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<blockquote data-quote="Doc 05" data-source="post: 187816" data-attributes="member: 11873"><p>“I can’t believe I spent good money on this junk!” I murmured to myself as I surveyed the pile of electronic mumbo-jumbo commonly known as the Hyper-Dimensional Resonator or HDR.</p><p></p><p>Developed by a “mad inventor” by the name of Steven Gibbs at his parent’s farm in Nebraska, the HDR was a combination of radionics, caduis coils, a wishing well, and a scary two handed electromagnet, all powered by 110 volts A/C. Oh yea, and I forgot to mention the Time Coils, a coiled wire headband to “connect to the brain and subconscious of the user to the HDR”.</p><p></p><p>I had heard of the HDR on some late night talk radio show and always viewed it and the subject of time travel with entertainment and skepticism. But during this past Veteran’s Day in a moment of melancholy while looking at old photographs from my tour in Vietnam, and aided by a bottle of scotch, I decided to purchase a HDR unit.</p><p></p><p>After a convoluted and sometimes confusing phone call to Mr. Gibbs and the wiring of $360.00, the deal was set, and the wait was on. A mixture of apprehension, excitement, and buyer’s remorse filled my thoughts over the next few days. Would this work, could this work, what have I done?</p><p></p><p>The package was left on the doorstep; it was a lot heavier than I expected. I brought it in and sat the package on the kitchen table. I hesitated in opening it with thoughts of returning to sender and requesting a refund, but I went with the “I’ve come this far” attitude. I unboxed the HDR unit, time coils, electromagnet, instructions, bar magnet, and of course; a double terminated quartz crystal.</p><p></p><p>I was going to need some coffee for this. After a fresh cup of “joe”; I settled down to reading the fantastical and sometimes vague instructions, with its talk of rubbing plates, stick reactions, and vortexes. My doubts were starting to resurface.</p><p></p><p>With the unit plugged in and powered up and the time coils placed around my head (over my “third eye” in fact; whatever that is). I had selected a photograph of myself and my two army buddies from Vietnam to place in the witness well along with a penny from 1963 and the supplied crystal. I felt silly and hoped no one would drop by during my “experiment”.</p><p></p><p>I was truly startled when during my tuning of the HDR, while making small circles with the index finger of my right hand on the “Rubbing Plate” and turning the dials with my left hand, while asking “What are the rates and frequencies to reunite me with my army buddies”, my fingers came to a complete stop on the plate. My fingers were stuck like glue to the plate, I moved the dials back and my fingers started to slide freely again. I moved the dial back to the position and my fingers again stuck; that was weird. I tuned the second dial with similar results; this was starting to get even more strange.</p><p></p><p>I took a deep breath, nervously turned on all three switches, and placed the electromagnet firmly over my naval and waited the required three minutes.</p><p></p><p>And then nothing happened; I felt disappointed, duped, pissed. Had I done something wrong, missed a step, what was it? A full moon, I needed a full moon, that was it. I checked the calendar and it was in fact the day of the full moon, what went wrong, it should have worked. A vortex; where cell phones loose coverage and cats bathe in the sun, that’s what’s missing, a vortex.</p><p></p><p>I’ll try again later, maybe tomorrow, after I find a vortex; if I can. I was exhausted and needed a rest. I moved disappointingly to the living room, almost a shuffle, somewhat in a daze. My cat was a little in dignified as I caused her to move as I flopped on the couch and quickly fell into a deep sleep.</p><p></p><p>I was abruptly awoken to the distinct sound of a rocket propelled grenade whizzing past my head, followed by a thundering explosion. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, along with the screams of wounded men; I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Doc 05, post: 187816, member: 11873"] “I can’t believe I spent good money on this junk!” I murmured to myself as I surveyed the pile of electronic mumbo-jumbo commonly known as the Hyper-Dimensional Resonator or HDR. Developed by a “mad inventor” by the name of Steven Gibbs at his parent’s farm in Nebraska, the HDR was a combination of radionics, caduis coils, a wishing well, and a scary two handed electromagnet, all powered by 110 volts A/C. Oh yea, and I forgot to mention the Time Coils, a coiled wire headband to “connect to the brain and subconscious of the user to the HDR”. I had heard of the HDR on some late night talk radio show and always viewed it and the subject of time travel with entertainment and skepticism. But during this past Veteran’s Day in a moment of melancholy while looking at old photographs from my tour in Vietnam, and aided by a bottle of scotch, I decided to purchase a HDR unit. After a convoluted and sometimes confusing phone call to Mr. Gibbs and the wiring of $360.00, the deal was set, and the wait was on. A mixture of apprehension, excitement, and buyer’s remorse filled my thoughts over the next few days. Would this work, could this work, what have I done? The package was left on the doorstep; it was a lot heavier than I expected. I brought it in and sat the package on the kitchen table. I hesitated in opening it with thoughts of returning to sender and requesting a refund, but I went with the “I’ve come this far” attitude. I unboxed the HDR unit, time coils, electromagnet, instructions, bar magnet, and of course; a double terminated quartz crystal. I was going to need some coffee for this. After a fresh cup of “joe”; I settled down to reading the fantastical and sometimes vague instructions, with its talk of rubbing plates, stick reactions, and vortexes. My doubts were starting to resurface. With the unit plugged in and powered up and the time coils placed around my head (over my “third eye” in fact; whatever that is). I had selected a photograph of myself and my two army buddies from Vietnam to place in the witness well along with a penny from 1963 and the supplied crystal. I felt silly and hoped no one would drop by during my “experiment”. I was truly startled when during my tuning of the HDR, while making small circles with the index finger of my right hand on the “Rubbing Plate” and turning the dials with my left hand, while asking “What are the rates and frequencies to reunite me with my army buddies”, my fingers came to a complete stop on the plate. My fingers were stuck like glue to the plate, I moved the dials back and my fingers started to slide freely again. I moved the dial back to the position and my fingers again stuck; that was weird. I tuned the second dial with similar results; this was starting to get even more strange. I took a deep breath, nervously turned on all three switches, and placed the electromagnet firmly over my naval and waited the required three minutes. And then nothing happened; I felt disappointed, duped, pissed. Had I done something wrong, missed a step, what was it? A full moon, I needed a full moon, that was it. I checked the calendar and it was in fact the day of the full moon, what went wrong, it should have worked. A vortex; where cell phones loose coverage and cats bathe in the sun, that’s what’s missing, a vortex. I’ll try again later, maybe tomorrow, after I find a vortex; if I can. I was exhausted and needed a rest. I moved disappointingly to the living room, almost a shuffle, somewhat in a daze. My cat was a little in dignified as I caused her to move as I flopped on the couch and quickly fell into a deep sleep. I was abruptly awoken to the distinct sound of a rocket propelled grenade whizzing past my head, followed by a thundering explosion. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, along with the screams of wounded men; I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. [/QUOTE]
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