Hypnosis, Mental Powers, Potions, and Drug-Induced Travel

“[. . .] This is an experiment in mental monism, you know, along the time-space continuum that forms material totality.”
I looked at Nicholas and, despite all my conversatons with him, I did not comprehend.

You twentieth-century folks don’t know how lucky you are.

That evening, as he and Lois Lane stepped into the waiting room, Garney came out of his office and looked in.

By intense radio-active action on the ductless glands, the drug I have just mixed should prove a powerful stimulant to our dormant sub-conscious impressions, and whirl us back through time when we swallow it—

To come to my point, Richard, I have for many years been very disgusted with the fact that all the human race—indeed every living organism—must waste a third of its life in sleep. Think what a race we’d be if we never slept!

In eternity, the Law of Chance functions perfectly. In eternity, sooner or later, every possible combinaton of things and events must happen. Must happen, if it’s a possible combination. I say, therefore, that in eterminty, whatever can happen will happen!

If I could just go back to my youth, start over! I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I made then!

Tad was certain that if he mixed ammonia with a chemical he had brewed called Dyproxylin, then heated this mixture in a flask to boiling, chilled it suddenly, you could, by breathing the fumes, project yourself forward in time.

It was Ned who fell under the hypnotic trance . . . and Ned who responded to the commands of Jiminez!

But what if those pills really work? I’d be out of prison . . . free, back twenty years!

When Ernst materialized again, he found himself in familiar surroundings! He realized it was his own town, but there was something different . . .

Keep your voice down, Harrison! You might wake Martin, and that would be dangerous! It would alter the past!

Professor Mark Hanson has tus far been unable to get a single person to use his remarkable discovery for recovering the past!

Sleep, chick, sleep deep! You will like go into another world. A world without squares. A world where everyone is like real sweep people!

Tel était le but des expériences : projeter dans le Temps des émissaires, appeler le passé et l’avenit au secours du présent.

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Such was the purpose of the experiments: to project emissaries into Time, to summon the Past and the Future to the aid of the Present.

Lucy found it very confusing. “I don’t think I really understand this Wheel of Time business even now,” she said.

“Oh, I don’t understand it,” said Jamie cheerfully, “but then I don’t understand television either. But when you’ve seen it working, you can’t help believing in it.”

There’s a project. A U.S. government project I guess you’d have to call it. Secret, naturally; as what isn’t in government these days? In my opinion, and that of a handful of others, it’s more important than all the nuclear, space-exploration, satellite, and rocket programs put together, though a hell of a lot smaller. I tell you right off that I can’t even hint what the project is about. And believe me, you’d never guess.

Now is the time. Look straight ahead and don’t be afraid.

Timothy spoke. “Are you there? In 1536?” He avoided using Andrew’s name. If there was to be an answer, any name would be unfamiliar at the moment. “Do you wish to tell me, my friend, what you see?”

Come back to me.

Greetings to the council. As you may have gathered, I have survived the pathetic trap set by Trooper Deth on Mecon 7. For twelve long years, you have hunted my disciples like dogs. Now, my day of vengeance is at hand. I’ve synthesized a time drug, and in a moment shall retreat down the dark corridors of history. Know that it is I who is solely responsible for your demise. One by one, your ancestors shall be murdered, and you, their progeny, shall cease to exist. Then shall I return, join my legion, and claim the seat of power for my own. Adieu . . . adieu . . . 

They’re back there in the past, trampling around, changing things, aren’t they? They don’t know it. They’re just living their happy lives, but changing small events. Mostly trivial, with no important effects. But every once in a while the effect of some small changed event moves on down to the—

Ten percent may not seem like much, but it’s a lot if you look at all we’ve done with it.

We can’t meet. Seeing each other physically . . . You have no idea what that would cause.

About four years from now, most of the human race will be wiped out by a plague, a virus. We know it’s because of a man named Leland Frost. I have to find him.

—from “Splinter” [s01e01]

Tiffany [waking up late]: Oh, no! It didn’t go off. I thought I’d turned it on.

Aram: You know, when I first heard about psychedelic therapy, I imagined something a bit more—
Dr. Idigbe: —tie-dye and trance music?