Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Angels of the Quantum Gate: From Synopsis: "Personal Space": Synopsis – Personal Space , by William David Hannah©2018 Joseph Jayden, a young, relatively well-to-do, resident of Argane, coastal cit...
Synopsis – Personal Space, by William David Hannah©2018
Joseph Jayden, a young, relatively well-to-do, resident of Argane, coastal city in the North American Eastern Territories, blasted off from an almost derelict launch station in PTown, en route to the moon. As he orbited the moon’s far side, he discovered an uncharted crater accompanied by an intense disruption of his PSV (Personal Space Vehicle) navigation and control systems. He escaped imminent danger to return to the moon’s largest base on the Sea of Tranquility and to ask his engineer friend, Winston Gunning, to check out his space vehicle and to provide a way for him to return to the site of the crater and the disturbance.
Meanwhile, archaeologist Dr. Margaret Yeardsley of the Cartwright Institute, Greater Britain, as one of her assignments, attended a strange ritual taking place near Grover, Eastern Territory, on property that had previously belonged to Donald Henson, a character in the book, Angels of the Quantum Gate. Henson had been a corn farmer, but he had been forced to become an astronaut at the behest of some mysterious groups, not all of them terrestrial.
Members of the ritual group had informed Margaret Yeardsley that she was to seek an uncharted crater on the far side of the moon. Through that connection, Joseph and Margaret came to be associates in a search that led to companionship and cosmic adventures. (The synopses, and the adventures, continue....)
Sunday, July 22, 2018
That night brought a shared dream. Or was it a dream? They never really knew. But they were outdoors looking up at the sky. Strangely a piece of twentieth century music was playing in the background, a song about sleeping underneath the moon.
They stared at a night sky filled with stars. On the horizon lay a pale pumpkin-colored orb of seemingly great size. This moon should have diminished in size as it rose into the sky to grow brighter. But it did not. It grew larger and larger and brighter and brighter until it enveloped them.
They were blinded by brilliant light reflecting off a smooth expanse extending to a near horizon. They closed their helmet sunshades and looked behind them at Joseph’s PSV with raised canopy.
A streak of yellow seemed to stream from a crater wall. It flowed and widened until it churned the lunar dust into a gray and amber swirl. This yellow river flowed to the near horizon, but it did not drop beneath it. It continued to flow into the space above and onward into the cosmos.
They opened their sunshades to better see the mystery they were witnessing. This dream, it seems, was a special place for them. And it was personal.
- Personal Space, by William David Hannah