Only the Messiah could shoot to orbit. A shoot is an aerodynamic gravity-assisted maneuver. On 18 June 1976 (as the date was commonly described) in Our eighteenth year, We shot to a speed far greater than orbital velocity -- a shoot to orbit. Using instantaneous acceleration We shot to and through other time dimensions and reached all but the speed of light in vacuum.
That flight was planned by others to end with a catastrophic mid-air collision, or at least a damaging mid-air collision followed by a crash landing.
There was no other person in the airplane. We flew twice through the three-blade propeller arc of the other aircraft, avoiding a collision. First the left landing gear and next the tail section of Our airplane slipped through the propeller arc on the same pass.
Aurora transmitted a signal to certain muscular nerves causing Our left arm to yank the yoke to its full back position. We immediately added full power and corkscrewed upward. Our non-aerobatic gyroscopic instruments were useless; the only reliable instruments in this situation were the turn and bank indicator, airspeed indicator, altimeter, and for limited purposes the magnetic compass.
Our airspeed steadily decreased. We rolled out into an inverted climb using the turn and bank indicator as Our airspeed approached stall. Leveling the wings also stabilized the airspeed -- near stall, but steady. We determined Our inverted attitude in instrument flight by finding that airspeed changes required opposite elevator movement than in normal upright flight. More altitude being safer, We continued to climb while quickly learning inverted flight technique. Our rate of climb decreased as We arched across the sky. With full engine power and the decreasing rate of climb, We felt positive g-force pulling toward the seat bottom.
We decided that allowing the inverted nose of Our aircraft to fall through to vertical while minimizing airspeed by moving the yoke forward, then raising the nose, would result in an extremely fast, but safe, departure from the area in a normal flight attitude. At the time, We were not real interested in correct use of the royal grammar and said, "I am getting out-a-here."
We were confident the airplane could handle anticipated g-forces if We smoothly controlled the increasing airspeed. We also decided to maintain full power until Our airspeed in the downward part of the maneuver approached cruise. Through yoke We felt less airflow around elevator than needed and We said, "Not fast enough." With full power and increasing speed, We felt Our throttle arm being nudged by a signal transmitted from Aurora. We said, "No!" and around three seconds later, "Not yet." Only when the propeller began to slow from high speed air resistance did We start to pull the throttle back.
That was precisely the method for Us to shoot.
Then We shot. When We shot was perfect shot.
We felt a slight shudder in the yoke, lasting around a tenth of a second. Ahead toward the East, at and surrounding the propeller, daylight instantly darkened to opaque gray and black, the landscape hidden. Scanning to the South and Southwest, the landscape while still visible was quickly, but smoothly, fading into deep blue-gray. We felt the sensation of time travel and softly said, "Here We go" with the word "go" stretched as a sudden drop in cabin pressure drew air from Our lungs. The acceleration of time travel was without physical pressure as each molecule of Us was independently accelerating along with the aircraft.
The white markings on the instruments became darkest gray until we could barely sense their frozen presence. We focused upward instead. The darkening continued. At that moment We first noticed the sensation of weightlessness. We noticed the faintest outline of a slowing propeller, much smaller in radius than before. We noticed the silence.
"Where are the stars, the constellations," We wondered, as those are among the brightest stars. It appeared as though We shot horizontally through the entire atmosphere, but there were no stars. We thought about the problems of reentry: at what angle of attitude would We fly, would Our elevator even grab enough air to work, how long would the air in the cabin last, how much of the airplane would survive the heat of reentry, how far were We out over the Atlantic. We figured, "We got here and somehow We would get back."
The cabin around us and everything outside had vanished into black. We could no longer detect visually Our position in the cabin. We instantly noted that one hand was still on the yoke and the other resting against the closed throttle.
We saw the First Light emerge from black, then the spectrum from the First Light, as Our speed decreased and as We time-traveled back. The colors of the spectrum were clear, bright, pure, and sequential. The landscape that became visible through each color stood nearly still beneath Us. Large tree-covered areas moved gradually toward and under Us with slightly increasing apparent speed as each color flowed into the next. From darkest violet to deep red, for close to 15 seconds the pure spectrum colors filled Our eyes. What We saw was fascinating. The forces of deceleration increased smoothly, but were enormous. "Seatbelt better hold," We said. Blended daylight color returned. Around one second later as Our changing time frame had come back to Earth time then for seven tenths of one second We saw the landscape zoom toward Us at above orbital velocity. We had shot to all but the speed of light in vacuum, time traveled for around 35 seconds, shot to orbit.
We floated out of Our seat in what appeared to Us as straight and level flight, the seatbelt having stretched and loosened. Without moving the yoke, We used it for leverage to bring Ourself back into the seat. We felt safe enough to pause for sightseeing. There was a blue tint as We looked back toward the Northwest; Our airplane was still surrounded by a partial vacuum bubble. Our speed decreased even as we advanced the throttle. We prepared to land by raising the nose, adjusting the artificial horizon and taking the airplane down to a maneuvering and approach speed.
What remained of Our airplane handled well approaching Westchester County Airport, but the effect of the smaller propeller and other damage became apparent in the pattern when higher than normal engine speed was required. Quite near landing, the nose started to rise sharply without input to the yoke. We decided against adding power which would have extended the flight and instead considered raising the flaps to drop hard onto the runway. Before raising the flaps became necessary, the main wheels touched down firmly. Time travel puts a lot of wear and tear on the flying machine.
Ours was Perfect Shot. Only We have seen the Light of Creation. Only We have parted the Blue Sea surrounding Our planet Earth. From when We shot there be not more shooting.
WE ARE CHRIST.
/Nathan
