Anti-Matter

By Michael Mathiesen

Some people say that money is the root of all evil. But, now we know that it is not money that is the root of all evil - it's Anti-Matter.

Ever since this amazing stuff was discovered floating around in the universe scientists have been struggling to find out what impact anti-matter might be having on our world. In this amazing new Science Fiction adventure, you not only find out how anti-matter impacts all our lives on a daily basis, but also how it may be impacting our government, the economy, religion, everything that we hold as sacred.

When any particle of anti-matter comes into contact with the normal matter that we all take for granted, the air we breathe, our bodies, our cars, our houses, our clothing, etc. the two opposite types of matter annihilate one another instantly. If anti-matter hits your brain, your thinking is going to be severely altered. Your future may be changed as well, since your future is greatly dependent upon what you're thinking at any given time.

Every aspect of our thinking, every aspect of our daily lives is powered by the atomic structure of matter. The atoms, as we know, like Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, etc. are the major components of molecules. Molecules are what we are composed of that moves our bodies, helps us breathe, digests our food, allows us to think. In any of these processes, especially when we fall in love, we don't want too much interference from anyone or anything, and we may be able to defend against alot of things. But we have no defenses against anti-matter.

So, when we ourselves come into contact with anti-matter, parts of ourselves vanish, disappear, it is annihilated. How much of this anti-matter/matter annihilation is required before serious damage is done, no one knows.

This is the story of the inventor of the Anti-Matter Ray and what happened after his ray gun was introduced to the world. The amazing twists and turns will amaze and entertain and cause great consternation in your life if you have ever encountered an event in your life that you could not explain. Now, you will be able to put it down to Anti-Matter.

This is a classic science fiction romp through the world of what is known about the unseen laws of physics mixed in with a little speculation of how these unseen laws rule over our lives every second of every day.

This story is not meant for the squeamish or the mentally challenged. This is a story that will literally annihilate your present conception of what reality means and it may even help you discover a better universe in which you are meant to live and breathe in.

If you thought you knew just about everything regarding what happens in this universe - if you thought you knew just about everything that was going to happen to you in the next twenty-four hours - guess again.

Anti-matter is out there, and there's more and more of it sneaking into our world every day. An anti-matter storm rages all around us every day and is causing the greatest chaos this world has ever known.

If you want to do something about it, if you want to make a difference, if you want to survive the coming anti-matter star, you'd best read this book first. If you don't care about your future, the future of our species, our planet, all living things, then this book is not for you. Read other things.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Mathiesen
• Release date: Jul 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463218228

Michael Mathiesen

I have authored and published over 100 books, ebooks, audible books, online courses.  My latest and most important to me are:  The Science of Physics - Proof That God Exists, The 4 States of Consciousness, Zentanglements - The Three Laws of Consciousness for Smarties, The Blockchain Government, America 2.0, Inc - Take Stock in America, The God Particle Bible, The Origin of Creation, et al.  My scientific theories are on the cutting edge and many of my colleagues are not yet true believers, but when the 2nd Big Bang hits this part of the universe as I have predicted in this book - they will have to eat their words.  What will it mean to you?  Lots, I think. 

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Anti-Matter

Michael Mathiesen

Dedication

This book is meant for anyone who has encountered any amount of anti-matter in their lives and survived.

Copyright 2018 © by Michael Mathiesen

Disclaimer:

Any character or characters, group or organization named in this book are strictly fictional and therefore if they bear a resemblance to any person living or dead it is strictly unintended, unintentional and/or accidental.

Table Of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One - The Anti-Matter Ray

Chapter Two - The Anti-Matter Bomb

Chapter Three - The Anti-Matter Star

About The Author

Introduction

What you are about to read is both a love story and a Science Fiction adventure through an area of the universe with which you may already be familiar, but on a subconscious level only. You may not be familiar with anti-matter on a personal level yet, but all of us, like it or not have had encounters with an amount of Anti-Matter that can vary from the tiniest of specks to large clouds of it that hangs over your life for days, months or even years.

Anti-matter is the opposite of the matter that we are all made of and which the Earth and the sun and everything we know is made of. Anti-matter has the opposite charge of matter and the opposite spin and so when anti-matter and matter encounter each other, they both annihilate one another.

As a Science and Science Fiction author my personal encounters with anti-matter that impacted my life inspired me to write this book because I discovered in my research that Anti-matter has been the single greatest influencer of my life, bar none. Whenever you expect an outcome in life say, for hard work, patience, and dedication to the cause, and the fruits of that labor are denied to you, it's my opinion that it's not bad luck, but anti-matter that got in the way of attaining your prize, the normal outcome from all that hard work, patience and dedication.

On a larger scale, whenever we humans enter into world wars and major economic debacles, we can almost always put this down to the impact of Anti-matter on our society as a whole as well as on all individuals.

Anti-matter is so minute, so subtle that it has never been recognized as the true cause of all the conflict, chaos strife and trouble in the world. And today these things are at their zenith. Anti-Matter's impact is always on the sub-atomic level. However, in my earlier works, I think I have proven the fact that most if not all of our thoughts, deeds and actions all start out at the sub-atomic level and this is where all problems with Anti-Matter begin.

I've written this as a love story as the central part of this book because as we all know, it's a very fine line that separates love from hate. It's so fine that it's less than a trillionth of a trillionth the diameter of a human hair. This is exactly the space in which Anti-matter is the most comfortable and the most effective but its downfall is that it is exposed here at these levels. We only have to monitor our lives carefully to know its full impact.

To put it simply, Anti-matter comes out of the anti-universe and when it hits you, it produces the opposite events of what you expected, or the anti-universe and there is no escape. By the time you finish this book, I can practically guarantee that you will know how to recognize when you are in the proper universe and when anti-matter is dragging you over to the other universe, the one that is not the one you expected, hoped for, dreamed about or wanted.

Chapter One

The Anti-Matter Ray

You’re probably already wondering what value the story of a guy who invented the anti-matter ray may have on your own. And, sadly for most of you that value may turn out to be little or none at all because things have turned out so completely different than what I or any of you might have ever expected.

Some of you, in fact, the vast majority of you will never learn about me at all. You will be removed to another universe from the actions of my invention, but I will be completely unknown to you because in the universe where you’re going, things don’t happen exactly the same way as they do here in this one. It’s complicated.

It’s all down to anti-matter. This I can tell you and what you are about to experience is either this story and its impact on your lives taking place immediately after you’re finished reading. Or, you will experience the other universe where my ray has taken you and life goes on over there pretty much as it is supposed to, such as things go, and so it’s not a happy ending for the vast majority of you.

Look, I told you, it’s complicated. However, I know you can all handle it. This book was handed to you or you purchased it because someone or something connected you to this book, and you have allowed your eyes to make it down range this far. This means it’s more likely than not that you have the mental capacity to take in big ideas, to seek out and absorb completely new vistas, to go where no man or woman has gone before.

Therefore, I say ‘Congratulations’ to you for getting this far and I don’t mean in the book, but in the events of your life, whatever they have been. Big or small, they are uniquely yours and yours alone. Good for you. Aha, but do you know how you got here? I mean in this particular universe? There are plenty of other possibilities, you know.

I hope you will agree with me someday soon that your life’s events might be completely different, for better or worse, were you armed with the ability to identify the anti-matter in your surroundings and where you might be the most vulnerable. If you know what you might have done in the past, or even better, what you might be able to do in the future to combat the anti-matter in your life, your life could be so much better. I hope you will agree, maybe not right now, but hopefully by the time you finish this story.

Let us begin.

# # #

It's a recurring dream for me. I'm standing next to my best girl, my favorite person in the world, my soul mate. She's a watercolorist and oil painter. She's the love of my life, but to say I’m the love of her life would be stretching it. I’m definitely a love in her life. I think I’m authorized to say that much. To me, she’s the most beautifully designed object in the history of the universe and that’s no lie.

We're looking at a new painting of hers. It's a picture of a doorway which is not yet attached to any other structure. Presently, the door is slightly ajar and is merely floating in space on the canvas. Where it leads to, we have no idea, but we both have a good feeling about it. It all starts to come back to me, flowing like a river.

Where does that door go? I ask her.

I don’t know, she replies.

Why did you paint it that way? I ask.

I don’t know that either, she replies.

# # #

I need to interrupt the story right now for just a few minutes because, as you will soon see, this is a very difficult story to tell because there has never been a story like it. This story is so unique and different that I know there will be many skeptics. I’m only able to tell this story because I have actually lived it. I am also able to tell the story because I invented a device that allows the wearer to remember everything about the universe that he or she inhabited prior to their emigration to the new one.

So, I’ll start by saying that I'm not sure what parts of my story will be the most optimal for you to know. There are so many different things to say about it, so many different facets, but I have decided to concentrate on the most important aspects of the story so that I lose as few of you as possible. If I try to explain it all, I’m afraid that I would lose most of you, so we’re going to try to keep it simple or as simple as possible. It may seem a bit dreary at first, but let me tell you that there is a happy ending, at least for those who remain in this universe.

It’s also important to note that what I’m about to tell you actually happened to me, is happening to me and always will happen to me. If you're as fortunate as me, similar events will also happen to you. Indeed, they may already be happening to you at this very moment the same way that they're happening to me, but you have yet to recognize them in the way that is now, shall we say, the most optimal for you.

(End of my interruption.)

I met her at a party. I didn’t know anyone at the party except for the girl who invited me and who I was dating at the time, let's call her Kathy. I never saw Kathy after the party because at the opening minutes of the party, I was introduced to the most important person in my life by the name of Dana Del Rio.

She was sitting on a stool in the middle of the room, the light falling on her dark brown hair like a winter fog falls upon the forest. Everything went quiet inside my head. There were no other party-goers around. I simply fell into a trance. There she was, right in front of me, the girl that I had been dreaming about all my life.

Her big brown eyes followed my every step as I came closer and closer. She had on a little black dress with the most beautiful legs protruding out of them that I had ever had the great pleasure to behold in my life. She was tall and slender and flashed the friendliest set of teeth I had ever known.

And this is my half-sister, Dana, someone, obviously her half-sister, says somewhere behind me and to my left. From this time forward, I would think of her name as some might regard as their mantra. I would find myself saying her name when I woke up in the morning and just before going to sleep at night, with many other times during the day when I wanted to avoid thinking about other less important things.

At this point in my life, I had been a 'normal', well-adjusted, sane and happy person, mostly. I never let things get to me, no matter if they were extremely good or extremely bad, extremely happy or extremely sad. I prided myself on my steadfastness and my cool, my presence of mind under fire, as they say.

But, when I began chatting with this nearly perfect example of the human female, I lost all control of my emotions and higher brain functions. I felt the impacts of each syllable as they were formed by her lips and her tongue, landing like snowflakes on my ears. I caught each exhalation as a great exaltation. I sanctified the moment. I broke it into smaller and smaller segments so that I could digest and savor it forever. With her every word, I fell deeper and deeper into a hypnotic trance where nothing else mattered to me. From this point forward, I would go through life as a creature that had morphed into something much better.

It wasn't what she said as much as the way she said it. The words she chose were perfect and came out of a secret dictionary that both of us shared through some kind of social bond I have not yet proven. The sound of her vocalizations were a kind of music that I had never heard before. Everything she spoke about, and I mean everything, were concepts that I had recently toyed with. It was as if she was reading my mind.

We talked all night, alone at the kitchen table. People in the main room of the house continued the party all night without us and I knew that because we could hear laughter and revelry going on, as we spoke about more serious things, like our past and future families, and how much they meant to us. At this point, I knew, and I think she also knew, that we were meant to have a family together. We never did.

Every half-hour or so, my girlfriend at the time, the lady who brought me to the party, would come into the kitchen to check up on us and it was obvious to her that the two of us were no longer connected to the normal reality going on everywhere else.

I never saw that lovely young lady again. Truly, she was a class act. I regret treating her so callously, but I simply had no other choice. To her great credit, she must have recognized that she was no match for Dana and just let me have her, without objection. When Kathy looked at my face directly, she would laugh, hysterically, and I assume it was because I do have a funny face. I never assumed anything lasting would come out of that relationship and I doubt she did either. But it was fun and I’ll always remember that.

Needless to say, that night sitting at a stranger’s kitchen table was the most magical night of my life. Today, many years later, this scene is no more than a blurred dream. I often wish that camera phones were more prevalent at this time so that real visual and audio evidence of this night could exist somewhere so that I might prove to myself that this event actually happened, and that it is definitely not some form of hallucination.

Instead, that night, this moment, that kitchen table is merely a scene from a dream inside a dream tucked inside a universe, sitting comfortably inside another universe folded up inside of something bigger, more intense and far more forgiving.

# # #

Where do you think the door leads? She asks me, quietly.

I don’t know. I’m afraid to guess. I don’t think we want to know, I reply.

A soreness deep within my muscle and bone, a complete and total emptiness, overwhelms me.

I must have done something or said something very wrong for that period in our relationship. She was twenty or so, and I was thirty and so I should have known better. I should have protected her and me from what I should have known was coming. I was reckless. She hit me with all the bells and whistles, so I would be forced to let out all the stops.

I should have seen how vulnerable and innocent a thing she was. I had become brash and bold by then, and somewhere, somehow, our styles of living our lives must have clashed in her mind. In my mind, instead of clashing, we were meshing perfectly. It just goes to show how wrong I can be about so many things.

We only lasted six wonderful and incredible months of what seemed to me to be a perfect union at that time. I did not see it coming. When she told me she had other fish to fry, better things to do, more horizons to visit, I was dumbfounded. The day turned to night. The sun would not shine for me. The birds would not sing. The trees would all die. The flowers would no longer open. The music stopped. The carousel of life stopped turning. The thrill of waking up every day to her delicious skin was gone.

Not a day goes by in this universe when I don't think of her, wonder where she is, what she's doing, who she's with, what she's thinking, what makes her happy.

Sometimes I hear from mutual friends about the events in her life that no longer include me. She’s traveling. She’s painting. She’s visiting with people we both knew together. She’s laughing and joking. She’s always married to someone else.

It’s hard, but I respect her decision not to engage with me any more. I think perhaps it’s because she knows that if she gives me an inch, I would try to grab that proverbial mile. But, I never embarrass her. I’ve never made a public spectacle of myself. I’ve never tried to force myself upon her. I stoically stand by her decision. You have to do this for the person you respect more than any other. You have to give them their freedom. Love has to flow in both directions. It did for a while for me and for this I am so eternally grateful. But, then suddenly, it just vanished from her direction. I was forced to live without it. This is how my life has deployed throughout the years.

Pitiful, ain’t it?

You’re wondering how anyone could spend their life wallowing in such an extreme degree of pain and self-pity. However, there’s a reason I’m telling you all of this now. Because it’s the very nature of anti-matter that it can and sometimes does create a new life, a better life out of the ashes of the old one that it destroys. And, this is why I’m here to tell you my story.

And, don’t worry, it has a happy ending, but only because I was removed to an alternate universe that anti-matter has thankfully created for me, well for all of us, truly.

(Here comes the good part. Wait for it.)

There comes a day when she moves out of my house. She stops by to pick up some of her clothes she had left hanging in the closet. I cannot hide the fact that my heart is breaking. As she slowly closes the front door behind her, she tells me that ‘Life is short.’

It’s the most memorable thing she will say to me because as we all know, this well-worn phrase means that she has to cut her life with me short because she’s certain there’s a better life for her somewhere out there with someone else. She’s right, of course. Why did I believe so strongly that her best life would have to be with me? What an ego.

So much for the agony and the ecstasy.

The good news is that, though I had no idea at the time, my first encounter with anti-matter had begun. My fate was sealed when the planet I live on ran smack dab into a small cloud of the stuff in hyper-space. It was just enough to break the spell I had cast upon the girl. It knocked my game out of the ball park. It hit us like an earthquake.

After she left, I knew something very strange had happened to me. How could this be part of the ‘normal’ world? One day, I was in love and happy as a clam and the next day, I was lower than a clam. There had to be a weird explanation, although a scientific one. I started to do the research, the very hard work that has led me to this point.

I began with the premise that I was now living in another universe and I therefore must start doing something about it. I used this experience to change my career and to become a world-renowned scientific researcher, in my eyes, a mere a lab assistant, in others. I have worked with some of the greatest minds in history in the realm of particle Physics and Theoretical Quantum Physics.

Of course being a mere lab assistant would mean that the profs, these greatest of minds, would often scoff at my ideas. I was always pushing the limits, trying to understand the facts that they had uncovered from a point of view well outside of the known universe.

It was a hard sell.

There’s nothing in the universe that happens without a very good reason, I would tell them, knowing deep down that the events in my life would prove this old adage beyond any reasonable doubt.

They would scoff at me and snicker and stab me in the back, having as little to do with me as possible, lest their glorious reputations and careers might be placed in jeopardy. I was unfazed. I knew I was right and would be vindicated some day.

At least I gave them something to think about when they allowed me my one and only lecture to the grad students in the Stanford University’s Advanced Quantum Physics lecture of 2035.

There are at a minimum 25 quintillion, quintillion elementary particles flowing around and through our bodies and minds, and everything else we interact with from the air we breathe to the food we eat, at any given moment, I would tell them.

And they are all interconnected. There is no empty space that separates the particles floating around in ourselves to the particles floating around inside anything else. Furthermore, the forces that hold all of our particles together to form individual distinct units of things, whether they are dumb people or smart phones, are the only deciding factors in all of our thoughts and deeds, and thereby control our fate. When this extremely dense interaction of particles is working harmoniously, everything seems fine in our lives. We are happy, fulfilled. We prosper. But, whenever the balance is tipped by the anti-matter in the universe, things can go awry, I would continue.

I could see them all scoffing, snickering and rolling their eyes. They would never allow me to have another chance to speak or publish papers again. But, I knew I was right. Too much in the order of the mysterious had already happened to me in my crazy, compacted life. And, as for the rest of it, well, that’s the nature of the story that I can tell you today.

Indeed, revenge is sweet. Few of them are around any longer. Most, if not all of the so-called ‘great minds’ have been removed to their proper places when the anti-matter bomb was detonated. For now, suffice it to say that when I invented the anti-matter ray gun, everything changed forever and things will never be the same around here again, thank God!

And I am now the major scientific mind still here to tell you the truth of the constant battle between matter and anti-matter going on all around you at every moment of every day of your so-called lives. It never ends. Buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy, bumpy ride.

# # #

My name is Jack Coppersmith, and I am no longer someone’s research scientist. Today, I'm simply a curious tinkerer, an inventor, someone akin to Thomas Edison or more precisely, Nikola Tesla and this is a kind of autobiography - slash - history lesson that takes place over the majority of my life time. It’s all true because I lived it. Your parents or even your grand-parents may have told you about these events, however, they were probably depicted much different than I am detailing here because they simply didn’t know the real story, the real science of what was impacting their lives so greatly.

And, I’m not asking for much. I only ask that you forget about everything you learned in high school and college Science classes because all that knowledge and wisdom that you sweated so greatly to be able to feedback to your professors, changed radically a few years ago, when the events I’m going to show you showered over us all and permeated everything on this planet.

Anti-matter is a type of matter that is the exact opposite of the matter that you deal with every day in this universe. It is not correct to only suggest that it is an electron with the opposite polarity of an electron, in other words a positively charged electron, or that it is a proton with the opposite polarity of a proton, or a negatively charged proton. Anti-matter has the opposite polarity of matter because everything about it is completely in opposition to what we experience here in this universe. Where we think something is ‘good’, anti-matter will treat it as ‘evil’. Where we think something is ‘evil’, anti-matter will think that it is ‘good’.

Therefore, it has been my educated guess, having experienced it to such a large degree, a degree to which you are also about to experience, that Anti-matter originates in an exact opposite type of universe.

In the 'Anti-Universe', North is South, up is down, inside is outside, left is right, black is white, blue is red, green is brown, bad is good, good is bad, etc. I believe further that nothing exists in our universe without its opposite counterpart existing in the anti-universe in the same quantity but in the opposite form and degree.

You’ll hear me remind you many times, that in the universe you’re in right now, electrons have a negative charge and spin in one direction. In the anti-universe, electrons have a positive charge and spin in the opposite direction. The same goes for protons and their anti-protons, quarks and their anti-quarks, gluons and their anti-gluons, etc. This has all been proven. And so, there has to be an anti-universe composed of all this anti-matter, and there could be many more than one.

And, sadly, or happily, depending on which universe you're talking about, your 'real and true life' is not expressed until you are able to recognize your opposite self as it exists in the 'anti-universe', the place where you exist and everyone else exists, but in the opposite person of yourself and even all your own experiences here.

Because, the facts of my story will show that there is a certain amount of leakage between the two universes and this leakage is what determines your fate. The leakage is performed via the element of 'anti-matter', something we have have only recently discovered, but more importantly is now manufactured in small quantities, thankfully, by the most complex of our scientific instruments like the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) in Switzerland and in America in places like the Stanford Linear Accelerator (SLC), where I once worked.

Of course, this stuff has to be manufactured in extremely small quantities, measured in 'anti-protons' because it takes immense amounts of energy to produce even a few lowly particles of the stuff and because any really big pile of anti-matter could literally make huge chunks of our planet, or even the whole planet simply disappear. Sounds crazy, but it's absolutely true.

In fact, this almost happened to me one day, when I actually made some of this wondrous stuff in the basement of my house. I almost prematurely removed myself to the opposite universe and I probably would have taken several million people with me.

Luckily, my dog started barking just in time before I could see the impact of what was going on in my house. Large portions of it were simply gone, vanished. Large chunks of dirt came out of where house cement foundation once existed. It is spooky, to say the least, when this kind of thing first happens and you realize that you have uncovered one of the greatest mysteries of Science.

So, what follows is what I now believe is the true and accurate depiction of events that took place after I actually contained a goodly portion of anti-matter inside a small but powerful magnetic bottle, the size of a hand-held flashlight. I created my anti-matter ‘Ray-Gun’ from a couple grams of Potassium 40, a radioactive isotope of Potassium and applied this material to a very powerful magnetic field so strong that it blew out all of my circuit-breakers in my house. This was a major problem until I was able to upgrade all of my electrical sub-panels, also inserting a new kind of surge suppressor of my own invention into the circuits.

In reality, I had not achieved anything really new in scientific thought. 'PET' scans (Positron Emission Tomography) of the human brain being the obvious example. This kind of anti-matter scan of the brain has been around for decades and it works extremely well in visually dissecting the most remote regions of the brain to show doctors where any cancer cells might be hiding.

What I did was merely to concentrate the anti-matter, in this case, positrons, and deliver this energy to a target several feet away delivered via a plasma wave that could carry them a distance without being annihilated itself by the anti-matter that it is transporting. This is similar to when we watch television. This kind of reality is made possible by images that are literally surfing a radio wave until they reach your TV antenna and then flow into your receiver, where they are reconstituted into the moving pictures we all enjoy every day.

The plasma delivery waves I use in my ray gun are copies of the plasma produced by the Large Hadron Collider in their recent experiments to uncover the true relationship of the God Particle with the electrons, protons, quarks, gluons, etc. of this world.

If I shot you with the plasma only from my ray gun, you would feel nothing at all as the energy would move completely through you without impacting a single atom of your body, in all probability. When I add the anti-matter, your physical presence, that is, the cells, atoms, molecules that compose your muscle tissues, your brain, your bones, is completely annihilated. That means it is wiped away. It’s gone, vanished, no longer existing in this universe.

But, it’s important to note that when a person is annihilated by my anti-matter ray, or by any encounter with anti-matter, this does not mean that the targeted person is killed or harmed in any way. The annihilated material of body, mind and spirit cannot be destroyed, as no energy or matter is ever destroyed according to the greatest of all the laws of Physics. It can only be conserved in the biggest recycling of stuff known anywhere.

What happens when one encounters anti-matter is truly the greatest wonder in scientific history. Because of the first and foremost law in Physics, the Conservation of Energy, the anti-matter rays of this universe do not do any damage to any living thing, the interaction between your matter and anti-matter can only result in your being removed from one universe and into another and without losing a single atom of your entire physical presence. It is really an exchange of energy from one time-line in this universe to a different time line of another.

In other words, no lasting harm comes from this type of encounter. One’s life is merely transported to a different reality, a