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knocked firmly on the laboratory tabletop. “All things, being made of atoms, are always vibrating at certain stable frequencies. Though they seem solid, they are actually made of billions of very tiny pieces that are shaking and moving, vibrating, at all times.”
    “‘So what?’ you may ask. Well, this is important for many reasons. One effect of this phenomenon is that being energetic, all things can be used as a source of energy. Though that desktop looks solid, when exposed to conditions that would cause it to burn, it releases its energy as heat and light. So, too, all the inherent energy in other things can be released or manipulated. And that’s not even addressing such things as nuclear power.”
    Looking at the audience, making eye contact with one person and then another, finally resting his gaze on the camera itself, Dr. Wicket continued, “Some of the ancients could manipulate the vibration of items, actually causing parts of them to phase out of existence, making the object lighter and easier to move. Once it was where they wanted it to be, the ancient vibrational energy masters would simply manipulate its vibration, restoring the object to its original form and weight.
    “For all we know, there could be whole dimensions occupying the same space as our current one, but vibrating at a different rate. If that was the case, causing something—or someone?—to vibrate at the correct frequency could move it from our dimension to another one. In effect, the object, or part of it, would travel to the other dimension, the other world.”
    Sam’s mind was reeling. Maybe that was what he had done. Maybe he had actually gone to another dimension, one that was similar to his own, but different, too. If that was true, the implications were staggering. A whole different world? How amazing would that be? If Dr. Wicket was correct, there were an awful lot of scientists who would need to apologize to him.
    Reading carefully, caught up on what he was learning, Sam hardly moved for 30 hours. He only got up every few hours to snack, use the bathroom, and stretch his legs. When he was done, he had read the textbook from cover to cover and felt like things were finally making sense. He couldn’t wait to experiment a bit more. After a well-deserved rest, he reminded himself. He went straight to bed and slept for a solid twelve hours.
    Over the weeks following his reading, Sam took every opportunity he could to experiment with his original procedure. He modified little things, just one thing each time. He kept a log of what he did, and carried out his actions as a formal scientific experiment. By the end of the month, he still had not been able to duplicate his original journey. He began to despair, thinking that maybe he would never do so.
     

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    It was finally Friday. The early spring weather was cool and Sam was so tired from his experimentation over the last several weeks, he felt ready to drop. It was almost midnight and he was finished with work for the week. Instead of engaging in his habit of meditating before he went to bed to relax himself for sleep, he took a shower and fell into bed.
    Sam woke suddenly from a deep sleep. He had been dreaming he was driving a race car and he had hit the wall, creating a crash as loud as an explosion. The jolt felt like he had actually hit that wall, not just dreamed it. His head swiveled back and forth, looking for the source of the sound, blinking his eyes rapidly trying to focus. When lightning flashed outside his window, he realized that it was a thunderstorm and sank into his bed, relieved. Until the next peal of thunder shook his body and made him jump because of its suddenness.
    He had been so tired, he didn’t even remember lying down. Rubbing his eyes and trying still to focus them, he looked at his clock. 4:30 AM. He lay there motionless for a moment, until he jumped again as the sky lit up outside his window and the house shook from the thunder that followed