Tresoriun Time Travel

By Pamela Loveridge

Psychics and a secret cult, assassins, a wily police detective and quantum physics are all woven together in this intriguing tale about time travel.

Beattie Atkinson has a psychic reading, and it is revealed that a star on her palm signifies that she is a Tresoriun time traveller. The psychic belongs to an ancient cult which guards the secret of Tresoriun time travel and watches over potential Tresoriun time travellers.

The psychic tells Beattie to head to Eumundi in Queensland and seek out the cult Leader to find out more about Tresoriun time travel. However, she warns Beattie that she must keep the matter a secret, as “There are bad people out there.”

Later when Beattie disappears from Noosa beach, at exactly the same place of a childhood family tragedy, Inspector Murray has to determine what has happened to her. Has she drowned? Has she been kidnapped or murdered by the unknown assassin who has been pursuing her for some time?

The matter is further complicated when Beattie’s fiancé gives Inspector Murray a journal, recently written by Beattie, which discusses Tresoriun time travel. This indicates that he at least needs to consider the strange possibility that she may have travelled to a different time.

The author explains that the wonder of Tresoriun time travel is that it’s a natural phenomenon which does not require laboratories, complex scientific equipment or time machines to occur. When it happens, it’s a spontaneous event, and the time traveller only travels within their own lifespan.

It is Beatrix’s hope that should a time-travel event occur, then she will travel back in time to the time of the Noosa family tragedy. But even if she does, can history change and rearrange itself?

The author explores some facts of quantum physics, especially considering the mystery of dark matter and dark energy and whether they can play a role in the appearance of the Tresoriun star that always accompanies Tresoriun time travel.

The story invites the reader to contemplate the cosmos and to look at the unknowns of science with curiosity and interest. She stresses the benefits of using one’s imagination when trying to solve some of science’s fundamental mysteries.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Mar 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781922261519

Pamela Loveridge

Pamela Loveridge is a retired pharmacist who lives in Sydney. She is a Fellow of the Pharmaceutical Society of Australia.Her writing history started with the publication of six fairy stories about eight years ago. Some of these were written in 1983-4, when her children were young, but lay hidden away in an exercise book for many years.Pamela self-published her first novel in 2015 “The Neanderthals-A Story of Courage.” In this book she looks at what happened when modern humans first moved into Europe 41,000 years ago, and came across some Neanderthals, peacefully living in France.A year later she has released her second novel "The Spear Thrower" which goes back even further in time, and the story is set in Africa some 80,000 years ago. Her interest in this story is trying to work out what happened to make humans more modern. Apart from evolutionary and cultural changes, she comes to the conclusion that the invention of the throwing spear was a key factor. This invention made man the top predator in Africa, and probably helped man conquer earlier arcahic people in Africa, as well as later, the Neanderthals living outside of Africa.Her third novel, "Robots Rising" was published in 2017 and is set some sixty years in the future. This novel looks at the developments taking place with Artificial Intelligence (AI), and emphasises the potential risks of AI reaching the level of superintelligence. She believes there are important issues for society to plan and think about, especially when AI is applied to robots, which by that later time will probably be stationed throughout the community."Tresoriun Time Travel" is her fourth novel, and this is set about twenty-five years in the future. In this novel she explores a unique form of time travel, Tresoriun time travel, where only certain, rare individuals are able to travel through time, and only in their own lifespan. She hypothesises what might happen when a person reaches their new destination in time- can history rearrange itself?In her fifth novel "Chromosome Six" published in 2021, the author wants to alert readers to be aware of the dangers resulting from genetic experimentation which alters the genome of humans and micro-organisms. Such research can have unpredictable and drastic outcomes, which in certain situations may have lasting consequences for the human race. Society must be vigilant and demand complete transparency as well as strong ethical guidelines regarding all genetic research. Looking at the COVID-19 catastrophe, she observes this seems to be lacking at the moment.Pamela loves writing poetry and wrote her first poem at the age of 8, which was published in the school magazine. She has also enjoyed writing songs, since her teenage years, composing lyrics simultaneously with the melody. Perhaps one day she may seek to publish her favourites. Whenever Pamela writes something, she just sits down and starts writing, and the story, poem or song just seems to flow from her subconscious mind. She says the ideas just pop into her head, usually quite spontaneously.The great loves of her life are her two daughters and four granddaughters who all live in Sydney.

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Chapter One

Grief

North of Noosa Beach

Friday 27 April 2018 4.45 pm

I’m having so much fun with Mummy in the water!

It’s getting late now, Beattie, so just a few more rides, darling, she says.

Mummy has been pulling me along the water’s edge as I lie on my pink boogie board. I squeal with delight as she runs really fast and I skim across the ankle-deep water. Angela is on her pink boogie board, but she’s further out near the bigger waves, with Daddy. He’s been patiently showing her how to ride a wave into shore.

I hear Daddy call out. Mummy doesn’t hear him at first because I’m making too much noise with my squealing. Then there’s a really loud shout that stops Mummy in an instant.

Mummy and I look up and we can see Angela is moving sideways away from Daddy on her boogie board. He steps out to try and grab her, but the water suddenly gets deeper and he can’t stand up anymore.

Daddy’s not able to reach Angela. He starts swimming as hard as he can towards her, but she keeps moving further away from him. I can see a frightened look on her face, as she realises that Daddy doesn’t seem to be able to reach her.

But then she seems to calm down, and ever so silently, she lets go of her board and falls off. I think she did it on purpose. Daddy screams out again for Mummy to come and help him.

Mummy almost throws me onto the dry sand, saying: I want you to stay here. I have to go and help Angela and Daddy. You mustn’t move from here. Don’t go into the water.

Angela starts to cry out and frantically thrashes the water with her arms. The water is too deep for her to stand up, and her head keeps going under the waves. She’s crying and gulping water and suddenly she disappears.

But then she bobs up again, and looks around for Daddy. After that I don’t see her anymore as she quietly slips below the surface. Daddy, still swimming towards her, starts diving under the water. He too starts moving sideways just like Angela did, but he keeps diving down looking for her, before coming up to gulp air.

Mummy has almost reached the spot where Angela fell off the boogie board. She’s shouting out Angela’s name and then starts diving down just like Daddy. But something is terribly wrong, as both Daddy and Mummy seem to be moving further away from the shore.

The pink boogie board is carried swiftly away, and then I realise I don’t see Daddy anymore. He too seems to have disappeared, just like Angela. Mummy screams out really loudly and sounds like a terrified animal. She keeps diving under the water, frantically searching for Angela and Daddy.

Then suddenly she’s swept further away, before turning her head to look back at me on the shore. I think she shouts out: I love you, Beattie. Don’t come into the water. Be Mummy’s good girl and stay on the sand.

Not long after, Mummy disappears too, and all I can see in the fading light is Angela’s pink boogie board bobbing up and down in the water, as it seems to get smaller and smaller.

I am crying and crying, but I stay on the sand, just as Mummy has told me, as I have always been Mummy’s ‘bestest’ little girl. I stand on the shore and stare out at the water, until it starts to get dark. I’m feeling very cold and frightened. Where is Mummy? Where are Daddy and Angela?

They’ve all disappeared and left me alone! I wrap a beach towel around me, and continue my lonely vigil at the water’s edge, still sobbing. Finally, feeling exhausted, I go back to the other beach towels and lie down in the dark, where I finally cry myself to sleep.

Sydney

Saturday 28 April 2018 10.45 am

Deanne has just finished wrapping some birthday presents for one of her grandchildren, ready for her party later this afternoon, when the doorbell rings. She peeps out the side window to see two police officers standing there. This is very unusual. Could something bad have happened? she wonders.

When she opens the door, both officers flash their badges and one of them introduces himself and the other officer, but she doesn’t quite catch their names, as she’s feeling a little flustered.

Are you Deanne Wright, mother of Sophia Atkinson? the officer asks.

Yes I am, she replies. Do come inside. Has something happened to Sophia?

I’m afraid we’ve some very bad news for you. Please sit down.

Both officers have adopted serious expressions, and Deanne braces herself for the very bad news.

There appears to have been a family tragedy at Noosa.

Deanne’s hand flies across her mouth. Has there been a car accident?

No, there appears to have been a multiple drowning.

Her body goes into shock, and she can feel herself start to shake all over, while her mind seems to be encased in a fog. A drowning! But what does a multiple drowning mean? It doesn’t make sense.

These are the facts as we know them, one of the officers says.

"This morning at sunrise, at approximately 6.15 am, two board riders walking along the beach, near the ocean side of the river outlet at Noosa, came across a very young child sleeping on the sand. The child was alone, but there were beach towels and clothing items, obviously belonging to a family. One of the board riders ran back to his car and phoned triple O, while the other stayed with the child, who appeared to be in a very distressed state when the police arrived. We found some identifying items belonging to Sophia and David Atkinson.

"We also located a hire car parked nearby in the national park parking area. We followed up details with the hire car company and located the address where the family was holidaying. An officer called to the address but there was no one there.

When asked her name, the young child told officers her name is Beatrix, but that everyone calls her Beattie. When asked: ‘Where are your mummy and daddy?’ she said: ‘They disappeared in the waves. They were looking for Angela, after she fell off her boogie board.’

Deanne’s face crunches up in horror and tears pour out in a flood. This is so terrible – it just can’t be. A whole family can’t simply drown on a beach in Noosa! For a while she feels too choked to speak, and one of the officers steps forward and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

We’re very sorry to bring you such bad news. Of course, a search party was launched almost immediately. By coincidence, just as we were making our way to your home, we’ve been notified that an adult female body has already washed up on a beach a few kilometres from where the child was found. We expect it to be the body of your daughter, but the identity of the body will need to be confirmed.

To Deanne, the whole situation seems utterly surreal, and Sophia’s smiling face flashes before her eyes. She mutters, My beautiful daughter, Sophia – how could she be a lifeless body marooned on a lonely beach? My darling little Angela also missing?

It’s too much for one mind to absorb and she feels disconnected from her thoughts.

How’s my little granddaughter, Beattie? Where is she now?

She’s being looked after at the station.

I must get up there straight away, Deanne says, jumping up from the chair.

The first thing Deanne does after the police leave is to phone her other daughter, Stephanie, who is incredulous, and then David’s family to give them the ‘very bad news’. David’s father is recovering from knee surgery and confined to the house. She’ll have to be the one to fly to Noosa, and as it’s most likely Sophia’s body that needs identification, then she should really be the one to do that. The next couple of hours pass in a blur as she packs a small suitcase, ready to fly to Noosa.

Noosa

Saturday 28 April 2018 4.30 pm

Deanne is picked up at the Maroochydore airport by two officers, and she insists on going straight to the morgue, in order to identify the body. She can’t bear to wait another moment without verifying the awful truth. There’s always a slender hope it won’t be her daughter.

Her eyes are red and swollen as she sits quietly in the back seat of the police car. She wishes her husband, Andrew, could be with her, to support her in this hour of need. But he, bless his soul, died three and a half years ago, just before Beattie was born. Sometimes such things seem to happen in life, first a death, and then almost simultaneously a new life, as though in Nature there is some predestined order to this sequence.

At the time of Andrew’s death, there was no doubt in her mind that the joy of the baby’s birth helped to blunt the grief of his death. But even now she feels great sadness that he just missed out on seeing his beautiful granddaughter.

She tenses when they arrive at the morgue, and draws in a long breath when they enter a room where she sees a covered body is laid out on a slab. An assistant ushers her to the side of the slab and slowly pulls back the covering to reveal the face.

Deanne gasps. It’s her daughter, yet it’s not her. But there’s really no doubt. Deanne’s face contorts in agony and she bursts into tears, but strangely she notices the sobs are silent, as though they are unable to properly articulate the horrendous pain she’s feeling.

She leans across the lifeless body, and tenderly caresses the face. It’s so cold, so dead!

The assistant and the two officers, all stand in respectful silence. Deanne pulls back the cover just enough to expose the top of the swimming costume.

I’m sure it’s my daughter, she stutters in between sobs. She’s wearing the new red and white swimsuit she bought especially for the holiday. You’ll find she has a small tattoo of a rose just above one of her buttocks.

Deanne is asked if she would like to have a few minutes alone with her daughter, and her face contorts again with the strange, silent sobs. She nods and the three walk out of the room. She reaches under the cover to find a hand to hold, but it’s cold and lifeless.

She remembers how her daughter had the most remarkable hands, a touch that was exquisitely soft and loving. She used to think her daughter should have been some type of healer, as her touch was so gentle and unique.

However did this happen to you, my darling, beautiful girl? Deanne says over and over.

Before the others return, she leans over and kisses the lifeless face. Let me make a solemn promise to you. I will take care of Beattie, till my very last breath. I will never let her forget how much you loved her and how you were the best Mummy in the whole world.

Later, after signing some papers, Deanne is taken back to police headquarters, where she’s united with a frightened and tearful Beattie.

They are hugging ferociously when Beattie asks her, Where is Mummy? Where are Daddy and Angela?

How should she explain to such a young child that she’s now an orphan? Should she try and disguise the truth? What should she say?

Better not to tell a lie, she thinks. They’ve all gone to heaven, darling.

Can we go there soon and visit them? Beattie asks, looking directly into her grandmother’s eyes.

One day we’ll visit them in heaven, darling, but not for a very long time. You’ll have to grow up first and become very old, before you’re allowed to visit them there. In the meantime, you should pick out the brightest star in the night sky, and think of it as Mummy, up there watching over you. Mummy would never want you to be sad, my little angel.

The police have packed a carry bag with some of Beattie’s belongings, and booked them both into one of the resorts in Hastings Street. Deanne had decided not to go back to the holiday apartment where all the family belongings are, as it might have proven too distressing for Beattie.

Later that evening when Beattie’s asleep Deanne makes arrangements for the next few days. She decides she’ll need to stay in Noosa in case David’s and Angela’s bodies are found, as they will also need identification, and she’ll be required to liaise with the police again.

She speaks to her elder daughter, Stephanie, and asks if she can take leave from work for a few days to look after Beattie. She thinks it would be better for Beattie to spend time with her cousins, Claudia and Hanna, back in Sydney rather than hang around with her in Noosa. She makes arrangements to fly back to Sydney in the morning with Beattie and then make a return flight to Noosa in the late afternoon.

Noosa Beach

Monday 30 April 2018 9.30 am

Deanne has arranged to meet Inspector Murray in the lobby of the Sebel Resort so he can escort her up to the beach, to the place where Beattie was found on Saturday morning. He drives her up to the national park and shows her where the hire car was parked, then they walk through to the beach area. They stop at an area that has a post in the sand with some police tape attached.

This is the place where we found the child and the belongings. You can see that this part of the beach is quite deserted. There’s hardly ever anyone here at this time of the year, says Inspector Murray.

Although sometimes the board riders come down here to surf, depending on the river tides, as the waves here can be a bit more challenging. The rock wall down further blocks off the view to the main beach, and isolates this beach from the main beach. Were your daughter and husband the types of people who liked solitude, and liked to get away from it all?

Not particularly, but they weren’t typical beach people who would spend all day at the beach. They did like nature and probably preferred a place where there wasn’t a crowd.

Of course up here near the mouth of the river, there’s more water turbulence and the currents can be quite dangerous, says Inspector Murray. There’s a sign about a hundred metres away warning about the strong currents. He points up towards the bush.

Deanne’s eyes follow his outstretched arm. She now sees the sign but thinks it would have been easy to miss seeing it, as it is small and impossible to read from here. It doesn’t stand out at all.

The sign is old and faded. I think you would have to stand in front of it to be able to read it. They’ll need to put up new warning signs along the beach. One paltry sign was clearly not good enough, she says.

Deanne’s gaze now moves back to scan the ocean. The water has an agitated look about it, and she can see the currents.

There’s quite a big rip over there, she says.

Mind you, the sandbar and rips can change day to day, so things may not have necessarily looked the same when they were here, says the inspector.

Deanne closely examines the scene. At this time of day the river tide is moving swiftly out of the river mouth, which is just behind a second rock wall. She can clearly see some water channels. One in particular appears to head sideways before swiftly rushing out to sea. Could that very channel be the fatal one? A sob is caught in her throat as she can now visualise the scene, and imagine exactly how it all happened. A bit like watching a movie scene in slow motion.

So this is probably the very spot where it happened, she thinks. She can see it’s not the best place to bring little children for a swim. The danger is all too obvious to her, and must be to Inspector Murray as well.

He says, We believe the father was probably standing on one of those sandbars that you can see over there with the elder daughter on her boogie board. He probably pushed her on a wave, but then it only went a short distance before getting caught in a rip, and moving away from him out to sea.

Yes, I can see that the waves are capping where you are pointing. They aren’t breaking parallel to the shore, as a normal wave would. There’s also a channel – I can see it. If you follow it, it seems to go sideways before doing a ninety-degree loop further on. Then it travels quickly straight out to sea, says Deanne.

I wonder why they didn’t see the channel and the rip? says Inspector Murray softly.

I don’t really know, says Deanne. "I think they could only see the beauty and privacy of the place.

"My daughter hardly went to the beach at all growing up, so I don’t think she had much awareness of rips and channels. We lived on the outskirts of Sydney and had a swimming pool at home and nearly all of our holidays were at resorts with a pool. She was quite a good swimmer though. Perhaps her husband was the same, and didn’t have a lot of experience in the surf growing up.

I practically grew up on the beach, so learnt how to read the waves. Still, I managed to have a few close shaves, trial and error sort of learning. But when I was young and went to the beach, I always swam between the flags.

Deanne turns to look Inspector Murray straight in the eye. I want to tell you that my daughter and her husband both absolutely adored their children, and would never dream of doing anything to hurt them or put them in obvious danger. They were the best and most loving parents any child could have.

It’s certainly a great tragedy, says the inspector.

Yes, indeed it is, Inspector Murray. I should have been with them that day. They invited me to come on holidays with them, so I came up for the week.

Her voice falters as she adds, But I decided to leave early, on that very afternoon, because I thought I should be at home for the birthday of my elder daughter’s child. If only I’d stayed with them. I think I would have seen the danger in the ocean and stopped them going in the water here. I don’t know how I’m going to live with that thought for the rest of my life.

You mustn’t see things that way and blame yourself. It’s just fate when something like this happens, says the inspector, looking across at Deanne with tears in his eyes now. I can’t remember a more terrible tragedy in all the time I’ve been working at Noosa.

The next week proved to be an equally horrendous time for Deanne with the events that kept unfolding. On Monday afternoon she had to go to Sophia’s holiday apartment to pack up all the family’s belongings. It was a cold and eerie job to have to do, and in the end she couldn’t see the sense in sending their things back to Sydney.

She gathered up Beattie’s toys and clothes, and carefully collected jewellery and personal items that should be saved to give to Beattie at a later date. The rest of the items were packed into suitcases and Deanne paid the holiday apartment owners an agreed amount to dispose of these, however they thought appropriate.

On Tuesday morning she was greeted with the news that a male body had now washed up a couple of kilometres further up the beach, so off she went to do the second dreadful identification. During the week both bodies were autopsied with the cause of death, just as expected, being ‘death by drowning’.

There was no news about Angela, but Deanne could see consensus building up that if her body didn’t turn up in the next few days, Angela may remain lost at sea. By the end of the week Deanne made arrangements for the two bodies to be flown back to Sydney, as well as liaising with the family back home about funeral arrangements.

Each day she spoke to Beattie