It seems like almost yesterday since I went fishing with my grandmother near the family home by the Dovey. Every year she, my father and I, would set off to fly fish for salmon, not minding too much if we caught the odd trout. Even I had my own treasured box of flies, antique and modern. The oldest were handed down from my long dead grandfather.

I'm in my seventies now, but the memory of that one particular day is still vivid in my mind. Much water has gone under the proverbial bridge, but there are some events in life that nothing can erase from memory, nor cloud over. That day was one of those times. Time ticking , you could call it, with a big red tick beside that day.

Dad was up river fishing, and Nan was below me around the river bend, where the shade of weeping willows darkened her view on that sweltering sunny day. I was in my waders, but only a few feet from the shore, having promised not to go in too deep because, as my dad said, " Eleven may seem quite grown up, but you can still be swept away", when it happened.

I cast my line, watching the fly skim lightly across the top of the water, when what looked like a blueish hand arose from amid the ripples. It reached up and grabbed my line. I never let it go, though. Mind you I was too shocked to open my hand anyway, rooted to the spot as I was. So, I just stared outwards, into those now swirling waters. The ripples turned to waves as gradually, head, shoulders, and then body rose from the depths. It resembled a carcass of meat, defrosted when the freezer broke down, a rotting hunk of flesh, with eyes of the distinctly fishy kind, except they were a pus-coloured yellow, and the air stank of hydrogen sylphide, like that stuff we used to smell in the sick bay at boarding school, if you know what I mean. "All yellow and yuck", was how we described it with our wrinkled up noses, as we stood at the door of sick bay waiting for medicines for coughs and colds.

If I'd been able to think at all, I'd have thought I was a goner now, but my mind was a total blank. Terror had set in, so I just stood there holding my line and waiting to be pulled under.

Who'd have believed anything so putrid could actually be bringing a warning to someone? Certainly not I . The very fact that I've grown old has nothing to do with escaping this incident. The foul creature from the depths of the Dovey, had apparently come up to the surface by special order. Who from I can only leave you to guess as I have often done.

It gurgled , swishily, as water spewed . Like many others before him, in Wales, he came from a bottomless pit, reputed to be so common in this part of the world. Or so writers would have us believe. Anyway, he spoke," Fear not me , child", he said, " But fear the man who changes time when you are old and grey. He uses the hidden years to take the lives of the children of the future. It will not help you but remember this day, and these words...A Change is as good as a rest. With them you may be able to stop him, but I don't hold out any hope for you , now, then ".

The creature then just disappeared back below the surface. Me? I didn't wait to tidy up my fishing tackle, but ran fast to Dad to tell him what had happened. Hufffing and panting I raced to his part of the river. When I told Dad about it, he was really good, but then he's always understood the unusual things in life. He could even tell fortunes , even during the war when he was flying over other countries, he'd know what was what. He said not to worry about it. It was probably just an halucination brought about by the heat of the sun and the reflection on the water, but I could see he believed my story.

That brings me to now...and it's New Years Eve...but not a real New Year like they used to be. This one doesn't have any freedom in it. You can feel the warp that time has got itself into.The aching to be free stretches across the universe. Though the planets turn, yet time has turned itself inside out. He did that. He did, you know. Now I'm too old to stop him too. I guess it's up to you, dear reader !

Fly by Night Episode Four

Side by Side
by A. Richardson

You may have heard about Ley Lines which are said to cover most areas of Britain, well there are other aspects of the paranormal which are affecting this country, particularly those years since 1981, when the activity caused by the sliding of moments, days, then months, leading to years finally determined the full scale time warp which occurred. Although others have written of events like this in the past, none have done so with the certainty of knowledge which is mine.
I came upon this realisation whilst travelling through the Midlands in an old Morris Minor. As we passed each Ley Line area I was aware of sounds and a magnetic disturbance which affected my ear drums. To overcome the feeling which accompanied this disturbance I sang loudly, with regular heavy gulps to combat the ear popping, much to the irritation of my passengers , both of whom were friends, but not so close to me that I was going to acknowledge my weirdness by telling them what I was experiencing. Instinctively I knew that in order to keep both me , my friends and my family safe on the right road to the future, I must also keep to the right road on the earth. Not a biblical right road, but something far more difficult. I've no doubt that this is the case everywhere in the world, but my knowledge of the matter is confined to Britain at the moment.
Anyway, realising that we were travelling on a road which was unconducive to having a future, ( otherwise I'd not have had those strange experiences which warned me), I stopped the car for a map reading session. There was a B road which would take us past our intended route, but it then backtracked to open once again onto the A5, which was where we needed to be to reach our destination. Now, I cannot explain why, but of one thing I am certain, and that is that the crux of the problem is at its height within the Midland and Wales areas. I digress rather from our Time Warp problem of the year 2003, but you will undertsand that a bit of background knowledge is always useful when one is trying to overcome such large obstacles as swopping years about, especially when the cause is man made and dangerous to us all.
So, here we are , stuck in a time warp out of which there seems to be no escape, and it's all the fault of the people of earth, us. We didn't need to travel into space to ruin yet more planets. We've managed to do so pottering about here on our own. The very selfishness, prejudice, greed, and downright evil which has beset mankind from time immemorial has become so out of hand that when we ought to be celebrating 20th century achievements towards a better future, we are worrying as to how to get a future at all. Well, now that you mention it, it's the achievements which are sadly lacking. That's where the problem really lies.
So, here I am, in my dotage, worrying about the young whom I would like to help gain those achievements, really I would, but age has also slowed me down, not so much mentally, but physically, which leaves you dear reader, to take up the cudgles and set about realigning the years of earth. However, I shall help , just you wait and see!
During the 60's and 70's governments of many of the superpowers tried to control the weather with high power radio transmitters. The combined energy fields overlapping caused a distortion to aspects of our time fields. You will know that whereas sound travels in waves, and light with its rays and waves, time on the other hand travels, not in waves, but in spiral bursts, and at varying speeds depending on whether you are travelling to or from the source, and in which era you happen to be.
Like any spiralling motion such as the effects seen during a tornado there is a central area which displays different characteristics to the outer layers. At present too many of us are on the outer layer of the spiral where turbulence holds sway. This has caused the instability which holds us all in times warp, although warp doesn't seem much of a word to describe it, since it is actually more like a time storm. To counteract the problem and return earth to normality, freeing you and I from our prison of time, we need to move into the centre layer , where the turbulence is symmmetrically placed around us, therefore stabilising the turbulence by our presence in the correct place.
I told you , he did it, didn't I, and still you wonder who he is? Never mind, you'll find out as soon as we fix the problem. He'll have to show his face then, won't he? We were taken unawares after all, you and I!
Time spiralling in bursts means that we have to move fast and only at precise moments when a burst is at its height. That's why the superpowers are using my configurations to gradually take three quarters the people of the world into Time Centres at each short sharp burst . Question is; Do you trust those very powers who say they'll sort it out! When all three quarters are safely centred the turbulence will cease and normality will be restored. 2003 will no longer be a parallel, and we will be free!

The end. I do hope you enjoyed this Waggy Tale.

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