Part III & Epilogue of “A Tryst Upon The Times” by C. N. Kane

Editor’s Note: And now, the exciting conclusion to…”A Tryst Upon The Times”.

C. N. Kane

Ad Astra per Aspera

Christmas came and went that year. It was a wonderful time, for Anastasia and I. Our first Christmas in the Church, and all its splendor. I had finally gotten a dragon for a pet, back in August, on the 23rd, and we posed him under the tree, taking many pictures of our little “Mr. Moto.” He was a green water dragon, and I had named him Moto Chinto Kane, after the Peter Lorre character in the movies, a kata I practiced named after its creator, Master Chinto, and my namesake.

Sometime after the first of the new year, I decided to take out the book, and look into its contents. Oddly, many of the pages were blank. But the first 12 pages, showed pictures of this new procedure that I would attempt. The thirteenth page had dates ranging from the 12th century, through to the year 2050. The next date in my stream of time he circled, with the initials “J. A. G.”, and it was on July 1st, 2015. That night leading into the 2nd would be a full moon with a segue into the solstice.

For the next several months my life continued on, and as the day approached there were no blackouts.

On July first, near sundown, I got on my new mountain bike, which I had gotten for my birthday, and set out for North-side field and the great unknown.

The pictures in the book were very much like the method I had used previously, but a few changes did exist. One was the fact that in the third encounter it was a full moon night, thus bringing things that were once new, into the fullness of completion, I suppose. Also, the pictured practitioner was gazing up at the moon, and not at the candle, accompanied by three cones of incense burning around the items in a triangular fashion. The moon was in the center of the sky, and so I waited until it was close to this position, and lit the candle and the cones.

I emptied my mind of all thoughts except one…the writing that was on the bottom of the last page of entries. “Ad scissuram 13th parallel.” My eyes were cast into a long-filled gaze, and I began to enter a sub-hypnotic state.
The smoke of incense filled the night sky, and began to engulf me. I felt very light, and was floating, as it were in a flight of somnambulism, toward the moon. The clouds passed over me, and I could not see for several seconds. Then, what emerged before me, was a long cylindrical tunnel, leading to the visage a shining star.

The long tunnel

(to the moon)

Drifting freely through the tunnel, I saw scenes of my life on either side. At first, they were fairly recent events, but the deeper I went, the years of my life began to play for me in reverse.

The tunnel itself was like an electric web in the cosmos, with dark matter all around, and only the glow of the web and the star at the far end to light the way. As I came closer, I could no longer see the moments of my life, by the sheer brilliance of the light that I was moving effortlessly toward.

Finally, I closed my eyes, unable to see beyond the luminescence. Then just like that, I had come through the wall of light, and was on the other side.

The 13th Parallel

( Ad scissuram 13th parallel)

I was back at North-side field, only this time, it was a wraith of sorts. Everything about me took on this dreamy quality, and the energy was pulsating throughout. Everything connected seamlessly, and I began to walk about.

Looking up on the bleachers, I saw Jag, and he was reading a book. I came up to him and he spoke first.

“Ah, so you made it I see”.

“Where are we?”

“Come now Mr. Kane. You know this ball park like the back of your own hand.”

“No,” I said. “I mean really. This place is so…”


“Yeah, cosmic.” I agreed.

“Well, it is the 13th parallel. It is bound to look odd to you, compared to where you are from.”

“And where are you from?” I asked.

“Mr. Kane, really? You didn’t come here to talk to me. Look, you have a visitor.”

I looked down the field to see a small boy approach. It was me, when I was eleven.

“Now Mr. Kane. You only have one hour, and I must caution you. You cannot reveal anything about the future in detail.”

“So, what do I talk about?”

Jag reached into his nap-sack and pulled out two baseball mitts, and a ball.

“Why not play catch, and maybe give the kid some advice.”

I walked toward Bobby, with no idea as to what to say. I threw him the mitt. He caught it.

“Nice catch,” I said. “You want to toss the ball around a bit?”

“Who are you?” He said, putting the glove on and sinking his fist into it a couple of times. “And what is this place?”

“What’s your last memory?”

“Well…I was over by the water tower, and was trying something out, and then I went through some kind of spell or something, and now I am here.”

“Looks like you and I are in the same predicament. My name is Kane. You can call me Cyprian, if you like.”

And just like that we started to toss the ball back and forth. We talked about nothing important for a little while. He said I looked like a family member, kind of like his old man.

“We’re related”, I said in a vague fashion.

“Am I going to remember any of this?” he asked.

“Yes and no. You won’t when you get back, but eventually you will.”

“You know Jag, too?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I met him when I was a kid. I like old books.”

“Me too.” he said. “So can you tell me something?”

“Maybe,” I said as I threw the ball back again.

“If I am not going to remember this stuff, for a long time, what is the point of what were doing here?”

“Well, I don’t know. But maybe I can help you with a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Words of wisdom, perhaps. We are here together, and it had to happen for a reason. You wanted to know about time. You were upset at the ebb and flow of things. The good goes too fast, the bad goes too slow, right.”


“Well,” I said. “You shouldn’t worry about that any more. You see, many times, the most difficult moments of your life will shape you in ways that you need for the journey ahead. And at the time, it may feel like a pain, but afterwards you’ll be glad that you went through it. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I got it.”

“Now, I want to tell you something about the Lord. Okay?”

“I am listening.”

“There will be many people who try to fool you, and tell you lies, and trick you into believing what they want you to believe. And this will cause you some pain in life. But never forget, that it wasn’t the Lord who did these things. It was corrupt men, and they will answer for it in the final judgment.”


“But remember, to never give up in your search for Him, and to always trust He is with you. Also, if you screw up a lot, try not to get too down on yourself. Just keep going. Life is beautiful. God is good.”

“Mr. Kane, the time is nearly up we have got to go.” Jag shouted from the bleachers.

“Cyprian Kane. I like your name,” the kid said.

“Cyprian is my Christian name. Before that, it was Cyprus.”

“Cool.” Bobby said. “I thought about changing my name when I grow up. “

“You never know. But when you come into the Church, they give you a new one.”

“Mr. Kane!” Jag was pointing to his pocket watch. He walked down toward us. “Go over there, young man, and I will be right with you, okay?”

“Well, nice meeting you, Cyprian.” Bobby said.

“Nice meeting you, Bobby.”

Jag led me back to my side of the field where the tunnel had begun to form and was waiting for me. I could feel it’s pull.

“Kids got some tough things ahead of him,” I said.

“Yes, well, that’s life, Mr. Kane. Fortunately, it all works out pretty good. Now you go in there, and I will see that Bobby gets back to his time and place.”

“Hey kid!” I yelled.

“What?” he yelled back.

“When you get back, veer right so you don’t hit the tree!”


“Don’t worry, Mr. Kane, I will tell him about the tree.” Jag offered.

“Okay, I guess I’m ready. Any trees I should look out for in the future.”

“Not this time.” Jag said. The smoke began to envelop me, and before I knew it I was back at the old book store.

I heard the familiar chime of the cash register, and Jag was talking to me.

“That’ll be one-quarter.” Jag said.

I looked in my pocket and that was all that I had. I gave it to him.

“Quite a ride, Jag.”

“So, they say. Do you want to see a magic trick?” he asked.

“I don’t know if I can handle any more magic at the moment.”

“No, this is a little trick…watch.”

Jag reached into a slot in the cash register and pulled out the other two coins. I noticed as he did so, that the register had many little slots, all with only 3 coins in each of them. There were many different currencies, and types.

Placing them in his hand, palm up, he instructed me, “Now notice the dates.”

I looked and they were all 1982 quarters. Then he ran his other hand over them, (palm down), and after it passed, two had changed. They were now, (in this order), 1982, 2014, 2015.

“Nice trick.”

“Yes, I like that one too,” he said as he placed them in their designated slot and shut the register.

“Well, I guess I’ll see around, Jag.”

“Oh…one more thing, Mr. Kane.”

“What’s that?” I said.

“I need you to sign the ledger.”

“The ledger?”

Jag pulled out a big old volume from beneath the counter.

“Yes the ledger, everyone must sign it before they leave.”

He opened it and turned several of the pages. As he did so, I saw the dates of several entries, ranging from the 12th century leading up to the 21st. The last entry was Jeremy. “I just need you to initial here, and here and then sign here.” All three dates of my trip were there. I did as asked.

“You know Jag, I asked you once before if I would ever see you again.”

“ Tempus Omnia Revelat, Mr. Kane. Time reveals all.”

I shrugged, and gave a slight smile. Then I left the store. This time, I didn’t look back. I knew that it wouldn’t be there anymore.


For the next several days I was in a quandary as to what to do with the experience. I couldn’t really tell anybody. I was known as eccentric, but this was more of a stretch on a tale.

I wondered if I had an effect on the young child’s mind. If somehow, my words had lodged into his subconscious. My thoughts turned to some of my past works, and how the titles, and the lines could be interpreted as such. In the end, I knew that the Lord had guided me safely through everything in my life.

But I still wanted to tell the tale. Then it dawned on me. I would write it as a work of fiction, and publish it in the CTG. After a little thought, I came up with the title… “A Tryst Upon the Times.”

The End