Strip" is well-written "Twilight Zone" science fiction for real. Author D. Richard Lewis will capture the fancy of science fiction fans as well as fans of alternate history with "Time Trip on a Moebius Strip".
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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.
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The vaccine is to be given by a series of three injections. Speaking on the Republic Broadcasting Network with Dr. Rebecca Carley as host on July 11th, meta-analyst and vaccine researcher Patrick Jordan reported belief that the first injection will be for the purpose of turning off the victim’s immune system. The second injection will be for the purpose of loading people with deadly organisms. And the third injection will be to turn the immune system back on for the purpose of creating a cytokine storm that will deal a lethal blow to the body.
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