My experiment worked and I have my proof that Newton was wrong. I have been exploring ways to pass on my observations and I feel that, after going through this in my head, the following is the best way I can find.

Let us say that today, I walk across Dulwich Common. I pass a gentleman who I have never made the acquaintance of. Neither do we acknowledge each other as we pass.

When I retire that evening, I dream the event that took place on the common in the exact same way. From my observation point, the gentleman I passed now exists in two states.

The first, the past where I passed him.
The second, where I dreamt I passed him.

Now let us theorise a third party, an observer. In the context of the park this may be a nanny who is sitting on a bench whilst her care run around. She witnessed myself passing the gentleman and introduces a third state. It is the state, and the only state, where both I and the gentleman are observed to exist.

We can refer to both the first and third states as being part of the Real. I know it to be real for it is my observation, and because the nanny is the only witness to both me and the gentleman existing in the same space. If I know I exist, then for me to be real, so must too that third state be real. As the second state is a product of my observation in the first state, we can note that for the first and second states to exist, the third state must exist.

Now I will refer to the second state as the unknown state. As the nanny did not see my dream, she did not observe me passing the gentleman in my dream – there is no verifiable evidence, but both I and the nanny in the first and third states have observed the gentleman to exist in that space. We must then conclude, that the gentleman in the second state can both exist and not exist.

I trust you are still with me. These three states, the First Real, the Second Unknown, and the Third Real, comprise the very fabric of our Universe. But that is not to say there are not more states. Imagine that the nanny went home tonight and dreamt about the same event I did. From her point of view, she has the three states, but because I also dreamt it, I now have my 3 states, plus her 3 states. If you will now entertain that the gentleman also dreamt of the event, that becomes 3 plus 3 plus 3.

Each time there is a difference in the event (say I dreamt that the gentleman’s cravat was blue and not red) this causes what I refer to as a new plane of reality, and all the states from the previous plane are repeated. (3+3+3)+(3+3+3). Now think of all the people you may pass in a busy day in London and, as I’m sure you can imagine, the numbers get big very quick – everyone has that first state which is observed by many combinations of third states, which means an infinite number of second states, on an infinite number of planes.

There is an indescribable amount of energy holding this together. I would need a blackboard to run through my hypothesis here, but my final observation is there is no mass or force. Ha! I will have to be fair, however, and give Newton his ‘action’. My experiment has also, unexpectedly, proven that time is irrelevant, which I have yet to understand.

So you see, after I fired my machine up, the iron support I was forced to use (thanks to not getting the funding from the Academy) broke. As I went to stop the machine from falling over, the carrier tube shattered and I was covered in my Huygen fluid, which was the key to this whole experiment. Amusingly, you may say, I now have no mass, nor can I apply any force. My eye-line was fixed in that split-second before I was covered in the fluid. From this viewpoint, I have witnessed my experiment over and over again.

Sometimes the differences are slight; my hair is longer, the room a different colour. Other times it would cause Charles Darwin to spin in his grave. I am sure that by these laws, there eventually must come a state where the ‘me’ doing the experiment, will notice the ‘me’ watching, and act accordingly. Though I do worry about the problem of time.

I cannot see, but I feel as if the walls of my laboratory have long since gone. It was about observation 400 when I felt the wallpaper was getting mouldy. Around 800 to 900 I could have sworn I smelt fresh paint. Long after I stopped counting, I felt at one point there were children in the room with me. And then there was an entire period of cycles where I regularly imagined I could hear sirens, followed by large explosions, until that ended abruptly. Now there is the feeling that I am in an open space. Sometimes I feel as I can taste the dew in my mouth.

I feel quite content, for I am watching the mechanics of the universe. I never get tired or bored and each cycle teaches me something new. I am also happy to fulfil myself with the thought, that one day, I will get back to that Academy, face my critics and physically shove Newton’s Principia where it belongs.

They turned my presentation into a complete farce, all that remains of the quarter scale model I had spent the last six months working on is a shouldering heap of brass and glass. Even though I had crafted it to be fully operational, it was never meant to be switched on. I stressed that at this size, the brass used in the carrier tube would not be able to take the excessive temperatures. The model does not scale 1 to 1 and that on the final version it would need to be some four inches thick, but that patronising philistine who deliberately sat at the front to annoy me, pulled the lever despite my protests.

What infuriates me the most, and I have already broken the lead on my pencil twice trying to write this, is that they did not acknowledge what they saw in front of their own eyes for the brief moment the model worked.

The parabolic mirror did its job and focused the light through the prism. The colour separation happened as expected, and the concentrated heat began to set the boiler in motion. At the same time, the dynamo began to spin into action and the electromagnets began to charge.  They could clearly see through the inspection window that in the chamber the separate colour rays of light were behaving exactly as one would expect.  Except for the blue frequency which was clearly showing signs of bending.

But oh no, they said the inspection panel was too small on the model, or that I had been lazy in my construction and the glass was at fault.  Anything but what they clearly did see. If this had been my full size machine, there would be no doubt as to the results.

I should stop my ranting for a second and should note I was pleased to see, as predicted, the blue light was being drawn into the carrier tube.  The boiler,  having raised what I call my Huygen mixture to the correct temperature, began to fill the glass piston chambers on either side of the machine. The fluctuations in the electromagnetic field began to raise the fluid from the pistons and into the carrier tube itself. Sadly, the model could not take the sudden increase in temperature, but I have no doubt that on the full scale model we should then observe the following:

Once enough light has been pulled into the carrier tube, the pistons will fire.
In turn, this will cause the blue light to accelerate through the carrier tube.
At the other end, it will gain more force as it is passed through the mirror array.
Finally, it will pass through the oscillating gates and onto the screen.

Oh what a treat it will be, those precious laws of Newton they hang so dearly onto would be shattered in a second (or should I say in a non-second(?)) I can picture their faces now, they would have to build a hundred new academies to study my results! They would also have to admit that all this time, I had been right.

I have resigned myself to the fact that I am never going to get that grant I so desperately need from them. To hell with the academy!

I am not going to let myself be humiliated like that again, it was a pantomime from the start, something they set up for their own twisted amusement. I am tired, tired of walking through the corridors of the institute and being constantly ridiculed; tired of coming home at the end of each day feeling drained and alone in my work.

I spent the early part of this evening in my workshop walking among the casting moulds for the final machine. I admit that in my anger I was tempted to take a sledgehammer to the lot but…

I made some quick calculations, which I will need to double-check, but there may be a way I  can complete my machine. There is no escaping the fact that Admiralty brass is the only alloy that has the right properties for the carrier tube and that is a cost I am going to have to bear.

However, I can substitute most of the brass needed in the frame with iron, and I will melt down the fireplaces in this house if I have to. For the rest of the construction, I am going to have to improvise and adapt. I can save money by letting my housekeeper go and I am sure that the contents of my library should raise enough funds to see this venture through.

All I need is the machine to operate for at most one minute, just enough time for the pistons fire and the light show to begin. I know Newton is wrong when he says that time and space are absolute and after the brief glimpse today, I want to satisfy my own curiosity – I want to prove to myself that all these years of work I have put in are not in vain.

I want to see into those other worlds.