It was in 1978, when holidaying in the Lake District that I heard a story about some hill walkers who’d spent a night at the Wythburn Inn, and who were later told they couldn’t possibly have slept there because the Inn was submerged by the creation of the Thirlmere Reservoir in 1894. There was a similar story about some British travellers in France who stayed a night at a quaintly old-fashioned hotel, and attempted to find it again on their return journey, only to discover it did not exist. Then there’s the incident recounted by tourists on a bus who were looking for somewhere to stay and noticed an attractive hotel. They got off the bus at the next stop, which was only a short distance away, then walked back to where they thought the hotel had been, but the area looked different,… and there was no hotel*. Then there were the two young women who set out one evening to walk a few miles to a dance at a local village, only to find themselves struggling to cross an eerie and unfamiliar landscape,…
These curious anecdotes are examples of a type of psychical phenomenon known as a time-slip. They seem to fall into two categories: one where the protagonists apparently blunder into a place that only existed in the past, or two, it’s a place that is contemporary and known to them, only things are altered in some way, so that they struggle to find their way around.
It’s difficult to come up with a rational explanation for this sort of thing, and if the protagonists are clearly shaken or puzzled by their experience, as it seems they are, then it’s churlish to dismiss them as liars. Also, where the experience is shared with others, blaming it on an hallucination seems also unrealistically simplistic.
Like many of the so-called psychical phenomena, it’s safer to err on the side of a rational explanation, if only for the sake of your own sanity, and I’d be following my own advice on this one if it weren’t for the fact that I once experienced a similar thing myself. I dismissed the incident at the time as a mental aberration, but the more I’ve thought about it, the less sure I am that the rational explanation I’ve clung to isn’t the greater delusion.
It was in the Lake District again, this time in 1981. I’d set out to drive from the town of Windermere, to Coniston. The obvious route is to take the Windermere Ferry, then drive to Hawkshead. Just after Hawkshead, the road continues northwards to Ambleside and to get to Coniston, you have to turn left at a fairly obvious junction, where you pick up a road that takes you over the fells and drops you down into Coniston. On this occasion, however, the junction wasn’t there.
I wasn’t that familiar with the layout of the Lakes in those days, having only been driving for a few years and had just begun to explore my local geography. I knew there was supposed to be a junction because the road-map told me so, and I guessed I’d merely driven past it by mistake. Maybe it was a small turning and easily missed? I turned around and came back at it from the opposite direction, being extra vigilant this time. There was still no junction, no signposts for Coniston,… nothing, just an unbroken line of hedgerows with meadows beyond. I turned around and tried again: still nothing!
I lost count of the number of times I drove to and from Hawkshead looking for that road. I remember eventually pulling over into a lay by and trying to shake my head clear of the mixture of frustration and confusion, telling myself to take a deep breath and pull myself together because the road was definitely there – I was just blind to it somehow. But it was no good. That day, the junction did not exist for me.
I did eventually get to Coniston, but only by taking a twenty mile detour.
I’ve since driven the road over to Coniston dozens of times, and whenever I see the junction near Hawkshead I’m convinced I could not have simply overlooked it because it’s such an obvious thing, well flagged by signposts in both directions – and you’d have to be really blind to miss it. What do you do after an incident like that? Well, you blame yourself for being stupid, because what other explanation could there be?
It’s perhaps not surprising that I’ve always been interested in this kind of tale. Judging by the anecdotes, such experiences can be relatively short-lived, lasting no more than a few minutes, or they can be full-blown interactions with an alternate reality lasting several hours, or even overnight in the case of travellers who have apparently found hospitality in mysterious, non-existent hotels.
If true, I don’t know what these incidents tell us about the nature of reality, but what they do suggest to me, as a writer of fiction, is that one need not be overly dramatic in portraying the way characters can slip between worlds in our fantasy stories. I tend to avoid fantastic machines or wormholes or pixie spells, because there’s a greater probability that it happens seamlessly and spontaneously. You just get in your car and drive along the familiar old route, except suddenly your turning isn’t there any more. You’ve crossed a divide into another universe. You’ve no idea how you did it, nor how you’re going to get back.
The fascination of these experiences for me lies in their psychological plausibility. The geography, the environment and the people we might meet all appear quite normal to our senses. The experience might leave us shaken, but there is never any doubt that the alternate reality exists in a very “real” sense, at least for us; it’s tangible, we can interact with it, people speak to us, they serve us drinks, they do not look at us as if we’re strange,…
The most remarkable thing is that there’s a strongly held belief among physicists that there may indeed be alternate versions of the reality we know, an infinite number of them actually. Every time probability comes into play, reality splits. Toss a coin and you create two separate realities, one where the coin falls down heads, and another where it falls down tails. This is the Many Worlds interpretation of Quantum Mechanics. However, although many physicists accept it at least as a theoretical possibility, they also tell us the theory rules out any chances of our being aware of those alternate realities, that the apparent line of our own conscious experience through time always plots a coherent course. We do not for example buy ourselves a red car one day, then wake up the following morning to find it is blue. There may indeed be a universe where the car is blue, but we can have no knowledge of it because it would be inconsistent with the version of reality we have already chosen.
Stories of time-slips would seem to challenge this view. They suggest that sometimes conscious awareness can indeed blunder into alternate realities, and then for a short time at least the logical consistency of our personal experience breaks down.
Or they could all just be tall tales.
* for a fuller account of this strange tale see the case of the vanished hotel recounted in: “The Personality of Man” by G.N.M. Tyrell 1947 (free download from the internet archive and a first class book on psychical research)
I have read about someone who was driving a blue car and had an encounter with a strange spacecraft. The UFO had pointed a beam of encredibly bright colored light at the car and they claim that the next day when they examined the vehicle, it was red. This really has not much to do with the fascinating material I just read, but I was just reminded of how maybe red cars don’t normally turn blue the next day, but maybe blue cars might sometimes turn red- when spaceships nuke them with their laser beams. I wonder if it was a nice shade of red. Hopefully the owner liked it.
I have had more than one such happening. I wanted to see Bob Dean and hear his UFO talk at MUFON Pa last October 16, 2012.
When we got on I276 from I76 it lead us to US1, which we stayed on for several miles until we got to Four Points Sheraton. We knew where we had to be to see Bob Dean at 3PM on Oct. 16, 2011. We got us something to eat then asked a guy on street for directions to go downtown Philly. He told us 3 or 4 miles to I95 and go north, which we did, found visitor parking, parked, saw Liberty Bell, then took one hour bus tour of Philly, all the important sites. We started back I95 going south and had couple of hours to spare to get back to Four Points Sheraton.
I will stop there and point out that one of the main features of US1 was four lanes going one direction and four lanes going other direction, outside lane of two lanes being for through traffic, so if wanted to go other way had to use a cross over to inside lanes, make left, and then go other way on other four lanes.
Now continuing on I95 we got to US1 exit coming back, and things were awful different, and no eight lanes anywhere. We turned around and went other way on US1 into NJ. The NJ scene was like from the 1950’s or 1960’s. We stopped on side of road for directions. A man specifically told us what to do to get back on I95.
We got back on and tried again, exited on US 1, still no eight lanes, and scene had changed again. We turned around, went other way on US1 and scene really changed a lot in NJ. The 1950’s or 1960’s scene was completely gone and instead a split highway where the man who had stood in front of his house giving us directions for a street left to downtown and a bridge right which we took being a bridge, one of those kinds that makes your tires squeel. We got across, Lois very upset, being on I295. Lois made me take a right turn and we were on a NJ 130 road. She made me stop for directions. A woman explained that I295 in NJ ran parallel to I95 in PA with Delaware River in between them. She specifically gave me certain directions how to get back using 130, interrupting me two times, this is how you do it to get back, do not get back on I295, stay on 130, go through a light, then another light, then past Rite Aid stay right and take immediate right to NJ Turnpike, pay $2.00 onto Pennsylvania Turnpike, which we did. I saw the I276 exit for US1. Lois so wanted me to try, had only few minutes left before the 3:00 hour but not about to take US1 again. We came on home.
Lois will verify the first NJ scene as from the mid-last century and fact that there was no Sheraton and no eight lanes setup on PA side in all this when we tried get back to see Bob Dean.
That man and that woman I will have to describe as “monitors” from peculiar way they acted. I am getting good at this “time travelling”. Although there is only one US1 up there there are several of them really–in different times. I made no wrong turns.
If you liked this happening, I can tell more. Let me know.
I have had more than one such happening.
On March 15, 2011 at 3:15 in afternoon I got into my car back of my new law office and started car to go pick up grandchild at 3:25 for her piano practice. I then turned off car and got out to go into my old law office where I and my late father, mother, brother, and others had our law practice {which building dates to pre-civil war era} next door to check for damage, having read in the local paper about Mercer County, KY residents upset with local factory doing some blasting late fall of 2010 causing damage.
I went in back door and up side stairs straight to my mother’s room, checking waiting area on way, no damage, then my old room, no new damage {some wall damage from two yeas ago} then to brother’s old room, no damage, finally the library and much new damage, ceiling having given way in one big place, wood exposed, but no sign of water. I then went downstairs, checked kitchen, another secretary’s {she late too} room, ok, then my father’s room {he practiced law 50 years}, ok, back to main secretary station, ok, and then entered the waiting room.
When I went into the waiting room, there was much wall damage to wall next to father’s room, plaster down on floor and under heating unit, wood exposed, very heavy wall damage, but no sign of water. I double-checked room above, the library, and room below, the waiting room.
I picked up my granddaughter and took her home, then went home and called a neighbor who does house repairs. He came to my home and we went back to town. We went in the old law office, repeated survey of rooms, same order, and when got to that last room, the waiting room there was no damage at all. I was dismayed.
Before my neighbor left when we got back to my home I told him I must have walked into the past, seeing wall damage as it existed circa 1969 when we had to clean it all up and redo all the walls, remembering what I saw half century later was as it was half century earlier, same old vetch wallpapered walls that came down exposing the wood behind, cracked plaster down on floor everywhere. For the life of me I do not remember seeing any old furniture {because we moved it all out when I moved over here to new office next door}.
I may have experienced a “vestibule”. The old building has that back door I entered from the outside, and up back door stairway, but also a small hallway from the front outside door to a small closet at the end on the left and one step beyond hallway on the right is the inside door to the waiting room {originally a living room} which hallway I used five times: coming down main front door stairway to front door where for first time went down the small hall with closet passing the waiting room and on to the secretary area, then to kitchen, then to other room;, then back to the secretary area and passing the waiting room for second time down that small hall with closet to the front door, then to my father’s room ; then back down that small hall with closet for third time to the secretary area and entering the waiting room; then fourth time down that small hall with closet to go back to front door and back up main stairway to double-check library ceiling damage; then back down main stairway to front door and down that small hall with closet for fifth time to double-check the waiting room wall damage.
“(A vestibule was a unique building design to the eastern United States. It is a small hallway, usually with a small closet, between the front door and the rest of the home. In this case, there was an outside door, the vestibule hallway and closet, and an inside door before entering the living room. )” Quote from Living With Spirits (True Ghost Story) By Christine B. http://christine-b.hubpages.com/hub/Living-With-Spirits
Or, maybe it was “residual energy”. I don’t know what it was, only know I checked and double-checked, saw that waiting room wall two times and it was damaged.“Residual energy hauntings provide a window to the past. When you’re psychically ‘seeing’ something that seems like a movie, that’s often the imprint of the event on the environment.
Or, it may actually be a window through time. Nobody’s sure, and it may relate to a parallel universe or a ripple in time.” http://hollowhill.com/residual-energy-imprint-hauntings
The factory blasting had nothing to do with my damage, only normal wear and tear, and paranormal glitches.
If you liked this happening, I can tell more. Let me know.
My thanks to Stacy and LeeDean here. By all means post your own time slip experiences for us to share. Fascinating stuff.
2012 Happenings
The Dummy Latch
I am a ventriloquist. On the head of my ventriloquist dummy, at the bottom of its control post, is a latch to connect the head to the body. Last evening January 2, 2012 called New Year’s Day on a Monday at 5:00 p.m. I started to install the head onto the body. Several times I tried to connect the spring latch to a steel rod that runs laterally so that the dummy can move its head and at same time move around its body, arms and feet motion. I could not connect the hook to the rod. I peered into the coat slit at back of the dummy and something was not right. It looked like the hook was in a reverse position which I do not like because easier to install with hook end facing forward. I took the head back off, turned it upside down, and sure enough the spring hook was in wrong position.
There was no way that the other end spring loop had turned because attached to a small steeple into bottom of control post. I had started to disconnect the top spring end and reinsert opposite way, but had difficulty, gave up, and looked again. To my surprise the hook problem solved itself, back in the correct position. Again I say I did not disconnect and reinsert, or did I in a moment of time I did not notice or remember. The hand is quicker than the eye, so I can’t believe my own eyes. This is my third extraordinary happening since 2011 began. We are supposed to be in 2012 now. I am not so sure.
The Radio
On Saturday night January 28, 2012, lying in bed telling a ghost story to Aliona, a granddaughter, we tried to get a plug-in radio in my room to turn on to play soft music. The clock on the radio was working but the radio was not. We tried every button and dial, hit it with our fists even banged it on the floor. It came on for a second with static, then we pulled the plug on it and clock went off too. I continued the ghost story when the radio came on all by itself with static then quit again. Ali said that Hadden, who got killed in Viet Nam was playing a trick on us. She said that she knew him, and that he liked to play tricks, and said she saw him in the chair looking toward the closet. She said he had red hair, was fair skinned and did not have many freckles. I said she was right.
I put some stories on the disappearing road… first on March 7, 2012 and last on March 8, 2012. I had no problem with the first but did with the last. These stories were written within 24-48 hours of their occurrence, but I added a beginning and ending paragraph to the first one on the missed ufo conference and an ending paragraph to the second one on the disappearing wall damage, plus couple of links. When I added the beginning paragraph to the first piece I had referred to a happening on October 16, 2011, and when I added the links to the second piece I brought up a new window, downloaded the document I wanted to link from, copied the link and pasted it into the piece. I then downloaded the other document and copied it, but when I tried to paste it I noticed that my first link had disappeared. This repeated about three times, finally stuck, and I posted the comment, but that is when I noticed that the date in the first piece had somehow changed from October 16, 2011 to October 16, 2012, how I do not know.
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I put some stories on the disappearing road… first on March 7, 2012 and last on March 8, 2012. I had no problem with the last but did with the first. These stories were written within 24-48 hours of their occurrence, but I added a beginning and ending paragraph to the first one on the missed ufo conference and an ending paragraph to the second one on the disappearing wall damage, plus couple of links. When I added the beginning paragraph to the first piece I had referred to a happening on October 16, 2011, and when I added the links to the second piece I brought up a new window, downloaded the document I wanted to link from, copied the link and pasted it into the piece. I then downloaded the other document and copied it, but when I tried to paste it I noticed that my first link had disappeared. This repeated about three times, finally stuck, and I posted the comment, but that is when I noticed that the date in the first piece had somehow changed from October 16, 2011 to October 16, 2012, how I do not know.
In my old office was a standing lamp, brass with white glass globe and silk lamp shade, at least 75 years old. Because in process of selling my old law office, I brought the standing lamp home about a month ago. On Saturday afternoon, June 23, 2012, I noticed that the lamp globe and shade appeared to be not level. One of the three knurled knobs that holds the globe in place was missing. I went to the kitchen and a kitchen drawer where collected all kinds of screws, nails and the like, for almost a half century, hoping that I might find a machined screw that fit the hole. I looked couple of minutes and was about to quit and close the drawer when there stood out a screw that begged me to pick it up. It was an exact match, a brass, machined screw, no screwdriver slot, but knurled knob for turning, that fit exactly and all three knobs are identical. How it got into the kitchen drawer is a mystery to me, unless that is synchronicity.
During any of the above experiences what were the weather conditions like? Just curious….i mean was it sunny and clear or was it wet and cloudy was it foggy one minute and bright the next? Humour my question there’s a reason I ask. thanks
Steve callum
Hi Steve, in the case of my own experience, I remember it was warm, sunny and clear, also humid after overnight rains.
Same here, warm, sunny, clear, not humid. Also, day of Elenin event according to Richard C. Hoagland insofar as the trip to try to see Bob Dean.
You say there’s a reason you ask… so what’s the reason, if you don’t mind sharing it…?
I am looking for time slip cases from people who can appear on a paranormal talk show. Please contact me at gary@garywilliamsparanormal.com
Right Time Zone
Now that enough time has passed since the Bob Dean trip, and have heard Lois say once or twice to others “we took a wrong turn” although that does not explain the changing scenes when we went opposite directions twice on same road, now then I will tell you the rest of the story.
On the way there was a 15 mile stretch of road across PA, fairly straight, a really witchy road, but new, and starting with a beginning curve. About middle ways there was a winding intersection road to the right, like maybe the old road. We kept going on the new road to its end, and then turned off to the right to our final destinations.
The next day when all the strange stuff happened and we were coming back and turned left to get onto that 15 mile stretch of PA highway. Lois said it did not seem right, too curvy. We stopped at a steak house and got something to eat, then off again, and quarter mile later there it was –that winding intersection. To the left that new road, but to the right barricades, road equipment, banked dirt and unfinished road we had travelled on the day before.
Said not a word, quickly turned left and kept on going, and looking only for that beginning curve. Finally, there it was, but I have no idea when it was we got into the right time zone.
My own little time slip….
I used to visit the Rollright stone circle, in Oxfordshire, every October 31st. I went for perhaps twenty years, until it became too popular. The route up from the village of Long Compton involves driving up a long lane, perhaps a mile long. It only takes a minute or two.
On this occasion, sometime in the early 1990’s, I drove up the lane, around 11pm, with my then girlfriend. We drove, and drove and drove. We drove for perhaps 20 minutes before we got to the top. I know the road like the back of my hand. I wasn’t lost, but it felt like being lost. The lane carried on apparently endlessly. A one minute journey took over twenty minutes. yet we were driving at the normal speed.
I never had that experience again, but we both experienced it that night. I have no explanation for it. But as we both experienced it, it certainly wasn’t just a matter of perception.
There are stories of local people not being able to find the stones, and driving around all evening, apparently lost, even though they know the roads and are close by.
Very strange.
I seen a car wreck as it happened 50 years after it happened. I was out of work at the time and was checking on a list of jobs given to me. I was lost on a dirt road when it happened. I seen this old car like they had back in the 40’s going too fast and it could not take the curve and went off into a field of Kudzu. I was less then 250 feet from the the car when it left the road. I raced to the spot thinking “Some fool just wrecked a classic car”. I could not find where the car had entered the Kudzu and then I seen it. The car was all rusted out. The windows were all gone and the Kudzu was all in the the car. The tires were hanging in pieces. That car had aged 50 years in 20 seconds or less. I almost wrecked my car getting out of there.
That sounds so freaky. Where did this happen?
i make sure i take my smart fone, tablet, etc, and other devices capable of recording, just in case i run into something like this…..
The problem I have is that I suspect there are a range of well-quoted stories about these incidents that are well-intended works of fiction. We have no way of separating the wheat from the chaff. I am fascinated by these stories, particularly repeated phenomena such as Bold Street in Liverpool, and have looked for some sort of consistency in them, but, put simply, how do we know which ones are true?
I had two odd experiences when I was a small child which could fit this pattern, however, equally, they could have been simple products of an incompletely-formed sense of reality coupled with sleep-derived disorientation.
The first was when I was sitting at the foot of my bed one night, slightly unable to sleep. I was watching my mother sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, her being visible across the turns in the hallway in between. I blinked, and suddenly is was the next morning. Did I dream it? Maybe.
The second was again at night, in bed. I got up, and the whole house was the reverse,of how I remembered it. A mirror image. I tried to exit my room but bumped into the wall next to the window opposite. I walked into my parents’ room, all backwards, and upon being told, not unexpectedly, to get back to bed, off I went.
Again, maybe a dream, but both incidents have stayed with me.
I have had quite a few experiences that make me question reality sometimes. I had a driving experience similar to yours a couple of times.
I was driving from west Montana to Middle(ish) Montana to retrieve my friend’s sister. There was a turn off we should have taken before we hit a small town, according to Google maps or Verizon Maps (I can’t remember which one we used). We had never gone this way before and she had never heard of this small town (She grew up in Montana). We completely missed the turn and ended up in the small town. We bought gas and headed back towards the turn off which we assumed was small and easy to miss. There is no way we could have missed it. Not only was it well marked, it was lit with street lights all over the place and every side of it. We eventually got our friend and made it home. We told the story of our misadventure to her mom (who grew up in middle Montana). She had never heard of a town with that name. We looked it up and it wasn’t on the map or anywhere to be found. So we described the route and the road that we took to get to the small town, only that road doesn’t exist either. We still talk about it sometimes and we’re both confused about what happened.
The other time that I can’t forget about is when I drove to go to a friend’s house. She lives in Knoxville, TN. There is no way I could mess that up. I knew the area. That night though, I drove all over her subdivision looking for the road but it wasn’t there. Where the turn should be, there were only bushes. And where the road would have been was a green, grassy area with trees and a path. I went there a couple weeks later and the road was back and I couldn’t find the bushes, trees, grassy area, or path. They just don’t exist.
I’ve had other non-driving experiences too. Like the first time my husband and I watched the first show of Stargate SG-1. It was the first airing (I didn’t know this). I told him I loved this show and he said it was the first time it was ever on, must be thinking of another show. I said no, it was Stargate. I told him I watched it with my dad when I was young and told him the story line and what happens. He looked at me very apprehensively as we watched the show unfold as I described it. I was a child in the 80’s and remember watching it in the early 80’s (remembering by living room we were in). Stargate didn’t come out until after I married in 1994. I am still creeped out because I remember watching it with my dad very vividly but one actor was different.
NUTLEY BRIDGE TIME SLIP EVENT:
This is a true Time Slip story that happened to my son 17 and my daughter 19, at the time in 2014 in New Jersey. At this time they were living with their mother (my ex) in Fairfield, NJ, and one day they were driving to visit me at my apartment in Lyndhurst, NJ about 14 miles away, they took Rt.46 to Rt.3 to the Rt.21exit, my son was driving his 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee, they made this simple trip many times, they were not drinking nor on any type of drugs, my daughter never even believed in anything paranormal at all. As they got off the Rt.21 exit around 5:30 PM (rush hour) and waited to make a left to cross the Nutley/Lyndhurst bridge, the light turned green, they turned and we’re now headed west towards the bridge, as soon as the trucks front tires hit the metal grating of the bridge, instantaneously the immediately realized they were now headed the complete opposite direction (East) approximately 3 blocks away from the bridge in Nutley, the both looked at each other and stopped the truck in the middle of the two lane traffic, cars behind began to beep in anger, they were totally befuddled and quickly pulled into the first lot they saw, which was a parking lot for a small Park for baseball and soccer. They both said to each other, what the hell just happened? They knew that in a nano second they somehow were transported a few blocks away in the opposite direction, they then got out and we’re just utterly confused, when out if no where a man with a strong British accent asked if everything was OK, I assume since he noticed their total and sheer panic stricken faces! They just said everything is fine because they knew he wouldn’t believe them. The later thought that was also odd, but at any rate, they said let’s go to dad’s and tell him because he will definitely believe us since he’s into the paranormal. They came straight over and burst into my apartment muttering you’re not gonna believe what just happened to us, so fast I had to say slow down and tell me first, they kept repeating it’s so unbelievable but they told me the whole story. I absolutely believed them, the looks on their faces was one I have never ever seen before, they we’re completely horrified and really scared! I felt terrible and yet a tad jealous because this never happened to me before. My daughter distinctly said to me I cannot believe this happened to me because I never believed in this kinda stuff until now! So I immediately took them back to the spot and we all tried to recreate exactly what they did hoping I could experience this too, but after several attempts nothing unusual happened. When we got back to my apartment I Googled all sorts of paranormal things linked to that bridge but I could find nothing. So if anyone that is reading this happened to see a white Jeep Cherokee disappear that summer day in 2014, please contact me at: frankfresh@mail.com. This is a completely true story, contact me if you have had a similar event occur to you, or if you have any questions about this brief time slip incident. Frank Fresh of Lyndhurst, New Jersey.
I got really interested in time slips after I experienced something bizzarre in the spring of 2007. I had just left Duncan, Oklahoma headed for Comanche,Oklahoma. I decided to take some back roads to Comanche through Empire, Oklahoma. As I was driving, I noticed a thunderstorm was about to form. I thought I’d better hurry and get back home. I found Empire Road, but it was no longer a paved road. It was a dirt road with some gravel. I thought I must have made a wrong turn, so I traveled down the dirt road and noticed a gas station that I had never seen before. It had old gas pumps like from the 50’s. There were old hub caps hanging on the walls of the gas station. Nearby were some mobile homes, but they looked old fashioned like from the 70’s. I also noticed the vehicles parked in the front of the mobile homes were from the 60’s and 70’s in really nice condition. It was almost dark, and although I was really intrigued, I felt I should hurry and get home before the storm hit. I noticed the storm had stopped for a bit as I was on this dirt road that I thought was Empire Road. It seemed to go on and on. I did not recognize anything in this area. I turned down another road hoping to find a paved road, but kept seeing dirt roads and old fashioned mobile homes. I drove back by the old gas station with the old gas pumps and hub caps hanging on the wall. I thought to myself that I haven’t seen hub caps hanging on walls like that since I was a kid. There was an old coke machine out front also. It appeared to be a coke machine that had bottles instead of cans. A light was on, but no one was out front. An old light blue pickup truck was parked there. It appeared to be a 50’s model pickup. I passed by a few houses and they also appeared to have an old fashioned look. From the looks of the vehicles and the houses I would say it was sometime in the 1970’s. I turned down several roads trying to find a way out. I drove for what seemed like an hour in a very unfamiliar place or time. I turned down one dirt road after another. I finally stopped my car and just sat there for a bit. I decided to drive further down one dirt road. Finally up ahead, I could see that the road turned into a paved road ahead. Once my tires hit the pavement, the storm was back. I looked behind me as I reached the pavement and noticed the mobile homes that were there no longer had lights on, and it seemed like they disappeared! It was now raining and I was anxious to find Highway 81 and get back home. Finally I found the highway and hurried home. A few days later I decided to drive down Empire Road again to see if I could find the dirt road and to get a better look at those old cars and mobile homes. Once I found Empire Road, I noticed it was paved! So I drove further down Empire Road and it was still paved. No dirt roads anywhere! I tried to find the old gas station and it too was gone. Instead of a gas station was an empty field with what appeared to be an old foundation with pieces of old concrete. I kept asking myself what happened. Did I turn down a road that I thought was Empire Road or did I somehow go down the Empire Road that existed during the 1970’s? The mobile homes were also gone and some were replaced with newer homes. I decided to ask around about Empire Road and when it was a dirt road last. I was told that Empire Road was paved sometime in the 1980’s! I asked about the old gas station. A nice old man told me that the gas station was there, but it was torn down in 1987 and the last time it was used was in 1981. Lots of questions came to my mind. To this day I am very confused about what happened that stormy night in the spring of 2007.
Many a people would like to escape from current situation,and for them timeslip might be a godsend,perhaps so many of missing persons are actually living in a different reality.
I strongly believe that time is mutable and people really have experienced slips and warps, but I’m struck by the fact that in so many reports, people from two different times interact yet only those from the present notice something is amiss. How could a couple from 1976 spend a day and night in a 1900-era hotel while wearing clothing and using money from the 1970s, yet not raise any questions? Wouldn’t parking a 21st-century pickup truck in front of a WWII gas station cause more than a bit of consternation?
Then again, there was the reaction of that unfortunate woman who somehow drove her 1940-vintage car into the present…
The 1976 couple who stayed at hotel of 1900,is probably a fake story and so are more than half of the reports.And these mess with the real ones,government conspiracy can not be ruled out.
And by the way i’ve had about half a dozen precognitive dreams and about a dozen of hypersynchronicities,one of which actually led to finding a pharmaceutical formula that was hard to find normally because it was not available in any of standard and costly books.
About 10 years ago I got fond of a long winding single path walk on open ground from the sea marsh hides at Leighton Moss Nature Reserve to Jenny Brown’s point in Cumbria and on this occasion soon after commencing a couple in their thirties wandered slowly past me. Instinctively I though something was not quite right about them and I turned to see no sign of them although they should still easily have been in eyesight before reaching the kissing gate. On recommencing again forwards I then noticed a tall youngish man walking briskly ahead of me with his head down. I then continued for a minute or so glancing sideways at landscape features and as I looked up again he had completely vanished. I kept my eyes open for any sign of him but nothing. I then came to a halt when I encountered a barrier with barbed wire on top to stop people walking any further which was very mature with high vegetation well grown around it. As I turned to my right bemused I saw a different young man looking at me rather oddly from across the field behind a wall. I headed back to the car thinking changes had been made but still wondering how the young man disappeared. About a year later out of curiosity I returned and wandered over the same route and incredibly the single pathway was completely open as before with no sign whatsoever of any barrier ever existing and the area were the young man was somewhat eerily looking at me was actually private grounds. I know what I experienced was real although it is the only time such a strange time slip event has happened to me.I do not know whether I visited the past or future but i just thought I would pass on my true story on this interesting subject.
In september 2018.I was in Anglesey in Wales.in the UK.My Mother and I went to a beach with sand dunes with at the time our eight year old Springer spaniel.Barney.after letting the dog off the lead to run arrond the dunes.for about twenty minutes.we were on the way back to the car park when the dog who was panting and worn out by now.ran over into a gap between two dunes .i could hear the panting.then everything went quiet.I remember my Mother shouting.where is he.what’s he doing .she was panicking as the dog had recently had a absess.removed off his head.but the dog had disapeared.We looked arround to see the dog running back towards us from the car park area .looking arround for us.He had jumped over seventy feet in a second or two.No way could he have ran fast enough to have covered that distance in that time.and not through heavily grasses dunes.may be not a time slip.but a deffinate jump.if i was on my own.then i could have dismissed the event as.oh i was miles away then.but the thing is.Both my Mother and i saw the same thing happen the dog is now ten years old and in good health .with no obvious effects from the event.and is asleep under the table as I write this.
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