Continuing from where I left off...

When I was looking through those journals, I came across a section dedicated to the "history" of these alternate worlds. A diagram was present, which detailed nine different worlds, including our own. Little was said of most of them, aside from their names. One, however, had an incredibly detailed history.

This one was said by Dr. Ragnarsson to have once been a very peaceful world, ruled over by a fairly advanced race of people. According to his notes, he came across a device called the Tanais Apparatus in 1960, which had been constructed by an unnamed Russian years earlier. The device could only work within a location with high levels of an unidentified "power source," however, which was close to the Russian city of Tula.

Dr. Ragnarsson claims to have lived there for a while, studying the Apparatus in secret. During this time he discovered the existance of the nine worlds, and gave them names; our world, he called "Midgard." Eventually, he says, a gateway to another world was opened up. He ventured into this unknown land, which he had previously dubbed "Vanaheim," and learned its rich history.

While he studied in this world, which he learned was actually called "Fjórheim," he transcribed many historical documents; legends from its creation to its then-present time. These documents told of a beautiful world, full of beauty and natural resources, which had been corrupted by a force from another world. A warrior by the name of Woden then allied himself with this force, and drove the world into chaos.

Dr. Ragnarsson returned from his journey and wrote on the subject of these worlds for many years. It wasn't until 1976 that he compiled his findings in a volume called "The Yggdrasil Report." My father, then 21, befriended Dr. Ragnarsson and began work on a translation. The translation is a rather makeshift effort, handwritten and spread across several notebooks. Here is his attempt at translating Dr. Ragnarsson's diagram of the "Nine Worlds."

I'll go into this more eventually.

P.S.,
I noticed there were some comments on my previous entry, and I'm afraid I have no idea what they mean. I have never seen that site before, though whoever made it seems to have some interest in Dr. Ragnarsson and my father's work. Strange.

There exist many worlds parallel to our own, and in each of them we exist also, albeit completely differently.

This has been speculated by a great many people, but now I know it to be true. Perhaps by accident I came across this truth, and now feel it is my responsibility to reveal it.

In 1976, a little-known Swedish physicist by the name of Sven Ragnarsson began research on the existance of multiverses. He studied in secret and made great progress, but by 1979 he had fallen gravely ill. In his final months he passed on his work to my father, until finally succumbing to tuberculosis in September of that year.

My father never spoke much of the project, except that it meant a great deal to both him and Dr. Ragnarsson. I was sure he told my mother much of it, though I never really asked her much about it, as my interest in the matter only piqued in recent years, after her death and my father's disappearance.

Yes, my father went missing in the spring of 2004, exactly one year after my mother's untimely passing. Whether he left in grief or if something terrible befell hi m I may never know. As I was planning to sell the house and was packing up their things that winter I came across my father's notes, and also those of Dr. Ragnarsson. At first I gave little heed to them, as I myself am a mere librarian and equations and scientific jargon don't exactly tickle my fancy. However, whether it was out of sheer curiousity or simple desire to read my father's handwriting again, I sat down and read the complete work. "The Yggdrasil Report," it was called.

I didn't believe it at first. I thought it was a work of fiction, more fantastical than anything I've come across in the library. It told of infinite worlds, stretching beyond time and space, yet at the same time right under our noses. It told of alternate pasts and alternate futures, alternate versions of ourselves and everything else. More intriguingly, though, it told of contact.