I’ve been out without updating this, haven’t I?
I’ts been quite a trip, that I can make sure to tell you.
I don’t know where to start, so I’ll have to ask you: what would you like to know? You can either ask me directly using the button or post it here. I don’t know how the posting works, though.
In the mean time, I’ll work on a draft of the whole adventure. Expect it soon.
-Sealand
Tish is really happy.
Her city is awake.
I’m sure we are not to blame for the sudden turn of things but, at least I’m happy the future is not at all written.
Long time no see, haven’t we ?
It’s been a long time, but I am not posting for that. I will put out my experiences for the past 5 months or so I’ve been here on separate posts. It feels odd seeing the logs of my prior postings and noticing I was somewhere while I posted these on another place. Huh, things to keep up when you time travel.
Anyways, I’ll answer some quick questions before I begin.
At this moment, I am typing from an undisclosed place in La Havana, Cuba.
Yes, there is internet here. No, it’s not open for the civilians. And yes, this one’s hacked too. Cuba himself was happy to assist us on breaching out his own security in exchange of telling him the things that has gone going and what brought us here. Also, I found TJ at last. It is a bit complicated how I did, but that’s for another post.
Speaking of TJ, we’ve been following the events that are going worldwide. A kind of different revolution people have called “Occupy”. It’s rather strange, actually, how they hope to change the world by settling in one spot without moving, though it’s an irony on the things since apparently, most lifestyles are just that: being on one spot without changing anything at all.
I haven’t gotten the time to write anything, mostly because it would be odd to type things while I’m re-living my typing (most of them which are rather creepy and scary, I must admit) as date go by and I ‘readjust’ to the current time I am. Yes, if you are wondering, I have successfully traveled to your time. It took me a year over there to fix the machine and some 5 months more to get it to work. When you do such things, you realize just how meaningless time is in the end. At least for us individuals who seem to be ageless.
Regardless, today I checked the internet via my (or rather TJ’s, I haven’t given it back to her) phone after some tweaking to accept this current time’s internet network, when I read the current trend: North Korea’s leader is dead.
Dead? Really? Like, right now? At this moment? Does it mean that TJ’s sudden worries that she might have actually spiraled the events even further or quicker be true? But, it’s just a heart attack, really. There’s not a possible way to inflict upon people’s health indirectly, unless Japan’s idea of a black note where you can write names suddenly came true.
In any case, as I was checking the short blog you blokes call ‘Tweeter’, I picked up a strange little gem here:
Hyung Young Soo …what will your fate be now that you are free from your Dictator? Will you enforce it or will you fight it?
I will not mention who is it from, mostly because TJ will go nuts and try to move me over to meet the author - most likely will happen anyways, but we need to plan first before anything - and I’m not in the mood: it’s 3 am over here, after all.
The future is so uncertain, so is even the past. From all this, I can tell that the present does not exist. In a blink of an eye it’s gone.
-Sealand
I have arrived to the location at last, after 4 months in search. 4 months of walking vacantly against all odds.
I arrived to a location, claimed by a new emerging region-to-be-nation, and he tried to prevent me from going on, from moving on.
I wondered just why would that be, considering just how much we need a gleam of hope and progress. A gleam of light. I was guided to the bunker Tijuana and I went on together to try to change time.
The entrance was all blown up, debris and rocks covering what should be the entrance. The vehicle we arrived was upside down and scorched. Just on a side of the waste, 3 makeshift gravestones for 3 tombs :
“Here lies Hyung Yong Soo, Brother, Soldier, Defender of Asia”
“Here sleeps Alfred F. Jones, the puppet of Capitalism. May God have mercy”
“Here rests Trung Nam Ha`, Sister, Guardian and gentle flower of the South”
I knew what they where, who they where. My stomach emptied even more.
I continued to dig and push away rocks as I could, day and night. I did not rest once. After 2 weeks of pushing and fighting, I got in only to find the biggest disappointment: The Time Machine was broken.
My whole trip, had been a waste.
I cried that night, banging against the machine with my bloodied and dirty hands. I couldn’t go back. I couldn’t go help her. I was stuck in a future I couldn’t change nor I could stand anymore. Feelings invaded me: cold, fright, hunger, disappointment, anger, frustration, desperation, agony… Not one of hope.
I type this here inside of this chamber. I met my goal, but the goal wasn’t this.
However, I cannot stop here and cry for too long: I have a mission to do. I have a dream to chase, a person to protect. My mum thought me enough to fix things like these, and the blueprints are in the phone. It’s all in Russian, but I can get a translation from the villagers here. I have a new adventure to seek.
Life gives you these kinds of ups and downs, where you believe you are going to finish a race, only to note it’s just a marathon done half-way. To all those who still read my thoughts and posts, thank you. Know that I’m working through as hard as I can, and so should you. Even if it goes against all odds, you should go and fight for what you believe in. Die for it if you must. After all, defending such ideals is what makes us humans in the end.
Greetings from Siberia.
-Sealand
Changed the Phone’s battery, charged it afterwards.
Might continue my posts here. I’m close, I know this town.
The people here are both awed and a bit scared of my presence.
I heard news from the West which say that Italy’s dead.
I’m scared now, but I must continue. I must find out the truth.
-Sealand.
Current Location: ? , ?
This is my final post before I head down to where I think it’s the right path. I see it rather familiar to that one TJ took me, even though half of the way we had to go in a car chase after we where first ambushed.
My celphone’s battery is dying and it won’t charge long enough to continue with these posts. I might pop-up something sporadic, but I can no longer be with you as often.
Please forgive me.
For the moment… I want to say thank you to all.
Please spread the word of my travels. Please find Tijuana.
Please tell her I am still alive and looking for her.
Tell her that there is still hope, in this time and in that where she is
Furthermore…tell Tatiana that I love her
Current Location: ? , ?
I got lost again. The GPS is not detecting the satellites again, although partly that is a good signal. It means that I’m getting close. Russia had become a bit paranoid at finding his secret areas, so (at least what TJ told me), he had some electromagnetic cancelers. That or, my phone’s battery is dying. It doesn’t mean that it’s not charged: The phone battery is no longer working as well. I was afraid this might happen sooner or later after so many mods. It is getting worse on the fact that blizzards have been getting a constant flux here and the car’s battery hasn’t charged that well, so I can’t afford to move it too much. I’m camping inside the car as I type this.
Still, today’s morning was a peculiar one. So much I’ve decided to dribble just how I felt. Not only did I got that particularly refreshing dream, but the snow bombarding have subdued so much it made the place look like heaven. White everywhere and an open sky. Peace.
It is lonely, yes, but the feeling was there. A sense of calm like I hadn’t gotten in this trip or in a long time. A sense that, regardless how difficult it was, how lost I might be, all was just going to work out well. My mind cleared, it’s just…
I’m still at awe. I just wanted to share this with you.
-Sealand
Current Coordinates: 65.895115 , 72.212276
I don’t know how long has it been since my last post. I know it’s more than two weeks. It’s becoming colder around her, it is no wonder why my body asks to sleep more and rest.
Blizzards are rather a hindrance, but I must move on. I have to…
I saw it on a dream.
Dreams are something unstable, like the future. They can show you things that can happen or even, it is a playground for your mind. You can never tell whether a dream is meaningful or not. Whether it’s just your mind playing games or contacting above with some divine light to get some wisdom.
My family is one that is bound with magic, and we have a special niche and appreciation for dreams, specially Wales. We have gotten to apreciate it’s alluring powers and it’s probability to influence on our decisions.
Question is, how can you predict about the future…when it seems dark and grim. Furthermore, if you have a mission like mine (going to the past), how can it be used to predict the future? Would it predict this one ? Another one? Can we include paradoxes? It’s confusing, isn’t it?
How I managed to interpret it, as I saw a chorus of Nations, holding their hands and making a circle, is that. . there is hope.
In the bleak of moments, in a past that’s aching and in a dying future, there is still light and there is hope. I know it…I’ve promoted to TJ so much and I can’t allow what ever nightmare, worry or sorrow take me down. I have to try or die trying.
I ask you, though, to try as well. I have seen in your time, news regarding uprisings and revolutions. I ask you to promote or join them. Don’t leave in TJ’s or my hands the fate of your world, of your time. If you can do something, act now.
Hoping to arrive to a hospitable site soon.
: ) Cheers
-Sealand
