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<blockquote data-quote="ToxicRevival" data-source="post: 13704" data-attributes="member: 233"><p><strong>A Time Traveler inspite of himself.</strong></p><p></p><p>Alright then, so. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> Still the year two thousand. After a few short jumps to the future all lasting up to fifteen minutes and no longer I had gotten pretty use to the the arrival spot. I even named it "Landing zone". I could not figure out why I could not extend my stay. I arrive unconscious and upon my awakening I would be overpoweringly nauseas. So I would rest, then I would be back in good ole two thousand. I could not directly control where I went, what year, how long I stayed or the extent of power I put into it. </p><p> </p><p>I began to study the manner of which I Time Travelled. Take classic Magic in fairytells and games. The manner in wich I accomplished my feat is more related to sorcery than wizadry. Wizardry involves Ritual, vocalizing, elaborate gestures to focus energies. Sorcery is more natural it requires the skill to begin with. It takes a natural connection to the world around them, concentration and willpower. I began to suspect it had to do with the amount of "energy" I retained upon arrival to the future. I began to train myself making hops all the time. The year 2001 rolls around and I make my first successful extended stay. About half a hour to forty five minutes. I climbed the crest of my little embankment and to my dismay I saw disaster. Now, I don't want to be a doomsayer like everyone else. I do not want to throw down apocalyptic prophecies and naysaying but I saw devastation. There was little vegetation, sparse weeds and grass. </p><p> </p><p>A cracked street stretched infront of me, slabs of asphalt jutting up here and there. Buildings were rubble around me, garbage blew freely in the streets. I looked up and to my dismay I saw Mount Lemon. Mount lemon is a mountain here in Tucson I have been too often. Just to walk in the wilderness, see the snow et cetera. I continued down this street and came upon a standing building. A convenience store, Entering the store I found it ransacked, the front glass windows and doors no longer existed, shelves lay on there sides. I walked in stepping carefully over glass and saw a stack of rainsoaked and decaying newspaper. Unfortunately too this day I do not know what they said. All I could make out is "Sky". I walked behind the counter and lo and behold there was a discarded carton of cigarettes buried under the cabinets and wiring. I of course aquired them. </p><p> </p><p>I left the circle K and began to walk down a longer stretch of highway that dipped and turned in the horizon. I recognized this as the corner of Pima and Wilmont a mere half mile from where I lived in the now. Now, I have yet to describe the feeling as you travel through time but what is worse is returning. Because at that moment I was flung back into the now. </p><p> </p><p>When I travel in time I give off a lot of heat and vibration. I tax my bodies energy stores and increase the rate in which I vibrate. My breath ceases for a moment and I push my way through the veil that separates this from the future. It feels as if you are forcing your way through a fine mesh, your body splitting into thousands of pieces. Breaking apart. Once your through you have no vision only physical discomfort. You feel wind blowing, vertigo, terror. You could be completely calm and have done this thousands of times and the terror would come. It forces itself upon you, your subconscious natural dislike of breaking the boundaries. The terror will drive you back into the past if you let it. Like a last ditch effort to tell you what you are doing is wrong. The return is the same thing except much faster and much more violent. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>more to come</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ToxicRevival, post: 13704, member: 233"] [b]A Time Traveler inspite of himself.[/b] Alright then, so. Still the year two thousand. After a few short jumps to the future all lasting up to fifteen minutes and no longer I had gotten pretty use to the the arrival spot. I even named it "Landing zone". I could not figure out why I could not extend my stay. I arrive unconscious and upon my awakening I would be overpoweringly nauseas. So I would rest, then I would be back in good ole two thousand. I could not directly control where I went, what year, how long I stayed or the extent of power I put into it. I began to study the manner of which I Time Travelled. Take classic Magic in fairytells and games. The manner in wich I accomplished my feat is more related to sorcery than wizadry. Wizardry involves Ritual, vocalizing, elaborate gestures to focus energies. Sorcery is more natural it requires the skill to begin with. It takes a natural connection to the world around them, concentration and willpower. I began to suspect it had to do with the amount of "energy" I retained upon arrival to the future. I began to train myself making hops all the time. The year 2001 rolls around and I make my first successful extended stay. About half a hour to forty five minutes. I climbed the crest of my little embankment and to my dismay I saw disaster. Now, I don't want to be a doomsayer like everyone else. I do not want to throw down apocalyptic prophecies and naysaying but I saw devastation. There was little vegetation, sparse weeds and grass. A cracked street stretched infront of me, slabs of asphalt jutting up here and there. Buildings were rubble around me, garbage blew freely in the streets. I looked up and to my dismay I saw Mount Lemon. Mount lemon is a mountain here in Tucson I have been too often. Just to walk in the wilderness, see the snow et cetera. I continued down this street and came upon a standing building. A convenience store, Entering the store I found it ransacked, the front glass windows and doors no longer existed, shelves lay on there sides. I walked in stepping carefully over glass and saw a stack of rainsoaked and decaying newspaper. Unfortunately too this day I do not know what they said. All I could make out is "Sky". I walked behind the counter and lo and behold there was a discarded carton of cigarettes buried under the cabinets and wiring. I of course aquired them. I left the circle K and began to walk down a longer stretch of highway that dipped and turned in the horizon. I recognized this as the corner of Pima and Wilmont a mere half mile from where I lived in the now. Now, I have yet to describe the feeling as you travel through time but what is worse is returning. Because at that moment I was flung back into the now. When I travel in time I give off a lot of heat and vibration. I tax my bodies energy stores and increase the rate in which I vibrate. My breath ceases for a moment and I push my way through the veil that separates this from the future. It feels as if you are forcing your way through a fine mesh, your body splitting into thousands of pieces. Breaking apart. Once your through you have no vision only physical discomfort. You feel wind blowing, vertigo, terror. You could be completely calm and have done this thousands of times and the terror would come. It forces itself upon you, your subconscious natural dislike of breaking the boundaries. The terror will drive you back into the past if you let it. Like a last ditch effort to tell you what you are doing is wrong. The return is the same thing except much faster and much more violent. more to come [/QUOTE]
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