Friday, April 7, 2017
In Wicket’s second thought-bomb sci-fi tale, two red pill compatriots plumb the noospheric depths. Sam Whent, the protaganist, travels to Thailand to enlist the support of his more tech-savvy friend, Bill Mansard, who has retired there. Together they build a time-travel helmet that facilitates their ability to astral travel to the akashic record, the “repository of all that has come before.”
Sam’s journal documents the misadventures of his six-week Thai daze. And as their stress builds, these two friends take refuge in the calming balm copiously offered there by the fairer sex. Both prurient and astral activities give rise to reflective digressions by Sam as the duo slogs through the trenches together.
The lads find that they can actually insert themselves into the akashic record, sometimes in a most lascivious manner. They then devise a plan to intervene and tweak unfolding past events so as to “back-formulate” history, hoping to bring about a better future—i.e., a world that has not hi-jacked and robbed humanity of its optimal potential. These amateur inner space explorers find out the hard way that they can change but not quite control the course of history—that’s a job long dominated by professional controllers (as Sam knows all too well).
Yes, two horn-dog, red pill compatriots invent a time travel helmet. The wearer is able to easily untether his astral body and direct it to any historical event in the akashic record. Their hope is to tweak a crucial point in history that will have a far-reaching future effect. By so doing they seek to rid the planet of a depraved neo-Marxism that has degenerated the West in the guise of a “progressive,” globalist, NWO con game of open borders, “diversity and multiculturalism,” and political correctness. But dangers lurk in the noosphere and in unintended consequences of their “time tweaking.”