TAKE ME WITH YOU,
A Time Travel Fantasy
IT ALL STARTED BECAUSE OF A BOOK COVER.
Just the cover of a cheap, mass market, paperback novel.
A romance novel at that.
Started what, you ask?
My obsession with figuring out how to travel back in time, which is allowable in science fiction, and maybe romance novels with WWII nurses traveling back in time to medieval Scotland, but impossible in the real world.
Everyone knows that time travels in a linear line and past moments can never be captured again, except in memories. However, I didn’t want to travel back in my mind. I wanted to go to a physical time and place and be there.
And I wanted it badly. I had become obsessed with how to do this.
What if we could just snap our fingers and go to another time? Wave a magic wand? Or get in a time machine, dial a date and …
Before you pronounce me crazy, (which I don’t deny, by the way), who doesn’t wish they could travel back to the building of the pyramids in Egypt and see how it was really done? Or travel with Columbus and be there at the first sighting of land? Be there with King Henry VIII and see what life was like in the royal court.
Or be there for the signing of the Declaration of Independence and tap Franklin or Jefferson on the shoulder to make some terribly intellectual and brilliant comment on the times and current troubles.
Or, better yet, travel to Camelot and visit with King Arthur and his knights of the roundtable. See if the tales of Merlin, Lancelot, and Guinevere were true.
Or see dinosaurs for real, instead of just the bones in a museum or in a fantasy movie like Jurassic Park.
However, this was different from idle fantasies. It started that way, but became an obsession, and then a desperate quest. Why did this paperback novel ignite such a passionate need to figure out how to travel in time?
I mean, it was just a romance novel.
Let me first let make one thing very clear: up to the time I saw the novel in the bookstore window, I didn’t read romance novels. Never. Because books about love disturbed me. I was so inhibited about the subject of men and sex, books about love made me uncomfortable, especially the sexy parts with hot, throbbing body parts.
However, the book caught my attention because the night before I had a dream, not my normal dream of wandering around lost, or suddenly finding I was walking through the hallway at work completely naked. It was not the usual vague ones that I could hardly remember. No, it was incredibly clear and real, with full-blown sensations, an erotic dream with myself and a man making love in a forest clearing, with people watching as if we were part of some a pagan ritual performance. I woke up sweating and on fire with the images and sensations of making love to this man.
My cheeks flushed hot and must have been flaming red with embarrassment as I recalled it the next day. You see, if you knew me, you would know how disturbing hot sex in a dream would be to me.
What did an erotic dream have to do with buying a romance novel? Everyone reads fiction to be transported to a different time and place than their own mundane surroundings. To vicariously feel what the characters feel. To live in the fantasy life of people and plots created by an author.
But that is not why I bought it.
It was the man on the cover.
So you ask, what did this book have to do with giving me such a red-hot obsession with traveling back in time—for real—not just with fiction?
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Alice Arden Walker. Arden was my mother’s maiden name. I go by Ally because Alice seems too old-fashioned. That I even care if my name is out-dated is odd because I loved old-fashioned. I would rather have been in any time or place than the here and now.
March in the Year of Our Lord 1277
IT WAS BEFORE DAWN when I snuck down the servants’ stairs at the back of the castle. I stopped, touching the cold stone walls, peering at the steps, and then down at my clothes. A ripple of excitement flowed through me over my small rebellion. I took a couple more steps, hearing my boots click and echo. I stopped and looked at my feet. My feet?
I closed the book.
I looked at the cover again, and then the back.
I opened it again, and started reading. There were smells. Must, dust, hay, bacon, and some herbs, like lavender, rosemary, or thyme. And yeast. Yes, yeasty bread.
I touched my face and could feel my own palm, cold from the morning chill in the castle. It was a real face, and it was my face.
Wait. I looked around at my apartment, stunned. I smelled the must, the dust, and hay, and felt the cold stone. And my FACE! What the hell?
I continued reading. What I was seeing in my mind excited me beyond belief.
Want see if Ally learns to travel back in time? For real, not just through the novel?
MORE WORKS IN PROGRESS?
SHAKTI AND THE PRINCE, Enslavement of a Planet
430, 000 Years ago, Planet Earth Time
123,000 Shars ago, Nibiru Time
PRINCE ENKI’S HEAD ACHED. He had just returned from his mission on Earth to report his progress to Anu and the Council, jubilant with anticipation and excited to report his amazing find on the new planet.
His enthusiasm was not about his discovery of abundant gold, the reason for the mission in the first place, or his improved reputation for being the one who found it. Nor was it about the wonders of the planet, rich in so much more than rocks and glittery stones.
No one knew.
More valuable than all the gold in the world, those inhabitants were magical people who had touched him deeply. He prided himself in being a scientist, even though he knew he was really a hopeless romantic. But that did not explain how Shakti had touched him in a way that had never happened to him before — for any reason.
He could have called it love, or respect, or adoration. But he finally decided it was some kind worship and the thought of her and her people destroyed caused his heart and head to feel like they would explode.
His find was now in danger — his brother said he would kill them all.
Prince Enki vowed that he would save them. Yes, he would. Even if he had to kill his own brother.
The Clan of the Cave Bear meets The da Vinci Code meets The X Files.
IN 1856, A GROUP OF QUARRYMEN discovered remnants of a skeleton in the Neander Valley near Dusseldorf, Germany. In a limestone cave, they found 16 pieces of bone, including a skull. All of which found their way to scientists, who eventually determined that the bones belonged to ancient human relatives and the new species became known as Neanderthal Man.
In 1864, a geologist, William King, proposed the name Homo neanderthalensis, but in that same year King changed his mind and thought that the Neanderthal fossil was distinct enough from humans to warrant a separate genus. Nevertheless, King’s name had priority over the proposal put forward in 1866 by Ernst Haeckel who wanted them called Homo stupidus or Homo sapiens stupidus (“stupid wise man”).
Fortunately for the Neanderthals, who have a bad enough image problem as it is, King’s name was published two years earlier and hence had priority.
The archaeological evidence revealed that the Neanderthals lived in Europe for about 200,000 years ago and some scientists say even say 600,000 to 350,000 years.
Then about 30,000 years ago, they suddenly disappeared.
What actually happened to them has been a matter of debate, but that question is only a small part of the mystery. What were they like? How did they live? Homo neanderthalensis has been viewed as a hairy brute who stumbled around Ice Age Eurasia on bent knees, eventually to be replaced by elegant, upright Homo sapiens.
In more recent times, their very name is used to mean boorish, slow-witted, primitive, unenlightened, or reactionary. It has been thought they lived in caves, carried clubs, and existed like animals of the basest form.
Were the Neanderthals really hairy, clumsy, slow-witted people scrabbling for food and living in caves?
National Geographic, “Science has long since killed off the opinion that they were witless cavemen, but regardless, the Neanderthals have still been regarded as quintessential losers, that in spite of a large brain and being a well-adapted species of human, they went extinct nevertheless, yielding the Eurasian continent to anatomically modern humans, interlopers who migrated out of Africa some 60,000 years ago.
“Lately, the relationship between Neanderthals and modern humans has gotten spicier.
According to a new study that analyzed traces of Neanderthal DNA in present-day humans, Neanderthals may have been interbreeding with some of the ancestors of modern Eurasians as recently as 37,000 years ago. And another recent study found that Asian and South American people possess an even greater percentage of Neanderthal genes.”
So, maybe the Neanderthal were absorbed by inter-breeding with the new species.
Or maybe the aggressive Homo sapiens killed them off.
There are many theories about what happened to them.
Zecharia Sitchin, (1920-2010), one of the few scholars able to read and interpret Sumerian and Akkadian clay tablets, in the many volumes of The Earth Chronicles compiled what occurred on Earth in ancient times as told in great detail by those pre-historic people.
The tablets tell of a species of beings who lived here on Earth at the time that another species of beings came and colonized it some 445,000 years ago, the Anunnaki from the planet Nibiru.
Anu was the Nibiru leader who sent the colonists to Earth, led by his two sons, Enlil and Enki. The purpose of the mission was to find gold, which they found in abundance along with riches beyond their belief.
However, what else did they find?
Or, better asked, who?
RANDOM AMUSEMENTS, Series #1, Short Stories and Flash Fiction
OUR FROZEN WORLD, Flash Fiction
A DRINK OF WATER, Flash Fiction
SNOWBANK, A Short Story
DUKE’S THROW, Flash Fiction
PROOF THAT FAIRIES EXIST, Flash Fiction
MY BELOVED GHOST IN THE AMAZON, A Short Story
Does that sound fun?