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Our loss is because we're hopeless:

Our loss is because we're hopeless:
Tuvok and James. Image from Time Travel Wish, 2015. Our loss is because we're hopeless:

the NAME image

the NAME image
In November of 2014 it was a hopeful name for a concept of message delivery from ourselves.

Successful before it was created.

Successful before it was created.
The experiment is done. Time to move on.

Vegetation Displacement by Different Human Choices in Another Timeline; evidence category 2/5

Vegetation Displacement by Human Choices in Another Timeline

Vegetation Displacement by Human Choices in Another Timeline
Link to page: category of evidence: Vegetation Displacement by Human Choices in Another Timeline

The Inexplicable Background Image

The Inexplicable Background Image
Link to page: category of evidence: The Inexplicable Background Image

Identity of Myself as the Target as related to the Image

Identity of Myself as the Target as related to the Image
Identity of Myself as the Target as related to the Image

Successful Request for Communication with Team 2 - a UFO first documented contact.

Successful Request for Communication with Team 2 - a UFO first documented contact.
Link to page: category of evidence: Successful Request for Communication with Team 2 - a UFO first documented contact.

About the Webmaster: The Target

About the Webmaster: The Target
Link to page: category of evidence: About the Webmaster: The Target

The Idea for Time Travel Wish

The Idea for Time Travel Wish
Link to page: category of evidence: the Idea: 1998 Star Trek TNG: What if that first communication had to be as simple as possible?

Image Dating of the Future Time

Image Dating of the Future Time
Link to page: category of evidence: Image Dating of a Future Time

The Cardinal Rules of a Breach of Spacetime

The Cardinal Rules of a Breach of Spacetime
Link to page: Speculations: The Cardinal Rules of a Breach of Spacetime

The Envisioned Team of Timeline A

The Envisioned Team of Timeline A
Link to page: Speculations: The Envisioned Team of Timeline A

The Challenging Exposure of Paradox One

The Challenging Exposure of Paradox One
Link to page: The Challenging Exposure of Paradox One

The Human Jokes and the Comedy So Far

The Human Jokes and the Comedy So Far
The Human Jokes and the Comedy to 7/11/2016

First Post of November 25 2014

First Post of November 25 2014
First Post of November 25 2014

Project Audio Notes of Discovery

Project Audio Notes of Discovery
Project Audio Notes of Discovery

Original Page: Paradox Related Activity and Reporting

Original Page: Paradox Related Activity and Reporting
Original Page: Paradox Related Activity and Reporting

Relative Links of Current Knowledge of Spacetime

Relative Links of Current Knowledge of Spacetime
Relative Links of Current Knowledge of Spacetime

Albert and God

Albert and God
Albert and God

Original Page: Messages -Jake to James

Original Page: Messages -Jake to James
Original Page: Messages - Jake to James

Time Travel Wish Soundtrack 3 13 2016

Time Travel Wish Soundtrack 3 13 2016
Time Travel Wish Soundtrack 3 13 2016

About the Webmaster: the Target


Addition: 2.26.207. There is not enough brief space in any time to explain this to people that are too busy and too lacking in hope!

1998: Simple was there in the storyline of a Star Trek episode:











2014  "Why not? I'm bored. I need something that may be huge. I have an old idea about the internet. A simple message site that conveys full confidence!" Quoting myself again!@%! 



5/31/2016:
TIME you B#$&%!! There WILL BE language!




1/02/2017: Time Travel Wish ‏@TimeTravelWish 4m4 minutes ago

Screw you guys. #trump or not I’m going to SAVE the WORLD!@#! I just KNEW IT was the #time! #hope #timetravel #Sol3



2/7/2017:
Below; a screenshot that exemplifies the frustration. It is our lack of hope, our immense internet pollution. It is the number of people spouting time travel bullsh*t on the web. It is my economic struggle. It is a lack of academic credential. I never addressed ADHD (long story). My bias and hope and joy have continued and is nearly inescapable. As it has become, to me personally, and to those monitoring and including my "friends," or "God," or "Team2," a success that unfortunately; I may never see recognition for that achievement.






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JamesGrayMason.com





1/02/2017: It's decided: Ass sitting: #meaningoflife on Earth. It’s why we #automation our #labor. http://Asssit.today temp > #TimeTravel-Wish.





5/17/2016:





3/24/2016:





1/27/2016


Anyone with questions and those wishing to know of all of the evidence of this project may write me at TimeTravelWish1@gmail.com I will then ask you to engage in a telephone (or video conversation) and not exchange text email. Those with questions have exhibited that they may have gotten it. Those with questions are those who can conceive of the possibilities exhibited by the findings in Time Travel Wish and Paradox One.

What has happened to me and what has occurred with the experiment Time Travel Wish is consistent with current postulates in astrophysics. It is likely that you do not know this. It is the time to have experimented with being reached. I alone fathomed that this is the time when reaching us would not drastically interfere with current technological progress and our scientific path of our future. It was the time for someone on this planet to make themselves the target.





The exposure of Time Travel Wish and Paradox One has been very carefully limited to the public. There are many reasons for this which can be explained with reasoning that is consistent. The chief reason I cannot expose this discovery is that it will be too much for the minds of most people. The superstitious and mythological nature of humankind at this time makes the possibility that I will be targeted as some type of religious character of ancient prediction, a possibility because that would put my family and myself in danger of zealots on this planet. It is a possibility that I entertain within reason based on who I am and known mythological (ancient) writings that exist in our culture.


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There exists within my life, my writings, and published hypotheses, my personal experiences: the possibility that a civilization with far more advanced technology than humans has been collaborating in what has happened. That reasoning and that evidence can be divulged to anyone who expresses sincere interest. This is a second reason I cannot expose Time Travel Wish as that also places my family and myself in danger.

Another strong reason I cannot expose this (possibly) first true paradox (that which exists that cannot be entirely proven to any current standard of scientific study) is that I am poor. I cannot spend any funds on promoting Time Travel Wish and Paradox One using the methods now available to promote any account on social media networks - our chief method of reaching the public at this time.

Another reason I cannot expose Paradox One is who I am. I lack any academic or scientific credentials to receive any time of anyone who follows that field of study. I cannot obtain the attention of any respected media outlets because of who I am. This may be advantageous to my safety and this may have been a strong consideration in the discovery (in choosing myself) to eliminate the possibility of my corrupting our timeline with true exposure of the discovery. A conundrum that was planned. A reason to have chosen me to validate to “them” what has happened. This is a possibility that has taken me months to entertain as a possibility.


Of this I have determined when attempting to expose Time Travel Wish: It is disgusting to me that thousands of people, many established in scientific circles, have ignored this exposure. It reveals a strong lack of foresight based on the hope contained within our scientific progress. I find this determination to be pitiful. I find that we are not describing what is possible in our future when we are publicizing our discoveries. This lack of insight into what may be will hold us back. Disgusting. From this determination, I have discovered many important aspects of science education at this time that are absent from our instruction of students and in our exposures of publication of discoveries.


2/08/2016:

The section below will present possible factors for the target being selected to validate, what may have been an interdimensional breach into a new timeline that may have occurred in November of 2103.

Still building this section. 
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(Pr) means in all TTW text and edits: possible paradox related, meriting investigation relevant to maintaining the (possible) new timeline. All clues of ANY ODDITIES in this timeline must be reported with as much detail as can be recalled. End edit 9:51 pm -5 2/9/2015.

11/27/2015 3:00 pm -5:

A sentence I have repeated over and over again this year is: "You (Earthlings) don't deserve this." We don't deserve to know that we may have been given a second chance. A chance to make a better future than one we left behind. So take it as it is. I have better things to do now. I was never interested in diving deep into your mathematics. I only needed to know several concepts in your physics to make this attempt. A serious attempt that was also a scheme to make money in pairing and saving communications from us. I never thought for even one minute that it may become something, possibly huge for us. If you people can't get it, than that is good measure of your deserving. 





January, 2016: I know the website is a disorganized mess. I really don't give a shit anymore. You people are far too self absorbed and too competitive and those conditions don't allow you to see. You don't even consider looking. We are currently in crisis mode on this planet. It is a pivotal time on Earth. This is the time to expect intervention. It took me months to realize that the timing of this now, in our current history and in the terrible path we are headed down, is damn near perfect.

- James out!  timetravelwish1@gmail.com 

2/08/2016:





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January, 2014:



       I have only myself as credibility to offer in this publicized venture. As the world of letters after one's name, was not available for me when I was ready for it. When Mark Twain said "Education is wasted on the young." It was a child like I was that he was talking about.

       And so, I will be a little more personable at this site, in the hope that readers will gauge; I am reasonable and I am genuine and because honesty makes no paradoxes in life to haunt us and controlling for that factor is primary - especially now. 



James Mason, March, 2015: "Can you hook-me-up with some water fella?"

       I'll attempt a brief biography that will probably leave out minimally 80% 95% 5/5/15 of the things I have done and the many places I have lived and the many people I have known and I will try to maintain a time theme as its context.


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        1966. Age four. The day my mother married an asshole again. That was over in less than four years. I had always thought that it was the challenge of taking care of me that contributed to that departure. Perhaps all the other reasons were excuses so that I would not know it was because of me? But knowing him as I do now if it was because of me, I'm glad I contributed to the course of my life in this time, in that way. I would never chose a different time to live in and neither should any of us. We can never escape who we have become from the past and we should never even want to. 

       If that past does not happen we won't have anything to want to escape from. Our desires would have little meaning if we could. It is inconsistent to want to change time itself because even desiring the ability to do so kind of stops time. Because feeling that incredible hope that you can stops the challenge of life and we measure our time not really by clocks but by the ease or the suffering we experience while in its narrow and unidirectional chute.

       So, I just want to listen to it. I want some clues from it. For all of our sake I want advantages.

       We need these clues now because the adults are screwing up again and it seems the pattern of behavior is just going to get worse because we dropped the ball on our own species. We stopped contributing to the survival of the whole community. We divided up in time and into distinct groups, we separated. Unity was not a goal ever and that was our mistake. We forgot we are supposed to use each other for the betterment of all, not ourselves. We were all once a family. We can be a family again.

       I would like to be able to order everyone of Earth to take a time-out, as if we could, but it does not stop, this experience in this confined space is lubricated by our actions performed in line and so it can't stop. That is the nature of this dimension. 

       I would like to order everyone instead to take a time up. To climb up and out of the linear chute and look at time differently as something physical and environmental, as we now theoretically know that spacetime is indeed a force of nature. 

       I feel that we will want to control this force and that we will attempt to do so until we can. I feel it is inevitable. We are good at adapting to environments of all kinds. Let's now find this new environment we call the force of spacetime and adapt to it.


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"Two strikes . . she swings . . a home run!"
1976: I met him on a tarmac in Culpepper, Virginia, in 1973. I had just been expelled from another new school, for smoking marijuana. I was depressed that day until that moment. My mothers' latest find. A keeper. A scientist a philosopher a pilot and an inspiring and forgiving man. (Pr) Within 10 minutes of taking this image, approximately 5 miles south-east of the lower tip of Manhattan Island, I looked in his direction and we both watched as a red and white Cessna 182, at our exact altitude, on a 90 degree collision course, crossed in front of us by less than 100 feet. We both saw it. We felt the other pilots' wake. My mother was in the co-pilot seat and was not looking. He and I did not say a word. Had he chose a cruising speed, perhaps .1 mph faster in the time before that moment, there would have been a tragic mid-air collision. He had chosen a slower air-speed so that my mother and I could observe the city of New York in more time. In the year this picture was taken I watched him as he traveled the United States to appear on television talk shows and inform the world: "We are destroying the ozone layer."


7/2/2016:
Congratulations dad:
"The ozone layer is expected to recover in response, albeit very slowly," wrote the researchers in the study which was released Thursday. "We can now be confident that the things we've done have put the planet on a path to heal," said Professor Susan Solomon of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, who led the international team of researchers, in a statement. "We decided collectively, as a world, 'Let's get rid of these molecules'. We got rid of them, and now we're seeing the planet respond."
Antarctic ozone layer is gradually healing, researchers find




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       I was out there observing like crazy and up to my neck in life. I was adapting to ADHD, dyslexia and left temple region brain damage from a slow speed car v. boy on bike accident. Brocca's aphasia (undocumented at the time), as severe stuttering, immediately followed the injury and remained with me for approximately 4 years during what should have been the best and easiest years of my life.


(Pr):
Spring 1968. Records search in progress for date and time of accident (Prince Georges County Hospital - now gone). Both parents worked at NASA Goddard Space Flight Center (Pr), Greenbelt, MD. Neither parent was at home at the time of the accident.*(Pr) Age 6, at this location: Research Road (south, from Agricultural Research Center into city of Greenbelt). At U-Court entrance to parking lot. Unusually, (Pr) three or four large (to me) dump-trucks, belonging to the city of Greenbelt Roads Department, were parked on the narrow shoulder of the south bound side of Research Road. *X-rays may not have been taken, because I recall the attending physician had said, something to the affect of " . . we'll wait and see . . it may not be necessary to take any . . ." Insurance company: Government Employees Insurance Company, or "GEICO." I was released to go home within 8-11 hours after arriving at the emergency department. My sister was born in that hospital, that December. end edit 10:01 am -5 2/6/2015.


       I did look carefully in between the trucks for cars before pushing my bike, with my legs, out into the road. The very next day the road was completely torn-up and in about 1 week a new road had been laid. I was happy to see that the road was destroyed. I recall laying in bed, still in pain, and hearing the road construction noise and then leaning out my bedroom window to watch the men work. I watched as the exact asphalt containing my tears and pain was jack-hammered to pieces and then hauled away to be dumped somewhere. By the evening of the day after the accident, and all the construction noise, I felt no more pain. (Pr) Unusually, the driver who hit me, lived only about 70 feet away and had been coming to a slow, to turn-in to his own apartment buildings' parking lot. The rate of impact was probably less than 3 m.p.h. or walking speed. I was immediately unconscious, but coming-to for several minutes at a time and experiencing great pain, only to slip away again during the following several hours after the impact. 5/5/15 4:52 pm -5 : I'm pretty sure they thought I was sleeping during these times of unconsciousness. I can recall words of relief from my mother to that affect being spoken near me in a busy and loud emergency room hallway, against a blank wall that was to my right. I should add another (important) memory; My mother was taken by surprise on that morning prior to all of us leaving for school and work, that the school was having a scheduled a half-day for something organizational among teachers (that she did not have to attend). There had been a white mimeograph copy of the schedule on the top freezer door of the refrigerator (too small always) that she had generally kept abreast of. Sometimes I would remind her of these things. Before leaving the house, she went next-door and she talked to a woman (older) who lived at the most eastern apartment of our building - she grew delicious grapes and caught me several times taking them and she was always very forgiving. She was above me almost immediately, it seemed, right after the impact (I can not recall her face today - yet). Her face was very close to my own, in addition to the face of the very worried driver (had some wrinkles on his face, white, perhaps had a brimmed hat on) and the face of his wife - brown hair. My mother (this is what is important) did take care to see that I was supervised by someone, before we all left. The woman (grape lady) was also at the hospital and the driver and his wife although not for the extended period I was there. I had been showing a lot of independence at this time. I recall that was only a couple of days, or maybe the very next day, that I had no training wheels on my bicycle and getting out of school to ride my bike was a primary concern. end edit 5:59 pm - 5 (reboot needed).



This image is from another story about children's sexuality and me.
"Each patient (little girl) was there voluntarily!" 


       As a stuttering child I have witnessed and clearly remember, the faces of hundreds of distinct children laughing and pointing at me while I struggled with spitting and facial contortions to express myself. I remember the many times an adult would strain to contain their laughter while I was trying to speak. In the third grade, I had a woman teacher who had the idea that by calling on me every single day, forcing me to stand up and speak about the topic, would cure me of the stuttering. It was incredibly cruel of her. It never worked. It reached a point where the other kids in my class were anxiously waiting for the fun to begin. It was always in the afternoon, the most boring time of day for her. I hated her intensely. 


       Because of this prolonged experience I empathize the most with this man from Earths' history: Tiberius Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus. Special thanks to the British Broadcasting Corporation for allowing me to view the series: I Claudius. Where I learned that a boy like me, with that horrid condition, could achieve greatness eventually. Because of this presentation I accepted that; All of those laughing people and all of those humiliating hours had made me who I was, a man who could be like Claudius, finally understood, crucial in history and perhaps finally admired and never laughed at again.


       Naturally left handed, I was able to correct this damage using the redundancy functions of my right hemisphere - this was the stuttering period of 1968-1972/73. 

       My wide corpus callosum and evidence of right brain hemispheric adaptation to left hemisphere brain damage in a child who is naturally left handed:

right hemisphere / left hemisphere

(Pr): In January through early March, of 2011, over a period of about 9 weeks, I had been experiencing for the first time in my life, blackouts. So severe, I once drove over 40 miles passed my exit, I did not no where I was and had to find my location to return home. I immediately went to a neurologist. These MRI's revealed no mass that would indicate blackouts resulting from an anatomical growth. Afterward I enlisted a fancy psychologist with a huge head/ego. He put me through several hours of testing (I sabotaged the IQ test <-- everyone should do this - ask me why), and he could find no cause. The blackouts have not occurred again, since that time. end edit 11:22 am -5 2/6/2015.


Related: Key Brain Connections Slow to Develop in Children with ADHD.


       Now I speak words fluently as they are transformed from imagery, conceptually categorized: people, places, things, metaphor, analogies, sounds, concepts, and graphically remembered processes in science. When I am speaking, these images, converted to words to be pronunciated, are already rehearsed subconsciously in the milliseconds before I vocalize. I actually imagine the sounds of the words then I mimic what I am imagining that I will sound like. Today if you are in my presence I will dominate the conversation and you will likely be envious, and find that being with me was a challenging and tiring time, and then choose to not be my friend. That is fine with me, because that is a normal human response.

See RadioFreeMonterey.com.


"Mr. Jimmy." Living in a 12x12' room. 5 years after retiring from plumbing, due to osteoarthritis, and 1 year after leaving Nursing school. Left to my own creative will. The first year of Radio Free Monterey. See Who's Who in America: 1999 or 1998 (I have never looked . . because fame creates increased self-absorption and so less personal awareness of ones' environment, so avoid it and ignore this advice if you are already a self absorbed fool.

Update! 5/27/2016 4:42 pm -5: Change is upon me. Fame is a wall approaching. My lifestyle, my privacy, my personal awareness are each in danger. Adaptation will be a challenge. But I can adapt. I am committed to studying nature more intensely in my time off. That stable ground of study (Science!) will keep this person on that Earth. Where thousands of lifeforms are vulnerable as they grow and adapt is where life is humble again. That solace will be my rejuvenation of the self. My fortress of solitude can be in my backyard. :-)  James out! 



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I was constantly seeing patterns others just could not and constantly facing that difference. Not knowing it was a blessing and certain it was a defect.


       As a young photographer ((Pr): introduced to me by Paul Rippey and Peter Wagner) I was still too ignorant to be able to express the patterns I was seeing. Now, writing this website, I am examining ALL of the images of this time. It is clear to me that I was obsessed with duopoly and reflections of mass in my environment. However, the binary nature of the universe was a casual obsession for me, also. Many images will appear here that indicate that that was true for me at that time.

      
What was "Jamie" seeing in all of those strange images he was taking?


Just Some Pile of Nails?
Age 16 or 17. Many more heads of nails are seemingly congregating toward the other heads, in this seemingly random and spontaneously chosen shot of a pile of nails I happened to be walking passed. Because of the unique shape of these nails, and the weighty proportion of one end, this is definitely mathematically predictable. Later in quantum computing this will be a calculable outcome. But I was terrible at math. (Pr) related to left hemisphere damage? end edit 1:02 pm -5 2/6/2015


Some Pile of Garden Hose Somewhere

bunch of rambling about related shit and the stupid hose: (3 12 2016):

Age 15. This looks to me as an extremely ordered image. I may have been feeling its beauty of order while at first noticing the symmetry as elegant. Where every angle and every curve seems very purposeful to me. In all of the many turns of this hose, the result was that its ending is almost perfectly aligned, in relation to all the many 90 degree objects in its environment. The end of the hose has laid down in the same direction as it began, and it lays in a measured order in line with its beginning. The hose bibb connection is brass (a copper alloy) connected to a female brass connector, the end of the hose is the same material. To the left and bottom of the image there lays a no. 2 pencil. At it's tip is a thin copper/tin alloy band securing the eraser. About four inches to right of the very end of the hose bibb, there lays a penny of copper. The three copper objects at the bottom of the image are aligned within a 1/2 inch of each other to our 90 degree aligned perspective of the entire image, from the bottom edge of the composition. The no. 2 pencil is aligned and seemingly pointing to the apex of lowest curve of the bottom of the hose's last and final loop as it fell into place. 10 bricks, with 10 holes in each of them, may have assisted my subconscious in discovering this.

8:35 pm 2/6/2015 Can you determine where the 10th brick is? I know where - it's an easy deduction of reason. 

1:23 pm -5 2/6/2015(Pr) Twelve years later I would become a Master Plumber, in the state that created the license first. I was at that time the youngest Journeymen plumber to pass his test on the first try. I had discovered that I was naturally adept at all practical aspects of hydrodynamic theory. Pie and I had become good friends, finally. Image by James G. Mason.


1989. Massachusetts, U.S.A.


1990. Utah, U.S.A. Recession in New England was a poor time to begin a small business. On the day I realized several plumbers I knew, had been driving their trucks around town, just to be seen in them, I realized I had to leave for a better economy. The Donner Party was here just weeks before their disappearance. "California here I come. Right back where I started from!" - Al Jolson


Duopoly of Mass as Reflected to me from My Environment:
A few examples. 2:37 pm -5 2/6/2015.


Bolted


Scott In Tracks


Ali Looks Up


James at 19



2BorKnot2B. 1975.


NYC, Earth Day, 1978. Park Avenue
Beside the man on the right is an African American man wearing a pink business shirt, his rear reflection can be seen in the glass. The man with the sideburns is holding his tie in his right hand, he had just removed it. It is a yellow and black
striped tie. They are having a smoke-break and watching thousands of people marching for ecologic awareness. So I pondered; Who is more valuable in this image? The stuffed men, or the stuffed with mostly water men?  Do the stuffed men, as an art presentation that may bring many smiles per day to many passing strangers, contribute more to the survival or our species, than these two men of mostly water? I think perhaps they may. 


1980. Inverse Solution.
When humans look for the inverse, or the reflection, we often find beautiful solutions. We tend to forget this one simplicity - a constant.



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This photographer got lucky because still, was not my thing.



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Freinds
by James Gray Mason

       Rock Creek Park, Washington D.C., 1974. Copyright bla bla bla James Gray Mason. The letter i and e are switched on purpose for this title because I have battled dyslexia all of my life. Additionally some first-grade teacher proclaimed "I before E except after C, now repeat after me class. Class?" Except she was dead wrong about that instruction. 5/5/15 5:28 pm -5: I may never be able to spell words like this, on my first typing. It is almost impossible. end edit. My left foot is in the water of a creek, superimposed on the original image. Two years after taking this image, and just days after placing a transparent of my left foot over the image to make this print, on a bored afternoon in my darkroom, I chopped off my left big toe in a lawnmower accident in the back yard, not twenty feet from the image. I can not (afford to) discount anything that is odd, now in this timeline, as being related to a paradox (Pr). Which I suppose is why I chose this, perhaps subconsciously (Pr). Weird huh? And now I have chosen it out of many images, to place it here. 


       9:43 pm -5. 2/2/2015  The original image (without the foot) would have won first place at the Rock Creek Park Annual Photography Contest, but I was 13 years old, and the other photographers were pissed off that my photo was not in an age category of its own, and so the ladies at the office made me a special, cardboard award for this f**king beauty. What a rip-off. Never trust adults. The photographer responsible for the childish outcry that caused the persons at the NPS to dismiss my photo as the first place winner is known to me and the a--hole is still alive and in near that city. (Pr). 3:20 pm -5 2/5/2015 


       National Park Service: Rectify this now. After all you kind of owe me. Because I was a friend of Smokey the Bear, as one of his first Junior Rangers.  I personally knew the girl who later drew for you in a contest, Hooty the Owl. So, "Give a Hoot and Don't Pollute" my timeline any longer. 


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Jake: You may know this image; That's your mom on the right at about age 8 or 9. I forget the boys' name. Hmm . . why do I want to say "Arnold?" :-) First time emoticon, second time joke. First television sitcom reference used in comedy through time (paradoxical parody ha ha). <-- just in case this website is proven to be the real thing.


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       There was a very embarrassing television show running on one of the three networks about the time of creating this print. (Pr) It was called James at 15. I was 15. The boy looked like me. He carried his camera everywhere, like me. He loved his darkroom, he had social ineptitude and anxiety issues with girls, he had a suburban middle-class lifestyle like mine. It was a parallel of my life and I had already been living all of my childhood with the coincidence (Pr) that I looked like Ron Howards' doppelganger. [4:34 pm -5 2/8/2015  Much to say about this . . later.] To every cop who ever accosted me (appropriately) I was instantly, sub-consciously Opie, or the innocent (couldn't harm anyone - give him another chance) Happy Days character Richie Cunningham, that Ron Howard played for all of those years. Growing my hair to my shoulders and longer was the only way to cause strangers to not stare and not subconsciously wonder why I looked so familiar. 


       Another one of my images of near this time was stolen from me, thirty years later because I gave a print to a friend, who was the feature of the image, and it was blown-up poster sized and hung in some wide hallway where congress people huff off to lunch in Washington D.C.. I saw it on CSPAN a few years ago. Unbelievable huh? Adults. Don't trust em. Bored with photography by age 23. Been there - did that. 5/5/15 5:27 pm


12:43 am -5 2/7/2015  Coincidentally (Pr), that image placement in the hallway was also very likely under the management of the National Park Service. You bastards got me again. 5/5/15 6:05 pm -5. Had to reboot. Lost an entire paragraph of an entry about this image, its subject and location and etc..  Pissed. It is a black & white, vertical shot of Roy. He is a thin white man with brown hair, in his late 30's. He is feeding a handful of envelopes into the rear of a 2 color offset printing press. The envelopes are printed in order and are displayed on the catch belt in the foreground, right. I will not post this image here as the NPS has made it familiar and I am more in fear of others taking my imagery, now more than ever. The negatives are safe but I have not peered into the many pages of negatives to look for this image yet. Below is the second shift. Roy is not in this image as he was working the first shift at this time:


Missing picture. :-)  bunch of people easily identifiable. 

Above: 1982: David, me, Bob, Shorty, Denise, Voluptuous, Danny, Rossana, Voluptuous' mother. Pushing a broom to pushing old machines and people in a about 20 months. I knew my grandfather had a printing career and took this offset printing job with that in mind. But, been there - did that. . boring! Even with fascinating machinery break-downs almost every night, this could not hold my attention or my passion.


This image disappeared from this page and the folder where it came from in February, 2015. 











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       12:48 am -5 2/7/2015  (Pr) That missing big toe may have saved my life from turning in a really bad direction. I was drunk driving at the age of about 20, south bound on the Baltimore Washington Parkway in the late afternoon. Alcohol use was clearly at this time, beginning to take control of my life. As I approached the Greenbelt exit, two National Park Service police, yes them, ordered me to the shoulder with hand signals. I was certainly busted, so I thought. 


       I can be appear very sober if I need to. So the act was on. But I wreaked of beer and my wavy driving was seen. There was no denying it. I was feeling screwed. I was not walking the straight line of the right lane paint at the shoulder very well. Big toe time.  I immediately explained why my balance appeared so off, with a lie. I took off my left shoe and sock and showed them the remaining stub of my left big toe and proceeded to tell a whopper. 


"It was only about a year and a half ago officer. I was mowing the lawns of a few old people who live in my neighborhood, they really can't do that by themselves anymore, you know? But I had this stupid electric lawnmower and the stupid cord got caught under the thing, and the whole thing just jumped up and landed right on top of my foot!" 


"Wow that must have really been painful!"

"Yah I'll bet you won't do that again huh?"

"I knew those new electric mowers would be dangerous. Didn't I say that Henry, about a month ago, remember?"

       It was working. I had their sympathy and could see it. Men love to show their wounds to each other, it's in our genes, I think. We bond this way. I knew this. 

"Any way, I was going to physical therapy for a while and walking on balance beams and shit like that, but the insurance ran out and . ."

"Oh yah that happened to my cousin Shorty. You remember Shorty Bob?"  

"Let me guess, he was the short guy at last year's NPS picnic, right?" 

"He got a back injury and they cut-off his payments and he couldn't even finish physical therapy . ."

"Yah that's what happened to me! I was starting to walk almost normally and they cut me off, like they didn't even care." I was now contributing to this blue-collar workplace banter I created. 

"Well son, (Richie Cunningham) since you only live about three miles away, and you were about to take this exit and go home, I suppose it'll be alright if we let you off  with a warning this time. But be warned, if we catch you out here again, smelling like beer, we're taking you in."

"Fair enough officer."

"You seem like you have a good head on your shoulders son (Richie Cunningham). Remember this the next time your'e drunk and thinking about getting behind that wheel. We've seen some awful things you know, we don't want to see you that way. You got that?"

"Oh I will remember this officer, sure enough!" Just like Richie would say.

       If I had entered the criminal justice system at this time, I don't know who I would be today. Most people I knew, who had gotten themselves arrested, seemed to get re-arrested and caught in that world. I did not want that. Freedom was everything to me. It was a slap in the face, an awakening. That next day was the first day in years, I did not drink, and that day after that I got the shakes and every symptom I had ever heard about that alcoholics experience when they try to stop. I was already very addicted to tobacco and now I had a new monster. I spent about seven years trying to quit, over and over again, on my own. 

       I once tried to overdose on marijuana while at a party with friends, so that hopefully, I would be too stoned to feel the need to drink. That does not work. You can not overdose on weed. Because you just forget why you are trying to smoke fifty bong hits and then you fall asleep after about ten.

       At age 28 I got some health insurance, and used it immediately to enter a 28 day treatment center and have not touched a drop since. (Pr) National Park Service: Perhaps I am wrong about you guys. Perhaps you were there for me when I needed you (Pr). Exactly when I needed you, really. Keep the picture I saw on CSPAN. But consider that corrupted contest in 1975 and consider who really should have gotten that first place award, and then gotten that image into the Washington Post as the winner. 

       (Pr) But if I had won it might have gone straight to my head filling me with my own ego at an impressionable age when that is likely. I might have stayed a photographer and even stayed in D.C.. I might have become that a--hole who thought that his art was more real art than my photo and whined about my picture only because it was taken by a child. 

       Times' (seemingly) coincidences are related forward and backward. There are no by-chance relationships anywhere. We're all moving with the same goals in mind and bump into each other across decades and across rooms. In time we learn, so they say. But, what if in time we learn of time's coincidences before they happen? Time then becomes our friend, instead of a countdown to the end of our existence, our precious precious consciousness we label "existence."  I'll probably meet one of those cops again. This happens to me. Because it would be no more coincidence to meet him or them again than it was meeting them the first time on the side of that road. We all shared something in common that brought us there, while we were all moving in the same direction, south. 

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7.9.2017





These are image copies of my college transcripts throughout 4 years from 1992 - 1996. 

I will defend that these transcripts represent the following of myself:

1. I am capable of learning a great deal.
2. I am capable of intense intellectual study for years on end for many hours per day.
3. I have have expressed curiosity and exhibited understanding of varied fields of humanities and science studies.
4. Like millions of people I was forced by economic and or lifestyle dilemma to leave my college graduation goals and have been unable to reacquire that path. 

8 full course load semesters, 3 summers, 2 summers working in my field of study; several political projects on the side lines:

What you see is liberal arts prerequisites and university transferable pre medicine courses, including and not limited to anatomy, physiology, microbiology, chemistry, nutrition, psychology and etcetera to beef-up my application to 2 Nursing schools of my choice, where I was accepted 2 years after beginning that goal. 

I spend approx 10 per day on campus, either in class on in the library. 

I asked 2 parents for $800 to get me through another semester and that request was met with silence. Perhaps they did not believe me, that I was excelling, and I needed to send them documentation? 

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30 32 images on this page are Copyright Protected & encoded, James G. Mason, 2015.

Copyright Reserved, Time Travel Wish Inc, / James G. Mason. 11:24 am -5 2/5/2015.

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hmm . . Alberts' Tree seemed to be EVERYWHERE on that VERY cold day. #NationalAcademyofSciences #sol3






3/4/2016 2:54 pm:

This character in this Doctor Who episode, which I viewed in the summer of 2015, very much reminds me of myself. I happened to have loved ELO for most of my life. I play them frequently. Especially Mr. Blue Sky on a sunny and beautiful morning.

He was in paradoxical contact with the time traveler: the Doctor. He was experiencing the disbelief of others and questioning his own ability to observe his reality. Very much relates to me and Time Travel Wish and Paradox One. :-)


Electric Light Orchestra (or ELO) was the favourite band of Elton Pope who would sometimes dance alone in his flat to their songs, such as "Mr. Blue Sky".
Pope himself performing the lead vocals, LINDA did a cover version of the ELO song, "Don't Bring Me Down" when Victor Kennedy turned up in their basement. (TV: Love & Monsters)



Who I was as an appropriate target:

The target. Who I was in Timeline A. The past is vital. For the team, making a contact behind me would be far easier to set up the paradox. Objects, people, places i had been documented by myself or my mother’s many images would be of great assistance to the team. The type of person I was will be paramount. The change sought by the Team of Ethics and Behavior would be well researched. I entertain that the creation of Time Travel Wish may have been a planted set-up. Who I was prior to creation of this website:





Some Time Travel Wish Twitter account posts:

I made myself a target for breach of #spacetime. Successful BEFORE created.http://timetravelwish.blogspot.com/ #timetravel


3 Acre Wood: The metal obituary may remain long after I died.  #timetravel #interdimension


As amature writer #UFO #phenonena in 2014. #hypothetical not considered. #timetravel PAST > important > Target








the Meaning of Life essay:
1 mnth < http://timetravelwish.com HAD to write this. Feeling compelled. #timetravel PAST! Who I was in Timeline A.

November, 2014:

for the knowledge and enjoyment of thinking species

in all spacetime:
opens in new window - appropriately


In fantastic numbers we are intrinsically connected and incredibly diverse. Now we see a reflection like ourselves and it is all of our mass in motion together in a beautiful violent ballet ending with a new beautiful beginning. The time of assumptions nears its end as the answer to the greatest question we have ever pondered is now becoming visible.

The End All Suffering accounts:

Protecting domains. Trying to sell. Had them all. PAST! Who I was in timeline A. http://timetravelwish.blogspot.com/ #timetravel



The Stonehenge hypothesis:
As amature writer #UFO #phenomena in 2014. #Stonehenge. #hypothetical no #anthropologist considered. #timetravel


Who would be waiting for TEAM? Would they be worthy target? http://timetravelwish.blogspot.com/ Purpose > BREACH #timetravel




PAST! Who I was in Timeline A: The #novel unfinished. Too eerily close! Weird. #timetravel 




Another important reason: me: TARGET 4 #timetravel #firstcontact #CHANGE on . A great poet/painter writes about #JMWritten w/o permission. Mother #poet creates sympathy & pity for son: TARGET of #experiment in #timetravel; to reach another experiment.  



PAST is vital. Wide window for target. #timetravel #interdimensional contact. BEFORE.


4/30/2016















7.5.2017:

1) Just putting this together. Realized this coincidence last week; formulated it's too much to leave out. May be crucial in targeting me. >
2) The Fermata; time travel alt fiction, purchased from an online store in Santa Cruz, in 1996; evolvefish.com. Book is . . >
3) Way out there, x-rated, alternative fiction, time travel fiction. But, time stopping time travel fiction. Guy runs around writing . . >
4) . . his memoir because he is first a writer by ambition and a time and space ponderer by hobby and he finds a way to . . . >
5) . . freeze time and space and move around doing all kinds of nasty things and writing a great story. I forget the ending (good)). >
6)  The coincidence here; that is too much to leave out, is all the in context relationships that fit into the time and space of the experiment.
7) 1. The store that the sold the book was one the few small businesses bold enough to go online, used to link to a page .>
#timetravelwish
8)  .  of alternative fiction titles - some social communist type stuff (Santa Cruz), and I found the title there and so made . . >
9)   .  . an online purchase. 2. To the address where I began RadioFreeMonterey.org less than 15 months later (apprx, cobwebs). >
10) Where I may have spoken of the book on-air, because I spoke about all kinds of sh*t. A lot of ad hoc comedy. News, politics and unlicensed music.
11) But the Santa Cruz, route 1 Blue Wall of Light (so dubbed) event came (I think) spring 96 because it was near the hotel/resort . >
12) . . on the beach front, where in the 96 campaign I did some volunteering for the Democrats at that hotel, for a Pennetta function.>
13  That the wall of light event happened before is not relevant to this evidence in normal time speak. It was a space close nearby.>
14) And so 3 points to me who 20 years later was successful before he made a time travel communication experiment online. >
15) 1. The Fermata is a time travel fiction. 2. My voice and issues and interests expressed online, and on air  . . >
16)  . simultaneously in the same locality at the same times. And monitoring their mission using those medias would have been crucial. >
17)  3. Each is internet related as the first breach is also, even going back to early internet days of 1996. Not irrelevant (timey).
18)  There is (actually) more than 6 coincidence - each in context, now. So, this is another paradox related object of evidence to be added.

The Fermata; time travel alt fiction, purchased from an online store in Santa Cruz, in 1997 may be paradox related to event on highway. Same time.

It was  within months of that purchase, forward or backward, I’m not sure. But both occurred in Santa Cruz, both within a year or so of beginning Radio Free Monterey, and both from an online operation, and Radio Free Monterey was one of the few online radio broadcasts going on at that time. All very coincidental.

I may have talked about the book on air. Not sure. But I did live at Cortez Street, Monterey, when I purchased it, and that is where the station began, that apartment. That is also the address I received the FCC warming ticket at. The address I used from the online store that sent the book. They sold the Darwin Fish goods.











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#timetravelwish #JamesGMason #sol3























Paradox Safety . . . . 3.0
9/28
10/10 still 3.0









10/16/15 No better safety level. 

10/21/2015 11:46 pm -5 Safey level NO BETTER. 

10/31/2015 10:33 pm -5: No better. 3.0

11/04/2015 3:54 pm -5: UP >> 4.0 yayy! 

8/17/2016  No change. 

























10/27/2015 12:16 am -5:
New re-write:
 A Postulate of Divergence of Universes
and Chrono-Slip into Another Timeline

Requiring a New Dimensional Plane



I strongly feel that I have been tasked as the primary target, that this chapter is not my task. I am a bit pissed off I have to do this. I wanted, if it is true, to primarily focus on my many social desires because in those many complicated issues I find my passion and my best energies. So my possible task is a social one. A very big task that may just kill me. But you are all worth it.

In this information cosmos; The diverging universes of distinct arrows of time of consistent strings from the single pallet of one dimension that is a consistent informational foundation, a.k.a. how spacetime will be breached for the explicit purpose of changing all human behavioral information safely:






Key:
A = the Teams’ string or: Thentime.
TT = the time target or: The moment of recorded consistency for efficacy of X.
TT(c) = The time target chosen exhibited safe consistency with A.
Q = the yet hypothesized method of seeing into and manipulating recorded information of A’s timeline.
X = the moment of the breach into past information of significant physicality.
B = Forced creation of information from A/B to a new “pallet” of a dimensional plane.
B4 = Our other string. Or oldtime. Abandoned string/timeline sharing same dimensional plane with A.
BN = Our string, or: Nowtime, post divergence (name is relevant to us in the present).
BN(c) = Nowtime’s moment of matching consistency with A and B. Divergence of proximity proceeds as significant information of difference occurs.
D = The newly “created” dimensional plane. In calculable “proximity” to A and B4.
Dx = The new information dimensional plane of near consistency after X at TT.
Hx = History made consistent of “informational energy” from A/B to fit the new dimension of close informational proximity.




















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11/23/2015 7:50 pm -5: You assholes aren't getting diddly-squat from me until the world knows about this. There is a shit-load more you will NEVER know. Until then. - James out


















12/18/2015 10:6 pm






















1/11/2016

1/12/2016 5:54 pm

Every request stands. Keep it up. Make it happen. 





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1/15/2016 4:43 AM. Get this assholes:




1/18/2016
Keep it up.





1/22/2016


1/23/2016 Each request stands. 



1/25/2016 2:24 am -5
Get with it you bums.



With love and confidence.



James out!



1/27/2016

Keep trying. Keep it up. 



1/27/2016 11:25 am 



1/28/2016



2/1/2016


Keep in mind;



2/1/2016  8:18 pm



lol.  You guys.


8:55 pm .  

2/2/2016 Jeez. It occurred to me this morning to apologize for , ,

2/3/2016 1:46 pm -5



2/4/2016  2:35 am -5 







Visitors/Team:





2/05/2016 1:47 am -5

Not a damn drunken thing to say to you assholes. Ha ha ha. 


2/5/2016  7:14 pm 

2/6/2016  1:50 am

Weird.

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2/07/2016


Look here you assholes:

2/8

These monkeys are not





2/12/2016  1:55 am -4

You apes

2/13/2016 1:27 pm -5: You assholes!


2/14/2016 1:22 am -5: If you guys have not noticed,

2/14/2016 11:07 am:

Nice try. Your longitude


2/17/2016 8:35 pm





2/20/2016 12:42 am Get us OUT of here.




4/26/2016 A month

5/21/2016: 1:51 pm


5.5, 4.5, 4.6, 4.7, 4.8, 4.8 I get it. Or, you have begun something that cannot be stopped. If you are communicating a lesson to me the text below refers:


Thank you for your patience. You must have some great video games. Geez. #timetravel http://paradox-one.today #Sol3 A#1


6/30/2016, I have confidence in your decisions. Fully. My love you guys. We can do this.