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Yarn [2014WC]

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posted on Sep, 6 2012 @ 12:03 AM
Yarn [yahrn]

[A tale, story of adventure or incredible happenings: He spun a yarn that outdid any I had ever heard].


So anyhow, here it is, believe it or not,

I had this friend who lived in Australia, a smart feller the type of character that doesn't venture out to much. Mick always had a thing about, "not wasting time with the trivial crap", he used to say, "look at em, they waste to much time, we have so much catching up to do."; in fact, I hadn't seen Mick in over 6months. So I figured I'd give him a call to see how he's doing, he invited me over for a couple of beers, said he's got something to show me.

When I arrived outside, the house looked almost deserted but you could hear him down the back. The moonlight was enough to see me down the driveway towards "the lab" as he called it; He loved to tinker with just about anything.

"Muzz, how are ya mate?" he asked with that long white bearded smile of his.
"Yeah I'm good thanks and you?" I ask rhetorically "So what's cracking?"

Handing me a cold beer, he says, "Ya know that night we hit the whiskey a while back and I fell over and smashed my head?"

Flashbacks now of his fractured skull and the blood, "Oh yeah, mate, what a messy night that was."

"Well since then I have been able to think clearer, don't ask me how, it just feels like my mind is overly focused, its been nothing but crazy idea after crazy idea, I just had to put em all together and this is where I'm at now.."

As he speaks he makes his way towards the triangle shaped object covered with an old green army tarp, whatever it was it was big.

I have to be honest, even when he showed me I had no idea what I was looking at, it was a triangle shaped vehicle by the looks of it, imagine the shape of a pool table rack standing on its end, made out of some white solid plastic material, it stood upright about the width of a man and then some, in the center, enough for a seat and controls but no wheels, I guess on second thoughts it looked more like a high tech cockpit perhaps, strange and very interesting.

"So what is it?" I asked as my eyes tried to soak it all up.
"I have no idea man, but what I do know is that it works!" he said enthusiastically.

"It works? What do you mean? It works Mick?"

"After I built the power supply, I ran the first set of tests, that's when I noticed it happening, it seemed to skip from one end of the room to the other, as if to blink from point A to point B in an instant, so I just had to beef it up a little and strap a chair to it to see what was really going on, ya know." he chuckled with a fearless crazy smile.

"Umm Mick, you do know about death, right? Did you even consider that you might have, oh I dunno, died maybe?"

"Death doesn't matter anymore man, that's what I'm talking about. Just stand back and watch." his body language suggested he knew something I obviously didn't, but I was about to get enlightened, ninja fast.

I stood back against the wall as he climbed into this odd shaped machine.

Slurping a final swig from his beer he chuffed with a wiry smile, "Righto mate, here goes nothing,"

With that he flicked a switch, in that instant my vision seemed to flex or buckle sharply then a blast of air blew everything around the room. It caught me off guard, when I composed myself I noticed that the machine was gone. This thing would have easily been around half a tonne. I think I was in shock, I didn't even realize the sun coming up outside. Lost in thought, trying to comprehend what just happened I must have waited a few hours for him to return, but in the end, nothing.

To this day no one has ever seen Mick again.

What should I do? Call the cops and explain what happen that night, yeah right, we all know how that would turn out. I have heard of the problems that arise when you have something they don't want you to have.

My mate Mick is gone, not dead, just exited from this reality via that strange triangle machine, I saw this with my own two eyes, and I know what I saw was real, I have proof.

Do I deserve a padded cell for having the strangest day of my life? No, like Mick always said, I got better things to do with my time now.

I don't care if people believe the yarn; I just want to thank Mick for the envelope he left behind, where ever you are mate, cheers for the data!


That was 3 years ago, I have recently had contact with Mick and let me tell you, he's a changed man.

Muzz, I write this letter to you to pass on to the others, remember it doesn't matter if they believe you or not, I write this through you to them. Apart of them will see the truth of this and know what is written will be within the bounds of only the choice you live in. Remember what I taught you about your future being determined by your "Conscious choices". Since I built the machine and left you behind wondering, I figured I'd help you out and let you know what one of those time ripples turns out to be.

Mick you're starting to trip me out.
Enough of the heavy get to the crux of it.

ha, no sense of humor Muzz, look its simple, it allowed me to not only jump from one point to the next it also allowed me to jump from one time to the next, though I didn't realize this until later, navigation of that new ability was even harder still until I figured out that its those choices that determine the flow of time space, I can now see what happens either way.

now, if that's the case and your asking me what September 2014 will be like, just because you want to enter a writing comp online, ha who's the tripper now Muzz

Yeah, I know I know, but they too also want to know, give em something Mick or they'll think I'm a nut.

They probably already do mate heh, Ohkay then.

In a nut shell, what you know of as "now" that is the current state of things globally, right now. Ok, so..

between now and September 2014 there will be a virus released on the general population, infection will be rapid, so fast it makes Ebola look like a joke.

No cure or vaccination will stop it; every single human being on this planet will catch this virus.

Horrific stuff,

Until you realize it's not a virus of death and destruction, no, this virus is a mental virus.
Just a few sniffles and a raging headache for a couple of days, next thing you know your mind is changed, your, perception of that reality.

a paradigm virus.

Focused in the now, we all see either side of our choices that is what September 2014 will be like, no doom and gloom, no evil cabal, no bombs, just you, aware.

The ironic part of it is that it was intended as a death and destruction virus, but something in the human body changed it.

Its release came from up above, some say it was to deal with the overpopulation and food shortages.

Life as you know it now is very different, what you consider valuable now will become irrelevant then, everything, apart from your loved ones.

You know I almost believed that Mick.
Yeah that just rolled of my tongue; you know they won't believe it Muzz. How is your prototype coming along?

The last of my gear arrives on the farm in the morning Mick along with all of my developments, when its built they'll believe us then, on September 2014, we will gift them, presence.

follow the link and it all falls into place.
i don't know if i got the point with this subject,
but its been fun either way,
feed back always welcome.

edit on 6/9/2012 by Ormuz because: (no reason given)

posted on Sep, 14 2012 @ 04:37 AM
One flag huh? .. well that's cool, who ever you are, thank you for reading.
least i know one person read it, and i guess, got it.

perhaps this story was too positive, and not negative enough.


edit on 14/9/2012 by Ormuz because: (no reason given)


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