There are those that believe that one is a master of one's own destiny. There are others who believe that one's fate is planned. One cannot escape one's destiny. Does one timeline get created with each action? Or is there only one path through the dimension we know as time?

What are the consequences if one could control time? Change the direction? Mark the beginning and end of time? Direct time, if you will? Does paradox stealthily creep in? Or is time like a road, where one might mark the off ramp and return back whence one came?

Is time of a discrete nature? Can we mark a point in time to return to?

Truthfully, I doubt if anyone will ever resolve these age old questions. But, I find I must consider these possibilities with these damnable equations.

Months, years, I have pored over ancient texts, and modern lore. Calculus, algebra, philosophy, occult, astrology. All brought together in an eclectic brew of science and pseudo-science.

The equations written down in this sheaf of notes say the impossible. That there is no boundary between energy, mass, time and thought. That through thought we may control the universe around us. That thought may be the only physical way we have to control that most elusive of the elements, time itself. These equations define the impossible.

I close my eyes, concentrate on the channel, concentrate on the age old symbols. The ancient symbols of power that slipped back to the days of the Druids, who only brushed against the meaning of what they had found.

A moment of dizziness. I feel like I am being pulled through a tunnel; a tunnel without beginning or end. I concentrate on the marking of the timeline. A huge wave of dizziness and nausea, as I tumbled to the lab floor. I shake my head, slowly opening my eyes to a different world ...

I stand, slowly glancing around. It is so quiet. Normally the lab is noisy, air ducts whirling, secretaries mumbling in the background. Complete silence.

The dizziness fades quickly, the nausea completely disappears. I glance around the lab. The tap that normally drips no longer does. I wander over to it. Look with wonder at the drop of water hanging in the air halfway between the faucet and the sink below. I have stopped time. The equations predicted this. Everything outside my sphere of influence experiences time cessation. Time is no longer a dimension for anything outside my sphere of influence. Concentrating again, the sphere expands, until I feel and see it intersect with the suspended water droplet. I watch as time reasserts itself on the liquid and it drops to the sink below. I realize that the equations say that I can extend this sphere as large or as small as I want. Create pockets of time. Attach time to matter. I collapse the field to encompass only my body. I still have my doubts of  paradox. What happens when an object leaves the sphere of influence? I  watch amazed as the droplet of water instantaneously reverts to its
former time. Boom, the water re suspends itself back to the time when time stood still.

Wandering out to the secretaries, I notice their frozen forms, in the midst of answering the phone, typing, etc. Overwhelmed, I retreat back to the lab. I concentrate on the equations and symbols. The buzzing in my ears, the dizziness returns. A moment of incredible vertigo.

Suddenly, the world just began again. The noise. The water dripping. The secretaries murmuring. I slump against the lab desk and sigh in relief. It works.

to be continued.........