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The Gardanner
One night, I was sitting in my living room on a quiet, fall evening. I was thumbing through a book I had picked up from the library—Big Cat. It was the firsthand account of a man who transcended humanity to become something greater, a Thunderbird, who could leap freely among alternate dimensions. The back cover…
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36 Hours in Gardanne
As the sun set over jagged ridges in the West Coast mountains by my 3-dimensional apartment, I sat quietly in meditation, centered on my Tibetan rug. The existential veil had thinned in this late October, which made for rich ethereal adventures inward. My brain dipped into deep delta waves, and my consciousness transcended those current…
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Hard News
One night, a particularly militant soul, embattled and utterly encumbered by past-life aggression, escaped the underground sanctuary. He surfaced through a manhole in a city street and proceeded to wreak havok downtown, for a while, until the Crows swooped in to diffuse the potential catastrophe. It had awoken me from sleep—the monster’s rippling presence sending…
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Bar Hopping
My official job title in Gardanne was editor-in-chief, but as the co-creator of the 7th-dimensional island with Kitty, I also somewhat assumed the role of city manager. And there were innumerable occupations I’d fill behind the scenes to keep the town afloat. The ostensible dual role the public saw came with a caveat: fame. That…
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Field Trips
Field trips were necessary for me. Lingering for too long up in Gardanne—any more than a full night and day—and every cell of my being became restless. I’d abscond to the movierain, surfing the multiverse. These 5th-dimensional excursions also proved useful for supplying the city state with everything She’d need to sustain—goods, information, experiences for…
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The City of Gardanne
“Where are we, Bill?” Paul, the North Star podcast host, calmly inquired. “We’re sitting in the citystate of Gardanne,” I said. Last we had left the podcast hosts, Paul and Pete the Killer, they were tucked snug into their podcast studio. Kitty and I had been broadcasting from the movierain. She had spun up a…
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Streaming Consciousness
“What happened to the hologram of Earth_42?” Paul the North Star’s podcast host said. He was referring to that gently glowing orb of my most recent Earth that had hung in the Drop’s epicenter the last time I appeared on their show. The Drop, as you may already know, was my 50-foot diameter sphere that…
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Holiday Doors
Hot off resonating with Earth_42, I thought it could be good to acquaint myself with the other versions of Earth attached to my sphere of a Drop, my home base for surfing the multiverse. Whenever I leapt to another reality from the launch point of one of these nearby worlds, the planet’s unique personality—Their vibe—would…
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Guillermo
I had spent 42 years down on that planet, Earth_42, but felt like I barely knew Her when I finally leapt out of Her time and back, up to my Drop attached to the Cheshire spaceship. I had taken the highest fidelity image of this Earth version with me. It held the most intricate of…
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Filibuster
News of my leaping between Earth versions spread throughout the North Star’s various media departments. The newspaper’s podcast requested a live demonstration. The hosts were an acquired taste, but we eventually found our flow. It was an interesting time to appear on their show. They were gaining notoriety among our neck of the multiverse. Their…
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Berkeley
UC Berkeley physics professor John O’Halleran, PhD read a story one day in the East Bay Times. It was about a local man, Matt Dragon, who believed he had slipped dimensions from another version of Earth. Dragon was the author who had helped me find Kitty, soon after I had become a Thunderbird. Hot off…
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Letterman
My time covering the Crows in New York did not end, even after the last of them leapt off planet. I had barely scratched the surface of the Big Apple. But I spent too long on a version of Earth that had both New York City and where the Late Show with David Letterman still…
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The Crows
The Crows were a violent faction of the Thunderbird Order. They were among the only Thunderbirds, in fact, who traveled in groups — “a Murder of Crows,” they called them. Murder was an appropriate moniker for the Crows. They were the toughest, grittiest of all Thunderbirds. Upon completing my voyager training, I elected to concentrate…
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