Event Date variable: 02/24/2025
Search Date variable: 02/18/2024
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long_Earth
From 10/26/1964 ( ) To 2/18/2024 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, illustrated above: DSC00096 1 ) is 21664 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/24/2025 ( Today - Monday ) is 21664 days
From 11/23/1931 ( ) To 2/24/2025 ( ) is 34062 days
34062 = 17031 + 17031
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/19/2012 ( ) is 17031 days
From 1/26/1967 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek"::"Tomorrow Is Yesterday" ) To 2/24/2025 ( ) is 21214 days
21214 = 10607 + 10607
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/17/1994 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek Generations" ) is 10607 days
From 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) To 2/24/2025 ( ) is 10325 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 2/8/1994 ( introduction - USA Congress - "Persian Gulf War Veteran Recognition Day" ) is 10325 days
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19641026-01.1.4&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
https://papersofprinceton.princeton.edu/princetonperiodicals/?a=d&d=Princetonian19311123-01.2.22&e=-------en-20--1--txt-txIN-------
From 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 6/19/2012 ( ) is 8371 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/3/1988 ( USA STS-26 crewed landing - declared the "Return to Flight" mission, being the first mission after the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster of January 28, 1986 ) is 8371 days
From 12/2/1942 ( Enrico Fermi to Franklin Roosevelt, presently 32nd President of USA: "The Italian navigator has landed in the new world" ) To 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) is 17031 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/19/2012 ( ) is 17031 days
From 6/5/1993 ( Princeton University, Commencement Week for Class of 1993, Graduate School reception ) To 6/19/2012 ( ) is 6954 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 11/16/1984 ( premiere USA film "Night of the Comet" ) is 6954 days
From 2/16/1991 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Star Trek: The Next Generation"::"First Contact" ) To 6/19/2012 ( ) is 7794 days
7794 = 3897 + 3897
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/4/1976 ( at extreme personal risk to himself my biological brother Thomas Reagan the civilian and privately financed astronaut in his privately financed atom-pulse propulsion spaceship successfully intercepts the comet nicknamed "Lucifer" - threatening extinction by death and destruction of all life on this planet Earth - in the outer solar system beyond planet Saturn and diverts it away from our planet Earth ) is 3897 days
From 4/3/1950 ( "Worlds in Collision" by Immanuel Velikovsky is first published ) To 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) is 17031 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/19/2012 ( ) is 17031 days
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Long_Earth
The Long Earth
From Wikipedia
Publication date 19 June 2012
The Long Earth is the first novel in a collaborative science fiction series by British authors Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter.
Plot summary
The "Long Earth" is a (possibly infinite) series of parallel worlds that are similar to Earth, which can be reached by using an inexpensive device called a "Stepper"—designs for which are, one day in 2015, posted online suddenly allowing humanity to explore worlds "East" and "West" of "Datum Earth". The worlds are mostly familiar, though others differ in greater and greater details, but all share one similarity: on none are there, or have there ever been, Homo sapiens – although the same cannot be said of earlier hominid species, especially Homo habilis.
The book, set in 2030, deals primarily with the journey of 28-year-old Joshua Valienté (a natural "Stepper") and Lobsang, who claims to be a Tibetan motorcycle repairman reincarnated as an artificial intelligence. The two chart a course to learn as much as possible about the parallel worlds, travelling millions of steps away from the original Earth. They encounter evidence of other humanoid species (referred to as trolls and elves); of human settlers who learned their gifts early – including Sally Linsay, daughter of the inventor of the stepper, who joins them on their expedition; and of an extinct race of bipedal dinosaur descendants. They also encounter warning signs of a great danger, millions of worlds away from Earth, causing catastrophe as it moves. The book also deals with the effects of the explosion of available space on the people of Datum Earth and the new colonies and political movements that are spreading throughout the Long Earth.
A young girl, Helen Green, and her family (with the exception of her brother, Rod, who is unable to step) trek across the long earth to form a new community, Reboot, on Earth West 101,754.
After stepping across "The Gap" – a universe around two million steps from the Datum where the Earth no longer exists – Joshua and Lobsang encounter the threat that has caused the slow migration of Trolls away from the gap. First Person Singular is a being that absorbs other sentient life forms, eventually taking over everything on earth before stepping to the next. It currently cannot pass The Gap. Lobsang elects to stay in First Person Singular's universe and commune with it, in the hopes of convincing it not to advance further, or at least to not absorb all other sentients.
excerpts, read also:
https://hvom.blogspot.com/2023/12/today-is-12042023.html
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me at 11:54 AM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Monday, December 04, 2023
Today is 12/04/2023
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/04/2023 04:26 AM
What's important is the thoughts formed in my conscious mind over the past few hours
I know they happened first because I can remember what I was doing at the time. One really important point, not described here, is the thoughts that formed in my conscious mind as I warmed in the microwave-oven to tepid level canned soup
Hours later, I followed that hunch and checked my original work code-pattern
Almost a full day ago I began thinking again of this story being a variation on a theme:
multiple silos
Here is this real-world a literal discovery of the topic popular in science-fiction: mirror universes
Then I started to remember all the work I did because of "The Peripheral"
excerpts
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/04/2023 06:30 AM
Thinking about that reminds me again of my guess about how "parallel universes" became a popular topic in sc-fi
I've written before about my completely uninformed thoughts on the topic
My * guess * being that it's because the position of the electron is unknowable with the state of human science
That makes it a variable
And since a scientist never knows "how much" then any math calculations in any sort of quantum physics is always going to be a guess
My guess is that math was used that featured variables about the states of electrons and they got some wacky results which they assumed meant there are multiple universes
Would that still happen if the state of the electron became non-variable?
I'm thinking about this again for several reasons
excerpts
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/04/2023 06:30 AM
If you're like me, then you see 'time' as always flowing forward
We have clocks that tell us that fact
The cavemen of ancient Earth began to suspect time existed because of the Sun
Wild animals adjust to time because of night and day and the challenges it causes for them
When I think of 'time' I will imagine a two-dimensional graph on a page of paper
A 2-d graph has two lines
Up and down is 'y'
Left to right is 'x'
You can imagine a 'z' line if you imagine that you are looking directly at it as it progresses away from your line of sight
The x-axis and y-axis consist of 90-degree angles, or right angles. Same with the imagined z-axis of a 2-d graph
In this illustration by me, those 3 dimensions - 'x' , 'y' , 'z' - are clearly present:
DSC09229 .jpg, by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/04/2023
excerpts
by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me at 11:54 AM December 04, 2023
This represents to me, an object at any given time. It is a point in space, anywhere. It is what I think we all tend to think of as "the third dimension"
Now, this represents a 4th-dimension, the presence of the passage of time. I think of this as something that exists in "the fourth dimension":
https://www.ne.anl.gov/About/legacy/italnav.shtml
https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/fermi-produces-the-first-nuclear-chain-reaction
by me, Kerry Burgess, APRIL 05, 2012
I mean sure, I think now remembering what I had wrote earlier in my blog about the cornfield. I was on that flight, while everyone else had ducked and covered and I was still sitting up so I could maintain custody of the prisoner, then everything went kind of fuzzy for a second, even more so, and then the quietness was staggering. I have written about that before, that sense in my mind of sudden quietness, and that was me sitting precisely as I had been on the airplane and there was nothing around me but tall stalks of corn and I was still sitting in the same airplane seat but I was all alone in that cornfield and it was suddenly blaring and maddenly blaring quietness.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 02/24/2025 8:46 PM
This blog-post by me almost - almost - follows the cognitive process in my conscious mind today
Reading today for the first time ever the text of this book, I like it.
Seems like a good story.
Yesterday, completely unassociated with this title, I noticed that "1923", the Paramount+ streaming-video serial, sequel to "1883", began season 2 of new episodes
Wasn't sure if I was going to get into it, but a few hours ago, accepted the impulse in my conscious mind to watch it.
Not sure when I will start on it.
All of this just causes more work for me.
"Dark Matter" AppleTV causes me to reassess that reluctance of trying to figure out anything from all this
I sit here at this desk and I am also reassessing the need to post anything here about any of this stuff.
Well, for one thing, I am just trying to understand.
May 10, 2006.
None of the fantastic stuff existed for me before that day. That Ironman triathlon I was going to only get better at does still exist in my conscious mind and that was the best day of my life, and all this makes me wonder if there is more fantastic possible for me aged 59 years, turning 60 years later this next November
Another thing, I cannot read or watch anything becoming more work for me and I would rather blog-post something about it rather than let it rattle around in my brain
Few other points I want to make but now slips my mind, so it's back to the content I am assembling and generating BECAUSE of the observations I am making
As much as I hate making a reference to that lameoid "Q":
Star Trek: The Next Generation - "All Good Things..." - series finale episode - season 7 episode 25 and episode 26 - Monday 23 May 1994
(from internet transcript)
[Bridge]
PICARD: Commander, assemble the senior staff and go to Red alert. We have a bigger problem than I thought.
RIKER: Red alert!
[Observation lounge]
LAFORGE: I don't believe him. This has to be another one of Q's games. He's probably listening to us right now, getting a big laugh out of watching us jump through his hoops.
PICARD: Normally I would agree with you, but this time I feel that somehow it is different. There was a deadly earnestness about him. I think he's serious. Which means that in some fashion, I am going to be the cause of the destruction of humanity.
CRUSHER: But didn't Q say you already had caused it?
TROI: And that you were causing it now?
DATA: Given the fact that there is an apparent discontinuity between the three time periods the Captain has visited, Q's statement may be accurate, if confusing.
PICARD: So what am I going to do? Lock myself in a room in all three different time periods?
RIKER: Captain, maybe not acting is what causes the destruction of mankind. What if you were needed on the Bridge at a key moment, and you weren't there?
TROI: I don't think we can start second guessing ourselves. I think we have to proceed normally and deal with each situation as it occurs.
PICARD: Agreed. I've been thinking about my conversation with Q. He admitted that he was responsible for my shifting through time. Now it occurred to me that he might be giving me a chance somehow to save humanity.
RIKER: What makes you say that?
PICARD: Well, he's always had a certain fascination with humanity, with myself in particular. I think he has more than a passing interest in what happens to me.
DATA: That is true. Q's interest in you has always been very similar to that of a master and his beloved pet. That was only an analogy, Captain.
PICARD: If I weren't travelling through time I would never have realized that the anomaly in the Neutral Zone appeared there in the past as well. Assuming that's an important piece of a larger puzzle, my ability to shift through time may be the key to understanding what's going on.
http://hvom.blogspot.com/2022/02/today-in-sunday-02132022-post-2.html
Posted by me, Kerry Burgess at 8:43 AM
Number 878: The Farthest Man From Home
I am Kerry Burgess. This is what I think.
Sunday, February 13, 2022
Today in Sunday, 02/13/2022, Post #2
Seems to me impossible to understand why the Western-genre is so popular and has been for so many decades. There's a new antenna broadcast channel I discovered a while back called Grit that I had on a couple hours yesterday, after tuning in, had to find out how The Doolins of Oklahoma (1949) turned out.
Seems impossible now
But many years ago, I did understand
I can remember being 18, 19 years old and I had discovered Louis L'Amour novels, set in the distant past of the west USA. Many hours at night in my bunk while at sea, I would lose myself in one of his novels, which I later started to think were basically all the same. Soon after, I found similar interest and focus on writing my own binary-code software for the Univac digital-computers on my next ship. Where I also discovered Tom Clancy and Stephen King novels.
Presumbaly, escapist-fiction works for other people the same as it has always worked for me: to imagine oneself as one of the characters in the book or video
What gets me now is how impractical is the genre, for many, many reasons
But the most glaring reason is because of their appearances
In recent weeks, I have scoured my notes trying to find a post I may have or may not have made. I still cannot find it and most times when that happens I do usually find it. And that's no small feat because the amount of content I have compiled in my notes is staggering
In the note I cannot find now, I made some comment about the covered-wagon settlers that ventured into the West didn't have clothes washing machines, also something about solar-power
Watching the first few minutes of the first episode of "1883", from that Paramount internet-video website, what strikes me most is her appearance.
I mean, her teeth are whiter than probably more than 90% of the population today of this rich country USA. The toothbrush didn't start mass-production until year 1885 and the nylon-toothbrush didn't come out until the late 1930s. Not that would give anyone such brilliantly white teeth as hers.
Not that I mind seeing her face on my computer-monitor. As opposed to some moldy old hag. But that would be realistic. And definitely not something I would want to escape to.
by me, Kerry Burgess: August 03, 2011
That's just what I had started thinking in recent days.
I was thinking about how the pilot had instructed over the intercom system for all passengers to assume the crash position that the aircrew instructs you to do before take off. But I wasn't doing that. I was sitting, I think consistently, in the window seat, the prisoner was in the middle seat and the civilian law enforcement officer that I reported to was sitting in the aisle seat. The prisoner was in the crash position, leaning over with his head on his knees, but I wasn't doing that because I had to keep him in sight.
So consistent with the dialog and scenes at one hour eleven minutes, and as I was thinking in recent days about that crash scene in the 2001 film "Bandits" where the dazed Billy Bob Thornton is standing in the field and looking around as he says "I don't know what this is all about," I have been thinking in recent days of me sitting there in that window seat of United Flight 232 and everything is shaking around and there is a heavy thump and I can't really see anything any longer and then I find myself able to see around me again and I am sitting alone in that airplane seat. In that cornfield. Nothing around me but that airplane seat I am still strapped into after a heavy thumping after all that shaking and then I am just sitting there and I can see again and I don't know how that has happened. That is what I have thought about more than once in recent days. The line of thoughts about me sitting alone in the airplane seat is new in recent days. I haven't thought much specifically past that point but I seem to be familiar with details afterwards and that is consistent with the usual train of thought in that I am all alone. The world is empty. I spend decades in that empty world and eventually I start to struggle with trying to get out of that empty world and back to the real world.
by me, Kerry Burgess: December 06, 2011
AS I was writing that last sentence I wondered again, as I have several times, if my current memory is the result of something similar. If I existed in an alternate dimension, a world completely different from this real world, that 'empty world' I first experienced in 1989, and if I lived in that 'empty world' during an instant during the actual year 1998, relative to this real world we all exist in currently, and during that instant in 1998 I lived for the equivalent of 390 years in that alternate world, and then when I returned to this real world we currently exist in and something was done physically to my brain to make think I was a different person, in terms of post-1989, then that is a consistent theory I have about why I have struggled to regain conscious awareness of certain details. Conversely, I have an agenda. I maintain conscious awareness only of the details that suit my purposes, whatever that may be. I have objectives.
by me, Kerry Burgess: From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Friday, February 15, 2013 8:14 AM
To: 'Kerry Burgess'
Subject: 4th dimension unchained
Is that even a realistic expectation?
A private empty world?
I think about that sooooo much now. Every day, just about every waking hour, maybe every waking hour. That expectation of my own private empty world. Is that even realistic?
Is that just something *they* are using to torment me every day?
I don’t want to be here anymore!
by me, Kerry Burgess: 03 April 2013
You see, when I enter my so-called Empty World, which someone back in 1985, for example, called something similar "The Quiet Earth, you have nothing to hope for anymore.
There is no reason for hope.
by me, Kerry Burgess: November 04, 2011
July of *1989*
Standing there in a pristine undamaged field of corn just after losing focus momentarily while the pilot of Flight 232 was struggling to land his crippled airplane we were passengers on I learned a new lesson in loneliness. Nothing around me but a field of corn and the undamaged airplane seat I had been sitting in on the airplane and then I was sitting in the seat in that field of corn and I was in an empty world.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts: August 17, 2018 11:36 pm
30 years ago I was naive enough to enjoy the escapism of such fantasy. Being an old man now, the idea of trying to survive in a world where no one else exists doesn't seem so appealing. For one reason, the windows. Walking around outside the empty windows of all the structures hold the promise of civilization. The people lurking behind those windows is what keeps wild animals away. We are a pacified society and the vast majority of people are not going to experience any serious crime directed at them personally.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 02/24/2025 9:10 PM
I want to stop reading
Because reading makes more work for me
Then I remember the reason I started on this in the first place: the potato
I want to find the text where they describe - or not describe - in more detail, that potato
After that I might go back tonight to "Captain of Industry" the computer-game on Steam
A computer-game where nothing, absolutely nothing, makes me want to make another blog-post
Timestamped from about 5 hours ago today - first read by me later - on the Steam message board for that game, someone laments how annoying it is when the developers give valuable information in absurdly long video streams that nobody can be "arsed" to watch
by me, Kerry Burgess, July 13, 2006
I need to think back more to my hobby as a kid with model rockets from Estes. There are probably some notable clues to that. I remember the first time I launched a multi-stage rocket. I was in a hurry to launch it after constructing it and did not give the glue enough time to dry. I launched it from the practice field at that elementary school in De Queen.
by me, Kerry Burgess: July 02, 2017 3:56 am
Somewhere I wrote at least once and do not now want to waste more time searching for the reference where I elaborated on that day. Thedia's friend, possibly no more a child herself and living for the first time alone, hired me possibly as cheap labor to paint the house she rented. I can almost still sometimes smell the fumes of that paint I slathered on those sheet rock walls. She paid me $20 dollars and that was how I bought that Estes model rocket.
by me, Kerry Burgess: February 29, 2016
Estes
When was that? I think I documented my earlier memory somewhere in a post in this massive blog. I think that must have been about the 7th grade. I wrote about the time I purchased several explosive rocket motors from Estes and through the U.S. mail. I constructed rocket fuselage and then detonated those explosive motors in rockets from the football practice field at the elementary school in De Queen Arkansas.
That might have been the 6th grade. Thedia's friend asked me to paint the interior her house and with the twenty dollars she paid me I bought the model rocket fuselage and the explosive rocket motors. Man, how I loved that.
The image reminds me of how much I wanted one of those Apollo-Saturn rockets. I never did purchase one. The launch pad base is different from the one I purchased from Estes.
So when was that. The year 1977? That sounds about right. Maybe 1976. I should be able to document such events by comparing my memory of Thedia's ex-husbands.
by me, Kerry Burgess, 02/24/2025 9:49 PM
I was wondering if they published text with a precise date, but I don't see one and I don't want to have to keep making references to that book.
I keep working on this because I am convinced there is a reason I find this stuff and it is a reason I want to find. That's my vision
excerpts
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Book_of_Nora
The Book of Nora
From Wikipedia
"The Book of Nora" is the series finale of the HBO drama television series The Leftovers.
It aired in the United States on June 4, 2017.
She enters the machine's event chamber, where she is slowly submerged in a metallic fluid. Nora is heard screaming out as the liquid reaches her head.
The episode cuts to a farmhouse in rural Australia years later, where an older Nora
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 02/25/10 3:33 PM
but other times I think he was organic and then that leads me to thinking about how I wonder what is the real difference which then leads me to think about how that devalues life itself, or at least, those of use who have been duplicated. So the clone of me the clone shows up and he gives me instructions that he types out on a non-internet and non-wireless equipped computer and from those instructions I know where to find the teleportation device that will transport me into the virtual world that belongs to me, which I have been thinking for a while, contains no mirrors and there is nothing in there where I can see my reflection. So I go to that transportation device and I read through the instructions for activating it and a new aspect of the process, which I now think of from "The Terminator" is that I have to take off all my clothes before I am transported and then I am transported to my virtual world. The reason for the clothes is simply that, for me, there are factors constructed into the virtual world that creates a minor sense of hardship and indeed when I transport I am in the same location where the device is stored but there are no clothes there, or any people for that matter, and I have to walk outside in the freezing rain to find shelter. I am transported to the same location I remember but many of the buildings and structures that I would see at that location are gone in the virtual world. The road is still there but there are power lines or gas stations or many other structures that are useless in that virtual world. There are automobiles but only in new car lots and they don't require gasoline.
corrected text, 08/24/2022: by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 7:55 AM Monday, October 11, 2010
Kerry Burgess, in the only time I know about, because he has not returned from his second trip, was in there for a time I later presumed, because of his astronomical readings in the sky, of which I assumed was accurate in this real world. He had no clocks so he spent almost all his time, which was probably more than fifty years, trying to find a way to measure time. There were no people in that world but sometimes he would see mannequins positioned around and sometimes those mannequins would be positioned around where he had been trying to measure time, such as by chiseling marks into rock, which the mannequins were then standing in front of and that [chronology activity site] had been sabotaged.
Evelyn-B_157 says to me: No! No, you're not getting out of here today, you dumbass!
Hope-J_164 says to me: She means it, dude.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: July 15, 2017 11:11 pm
The Leftovers - The Book of Nora - television series episode Season 3 Episode 8 - Aired Sunday 10:00 PM Jun 04, 2017 on HBO (Comcast On Demand 15 July 2017)
Answers are elusive in the series finale.
Nora Durst: I knew there was a chance it would kill me, but I made my peace with that. And I said goodbye to my brother and I climbed right in.
Kevin Garvey: And then you changed your mind.
Nora Durst: No. I didn't change my mind. I went through. I was in the parking lot, naked curled up like a baby. It was the same parking lot I'd just been in, except there were no trucks no people, no nothing. It was cold, so I started to walk. I walked by empty houses abandoned buildings. And I found a store, so I went in and there were clothes there-- clothes hanging on racks-- so I got dressed and I got back to walking. I walked long enough to convince myself that I was the only thing alive in that place. And then night came, and I saw lights, so I went to them. It was a house, and there was a man and a women there. They were kind and they told me the man told me that seven years earlier, he was in a supermarket and every single person disappeared except for him. And the women told me that she lost her husband, her three daughters, and all eight of her grandchildren. And that's when I understood. Over here, we lost some of them. But over there, they lost all of us.
Nora Durst: They were happy. And I understood that here in this place, they were the lucky ones. In a world full of orphans, they still had each other. And I was a ghost. I was a ghost who had no place there. And that, Kevin, is when I changed my mind. The physicists who sent me through told me the first person to use the machine was the guy who invented it. His name was Dr. Van Eeghen. I'm pretty sure they were making fun of me, but they said when I went over that I should look him up, so I did. That took a long time, too. But I found him and I asked him to make another machine because he already knew how. And he asked me if I had come all that way, why in God's name did I wanna go back? And I told him it's because I didn't belong there. So, he built it. And I came back through. I came back here. Did I think about you? Did I wanna call you? Did I wanna be with you, Kevin? Of course I did. But so much time had passed. It was too late. And I knew that if I told you what happened that you would never believe me.
Kevin Garvey: I believe you.
by me, Kerry Burgess: 21 June 2015
She went before I did but I was already there.
I thought about that extensively. I think I wrote here before about how I tried to find again what I thought I wrote in my journal about it but could not find anything.
I had been there for months or longer. One day, I was passing through New York and I had the urge to drive through New York City. I was thinking that my mind was laboring with the notion I would be leaving there on that day going back to the real world and so I had taken out of my luggage my dress white US Navy uniform I was wearing that day months and months ago I found myself there in my new world. I had parked somewhere in the massive urban city and was walking along when I saw her there on the sidewalk, thinking she was a mannequin. I thought extensively of how only certain new vessels remained and I operated one US Navy ship to cross the Atlantic. We parted at a doorway after stating I would return to Charleston and I walked through a doorway before I even thought to say goodbye turning to find myself alone again.
The Leftovers (2014) s03e08
"The Book of Nora" Nora Durst: And that's when I understood. Over here, we lost some of them. But over there, they lost all of us. So, I went and did what I came there to do. I went to find my kids. Planes don't really fly over there. They have enough resources, just not enough pilots. So, I found a boat that would take me. No boats go directly from Australia to New York, so it took me a long time to get there.
"The Book of Nora" - The Leftovers
Nora Durst: The physicists who sent me through told me the first person to use the machine was the guy who invented it. His name was Dr. Van Eeghen.
"The Book of Nora" - The Leftovers
Nora Durst: I'm pretty sure they were making fun of me, but they said when I went over that I should look him up, so I did. That took a long time, too. But I found him and I asked him to make another
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
From: Kerry Burgess {me}
Sent: Sunday, May 21, 2006 11:04 AM
To: Kerry Burgess {me}
Subject: Re: Journal May 21, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I think it was my first thought after waking up this morning that I used to date Julia Roberts a long time ago.
I also have these unexplained thoughts that I was a fighter pilot in the U.S. military, although I'm not sure which service, but I may have been in two different branches over time. I am also confused about thoughts that I may have been a helicopter pilot. What's next? A space shuttle pilot? Seems like a lot for someone that is only 40. And, while I am not sure when this divergence happened, I am reasonably certain it was before I turned 33. So I must have been a pretty busy guy. Especially because I have thoughts that I was some kind of mathmetician too. I have these thoughts too that I was captured by enemy forces at some point and tortured while in captivity.
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: 9/26/2006 3:06 PM
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I had a thought that I have a doctorate in computer science from Princeton.
and I had thoughts that I studied music as well at Princeton.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journals: 9/28/2006 7:13 PM
This sounds very interesting. In my memory of taking Physics my Senior year at Ashdown, I remember being very interested in the class, but we didn t cover such an interesting topic.
http://www.princeton.edu/main/about/present/
Ayan Chatterjee (left) and Mark Daly measure piano strings as part of a lab project for professor Pierre Pirou 's freshman seminar on "Sound, Music and ... Physics."
9/28/2006 7:37 PM
I think I even have memories of the graduate degree process. I am not sure of the terms to describe the process.
9/28/2006 7:47 PM
I actually do remember... something... I can t explain it. It feels that I am holding an unmarked, undistinguishable book that I don t know the name of or the contents but I know I have read it already.
9/28/2006 8:34 PM
A few minutes ago I started thinking that maybe I started at Princeton University in 1972. I would have been 13 at the time as Thomas Ray. I remember that Kerry Burgess started first grade in 1972. But then I decided that I probably started Princeton earlier than 1972 and maybe 1972 was the year I completed my first major degree. Or 1972 doesn t really mean anything in particular to Thomas Ray; rather it is there for continuity sake for the life of Kerry Burgess.
by me, Kerry Burgess, posted by me: H.V.O.M at 3:06 AM Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Salesman
Also, "Salesman." I saw that in a dream while sleeping recently. I saw myself going through an induction process in the United States Marine Corps and I woke up understanding that I was dreaming of my actual experience in 1990. I saw a document that indicated I was being inducted to the United States Marine Corps with the officer grade of Chief Warrant Officer 2. I saw in the dream another document associated with my induction and that document indicated I had been assigned the informal name "Salesman."
From 10/19/1954 ( premiere USA TV series "The Halls of Ivy" ) To 5/21/2006 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpts from my private journal: Re: Journal May 21, 2006 ) is 18842 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/4/2017 ( ) is 18842 days
From 2/25/2010 ( by me, Kerry Burgess, excerpt from my private journal ) To 6/4/2017 ( ) is 2656 days
2656 = 1328 + 1328
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/22/1969 ( Judy Garland dead from drug overdose ) is 1328 days
From 11/4/1986 ( as me, Kerry Burgess, my official enlisted US Navy documents includes: Date Completed - US Navy Fire Control Technician Class "A", Service School Command, Naval Training Center, Great Lakes, Illinois, - leading to permanent assignment until 1990 to CF-division, Missile Plot - guided-missiles Fire Control Computers Complex (UNIVAC digital-computers Mk152 Terrier System for, primarily, SM2-ER {Extended Range} Standard Missiles ordnance), USS Wainwright CG-28, US Navy, while enlisted paygrade E-5, designated Fire Controlman Petty Officer Second Class (FC2) ) To 6/4/2017 ( ) is 11170 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 6/2/1996 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Space: Above And Beyond"::series finale "...Tell Our Moms We Done Our Best" ) is 11170 days
From 7/19/1989 ( the United Airlines Flight 232 crash in Sioux City Iowa and from the thoughts in my conscious mind, coinciding with United States of America Veterans Affairs hospital psychiatric doctor medical drugs: the end of Kerry Burgess - *me* - the natural human being cloned from another human being {Thomas Reagan} ) To 6/4/2017 ( ) is 10182 days
10182 = 5091 + 5091
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 10/11/1979 ( premiere USA TV series episode "In Search of..."::"UFO Australia" ) is 5091 days
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt5338044/
IMDb
The Leftovers
The Book of Nora
Episode aired Jun 4, 2017
S3 E8
HBO's synopsis for this episode is: "Nothing is answered. Everything is answered. And then it ends."
excerpts, by me, Kerry Burgess: posted by H.V.O.M at 11:41 PM Sunday, August 13, 2006
I first tuned into 3/3/59 as Thomas Ray's birthday by making a date difference calculation
According to my calculations (using the Office datediff function) there are 1,218 days between those two dates.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:38 PM Pacific-timezone USA Monday 02/24/2025
