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Location Sketch: White Room

Overview:

The white room is located inside a research facility owned by the XXXXXX. The facility is ran by Dr. XXXXXX, and his assistant XXXXX. The room is 8X8 square, made from titanium and painted with white high gloss paint. The titanium plates cover each wall, the floor, and the ceiling, and are nearly seamless, so that the room appears to be a solid white box from end to end, top to bottom.

There is no apparent door. The door exists, but it cannot be seen or felt until it is opened. There is a place to lay down, which slides out from the wall. Three times a day, a small door, no larger than an iPad, opens, and a tray of food is inside. Box inside this door is equally seamless, and back lit by a small LED light. The door stays open until the tray is placed back, and then closes.

There is a table, which also rises on it’s own from the ground as one solid piece, no legs, just a large rectangular box that rises out of the ground. On the table is a small white cardboard box, wrapped in white paper. Inside is a white iPod, with one track, which gives a brief explanation (which may/may not be true), and instructions on what will happen next.

From the ceiling, there is white noise, pumped through speakers into the room. It is noticeable at first, as echoes off the smoth metalic reverberant walls, but it quickly fades into the background and cannot even be heard or detected. Inside that white noise, is a series of frequencies that are not audible to human ears, but have shown signs of being able to make the human spirit more malleable, or open, to the spiritual realm.

This room is meant as a way to wash the candidate of extraneous interference from the outside world, before entering the Dark Room.

· Titanium’s most common compound, titanium dioxide, is a popular photocatalyst and is used in the manufacture of white pigments.^[4]

Location Sketch: Sriklan Islands

Sri-Klan Islands (need a new name)

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, south of Hawaii, even with Australia and Mexico. Large grouping of small islands, hidden from even the most sophisticated maps.

Climate:

Beaches are comprised of Quartz Sand, white in color, and cool the touch, even on the hottest day. Tropical, near equator?

Buildings, once used by the Japanese during WWII prior to the attack on Pearl Harbor, now owned and used by the USA for Top Secret training exercises. Only the most elite train here, and even they don’t know where it is. The buildings are kept in full operational use, and often rebuilt after training causes collateral damage.

Landscape:

Peppered with Cherry Blossom Trees, Palms, Oak, and Spruce. A reminder of many former residents.

No large beasts, there are monkeys, birds, reptiles, sea turtles.

Each Island is within visibility of another, barely. One could swim from one to another, however, white sharks are known to travel out this far and visit nearby reefs. Attacks are rare, but can happen when blood is in the water.

Technology:

The island is fully wired with generators and satellites, wireless cameras and motion sensors are kept running 24 hours a day.

Location Sketch: Ashland, Oregon

Colonel Theron Ashlund, USAF was the old Ash.

Now he was Professor Ashlund, Ph.D. Dean of the school for Military Science at Southern Oregon University (SOU), Ashland Oregon. More on Ash: http://authorfun.blogspot.com/2014/05/flashbacks.html

Ashland, Oregon

Story Overview:

· Ash owns a two story cabin in the mountains. Back balcony overlooks the hills and lake, front window overlooks the town. He has a hammock on the back balcony.

· Ash has a favorite coffee shop he visits frequently.

· Ash is a professor at SOU.

· Ash keeps to himself, makes very few friends, and his home is quite empty, except for essentials. Nobody visits.

Wiki for Ashland OR

Ashland is a city in Jackson County, in the State of Oregon. It lies along Interstate 5 slightly north of the California border and near the south end of the Bear Creek Valley, an arm of the Rogue Valley. As of July 1, 2013, the city's population was estimated to be 20,713.^[5]

The city is the home of Southern Oregon University (SOU) and the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (OSF). These are important to Ashland's economy, which also depends on restaurants, galleries, and retail stores that cater to playgoers and other visitors. Lithia Park along Ashland Creek, historic buildings, and a paved intercity bike trail provide additional tourist attractions.

Ashland, originally called Ashland Mills, was named after Ashland County, Ohio, the original home of founder Abel Helman, and secondarily for Ashland, Kentucky, where other founders had family connections. Ashland has a mayor-council government assisted by citizen committees. Historically, its liberal politics have differed, often sharply, with much of the rest of southwest Oregon.

Ashland is at 1,949 feet (594 m) above sea level^[3] in the foothills of the Siskiyou and Cascade ranges, about 15 miles (24 km) north of the California border on Interstate 5 (I-5).^[19] About 10 miles (16 km) south of Ashland and 5 miles (8 km) north of the California border is Siskiyou Summit, which at 4,310 feet (1,310 m) is the highest point on I-5.^[20] Ashland is about 12 miles (19 km) south of Medford and about 300 miles (480 km) south of Portland.^[21] According to the United States Census Bureau, the city has a total area of about 6.6 square miles (17.1 km²), all land.^[2]

Climate:

Although the mountain peaks in this zone receive up to 120 inches (3,000 mm) of precipitation a year, the urban areas and the valleys in which they lie generally get 20 inches (510 mm) or less. This valley climate is particularly good for growing fruit, especially pears, and for producing other crops and farm goods such as hay, grain, poultry, and beef.^[23]

Cloud cover in nearby Medford varies from an average of 21 percent in July to 86 percent in December.^[24] On average, precipitation falls in Ashland on 114 days each year and totals about 20 inches (510 mm).^[25] The average annual snowfall is only 1.4 inches (3.6 cm).^[25] The average relative humidity, measured at 4 p.m. daily, is 47 percent in Medford, varying from 26 percent in July to 76 percent in December.^[26]

The coolest month is December, with an average high temperature of 47 °F (8 °C), and the warmest month is July, with an average high of about 88 °F (31 °C).^[25] The highest temperature ever recorded in Ashland was 108 °F (42 °C), observed in August 1981, and the record low of −4 °F (−20 °C) occurred in December 1972.^[27]

Demographics:

· In the census of 2010, there were 20,078 people, 9,409 households, and 4,542 families residing in the city.

Economy:

Income from tourism is important to Ashland's economy. A large number of restaurants, galleries, and retail stores cater to thousands of visitors who attend plays each year at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. In 2011, the festival sold more than 390,000 tickets to its theater productions.^[34]

The town's largest employer is Southern Oregon University (SOU), which has a faculty and staff of more than 750.^[34] In addition to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival and the university, health-service providers make significant contributions to the economy. Businesses related to outdoor recreation, transportation, technology, and light manufacturing are also important.^[34] In 2010, the Shakespeare Festival employed about 500 people, the hospital about 400, the public schools about 300, and the City of Ashland about 250.^[35] The Bathroom Readers' Press, which produces the Uncle John's Bathroom Reader books, is based in Ashland and San Diego.^[36] Brammo, specializing in battery-electric motorcycles, was based in Ashland but recently moved to Talent.^[37]

Points of Interest:

The National Fish and Wildlife Forensics Laboratory in Ashland is the world's only laboratory dedicated to solving crimes against wildlife. Using forensic science, experts at the laboratory help wildlife officers to investigate possible crimes against animals and to establish links between victims and suspects in cases that go to court.^[44] The laboratory has assisted the International Criminal Police Organization (INTERPOL) and foreign agencies concerned with the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species (CITIES).^[45]

· 2.5 hours from the beach, Crescent City, CA.

School:

· Southern Oregon University (SOU) | Outstanding

o RaiderUp! (Team Raiders)

News:

The Ashland Daily Tidings is published Monday through Saturday.

Medical:

The Ashland Community Hospital is a general medical and surgical hospital operated by the city. As of 2013, it has 36 inpatient beds

Photos:

End Sketch and Research

Island Wake Up Call

Ash came to himself blinded by a terrible light, which hurt his eyes. He rolled over onto his belly, and planted his face into his pillow... No, this wasn't a pillow, it was... sand? He accidentally breathed some in and began coughing uncontrollably. He would have to get his bearings, but first he'd have to get his senses. He rose to his hands and knees and calmed his mind, slowed his heart rate. Focus. That's what he needed right now. His eyes still hurt too much to open, but he didn't need them just yet.

Birds. Sand. Wind in trees. Water washing ashore in a quiet steady cadence. He was back on the island? The sand between his fingers was cold to the touch, but the sun on his back and face was quite warm. These had to be white sand islands. He was back to the training center? Had he ever left? What happened.... wait... What is that?

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Eta was thrashing around, blindly looking for something or someone to attack. It was only after she ran out of breath that she realized she was alone. Her eyesight was coming back, but it was still much to bright to fully open her eyes, even with the clothe that she'd tied around her face to block the sun.

All she could see was trees, water, sand. Now that she was too tired to fight.... nothing... she could hear the sounds of the island herself. There was one sound that was not familiar... A rustling in the trees, less than half a klick away.

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Sir

What is it seargent?!

Motion sensors dedect movement on one of the south islands.

We haven't trained down there in months. Are you sure it's not those stupid Monkey's again?

We checked sir, camera footage is rough from the distance, but we captured this image.

Well I'll be... Get a unit down there now, and go in armed, we don't know what to expect.

Yes sir

With that the door closed and left the General alone. Where have those two been?!

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Declaration!

I'm going to write a novel and publish it.

Hills

The rolling hills of the 170 hwy rose and fell to his left as he sauntered off to work.

Dark Room - Ashlund

10/18/14 | Writing Practice

Once seated the light was immediately absent. Completely absent. The only thing Ash could see was the flashes of white dots dancing around his eyes from having been in the light moments earlier. What utter and stark contrast to the room he was in. The sound... or lack of sound... in this room was astonishing. It was though sound itself was being sucked out. He could hear nothing but a ringing for the first few minutes. After a while, the ringing subsided and he could hear the beating of his own heart, and the sloshing of bodily fluids throughout his own body.

Eventually, after what felt like an hour, but it was probably only minutes, he found that even these sounds faded into the background of his attention. He could almost hear his own thoughts. As though that voice in his head, that was always present, telling him what to do, and where to go, and how to act, watch out for that... don't say that... oh man, why did you do that for? It was as though the inner voice became almost audible. As though he could hear himself think. Or rather as though his thoughts could speak to him audibly. It was an odd sensation, but occupying his mind was the only thing he could do. He'd never admit it to a captor, but solitary confinement was his favorite part of being a prisoner of war. He enjoyed self time, and silence. Accusation follows on the heals of this. Anytime he's alone, it starts. What you should have done differently.

His concentration snapped into focus suddenly with the feeling that he was not alone in this room. He'd known before he entered the room that camera, most likely equipped with monitoring capabilities were on him, and he was being observed... but that wasn't it. He felt the air in the room change, as though someone had entered the room with him. He could hear breathing in the room. He wasn't tied to the chair, he could get up, but where to? He couldn't see, he'd memorized the layout though. He knew the entrance he came from, and he didn't see any other known entry ways. Ash slowed his breathing, and observed with his four remaining senses for any clue as to the whereabouts and intention of the new participant.

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Dr... It's beginning... the biometrics just spiked. The presence is there...

Good, good... let's see how he does. The previous test subjects had no where near the discipline that Mr. Ashlund does. This should be an interesting observation.

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Street Noise

He sat alone in a leather bound chair, in the corner. Always in the keep your back to the wall, be near the most exits, but never too visible. Training never stopped. Even here, in Podunk, Nowhere, USA. He had specifically looked for a city that was large enough to blend into, small enough to be off radar, and not a frequent tourist area. He enjoyed the northwest, so Ash chose a city he'd never been to, in the right quadrant of the country.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ash thought he saw two men dressed in all black duck behind a car. " Now I know I need a his vacation. I'm seeing black ops teams in small town Oregon. "

Some commotion outside broke his self absorbed train of thought... People were turning and staring. He heard yelling. Ash stepped outside to see what wax happening. An man in torn clothes and graying beard, was standing on top of a pick up truck screaming at noon one in particular.

"You always did love Mother best... I know... That's why... That's why she died you know... You couldn't keep your mouth shut..."

On he went, incoherently. Ash took a step closer, the then the man turned to him and in a deeper, more gutteral voice: "YOU... Child of the King... What do you want with us? You ho have seen?"

As the Looney man stood staring a large creature suddenly came into view, as though he were made of smoke taking form. It was 8 feet tall , at least. But it had three heads on its neck, many more protruding from various parts of its body. It was staring at Ash directly. As it tilted it's head to the left, the gray haired loon tilted in unison. They both tilted their heads back and laughed menacingly, "He doesn't even know what he is.... Ha ha ha ha..."

With that the creature disappeared and the man leaped down off the truck, and ran at Ash. It took all his training to keep from being pinned down. The wiry man was stronger than he looked. Ash was so surprised that he let out a "Jesus!" But it also came from down inside of him too, as though he meant to say it,but didn't premeditate it.

The wiry man stepped back as though he had been punched. That was all Ash needed. In 30 seconds he had the man hog tied with his own belt. By now the police were just arriving. "Charlie's at it again... take him in..." Three fairly big men put a muzzle on the old man,and threw him, rather harshly, into the back of the squad car. Turning to Ash, the more seasoned cop replied "Those were some moves Marine. Would you like to press charges?"

" USAF, and no... No harm done."

"You be in town long? We could use a guy like you on the team."

"Just on vacation. Thanks."

With a small town friendly waive and smile, the squad cars took off North. Ash was left non the worse for wear... On the outside anyway..." He started to get up and walk away when he realized he'd dropped his coffee cup in all the commotion. It was spilled all over the floor.

"Why don't you let me get you another one, on the house." Ash looked up to see a man in a plaid shirt and jeans sitting nearby.

"My name is Jim Struthers, this is my coffee shop, it's on the house."

White Noise Notes | 09/16/14

White Noise Notes:

Science experiments need replication and controls. They would both be in the same process. White room first, then dark room.

Possibly they don't remember being in the room? They have flash backs to it later?

Or they do go through the room, with some results, but then experience results after they leave?

They are both found on the beach/island after X hours? (48 hours?) The subdermal beacons went dark for that long, then reappear next to each other on a different island than the one's they were dropped off on, both were on different islands, found on the same third island.

They return to normal life, in different states, but end up needing to talk to each other about the experiences they are having.

They end up on a wild adventure to find the one who did this to them. They are being followed by someone, but never quite see them. They are seeing things that "aren't there" so they attribute the people following them to this new phenomenon.

The end? Unkown... ties to a new story? Most likely...

Gypsies
Cowboys
LA Thugs/Mexican Gangs
A retired pastor, a pastor of a large church, a priest???? Maybe not a pastor, maybe a spiritual mentor that doesn't work at a church.... hmm....

Book: White Noise
Series: Phenomenon?

Phenomenon:

A phenomenon (Greek: φαινόμενoν, phainomenon, from the verb φαίνειν, phainein, "to show, shine, appear, to be manifest (or manifest itself)"),^[1] plural phenomena, is any observable occurrence.^[2] Phenomena are often, but not always, understood as 'appearances' or 'experiences'. These are themselves sometimes understood as involving qualia.
The term came into its modern philosophical usage through Immanuel Kant, who contrasted it with the noumenon. In contrast to a phenomenon, a noumenon is not directly accessible to observation. Kant was heavily influenced by Leibniz in this part of his philosophy, in which phenomenon and noumenon serve as interrelated technical terms.

The noumenon /ˈnɒuːmɨnɒn/ is a posited object or event that is known (if at all) without the use of the senses.[1] The term is generally used in contrast with, or in relation to "phenomenon", which refers to anything that appears to, or is an object of, the senses. In Platonic philosophy, the noumenal realm was equated with the world of ideas known to the philosophical mind, in contrast to the phenomenal realm, which was equated with the world of sensory reality, known to the uneducated mind.[2] Much of modern philosophy has generally been skeptical of the possibility of knowledge independent of the senses, and Immanuel Kant gave this point of view its classical version, saying that the noumenal world may exist, but it is completely unknowable to humans. In Kantian philosophy the unknowable noumenon is often linked to the unknowable "thing-in-itself" (Ding an sich, which could also be rendered as "thing-as-such" or "thing per se"), although how to characterize the nature of the relationship is a question yet open to some controversy.

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