Gary Brandt delivers his most ambitious and thrilling chapter yet in this episode from The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com when Christmas vacation becomes a top-secret military expedition to the heart of psychic phenomena in the South Pacific.
Starting with a surprise Learjet trip to San Diego, the girls join an eclectic team of adult sensitivesâincluding electrician John Jacobson, engineer Henry Schmidt, and nurse Rebekah GarcĂaâfor a classified reconnaissance mi ...
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The California sun blazed overhead as the sleek Learjet taxied across the tarmac at San Diego International Airport.
Inside the waiting van, Melanie adjusted her sunglasses and watched as the aircraft`s door opened.
The three girlsâElla, Roxana, and Patriciaâdescended the steps with Mr. Danvers and Commander Beaker close behind, their faces showing the peculiar mixture of excitement and fatigue that comes with unexpected adventure. "Welcome to San Diego," Commander Beaker said as they settled into the air-conditioned vehicle.
His weathered face bore the practiced smile of someone accustomed to managing unusual operations.
"I know this isn`t how any of you planned to spend Christmas vacation, but I promise youâthis will be unlike anything you`ve ever experienced." The hotel conference room buzzed with nervous energy as the full expedition team gathered for the first time.
Commander Beaker stood at the front, his military bearing evident even in civilian clothes.
"Thank you all for agreeing to spend your holidays with us.
I won`t lieâthe next six days will test you in ways you can`t imagine." He gestured toward a large map of the Pacific.
"We`ve been receiving reports of strange anomalies in French Polynesia.
Our mission is threefold: aerial reconnaissance with state-of-the-art surveillance equipment, psychic reconnaissance with our sensitives, andâ" his stern expression softened slightly, "some much-needed rest and recreation." As he began introductions, Ella found herself studying the assembled group.
The sensitives were an eclectic mix: John Jacobson, whose calloused hands spoke of years working with electrical systems; Henry Schmidt, whose analytical gaze suggested an engineer`s mind constantly calculating; Jennifer Eubanks, who carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone comfortable with large animals; Karen Sutherland, whose patient demeanor marked her as a natural teacher; and Rebekah GarcĂa, whose keen eyes seemed to take in everything with a nurse`s practiced assessment. The students were closer to Ella`s own age, though she sensed undercurrents of mystery around several of them.
Admiral Paul Rodriguez cut an imposing figure beside his daughter Patricia, their resemblance unmistakable despite Patricia`s unusual albino coloring. "So how exactly are we getting to the middle of the Pacific?" Robert Danvers asked, his practical nature showing through. Commander Beaker`s smile turned slightly predatory.
"Here`s our itinerary, though it may change depending on what we discover." He outlined their journey: an afternoon in San Diego, then an overnight flight to Fiji, crossing the international date line.
From there, helicopter transport to an aircraft carrier positioned strategically in international waters. "Monday is our work day," he continued.
"An E-2D Hawkeye will conduct primary reconnaissance while we follow in a C-2A cargo transport.
Fair warningâcarrier takeoffs are...
memorable." The mention of launching from a ship sparked nervous laughter from some team members.
Ella noticed Patricia and Eileen exchanging glances, and suddenly their thoughts leaked into the psychic spectrum. "I like him," Patricia`s mental voice was clearly audible to anyone with sensitivity. "Which one?" Eileen responded telepathically. "The one with the arms." "I like his arms too.
He`s an electricianâmust get exercise climbing poles and stuff." "Shut up! You girls are ridiculous," Ella projected, mortified. John Jacobson`s amused voice suddenly resonated in all their minds: "Be careful, girls.
We`re sensitives, remember? We can hear your telepathy." Rebekah GarcĂa`s knowing smile confirmed she`d caught the entire exchange. "Oh shit! Sorry, John.
I apologize.
My girls are idiots sometimes," Ella thought back desperately.
"Girls, put up your filters and stop broadcasting stupid stuff!" The helicopter flight to the carrier was Ella`s first glimpse of how vast the Pacific truly was.
What initially appeared to be a toy ship on the horizon gradually resolved into a floating city, its deck bustling with controlled chaos.
The aircraft carrier USS Abraham Lincoln represented American naval power at its most impressive. "Isn`t this a strange location for a carrier?" Mr. Danvers shouted over the helicopter`s rotor noise. Commander Beaker`s expression grew serious.
"It is, and we have to be careful.
There are tensions between the French colonial government, the Polynesian Territorial Assembly, and New Zealand.
None of them would appreciate knowing why U.S.
warships are operating in these waters.
We`re staying well outside the target areaâmore than an hour`s flight time.
We`ll conduct our reconnaissance quickly and leave before anyone asks uncomfortable questions." That evening, Melanie led their briefing in the carrier`s conference room.
The space was utilitarian, all metal surfaces and fluorescent lighting, but it felt oddly secure.
"Tomorrow morning, we execute our mission.
Tonight, I want you to clear your minds completely.
Meditate, relax, do whatever helps you achieve mental clarity.
Most importantly, don`t form any preconceptions about what we`re looking for." She distributed sketch pads and pencils.
"When we reach the target area, don`t rely on your normal senses.
Feel with whatever gift brought you here, and record your impressions.
No talkingânot even telepathically.
Let your minds work in isolation." Her tone became more serious.
"The food here is excellent, but when we`re in the mess deck, don`t interact with the crew.
They don`t know why we`re here, and they don`t need to know.
Our escorts will keep the sailors at a respectful distance." The next morning`s breakfast in the Aft Mess was a study in controlled tension.
The expedition team sat together, aware of curious glances from the ship`s crew but maintaining their cover as a civilian research group. The C-2A Greyhound cargo plane squatted on the flight deck like a mechanical pelican, its twin turboprops spinning lazily.
As they strapped in, Ella noticed Roxana`s knuckles were white where she gripped her seat. "First carrier takeoff?" John Jacobson asked kindly. Roxana nodded, unable to speak. "It`s like the world`s most intense roller coaster," he assured her.
"Over before you know it." He was right.
The catapult launch pressed them deep into their seats, then suddenly they were airborne, the carrier shrinking rapidly below.
Roxana`s brief shriek of terror dissolved into nervous laughter. The flight stretched endlessly over empty ocean, broken only by occasional coral atolls.
Ella and Helana dozed, while others pressed their faces to the small windows.
After an hour, Melanie`s voice cut through the engine noise: "Prepare for reconnaissance.
Rememberâfeel, don`t think." As the aircraft began its slow circles, the team focused intently on their sketch pads.
One by one, they began writing and drawing.
Patricia and Rebekah swayed rhythmically, as if hearing music no one else could detect. Then chaos erupted. "What the hell?" the pilot`s voice crackled through the intercom.
"Bogey! Port side, two hundred yards! What theâ It`s gone! Did anyone else see that?" "I did," Rebekah said breathlessly.
"Greenish sphere with a metallic surface." Patricia`s face lit up with pure joy.
"That`s not a metallic surfaceâthat`s her skin.
She`s alive! She`s a friend of mine.
She just popped into our phase slot to say hello." "Alive? Phase slot?" Henry Schmidt`s engineer mind was clearly reeling.
"What are you talking about?" Melanie`s sharp warning cut through the excitement: "Be careful what you say.
Some of this information is classified." Patricia waved dismissively.
"Yeah, whatever.
I`ll explain everything after we land, assuming Melanie gives me clearance.
Right now, I`m just happy to see her again." The return journeyâcarrier landing, helicopter transfer, arrival in Fijiâpassed in a blur of adrenaline and exhaustion.
Patricia rushed to embrace Admiral Rodriguez, who had remained in Fiji to avoid complications of having an extra flag officer aboard the carrier. The hotel conference room in Suva had been thoroughly swept and secured.
Military police flanked the doors while technicians completed their electronic countermeasures.
As the team assembled, the sensitives received additional security briefings. Melanie stood before a table covered with the sketch pads they`d completed during the flight.
"The AWACS reconnaissance detected nothing unusualâjust the expected uninhabited atoll.
Your psychic impressions, however, tell a very different story." She looked around the room.
"Margaret, you`ve been quiet this entire trip, and your sketch pad is blank.
Would you start us off?" Margaret Wilson shifted uncomfortably.
"I feel useless.
I did sense things, saw images, but I think they`re secondhandâpicking up what the other girls are seeing through our telepathic link.
I don`t think I contributed anything original." "Don`t apologize," Melanie said firmly.
"We need a control group, a baseline to validate our findings.
Your lack of direct impressions is just as valuable as positive results.
It confirms we`re not dealing with mass hallucination." She turned to Henry.
"What did you detect?" The engineer consulted his notes.
"No visual images, but I got a distinct smellâlike electronic components overheating and burning out.
Emotionally, I felt shock, profound sadness, and desperate urgency.
Something catastrophic happened there." Jennifer Eubanks nodded thoughtfully.
"I saw an island with a large central lagoon, but that might be because I`m familiar with the area`s history.
I know what happened there decades ago." John Jacobson leaned forward.
"I saw something remarkableâmultiple images superimposed.
One showed the current uninhabited atoll, but overlaying it were massive industrial structures, and aircraft or spacecraft moving between them." He looked directly at Patricia.
"You`re smiling.
You know what I saw, don`t you?" Patricia took a deep breath.
"If Melanie gives permission, I can explain everything." At Melanie`s nod, Patricia continued.
"You won`t believe this, but I was there when I was eight years old.
Those buildings are manufacturing facilitiesâmostly birthing chambers.
The UFO that flew past our plane? I named her Fluffy when she was born there.
I played with her when she was just a puppy, about the size of a beach ball, covered in white fur that falls off as they mature." The room fell silent. "The UFO I lived in, that raised me, was Fluffy`s mother.
She came here to give birth.
Fluffy`s grown now, working as a transport.
She was heading to Mount Adams when she detoured to say hello." Rebekah GarcĂa found her voice first.
"So you`re...
extraterrestrial? What species? Where are you from?" Patricia laughed.
"I`m from Washington, D.C., and I`m as human as anyone here.
But I was taken from my mother`s womb before birth and raised aboard a UFO with other children.
We were genetically modifiedâhybrids.
The modifications caused my albinism, which they considered a defect." Her voice hardened.
"They were going to terminate me, but my fatherâthe Admiralâsaved me.
Sort of a reverse abduction." Karen Sutherland`s teacher instincts kicked in.
"What do you mean by `terminate`?" "The ET assholes were going to kill her," Ella stated bluntly. "Let`s keep this civil," Commander Beaker interjected.
"The extraterrestrial moral framework differs from ours.
We shouldn`t judgeâ" "Their moral framework is wrong, and they are assholes," Roxana interrupted firmly. Melanie sighed.
"We understand your position.
Karen, what were your impressions?" "Confusing images.
A brilliant flash of light, then a ribbon of light extending into space with explosions along its length.
I felt the same fear and urgency Henry described." Jennifer straightened.
"I might be able to clarify that.
After World War II, this area was used for hydrogen bomb testing.
There are also theories that it`s a vortex point where energy from different dimensions converges, creating a pathway for faster-than-light travel.
If hydrogen bombs detonated at such a location..." "Exactly," Helana said quietly.
"I saw this in our historical downloads.
The extraterrestrials were working in a different temporal phase, where those buildings exist.
They didn`t notice the atomic testing until the first bomb exploded.
The blast energy extended into adjacent time phases and traveled down the vortex filamentsâlike cosmic wormholesâdestroying everything in its path.
Multiple worlds were affected." Henry Schmidt stared at her.
"How could you possibly know that? Who are you really?" Helana considered her words carefully.
"Right now, I`m just a teenage girl.
But a few years ago, I was a dimensional traveler from approximately five hundred million years in your future, here on a history field trip.
I got trapped when my body absorbed too much energy from this dimension and became too dense to return home.
Commander Beaker saved my life with technology that transformed me into the Earth girl you see now." Henry`s engineering mind was spinning.
"These different universes, time domains, vortex filamentsâcan you explain the mechanics?" "I`ll try, though I don`t fully understand it myself.
Physical existence requires both space and time.
Space is static, like individual frames of film.
Time is oscillatoryâit vibrates up and down like a sound wave, trillions of times per second.
There are moments when we exist fully, and moments when we don`t exist at all.
But like a movie where still frames create the illusion of motion, we only experience our existence phase." She warmed to the subject.
"Each oscillation is divided into approximately sixty-four time slices.
We exist on only one slice.
The other sixty-three contain different realities.
Large objects like planets and stars maintain synchronization across slices due to their temporal inertia.
But smaller thingsâbuildings, people, spacecraftâcan vary dramatically between slices." Henry`s eyes lit up.
"Time Division Multiplexing! That`s how cell phones workâmultiple conversations sharing one carrier wave, each with its own time slice.
Reality has an engineer behind it." He leaned forward eagerly.
"Do you know the mechanism for de-multiplexing the time division?" Helana shook her head.
"That`s beyond what I learned in school.
I doubt my teachers understood it either." Melanie gathered the sketch pads.
"This is an enormous amount of information to process.
Ella, anything to add?" "I think our team synchronized unconsciously, so we all saw similar things." Eileen perked up.
"We saw the furry puppies! Hundreds of them.
I want to slip time slices and pet them." "Absolutely not," Patricia said sharply.
"Without proper technology, you could get stuck in the wrong phase, or end up in a void with no atmosphere." "I was joking," Eileen protested.
"You`re so literal." "Patricia," Rebekah asked casually, "did you ever visit Skinwalker Ranch in your travels?" Patricia`s face went pale.
"Oh, no.
We were forbidden even to speak that name.
Very bad place.
Don`t go there.
Bad things follow you home." "Alright," Melanie concluded.
"Remember your security oathsânothing discussed here leaves this room.
Now let`s enjoy our vacation.
I`ll see you all back home." Henry raised his hand.
"One more question.
A hydrogen bomb is tiny compared to stellar explosions.
Why did it cause such widespread damage?" "Because it detonated in the mouth of a filament and was channeled to the other end," Patricia explained.
"There are filaments that pass through stars too, but we don`t use those routes.
Our ships would be incinerated." "Please, just one more," Henry pressed.
"Every spacecraft I`ve seen is metallic with engines that would kill unshielded life forms.
How can a living being travel through space without propulsion?" Patricia smiled.
"Animals contain metals too.
Sodium, calcium, iron.
Just because most proteins burn at low temperatures doesn`t mean evolution can`t create compounds that glow red-hot without combustion.
Never underestimate what evolution can achieve."
Hello Diary, It`s me, Ella What a journey, my diary.
We flew in military aircraft, lived aboard an aircraft carrier, experienced South Pacific beaches, and witnessed phenomena from other dimensions.
I`d write more, but I`m still processing everything.
It was incredible, and I`m exhausted.
I`ll add more when it all makes sense. Sometimes my girls are so embarrassing.
Eileen and Patricia especiallyâthey broadcast their thoughts with no mental filters, even around sensitive empaths.
They might as well walk around naked.
So mortifying. Good night, my diary.
Episode 35 â *âFrench Polynesia Christmas Vacationâ* â takes what couldâve been a carefree Christmas trip and turns it into one of the *wildest adventures yet* in *Ellaâs Story*. From surprise jet travel to classified oceanic reconnaissance, military flights off an aircraft carrier, psychic mapping, and even an interdimensional encounter â this chapter pushes the boundaries of what âvacationâ means for Ella, Patricia, and their friends.
--- ## đ **Story Arc Summary**The episode opens with a surprise: **Ella, Roxana, and Patricia** and key adult allies are whisked away from their holiday plans into a **top-secret expedition**. Initially landing in San Diego, the group meets an eclectic crew of *sensitives* â electricians, engineers, nurses, and more â before flying overnight to Fiji for further transport to the **USS Abraham Lincoln**, a U.S. Navy aircraft carrier stationed in the South Pacific.
Once aboard the carrier, the team prepares for psychic and aerial reconnaissance over an uncharted region of **French Polynesia** where strange anomalies are reported. Their mission blends military surveillance with psychic impressions â and delivers the unexpected: a **greenish sphere appears near their aircraft**, which Patricia instinctively recognizes as a being from another reality who *briefly interacts* with them in what she calls a **âphase slot.â**
Back in Fiji, security briefings compare **psychic impressions versus normal reconnaissance data**, revealing dramatic superimposed images of *industrial structures* and *spacecraft movements* that donât show up on military radar. Patricia explains that she personally experienced parts of this region when she was very young â growing up in a UFO âbirthing chamberâ before her albino condition caused alien scientists to consider terminating her, an event her father (Admiral Rodriguez) prevented.
The discussion deepens, with additional theories about hydrogen bomb tests creating dimensional vortex points and energy filaments that disrupt reality planes. Helana shares temporal observations about multiple âtime slicesâ of existence. The chapter ends with a reflective diary entry from Ella, capturing *exhaustion, wonder, and teenage embarrassment* at how much her life has transformed.
--- ## đŹ **Favorite Lines**âI know this isnât how any of you planned to spend Christmas vacation, but I promise you â this will be unlike anything youâve ever experienced.â
A perfect setup line that effortlessly flipped holiday vibes into *adventure mode* â equal parts intimidating and exciting.
âItâs like the worldâs most intense roller coaster â over before you know it.â
John Jacobsonâs description of the aircraft carrier launch was both hilarious and vividly accurate â you can almost feel the pressure of the catapult launch from the page.
âThatâs not a metallic surface â thatâs her skin.â
Patriciaâs astonished clarification about the greenish sphere was both surreal and thrilling â a standout moment that blurs the line between physics and wonder.
âThe extraterrestrials were working in a different temporal phaseâŚâ
Helanaâs calm explanation about how hydrogen bomb energy affected adjacent realities was one of the most fascinating slices of sci-fi insight in the story.
ââŚSometimes my girls are so embarrassing.â
Ellaâs diary entry at the end â candid, quirky, and relatable â brought the chapter back down to *real teenage territory* after high-stakes cosmic revelations.
--- ## đ˛ **Unsuspected Plot Twists**This chapter brilliantly balances *epic adventure* with *emotional depth*. On the surface, itâs thrilling: military flights, carrier takeoffs, unexplained aerial phenomena, and interdimensional echoes. But at its core, itâs also about **the girls growing into their identities** and navigating emotional reactions to the extraordinary.
Patriciaâs reactions â joy on seeing something she once knew, embarrassment over telepathic slip-ups, and the mix of grin and humility in her explanations â made her feel *utterly real* even amid cosmic spectacle. Ellaâs diary entry tied it all together: she is exhausted, exhilarated, and deeply aware that her life has shifted far beyond the normal teenage experience.
The chapter also mirrors how awe and fear can coexist â the team laughs about roller coaster comparisons but later confronts *real questions about ancient tests, temporal disasters, and the meaning of hybrid existence*. For a reader, itâs an emotional ride that swings from playful to philosophical in a heartbeat.
--- ## đŻ **Final Thoughts***âFrench Polynesia Christmas Vacationâ* is one of the most **ambitious and unforgettable** chapters in *Ellaâs Story*. Gary Brandt seamlessly blends military realism, psychic exploration, historical speculation, and emotional authenticity. Whether you love adventure, science fiction, or deep character moments, this episode delivers on every front.
Overall Rating: âââââ â A beautifully chaotic mix of cosmic mystery, teenage growth, and holiday disguise that left me breathless and eager for the next chapter.
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