Time Slips and Time Traveling?

[pigfarmer]

Go to the Stellarium Web Online Star Map
There you can select dates and times and locations for planets, stars, galaxies and more.

Thanks. What I had in mind was more of a God's p.o.v looking at the Solar System to show that Earth was at point X on August 10 1901 and at point Y on October 5 1789. I assume that when you tell your space car 'Gay Deceiver Bounce' it rewinds the clock and moves over a few million miles.

In that podcast one of the women claims they saw Marie Antionette. Of course she did, never mind the billions of faceless, nameless, unwashed masses of humanity that have truly turned the Wheel of History - she got to see a rock star. Sure. I am reminded of people who claim to channel really ancient past lives and its always Thundarr the Barbarian or a Warrior Princess, it's never some guy named Larry who ran a small cat meat shop until he caught dysentery and **** himself to death. What fun would that be?

If you like that Stellarium app I've had SkyView Lite on my phone a while, my niece turned me on to it and its free.

 

[Rick Hunter]

Sort of related to this, I've been watching old movies.

Every generation seems to think they have achieved a fantastic level of understanding, one so great that they feel as if they have Life, The Universe and Everything all figured out based on their current level of understanding. We also have a lot of angst over creating an artificial intelligence that will subsume us, but that's another thread. Thing is, it's a moving goal post. I am very cautious to never say never, to make a flat statement that something is impossible.

In non-scientific arenas this described unsinkable ships, impregnable fortresses. As far as my understanding of empirical science goes, its supposed to constantly revise itself as new evidence is presented. Often phenomena can be recognized by some, not necessarily accepted my all and it takes a while before mainstream science catches up. Smallpox vaccinations and germ theory being two i can think of right away. Think about how many 'healers' over the course of time have killed their patients by applying what were considered to be unassailable facts.

Does that apply to time travel, life after death and likely a few other interesting topics ? Sure. There's no harm in leaving a playing card in the door, you don't have to let it close completely.

This 1000%. I keep hearing all these idiots claim that they've got everything figured out and what they're saying (selling) is the safest bet ever. Yeah, ok pal.

 

[nivek]

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[nivek]

Security Camera Captures Time Traveler in Florida Backyard?​

A Florida homeowner believes that a security camera watching over his Airbnb rental property captured footage of a mysterious individual using his backyard shed to travel through time. The rather fantastic tale reportedly came to light on Monday when Alex Schaal took to TikTok to recount the eerie occurrence. He explained that weirdness began when the security system alerted him to an intruder on the property, which is five hours from where he lives. When Schaal checked the live feed, he saw a man wandering through the backyard and initially suspected that the stranger planned to "rob my house." However, the situation quickly took a strange turn that ultimately left the homeowner scratching his head.

Shortly after venturing into the backyard, the peculiar interloper enters a shed on the property and seemingly never emerges. When Schaal attempts to speak to the man through the security system, he receives no answer, which leads him to call the police. Cops subsequently arrive on the scene to investigate the situation, but find that there is no one in the shed, leaving Schaal to wonder what became of the stranger. The incident became all the more bewildering the following day, when the security system picked up yet another mysterious man emerging from the backyard shed.

In this instance, seen below, the individual appears to be an aged version of the original trespasser from Schaal's first video, leading him to surmise that the security system had caught a time traveler in action. The homeowner's tale and his two videos have since gone viral with many viewers agreeing with his assessment. That said, not everyone is convinced that the tale is on the level as more skeptical observers suggest that the story is simply a well-crafted hoax on Schaal's part.

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[J Randall Murphy]

View: https://youtu.be/K2cB7lbufHk

Very interesting — Something similar happened to two friends and I in BC around the same time near Lake Windermere.

 

[pigfarmer]

howzabout a look at the rest of that shed

 

[nivek]

View: https://youtu.be/vLfV9PowEbw?si=iDHrcKVVaIH2kbVK


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[nivek]

Twisted Timelines and Crashing Dimensions​

Time and reality are concepts that are so mind-bending that our perception of them can run wild, while at the same time, we are left grappling for answers as to the construct and nature of both. The fact is, for all our collective understanding of time and reality, both individually and how they relate to each other, is limited at best. When did time begin, for example, and if there is a starting point that marks the beginning of time, what came before that? Similarly, when will time end, and again, what comes after that? Ultimately, what is time? The same questions could be asked of our reality. Is the world how we perceive it to be, actually how it is? What about the many things that are simply not visible to us because of our limitations regarding the visible spectrum (with the same being said for our hearing ability)? Might there be many different realities all around us, invisible for the most part, aside from those rare occasions when they seemingly crash into one another and intersect.

In an article on the subject of time and reality, I wrote several years ago:

“Many researchers into the notion of alternative dimensions and realities suggest that there is a fantastic array of alternative histories and futures. And according to the Many Interacting Worlds theory, these alternative realities regularly interact with our own. At least “on the quantum level”.

What is perhaps interesting here is that many researchers in the paranormal fields also look to quantum physics to reach entities from “the other side”. Perhaps that other side is actually many other sides – or realities. The fact is, there are many accounts of strange encounters involving anomalies with time and apparent instant journeys into other dimensions. What makes these journeys possible is not known. Perhaps there are vortexes or portals (sometimes referred to as X-points) that allow this transference to another time or location, or perhaps certain convergences of energies are responsible. There are as many possibilities as there are strange cases on record.

Without a doubt, one of the most fascinating accounts involving time and reality is one, generally speaking, that is known as The Man From Taured case, not least as it is not entirely certain if the encounter is a genuine incident or nothing but an urban legend. Most researchers agree that the account first entered the public arena in the book The Directory of Possibilities by Colin Wilson and John Grant. There were, however, no sources referenced for the account, and there have been no known discoveries of newspaper articles detailing the incident. That said, the legend persists, especially with the arrival of the Internet.

According to most versions of the account, one morning in the summer of 1954, a man entered Haneda Airport in Tokyo, Japan, and made his way to the customs desk along with the rest of the arriving passengers. The man stated he was in Japan on business and had traveled from Europe, something he had done many times before. Although he could speak good Japanese, it appeared his native language was French. When he produced his passport, however, things turned strange. He claimed he was from a country called Taured, a small nation that sat between France and Spain. Moreover, he produced further paperwork that attested to this, including a driving license, bank statements, and official business papers. He continued that Taured had a history that stretched back over a thousand years and was genuinely confused as to what the problem was.

Equally confused were the customs officials, who, despite their best efforts, couldn’t locate Taured anywhere on any of their maps. Fortunately, the man was more than cooperative and agreed to stay in a hotel close to the airport in their custody while they got to the bottom of this strange affair. The customs officials kept hold of the man’s passport and papers so they could investigate further, and with a guard constantly outside of his hotel room door, the man was checked into a hotel. The following morning, however, things took an even stranger turn.

When customs officials arrived at the hotel to take the man for further questioning, they were shocked to discover the room was empty. The room had only a single window with no balcony or ledge, and was several floors up from the ground, meaning he couldn’t have left via this route without risking almost certain death. Moreover, the guard outside the room was more than certain that the man hadn’t left through the door. He had, essentially, disappeared into thin air. Customs officials had planned to inform the man that the phone numbers on his passport and business papers didn’t appear to be real, with no connection being made when officials had dialed those numbers. Now, though, those papers and passport were also missing, despite being kept in a secure evidence room.

At this point, customs officials contacted the Tokyo police department and reported the situation to them. They conducted an extensive search of the area around the hotel and the airport – there was no sign at all of the mysterious man. Here is where the story differs a little, depending on the source. Some insist that these searches went on for days, perhaps even longer, while others suggest that they were called off relatively quickly. Whatever the truth, no one saw the Man from Taured ever again. The account, though, leaves us with a plethora of questions.

Was this a case of a man attempting to enter Japan with false papers who then disappeared in the most inexplicable and unexplained way? It has to be said that it appears unlikely. Even if we take away the bizarre disappearance of the man, we would have to ask why he would choose to use a country that was unknown to the Japanese customs, and not simply France, Spain, Italy, or any other European country, which surely would have improved the chances of the ruse working? Or perhaps the man in question was from another dimension, one that crossed into ours, if only temporarily. This, though, brings up its own questions, not least, when did this dimension switch occur, and why, as far as we know, did it only affect this particular gentleman? If this speculative dimension shift occurred while the plane bringing the mystery man to Tokyo was in the air, then we expect all passengers on that plane to have been affected. Perhaps they were, and the man in question was the only person in this other dimension who was from a country that didn’t exist in his own. Or perhaps this dimension shift occurred at some point after the mystery man left the plane and entered the airport. There is also the possibility, however remote, that the man in question was a time traveler. Perhaps he had somehow switched timelines, or even altered the timeline, resulting in a world where Taured no longer existed.

We should also consider that the explanation resides somewhere between these different suggestions, perhaps due to the changes in the story as it was retold and circulated over many years, and perhaps, in part, due to the desire of the authorities to quash the account, not least as they had seemingly allowed a man with no official country to escape, his whereabouts unknown, somewhere in Japan, whether he was a conman with a tall story or a gentleman from another realm of existence. At the very least, it showed the authorities had been outwitted; at worst, it displayed their incompetence. This might also explain why there are no official newspaper reports or customs or police records of the incident. Of course, we should be clear, this is pure speculation, with no evidence to back it up. The story of the man from Taured, though, continues to fascinate researchers today. Perhaps one day, proof might surface as to its authenticity. For now, it remains circling in the many urban legends of our modern world.

A similar case involving different times or dimensions occurred in the early 1970s, and is also one that many researchers insist is more urban legend than actual account. However, this account did have some limited local newspaper coverage at the time, and the witnesses are named. The account in question unfolded in the Gadianton Canyon in southeastern Utah, a place that has many legends of strange disappearances and other strange goings-on taking place, with some local Mormon legends even stating that the location is home to “bad, evil spirits!”

On the night in question, late one evening in May 1972, four Southern Utah University students – Janna North, who was driving, Carol Abbott, Bethany Gordon, and Lisa Rochefort – were making their way back to the university dormitories after spending the evening at a rodeo, and were eager to get back on campus before the housemaster locked the doors for the night. This desire to get back as quickly as possible led the girls to make a decision that would change their lives forever – they decided to take a shortcut through the Gadianton Canyon.

Although it was a dark, moonless night, the road along the canyon seemed normal enough, and certainly not scary or intimidating. Then, however, things changed. Suddenly, the road they were driving on came to an end, a huge rock wall in front of them. With no other option, Janna turned the car around and began back the way they had come. When they came to the end of the canyon, though, only several minutes later, their surroundings were different. Gone was the sagebrush and sand that had lined the road previously – now large fields of wheat lined one side of the road while ponderosa pine trees lined the other. Even stranger, even though there had been no (visible) moon that evening, now, the Moon was full and bright. With an increasing sense of confusion and more than a little fear, the girls continued along the road, hopeful that they had simply made a wrong turn. Eventually, streetlamps along the road brought a sense of relief, suggesting that they were heading back into the main town. That relief, however, was only temporary.

Several moments later, the girls spotted a neon sign ahead of them, a sign that appeared to be attached to what looked like a diner. As they arrived outside the building, the girls noticed that the neon sign contained letters or symbols that none of them had even seen before, and while they couldn’t quite place their finger on it, there was something a little disturbing about this place. Regardless, Janna pulled the car into the diner’s parking lot and swung it around, preparing to bring the vehicle to a stop. As she was doing so, a group of men walked out of the doorway of the building, and Lisa began winding down the window so she could shout over to the men and ask for directions. However, only a second later, Lisa let out a terrified scream and urged Janna to “get them out of there” immediately. Janna immediately pressed her foot on the gas and sped towards the parking lot exit. As the car turned, Carol also got a close-up of the men, and immediately called out that they “were not human!”

Janna set off back down the road they had traveled down only moments earlier, increasing her speed as she did so. She glanced into her rearview mirror, seeing the men were climbing onto strange egg-shaped vehicles, each with three wheels, two at the front and one at the back. Then, even from this distance away, she could hear a “loud, whirring sound” that reminded her of an angry nest of wasps or hornets as the strange egg-shaped vehicles set off in their direction, an extremely bright light shining from the front of each of them. It was clear to Janna that not only were the men in pursuit of them, but they were quickly getting closer. Moments later, with the strange vehicles still in pursuit, Janna could see the opening to the canyon ahead of them. She increased her speed to in excess of 80 miles per hour and headed straight for it. Several seconds later, they entered the canyon, the car’s tires sending a cloud of dust up around them, which blocked their view of their pursuers. Janna kept the gas pedal pressed down. Then, their surroundings changed. Gone were the fields of wheat and ponderosa pine trees, and in their place were the sagebrush and sandy terrain. This sudden change shocked Janna so much that she temporarily lost control of the car. As it veered off the road, however, she managed to regain control, bringing it to a stop in the sagebrush a short distance from the road.

The four young women simply sat in the motionless vehicle, each attempting to gather their thoughts and process the bizarre experience they had just shared. Although they had no idea who the men were, they were definitely not human. Perhaps uncertain as to whether these strange men might appear again, the four girls decided to remain in the car with the doors locked until sunrise. The next morning, with daylight seeming to allay the girls’ fears somewhat, Janna finally got out of the car and went to inspect any potential damage to it. Not only were three of the tires flat, but one of the hubcaps was missing entirely. Moreover, there were several significant dents in the bodywork of the vehicle, likely sustained when they left the road. They locked the car and headed for the main road a short distance away.

Not long after reaching the road, a police patrol car passed them, and the girls managed to flag it down. The officer driving the vehicle was Trooper Vic Lundquist, who was immediately confronted by the four girls and their bizarre account. Lundquist performed some initial examinations of the scene at the time. One of the strangest of his discoveries was that the tire marks began around 200 yards from where the girls’ car had come to a stop, with no tire marks at all leading from the main road, as if the car had suddenly appeared in the middle of the desert-like terrain. Moreover, neither Lundquist or the girls could locate the missing hubcap, perhaps suggesting it had come off long before they had reached the point where the car had come to a stop. Ultimately, while he found the account strange, to say the least, he was positive that something out of the ordinary had happened to the four college students, even if he didn’t know what.

Just what might have happened that night along the Gadianton Canyon remains a complete mystery. Some researchers suggest there are electromagnetic anomalies along the route that somehow open mysterious gateways (sometimes referred to as X-points) that take those who happen to pass through them while they are open to other dimensions and/or timelines (and we should note that mainstream science has studied these X-points for a considerable time). Could this have been what happened that May evening in 1972? And if so, where were they taken – to another time, perhaps somewhere in the future, or maybe to another dimension, one that is inhabited by non-human intelligences? We might even consider, however unlikely it might be, that the four young women were somehow transported to another planet in another part of the universe. Wherever they went, we might consider that their missing hubcap remains in this other dimension or time, perhaps recovered and displayed as evidence of visitors from elsewhere. Of course, if the four college students did somehow travel to another world or dimension and then travel back again, then we might conclude that there is nothing to stop the inhabitants of these other realms of existence from traveling into our world.

A similar encounter, at least according to the post by the witness on a paranormal forum on Reddit, occurred in much more recent times in the early 2000s. The location is unknown, but it is likely somewhere in the United States. According to the online post, the witness was driving in their car, with their dog with them, on their way to a local McDonald’s restaurant. As he was making his way along one particular road, he noticed that the streetlights seemed to flicker off momentarily, before coming back on again. This happened several times before he came to the point where he was about to turn off the road. When he did so, everything became suddenly blurry, and he heard a noise like a feedback sound in his head. At the same time, he had a feeling like he was going through an intense static electricity field. Then, after several seconds, everything came back into focus, and the strange noise and electrical sensation stopped.

By the time he had refocused, he realized his car had stalled. He reached down for the keys, restarted it, and put the vehicle in motion. He continued along the road, realizing almost immediately that something wasn’t right. He noticed that there were suddenly fewer streetlights along the road. Furthermore, there were several rows of trees at the roadside that he was certain were not there before. He eventually arrived at the complex that housed the McDonald’s restaurant. However, as he searched for the drive-thru, he realized it was now in a different part of the building. He used the restaurant often, and couldn’t recall any such relocation of it. Regardless, he guided his vehicle towards the drive-thru entrance. As he did so, though, he noticed further anomalies.

Many of the other cars, for example, had designs that he had never seen before. Moreover, many of the names and logos were also ones that he was not at all familiar with. When he reached the menu board, the strangeness continued. Every item on the menu was much more expensive than it had been previously, much more than a natural price increase. Even so, as hungry as he was, he placed his order and, upon arriving at the payment window, handed over his card to pay. Moments later, however, the cashier handed back the card and informed him it had been declined. The cashier then produced a strange red device, telling the witness to place his finger on it to pay. Unwilling to do this, the witness handed over cash, despite it being a large amount. The cashier accepted this, but instead of giving him change, he handed over a small piece of paper, claiming it was a “cash voucher!”

At this point, the cashier’s movements suddenly became “sticky” and static-like, as if he was stopping and starting, like a stickman in a book where the pages were being flicked through slightly too slowly. As this was happening, the witness felt the strange buildup of electric pressure, as well as hearing the strange feedback noise in his head. This culminated in a sudden bright flash of light before the witness came to, sitting in his car, with the McDonald's restaurant now back in its usual place.

It is also worth our time exploring the case of 41-year-old Lerina Garcia, who didn’t travel to another reality, but claims she woke up in the wrong one – ours! According to her online report in 2008, she claims that what she can remember from her past does not match the world history of this reality. She elaborated that she awoke one morning in this reality in her home in Spain, likely having crossed over into this realm during her sleep, and she remains stuck here (we should note there was no explanation for the mechanics of this crossing over of realms).

She stated that she began to notice little differences at first. The date was the same as it was in “her reality”, for example, but it was things such as different bedsheets that she had never seen before that began to cause her to question that something wasn’t right. That morning, she had gone to work as usual. However, when she arrived at her office, she was shocked and confused to find a different name on the office door. She tried to rationalize that she had come to the wrong floor. She returned to the main entrance, now feeling stranger than ever, and looked at the names on the employee list at the front of the building. She found her name; however, she was listed as working in a department she hadn’t worked in previously. Now, more confused than ever, she marked herself as having arrived at work, but then claimed she had felt suddenly unwell and had to return home, which she duly did.

She returned to work the next day, contemplating that she had imagined the changes and she would find her office where it had been previously. It wasn’t. She went to the department she now seemingly worked at, and was even more perplexed by the number of other employees whom she had never seen before but who very much seemed to know her. It was clear to all of them that there was something “not right” with Lerina. She brushed off these concerns as best she could, insisting that she was just a little “out of sorts” and that she was otherwise fine. It was at this point that she decided to keep the bizarre experiences to herself, at least until she learned more about what was happening. There were, though, more complex differences that came to light over the coming days.

One of these revealed itself to Lerina when she went to visit her boyfriend, Augustine. However, not only did someone else live in his apartment, but it appeared, in this reality, he didn’t exist at all. She attempted to find town records of him, and even searched online for posts she knew he had made. There was, though, no trace of him at all. What made all of this even worse was that she discovered not long after that, in this reality, she was still in a relationship with her previous boyfriend, whom she had, in her reality, broken up with six months previously.

Further differences also presented themselves to Lerina. During a visit with her family, for example, she asked how her sister was recovering after her operation (a major operation, incidentally) several months earlier. Both her parents and her sister were completely bemused, unable to recall any such operation. Although she was certain that it had taken place, Lerina dropped the subject, not wanting her family to think she was suffering from some kind of mental breakdown. Ultimately, the more she discovered about her life in this new reality, the more confused she became. It is not known where Lerina is now and if she is still “trapped” in this reality. We might contemplate whether the Lerina from this reality is also trapped in the one that the Lerina who posted in 2008 claimed to have come from.

As well as reports of journeys into other dimensions or realities, there are many accounts of traveling briefly to other times – events usually referred to as timeslips. Without a doubt, one of the strangest locations where there are several of these time-slip events is Bold Street in Liverpool in England.

One of the most thought-provoking of these occurred in 2006 when a self-confessed shoplifter suddenly found himself thrust four decades into the past. According to an article on the Liverpool Echo platform, the man in question – “Sean” – was running from a security guard along the infamous street when he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. He feared he might be having a heart attack and turned down a side street named Brooks Alley. It was then that he realized his surroundings had completely changed. People were going about their business as they had been moments earlier, only now, the clothes they wore were decades older than the contemporary era. As he wandered around these new surroundings, he spotted a newspaper kiosk near Central Station. He walked over to it as quickly as he could, seeing copies of the Daily Post stacked neatly inside. He took a look at the date – Thursday, May 18th, 1967. Now, as bizarre as it seemed to him, it made sense why the clothes and even the cars looked decades old – because they were.

At this point, feeling more than unsettled, Sean turned and headed back to Brooks Alley. As he did so, his surroundings changed back to 2006 once more. He turned and looked back towards the newspaper kiosk, and although he was standing in his own time (2006), he could see 1967 through what appeared to be some kind of invisible gateway or portal. Unsettled and confused, Sean made his way straight home.

Incidentally, the journalist from the Liverpool Echo who spoke with Sean claimed he met with him on four separate occasions. Not once during those meetings did he alter his version of events, despite the journalist discreetly attempting to trip him up. Moreover, the same journalist also managed to track down the security guard who had been chasing Sean on the day in question. He stated that Sean simply “vanished into the air” the moment he turned down Brooks Alley. Just what happened that day on Bold Street remains a complete mystery. This timeslip encounter, though, is just one of many.

Another article from the Liverpool Echo by Tom Slemen, titled Timeslip Redemption, is also worth exploring here. The account unfolded on Renshaw Street, around a five-minute walk from Bold Street. Although Slemen changed the names of those involved, according to the article, in March 2002, not long after being released after serving six years of an eight-year prison sentence for armed robbery, 39-year-old John Kent, despite his girlfriend Alison’s pleas not to, was looking for vengeance against the man who had “grassed him up” – Harry King. Matter-of-factly, as if he was saying he was going to pick up a pint of milk, he told Alison that, “I’ll just give him a good hiding, then I’ll come straight back and we can go out for a drink and some scran!”

Less than half an hour later, John was on Renshaw Street, his knuckleduster at the ready, waiting for Harry King. Moments later, John clocked a policeman heading in his direction, and he discreetly tucked the weapon in his pocket. The policeman glanced toward John, and although he was largely uninterested in him, he smirked a little. This didn’t sit well with John, who suddenly called out to the policeman, challenging him. He then began walking towards him, causing the policeman to pull out a whistle and blow hard on it. The next thing John realized, several other policemen came running over, and within moments, he was pinned against a wall under restraint. He noticed a group of shoppers had gathered round, eager to see what the fuss was about. Of more concern to John, however, he could hear the sound of trams in the distance – old trams. He managed to steal a glance at the crowd. Instead of them wearing clothing typical of the early 2000s, they were wearing a combination of reserved dresses with long coats, suits, ties, and trilby hats. He suddenly recalled the policeman blowing on his whistle, and came to the startling conclusion that he had somehow walked back in time to the 1920s or 1930s. He also realized that was why the policeman smiled to himself, not out of any malice, but because his twenty-first-century clothing must have appeared like fancy dress to him. The story, though, has one last twist.

Suddenly, John’s surroundings changed once more, and he came to his senses, leaning against a shop window. It was now dark, and when he checked his watch, four hours had passed. He immediately returned home to find Allison waiting for him. She told him that Harry King had been waiting for him with a gun and that the police had arrested him. Had the bizarre event not happened, John would likely have been killed. With all of this in mind, John finally decided he was going straight and convinced Allison that he had finally turned a corner. They married a short time later.

Another account unfolded on Bold Street around half a decade earlier in 1996. On the day in question, “Frank” and his wife “Carol” were enjoying a Saturday afternoon shopping. Frank was looking to purchase some new CDs, and Carol intended to buy some new books. They agreed to meet at the bookshop that Carol planned on visiting a short time later. The couple went their separate ways, with Frank’s route taking him past the Lyceum Building. As he passed it, however, he noticed a sudden eerie silence. He stopped momentarily and looked around. Then, the sound of a car horn brought him back to his senses. He stepped aside and realized he had been standing in the middle of the road, a van only just missing him. Even stranger, the van appeared as though it was a vintage model, straight out of the 1950s. He managed to make the name “Caplan’s” or “Caplin’s” in old-style, vintage lettering. At this point, Frank felt beyond confused and decided to make his way straight to the bookshop, “Dillon’s”, where he had arranged to meet his wife.

When he arrived there, however, he was further perplexed to find the name “Cripps” above the doorway instead of “Dillon’s”, and instead of books, the windows showed ladies’ clothing and handbags. He looked around him and realized that the people walking along the streets were dressed in clothing more akin to the Second World War era than the mid-1990s. As he was looking around, a woman walked past him and into the shop where he was standing outside. Frank hesitated for a moment before following her inside. As soon as he did so, the ladies’ clothing and accessories disappeared, and in their place were rows of books. Stranger still, the woman he had followed looked as confused as he did. He asked her if she had noticed anything strange, and she replied that she had thought this was a new clothes shop, which was why she had walked into it in the first place.

He eventually met up with his wife, but he decided to keep the strange encounter to himself. When he returned home, though, later that afternoon, he began researching the street. He found out that the bookshop had once indeed been a ladies’ clothing shop. Moreover, a shop by the name of “Caplan’s” had operated on the street in the 1950s.

It is also worth our time exploring an incident that occurred in more recent times – some time in the 2000s – when a 17-year-old girl – “Imogen” – experienced a bizarre timeslip episode while visiting a new branch of Mothercare on Bold Street. She was shopping for her older sister’s new baby, and was surprised at how low the prices were for items, putting it down to being some kind of opening day promotion. However, when she attempted to pay for the items using her card, she was informed bluntly that the shop “didn’t take those!” As she only had a small amount of cash on her, she left the goods and headed back home. Later that day, she was speaking with her mother, and she mentioned the bizarre episode. Her mother was a little shocked, informing her that this Mothercare had not been a Mothercare for some time, and had been a bank for several years. When Imogen returned to the same building the following day, it was indeed now a bank.

It isn’t just on Bold Street – or indeed in Liverpool – where these strange time anomalies take place. One of these encounters is detailed in the book Real Time Travel Stories From A Psychic Engineer by Martin Ettington, which details the bizarre experience of 12-year-old Mel Riley in the early 1950s. On the day in question, Mel was exploring the woodlands and countryside close to his home in Racine, Wisconsin. As he was making his way across a field, however, he suddenly felt the environment change around him. Suddenly, the smells of the countryside flowers and vegetation were replaced by the aroma of burning wood and cooked meats. He could also suddenly hear voices coming from somewhere nearby. He looked up and, for the first time, realized that the freshly plowed field he had been walking through a moment earlier was now a vast field that stretched for miles. Moreover, multiple Native American settlements stretched across this vast field. The awestruck child watched the scene in front of him for several moments, seeing several Native American warriors going about their daily duties. Then, without warning, the scene faded away, and the freshly ploughed field returned. When the incident was investigated, the land Mel had been on when the scenery changed had once been home to Native American tribes, tribes, incidentally, that had lived there since the Stone Age.

These encounters don’t always detail a person slipping back in time; however, some of them feature a person or an object coming from the past. According to an account from “LC”, late in the afternoon of October 20th, 1969, he and his friend, Charlie, were driving along Highway 167 on his way to Lafayette. Although their vehicle had been the only car on the road for some time, they soon found themselves behind an “old turtle-type car” that would have seemed more at home in the early twentieth century. Moreover, when LC was close enough to read the number plate, he could see that the date on it was “1940” (something illegal under US law). Eventually, LC passed the vehicle. As he did, though, he was more than shocked to see the driver, a young woman, and her passenger, a young child, dressed in clothing that was straight out of the 1940s. At this point, LC looked at Charlie, who was seemingly equally as confused.

LC looked into the passenger window, attempting to get the woman’s attention. As he did, he could see a look of concern and panic on her face. He then called out, mouthing the words more than anything, asking the woman if she needed help. She motioned that she did, and LC pulled in front of her car and pulled to the side of the road. When he got out, however, and turned to face the oncoming vehicle, it was nowhere to be seen. It had vanished into thin air. We might ask if the car and the woman and her child had gone back to their own time two or three decades earlier.

It is perhaps also worth considering just some of the many bizarre events involving time that have taken place in the air. One of the strangest and perhaps one of the most significant accounts in what it tells us about our reality is that of Bruce Gernon, an experienced pilot who flew over the Bahamas regularly. On the afternoon of December 4th, 1970, at around 3 pm, Gerney, along with his father and an associate, Chuck Lafayette, left Andros Airport from Andros Island on their way to Miami, Florida. To begin with, the flight proceeded as normal. However, not long after they left the runway, they noticed a bizarre “elliptical cloud” around a mile ahead of them, approximately 500 feet above the surface of the water. Uncertain what the cloud was, they immediately contacted the control tower in Miami to ask if there were any adverse weather conditions on their route. The response was that their route was clear.

They continued onwards, ascending to around 3000 feet. All the while, the cloud continued to grow larger and larger. Eventually, at an altitude of 11,500 feet, the Beechcraft Bonanza A36 aircraft emerged from the fog and finally into clear, blue skies. As Gernon looked back, however, he could see that the cloud was beginning to form a strange semi-circle around them. Their plane, though, which was traveling at around 195 miles per hour, outran the strange cloud and left it behind them. As they approached the Bimini Islands, they saw another strange cloud ahead of them, only this one was much larger, at least 60,000 feet across. Even stranger, the cloud, according to Gernon’s recollections, seemed to emanate directly from the Earth’s surface.

At this point, Gernon believed they were about to be engulfed by a huge storm, and when he spotted a “tunnel” in the clouds, he aimed his aircraft straight for it. As he entered the tunnel, he immediately noticed that strange lines formed around their aircraft, and the cloud appeared to swirl around them. As their plane continued through this strange tunnel, they noticed several ”bright white flashes,” and these flashes became brighter and more intense the further into the tunnel they went. Stranger still, Gernon recalled feeling something close to “zero gravity” for a very short period while inside the tunnel. As this was happening, incidentally, the control tower at Miami Airport lost Gernon’s plane from their monitors.

Gernon later recalled that he suspected the tunnel they had entered was somehow connected to the strange cloud formation they had seen shortly after take-off. After continuing into the tunnel, Gernon suddenly noticed a U-shaped opening ahead. He immediately headed for this opening, believing this could be his only chance to get out of this strange cloud. A moment later, the plane once more emerged into clear, blue skies. As Gernon looked back, he could see the tunnel and the cloud formation “contracting” until it eventually disappeared. Gernon then attempted to establish his location, reasoning that after spending around 30 minutes in the air and then 20 to 30 seconds in the strange cloud tunnel, they should be able to see the coast of Bimini below them. With this in mind, Gernon and the other two people onboard were more than shocked to see the beaches of Miami slightly ahead of them. As confirmation of their position, the control tower at Miami Airport confirmed they were off the coast of Miami on their radar screens. From this confirmation, Gernon realized that he had, essentially, traveled nearly 100 miles in only 20 seconds, and, in total, since leaving Andros Airport, according to the time and the data, he had traveled almost 250 miles in only 47 minutes, something that everything Gernon knew about aviation told him was impossible.

Without a doubt, one of the strangest aviation encounters involving time anomalies also occurred off the coast of Miami, also at some point during the early 1970s, in an encounter that has “never been satisfactorily explained!”. According to an article in the March 24th, 1975 edition of The Desert News, on the morning in question, National Airlines 727 was approaching Miami Airport and preparing to land. The control tower was tracking the plane as they normally would be when it simply vanished from their radar screens. Emergency communications were immediately sent out to all other aircraft in the region, calling on them to be vigilant in the event they might spot the aircraft, or even the wreckage of it. However, there were no visible signs of either. Then, without warning, the plane reappeared on the radar screens in the control tower. Moreover, it was in the same place as it had been when it had vanished, and not a considerable distance away if it had merely disappeared from radar. What made the surreal situation even more so was that several planes had traveled through the exact airspace the aircraft was now in during the 10 minutes it was missing.

It soon became apparent that the pilots – and so, in turn, most likely, the crew and passengers – were completely unaware that anything strange had taken place. At this point, the captain of National Airlines 727 was instructed to land on an isolated runway reserved for “security risks and special situations!” As perplexed as he was at these orders, he did as instructed. Almost as soon as the plane had come to a stop, security forces boarded the aircraft and ushered off the passengers and crew, guiding them to a part of the airport separate from the rest. Writing in the book Ghosts of the Air: True Stories of Aerial Hauntings, Martin Caidin stated that “Federal investigators and officials couldn’t get into that jetliner fast enough” after it landed. We will return to why this might have been shortly.

It was clear to those who had been onboard the plane by the sheer number of emergency vehicles and airport police that something out of the ordinary and concerning had taken place. A short time later, with both the crew and passengers together in a large enclosure of the airport, the head of airport security made the rather candid and bizarre admission that they (their plane) had “disappeared into thin air for 10 minutes!” After being met with confused stares, the head of airport security suggested they “take a look at your watches!” They noticed that the airport clock said 9:30 am – their respective watches, however, declared the time was 9:20 am. Needless to say, a quiet wave of disbelief and shock quickly swept across the room.

Just what happened after this is not really known, as despite the initial story of the incident (itself several years later), the case then all but disappeared, revived following the global rollout of the Internet. And if we recall the statement in Martin Caidin’s book that investigators “couldn’t get onto that jetliner fast enough”, that could have been a very purposeful move on the part of the authorities.

As speculative as this is, we might ask if the reason investigators were eager to get onto the plane (as well as get all passengers and crew off) was because they – or at least those are issued the orders – were aware that there was something on the plane, something that had to be retrieved in secret and away from prying eyes. Could it be that some kind of device was onboard the plane that, as bizarre and outlandish as this might sound, literally took the plane out of existence for 10 minutes? Or, put another way, did this device send the plane forward 10 minutes into the future? Perhaps this device contained valuable data, and it would go without saying that it would need to be secured away from all manner of potentially interested parties, perhaps not least the Cold War nemesis of the era, the Soviet Union. If any of this is true – and once more, this is purely wild speculation – then we might also contemplate whether the location is of importance. Did those behind this speculative experiment somehow tap into the potential power of this infamous part of the Atlantic Ocean - the Bermuda Triangle?

Whatever the truth, if this was some kind of bizarre experiment, this might explain why only one story ever appeared in print about the incident. In the years that have followed, many researchers have made legitimate efforts to reveal details about the encounter (which should tell us something in itself as to its potential credibility), but no information has ever been found – no flight numbers, official flight records, or any witness testimony. Does this indicate that all information – including, it is presumed, the control tower data – was quickly confiscated by investigators? It is certainly a possibility. One thing that is harder to explain away, however, is why not one person in all the years that have followed has come forward to confirm they were on the aircraft that day? And while this certainly isn’t a smoking gun for the skeptics – after all, there could be many reasons for this – it is much more difficult to pass off as “something that was covered up!”

Ultimately, we will most likely find that the truth of the National Airlines 727 encounter will be found somewhere between the two extremes (that it was a completely made-up account on one side and some kind of secret time travel experiment on the other). One thing to note here is that there appears to be debate as to whether only the crew was made aware of the time anomaly or whether the passengers were also told. If the former is more accurate, then it would, of course, be much easier to maintain a secret over many decades, not least as the pilots and crew members would have undoubtedly feared for their careers if they spoke of the incident. Add to that a still-lingering, if diluted by comparison to previous decades, sense of patriotism in the face of the Cold War, and it is even easier to see how such secrecy could be maintained. Whatever the truth, the case still fascinates investigators and enthusiasts of the weird and the wonderful today.

These are, then, just a small collection of hand-picked accounts of time and reality anomalies. There are many, many more on record in various forms and on various platforms and mediums, including official records. Indeed, we just might return with a “More Fascinating Tales of…” article on such matters in the near future. One thing that is clear, though, is that time, as we understand it, is almost certainly incorrect, as is the nature of our reality. Time, for example, is likely not linear and almost certainly more curved or rounded in nature, and maybe this curved or round construct (for want of a better word) sometimes causes such things as timeslips. Our reality is likely made up of multiple different dimensions that perhaps occasionally crash into each other, and so causing, in theory, some of the anomalies we have examined here. There are many suggestions to explain these inexplicable events. For now, though, the questions remain, and such encounters remain as unexplained and still ripe for investigation.

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Bizarre Cases of Time Slips​

One of the weirder corners of the paranormal is that of what are called "time slips." These are instances in which individuals or even whole groups of people have seemed to pass through some veil between time and space, to find themselves flung back far back into the past to witness events there before being catapulted right back into the present, often confused and with no idea what has happened to them. Such cases tend to be rare, but when they do happen, they also tend to be very bizarre indeed.

One such time slip allegedly happened to a small group of young men in England, which seems to have taken them back into the past of a small village and left a strange, unsolved mystery behind. It was the fall of 1957, when in October of that year, three cadets with the British Royal Navy went out into the English countryside in Suffolk for a simple map-reading training exercise. On this day, the cadets, named William Laing, Michael Crowley and Ray Baker, had the objective to simply follow a route through the scenic area, observe several assigned locations, map a route to a waypoint, make notes of what they found, and then return to report to their superiors. Considering that it was a clear, sunny day, it was more or less a pleasant walk through the picturesque countryside, and at first, that’s precisely what it was, but things were about to take a turn into the weird.

Along their route, the men passed the small hamlet of Kersey, a charming little village of only a few hundred people known for its rustic streets and historical medieval buildings. As they looked out at the village, it seemed like just another normal, quiet day, the church bells ringing out to join the bird song in the air, wisps of smoke climbing out of chimneys. Since Kersey was an assigned location along their route, they approached the village to observe it, but as they did, things allegedly got very weird, indeed. It began with the silence. The church bells were no longer ringing, the birds stopped singing, and even the sound of the wind seemed muted, as if a wall of silence had descended on them. Everything seemed still, the leaves not stirring on the streets, the branches of trees paused, everything seemingly frozen in time, even some ducks in a nearby stream were standing motionless, and perhaps even weirder still was that there was no one out walking about, despite it being a pleasant sunny day. Even the smoke from the chimneys had stopped churning out smoke. Indeed, as they entered the village, it seemed entirely deserted, and one of the cadets would say of the unsettling, eerie scene:

“It was a ghost village, so to speak. It was almost as if we had walked back in time. I experienced an overwhelming feeling of sadness and depression in Kersey, but also a feeling of unfriendliness and unseen watchers which sent shivers up one’s back… I wondered if we’d knocked at a door to ask a question who might have answered it? It doesn’t bear thinking about.”

Things got even stranger still as they began exploring the village. There were no cars anywhere to be seen, no phone wires, no bicycles, and the road itself seemed roughly cobbled and old-fashioned. Although there were many medieval buildings in Kersey, they also noticed that they could see absolutely no modern buildings around them. All of the houses were of a medieval-style, all hand-built and timber-framed, with greenish glass windows covered in a film of grime. Adding to the surreal quality was that even the season seemed to have changed. Whereas it had been autumn, one cadet would mention that now “it was verdant… and the trees were that magnificent green colour one finds in spring or early summer.” They decided to approach one of these quaint, seemingly deserted buildings and looked inside, where they were surprised to see that it was some kind of creepy butcher’s shop. One of the witnesses would say of the odd sight:

“There were no tables or counters, just two or three whole oxen carcasses which had been skinned and in places were quite green with age. There was a green-painted door and windows with smallish glass panes, one at the front and one at the side, rather dirty-looking. I remember that as we three looked through that window in disbelief at the green and mouldy green carcasses… the general feeling certainly was one of disbelief and unreality. Who would believe that in 1957 that the health authorities would allow such conditions?”

They looked into some other buildings to find that, although they seemed to be houses, there was nothing in there, no furniture and no sign of life at all, as if they had suddenly been abandoned by residents who had taken all of their possessions with them. It must have been quite sudden because the smoke from the chimneys that they had seen had also stopped. They went to look for the church tower because it was a major landmark where they thought they would be able to get their bearings, but were startled to find that it simply was not there anymore, as if it had vanished into thin air, even though they had clearly seen it from outside of the village and it was the most famous building there. Where had it gone? Where had everyone gone? At this point, the three men were feeling very unsettled and spooked. There was an ominous, vaguely menacing feeling of dread coming over them, and they decided to get out of there as quickly as possible.

As soon as they left the village, they would report that everything abruptly went back to normal. The bells started again, the birds sang, the crisp wind of autumn hit them, leaves fell from trees, and the chimneys once again belched smoke. The church tower was also once again there, towering over the surrounding buildings, and the three astonished cadets could not account for any of it. Although their superiors confirmed that they had reached Kersey, the stranger details of the account were brushed off at the time, and they would just sort of swirl around in the back of the witnesses’ minds.

It would not be until many years later when in the 1980s the case came to the attention of paranormal researcher Andrew MacKenzie, of the Society for Psychical Research, when he received a letter from Lang and Crowley. Intrigued, he went to meet with the men and even went to the village with them, and the more he learned, the more he became convinced something truly strange had happened here. One of the main things that impressed MacKenzie was that the account was very historically accurate; for instance, the building with the cow carcasses indeed had once been a butcher’s shop, although in 1957 it would have been a private residence. Other observations of the layout of the town also matched true historical records, which were information these cadets would not have likely known. MacKenzie concluded that not only had these men traveled through a time slip, but he even worked out just what era they had gone to. He surmised that because the village had been mostly deserted and the tower was not visible to them that it had been so before the tower had been completed and when the village had been ravaged by the Black Death, by his estimate sometime in the early 1400s. He was so impressed with the case that he would include it in his 1997 book on time slips titled “Adventures in Time.”

Of course, there have been skeptics as well. For instance, it has been pointed out that glass windows would have been very expensive during that era and that it would be unlikely for a butcher shop with so many cow carcasses to be there in such a tiny village, as meat was a luxury product that would have been more common in larger towns. In the end, there seems to be no way to know for certain what these men experienced out there in that idyllic English countryside. Were they somehow transported temporarily to another time through means we may never fully understand? Or is there some other, more rational explanation? It remains unknown.

Another very strange time slip happened back in the 19th century on the frontiers of Canada, and it is a very weird case, indeed. Sir Cecil Edward Denny emigrated from England to the United States at the age of just 19 and in 1874 joined Canada’s North-West Mounted Police, working his way up the ranks from constable to sub-inspector. Denny took part in the Long March west, and he remained at Fort Macleod during the winter of 1874-75, where he kept detailed journals and notes on his many adventures through this wild land. He would describe the land in his The Riders of the Plains: A Reminiscence of the Early and Exciting Days in the North West:

“For some years after the advent of the North West Mounted Police into the western portion of the then Prince Rupert’s land, and to-day known as the North West Territories, the newness, and also the strangeness, of the country, were a source of unfailing interest to us, who belonged to that force. Game of all kinds abounded throughout the country and as we came to the foot hills of the Rockies, bear, elk and moose were often to be seen. This class of game was little molested by the tribe of Blackfeet Indians, whose home was out on the plains, and who lived altogether on the buffalo, which animals supplied them not only with meat, but nearly everything, either directly or indirectly, that they required. The streams were full of fish of many kinds, trout being the most plentiful, and near the mountains salmon trout which often weighed fifteen to eighteen pounds were easily to be caught.”

During his various travels, they also had much contact with the local Blackfoot tribe of the region, who were friendly and inviting to these outsiders at the time and often went hunting or fishing with them, and Denny’s writings are full of many detailed accounts of their way of life and culture. Indeed, Denny’s accounts are among some of the more detailed writings there are on the people and animals of this land, but among the myriad reports and musings of the wildlife or the Blackfeet there are some reports that really stick out as odd and seem to jump right off the page to firmly lodge themselves into the world of the weird, and one of these seems to be the time Denny came across some sort of time slip out there in the remote wilds.

In the summer of 1875, Denny made a trip from the fort on Old Man River to the foothills of the mountains, and up that river about 40 miles to do a bit of fishing and hunting. He took with him a pack horse, blankets, cooking utensils, an inflatable Indian rubber boat, and various other supplies, and accompanying him was a Native tribesman to act as both a guide and to help bring back any game they managed to bag, as well as two spare horses. At first, their expedition went off well, with each of them managing to shoot a deer, and that first evening, they set up a pleasant camp in good spirits and had a hearty dinner of venison and some trout they had caught in the river. It seemed as if it would be a fruitful trip that would go without a hitch until the following day, when they would run into some trouble and a threatening storm would seemingly spring up out of nowhere. Denny writes of this:

“On the following morning we packed the deer and our camp outfit on the two spare horses, and the Indian made an early start with them for the fort. I remained with the boat ready to go down by the river, keeping only my gun and a light overcoat, with a bite of cold meat and bread for lunch. I made good way down the river during the morning, which was fine and warm, only once having any trouble, at a rather nasty rapid, in the middle of which I stuck on a flat rock. In getting off the boat upset, and I got a thorough ducking before I could catch it again. The gun which was fastened by a cord to the side of the cushion, was not lost, although rendered useless for the time by water. I, therefore, camped early for dinner, eating the bread and meat, which, although rather sodden, was better than nothing. I got my clothes partially dried in the sun. All my matches were wet, and a fire was not to be had.

While camped about noon the weather began to look threatening, heavy banks of clouds gathering in the north, and now and then the growl of thunder in the distance could be heard. As I was not more than half way, I started again on my downward journey as soon as possible, but the farther I went the darker it grew, and I soon saw that I was in for a heavy storm, which, to say the least, was by no means pleasant. The thunderstorms along the mountains, although seldom of long duration, where often very severe while they lasted, and by the look of things, I was in for one of the worst. I however made my way steadily down the river, and after a while the storm came down with a vengeance. There was a heavy wind, with hail, rain, and perpetual lightning, followed by deafening peals of thunder, seemingly right overhead. I found it difficult with such a light boat to make any progress, as the heavy wind would drive me from one shore to the other, and the river was lashed into quite heavy waves, so that, although the boat could not sink, I was sitting in water up to my waist, and sometimes sheets of water would be blown right over me. As it was getting quite dark, although not more than four o’clock in the afternoon, I found it impossible to make my way, and I determined to land and wait until the storm was over.”

He managed to finally get to shore and take shelter in a stand of trees, and it was then that there was a lull in the storm just enough for him to make out over the slashing rain and crashing thunder the sound of drums thumping and beating from an Indian camp, accompanied by the sound of chanting. Considering that the Natives of the area were friendly, he tied up his boat securely and made his way towards the sounds of the camp, which became louder and clearer as he drew near. The storm chose that time to become even more intense than before, with lightning ominously flashing across the sky and the rumble of thunder shaking the earth, but he managed to make it within sight of the camp, and he says of what happened next:

“The storm had now come down worse than ever, and the lightning was almost blinding. I made my way through the timber as fast as possible, it not being any too safe in such close proximity to the trees, and coming out into an open glade of quite an extent, I saw before me the Indian camp not more than two hundred yards away. I could see men and women, and even children, moving about among the lodges, and what struck me as strange was the fact that the fires in the centre of many of the tents shone through the entrances, which were open. This surprised me, as you do not often find the Indians moving about in the wet if they can help it. They generally keep their lodges well closed during a thunder storm, of which they are very much afraid. They look upon thunder as being the noise made by one of their deities called the “Old Man,” while throwing great boulders from the mountains. There were, I should consider, about twenty lodges in the camp, and a band of horses could be seen grazing not far off on the other side of the camp.

I stood for a few seconds watching and considering which lodge to make for, and had taken a few steps towards the one nearest me, when I seemed to be surrounded by a blaze of lightning, and at the same time a crash of thunder followed that fairly stunned me for nearly a minute, and sent me on my back. A large tree not far off was struck. I could hear the rending of the wood, and it was afterwards found nearly riven in half. Some of the electric fluid had partly stunned and thrown me down. I was fortunate to have escaped with my life, and, as it was, it was a few minutes before I was able to rise and look around. I looked towards the place where the camp stood, but to my unutterable astonishment as well as terror, it was not there. It was quite light, although still storming heavily, and was not much after four o’clock. A few minutes before not only a large Indian camp had stood there, and the voices of the Indians could be distinctly heard, but now all had suddenly disappeared, even to the band of horses that were quietly grazing there only a few minutes before.

I stood for a moment almost dumb with astonishment, seeing and hearing nothing, when suddenly an overwhelming sense of terror seemed to seize me, and almost without knowing what I did, I ran towards the bank overlooking the river, which was about a quarter of a mile away, dropping my gun as I ran. I did not stop until I reached the top of the bank, and there I had to rest for want of breath. Here I managed to gather my wits together, and to think of what had taken place. The open place where the camp had stood was in plain sight from where I was, with the clump of trees behind towards the river, but it was empty, and not a tent or human being in sight. There was nothing but the trees tossed by the storm and the driving rain, and now and then a flash of lightning. I could even then hardly believe my eyes, but there was no doubt about it, and I did not remain long in sight of that spot, and being afraid to go down to my boat, I determined to walk down the river bank to the fort, which must have been a good fifteen miles away. It was one of the hardest journeys I ever undertook. What with the shock from being thrown down, and then the most astonishing and inexplicable disappearance of the camp, and also being soaked to the skin, I was in a most uncomfortable condition. The storm continued until night, when it cleared up, and I made my way into the fort at about midnight, completely fagged out, turning into bed at once, with no explanation to anyone.”

The following morning, Denny would tell some other officers in his regiment about what he had seen during that storm, but he was merely laughed at, and no one believed him. He was told it had all been in his head or that he was making up tall tales, but he knew what he had seen, and he could not explain it. He decided to travel back to the spot where the mysterious camp had been, taking one of the Indians and a Blackfoot interpreter with him, and they managed to find the spot fairly quickly, its spot hard to miss because of the unique bend of the river and rock formations nearby, but there was no sign of a camp there and they were met with an eerie quiet. Denny would write about what they found:

“We found the place without trouble, but it was vacant, and look as we could no sign of any recent camp was to be seen. A few rings of stone partly overgrown with grass showed where an old camp had been many years ago, and on questioning the Indian, he stated that the Blackfeet had surprised and slaughtered a camp of Cree Indians at that place many years ago, and in fact we came across two bleached skulls lying in the grass. The Indian did not seem to have any superstitions regarding that place. We found where a tree had been struck by lightning, and the boat and gun we brought away. I have, until now, but seldom mentioned this circumstance, but I am to-day as firmly convinced as ever that the Indian camp, together with the men, women, and the horses, was most certainly there, and that I suffered under no hallucination whatever, but account for it I cannot, and look upon it as one of those inexplicable riddles which cannot be solved.”

Were they somehow transported temporarily to another time through means we may never fully understand? Or is there some other, more rational explanation? Was this a case of another time somehow transposing itself onto the present? Was it some sort of mysterious interdimensional phenomenon? It remains unknown, and it goes to show just how far back weird time-slip stories go.
A very strange and prolonged time slip case was uncovered by paranormal researcher Carl Grove, who found a witness on the forum for the Unexplained Mysteries site who had a very bizarre story to tell. The witness, a Native American who calls himself James Two Hats, engaged with Grove in a long correspondence, during which time he would weave a fantastic tale of a mystical cave, vision quests, spirits, a ghostly phantom storm, and travel through time. The witness’s testimony is as odd as it is engaging, with Jimmy claiming to have had visions and psychic abilities from a very young age. When he later served in the Vietnam War, he claims that these powers were recognized by his higher-ups, and that he was recruited into a “highly secret operation” that was using psychics to try and gain an advantage in the war, including remote viewers, clairvoyants, and any gifted person the military could get their hands on. Jimmy was one of these, although he says that his memories of his time with the program seem to have been mostly wiped, but that the vestiges of what he does remember are like nascent flashes from a half-remembered nightmare and are “confused and some of them are horrific.”

After the war, he spent a long time trying to come to terms with post-traumatic stress disorder, as well as with his psychic abilities and what he had experienced during his time in the program. He had frequent, horrific nightmares that involved creatures dragging him away through the walls, and he developed a profound fear of the dark. He was getting very little sleep and it was deeply affecting his life, and it was at this time that he began feeling a powerful pull towards a place that he had known about since his childhood, a cave he calls Cob Cave, near Jasper, Arkansas, located next to a sacred lake in what is now Buffalo National Park. He explained to Grove about this cave:

“The place scared me. There was a place on the trail to it where I always felt the air change from warm to cold, it was like crossing a line I couldn't see and it happened in any season. I tried to point out the spot to other people but I was the only one who felt it. The cave is a beautiful place with a creek and a waterfall on the open side, and it frightened me down to my bones. In 1990 I was going through some hard personal times and decided to take up some of the old Indian ways and get back into my meditation as well, to try to put my life on a better course. Part of what happened involved a resurgence of connection with that cave. I felt there was someplace I had to go, and that was how it started. Cob Cave rang up, felt like the place. I said to myself, Is it Cob Cave? and something else in my mind said, Yes.”

Over the next several weeks, he began having long conversations with these voices in his head, which he claimed were coming from outside of himself and were those of mysterious spirits. These voices told him that he was special, and that he had latent powers he could only dream of, but that to unlock them fully, he needed to make an overnight vision quest to that cave. Jimmy was told that there he would learn things, that he would be tested, and that his eyes would be opened, but that it would also be dangerous and that he only had about a 50% chance of surviving his coming ordeal. He was also told that if he were to refuse, then he would forget all of it and that his life would go back to normal as if nothing had happened. Curious as to what was at that cave and what would happen, he accepted, and says of what happened next:

“They gave me some advice about how to live for the next month, that being the amount of time I had to wait, and then they stopped talking. So for about a month I lived a very clean life, ate only the old foods, and wondered if I was crazy or not. When the time came, I had to go, or I would have lost all self-respect. I took portions of the old foods as offerings, took a bottle of ginger soda, and a book of matches. I drove down to the cave trailhead and sat in my car until after closing hours, and walked up to it as the sun went down, managing to avoid any late hikers or rangers by dodging behind trees and fading into the shadows here and there. When I was sure everyone else had gone I went into the cave, barely able to find my way to the ledge at the back, and then I knew I was there for the night no matter what because it was too dark to find my way out.”

He found a spot in that cold, dank darkness and sat down to wait for what was in store for him, wary of what the spirits had told him, but the voices in his head were silent for the time being. He waited there in the dark, and at first nothing happened, just silence, to the point that he began to think that he was perhaps losing his mind. After all, he had driven out to this remote cave on the whim of voices in his head telling him to go on a vision quest and wait alone in that cave for some sort of spiritual test, so perhaps his grip on reality was loosening. That was when it seemed the test began in spectacular fashion. He would explain of what he experienced:

“Ghostly apparitions confronted me and attacked me, and if I disregarded them as just illusion they elbowed me in the ribs or stabbed me with sharp objects. An unexplainable storm came up and focused directly on the valley and the mountain above me, and even blew through the cave itself. I thought at one point I might be in a tornado and lightning hit the mountain nine times. Each time I could hear the rocks behind me crackling and popping as the charge dissipated and it was like the lightning was looking for me, getting closer to me with each strike. I truly thought I was going to die and I was lying back to the wall as low as I could get, up until it all struck me as funny and I sat up and started laughing and cheering on the storm, things swirling around me in the wind, rocks falling from the cave roof, lightning flashing and thunder booming and the creek roaring past in full flood, and I felt completely in harmony with all of it. Within moments it all stopped, and I assumed it was all over, maybe I even passed the test.”

When the ordeal suddenly stopped as soon as it had begun, Jimmy was alone once more in that cave, cold, wet, and thirsty, with just an hour left before the approaching sunrise. He thought about trying to feel his way out of the cave, but deemed it too dangerous because it was still too dark, and so he felt around for a dry place to try and lie down for a rest. When he finally found a good spot and was about to take a nap, he then noticed a strange light filling the cave and lighting up the actual rocks, the cave walls glowing brighter and brighter as he wondered what was coming next after that first spiritual assault. He explains of the bizarre events that would transpire:

“What happened, happened instantly. Suddenly the rock around me wasn't solid any longer, a circular area around me didn't have rock in it anymore and I had been depending on that rock for support. I scrambled for a grip on something but started falling like I'd jumped out of a plane, straight down, going through hoops of light that now remind me of what Black Elk described as the Hoops of Nations, hoops within hoops within hoops and I was flashing through them with a whoosh. After what felt like a long fall with a sudden right turn, I found myself standing in the cave unharmed, but things were very different. It was the same place, but it was daytime, maybe early afternoon from the angle of the light. Late summer by the smell of things, a crispness already in the air. Across the hollow that borders the cave I saw a red clay slope dotted with huge widely spaced evergreen trees, where I should have seen rocky steps cut into the limestone by the CCC, second growth oak and hickory forest, and a stand of slender pawpaws.
It was how things should have looked there, ten thousand years before, and I began to worry about how I was supposed to get home because I didn't appear to be waking up. I pinched myself and it hurt a lot but accomplished nothing. Then I heard voices to my left, people talking in a language I did not know, and my first thought was that I'd somehow fallen back in time and now some Indian people were going to torture me to death. They turned out to be friendly, though, and I stayed with them for several weeks before they sent me back. When I came back, I was on that same stone I fell through, lying flat on my back and fully conscious, dry and warm even inside my boots.”

What was going on here? Did this man somehow travel through the walls of that cave and through time and space? If so, then how was this possible? Was it the doing of the spirits or some latent quality of his already innate psychic powers, somehow enhanced and focused by the cave? Jimmy himself believes that some places are inherently imbued with mysterious energies, and that anyone can access them and use them to travel through time and space if only they can harness their ability to do so and sharpen their perceptions. He says that shamans have long sought to achieve this through vision quests, although he admits that it would be rare for one such as him to do so without disciplined training. In his case, he claims that it was the fact that the cave was a potent example of one of these power points, plus his psychic abilities and perception and focus cleaned through meditation that had allowed him to do this without proper guidance and training. He says of his ideas on all of this:

“I've regularly practiced meditation nearly my entire life and I also practice chi gong and some of the Shaolin methods for generating and controlling energy. It's fair to say that I have perceptions and consciousness at levels most other people do not... I believe that anyone has this potential but few of us use it. The test of the lake had that purpose, to separate out those who have a strong natural talent for this. Other people would not see the lake at all and perceiving a time slip event should be much that way, depending partly on the ability of the individual to release the dominant view of the world.

I've read that in the old times, and possibly even now, certain shamans were able to use these high energy places as physical transportation. It was a high level talent few people acquired, but those who achieved it could teleport from one place of high energy to another. Often these places were marked by circular structures, naturally occurring as trees or stone formations, but in some cases these energy vortexes were only specific places on a flat plain, for example marked by nothing but an odd sensation when you passed over them. People would mark these spots with circles of stones. A shaman could move instantly from one to another even when the two points were separated by hundreds of miles.

To me this seems to be partly based on energy and partly on perception. the two different vortexes harmonize, overlapping in terms of force, and if you know the place you intend to go to, perceiving that place instead of yourstarting point puts you there... A similar effect might explain the timeslips, as harmonies of energy surges that occur in the same place but apart in time. Human perception might be essential to this, as a catalytic force. Houses might not appear if no one is there to see them. Without a mind present the energy might remain formless, a fog that comes and goes without incident.”

It is all a rather bizarre account, and one is left to wonder just what to do with it. Is this just hallucinations, drugs, or fantasy, or is there something more to it? Did this witness go out into the great beyond past what we think we know, or is he simply pulling our chain? So what are we to make of time slips? Are these people actually traveling through time? Are they merely viewing a past that has somehow been imprinted on reality as if images to film? Could it involve forays into parallel dimensions, perhaps pushing through some thin spot between realities? Whatever the case may be, these potentially provide very strange and bizarre accounts offering a peek into worlds and realities beyond what we know, and true or not are all damn strange tales all the same.

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[nivek]

Mysterious 'Trump' airships appearing in 100-year-old sketchbooks sparks 'time traveler' theories​

A wild theory claims President Donald Trump may be a time traveler, with clues scattered through art and literature for more than a century.

Sketches of futuristic aircraft drawn by artist Charles Dellschau, a Prussian immigrant who came to the US in 1850 and died in 1923, mysteriously contain the word 'TRUMP' and even featured the number 47 - the number of presidents the US has had.

Before his death, Dellschau created depictions of fantastical flying machines that he called 'aeros,' which often resembled a mix of early airships, balloons and primitive airplanes.

However, conspiracy theorists have seized on the repeated appearance of Trump's name and the numbers associated with both of his terms in the White House as the 45th and 47th commander-in-chief.

The extraordinary theory has also been connected to old novels by Ingersoll Lockwood from the late 1800s, which featured a young character named 'Baron Trump' who embarked on incredible adventures with a wise mentor, Don.

In Lockwood's books, Baron lives in a grand place called Castle Trump and is guided by Don, adding even more intrigue to the theory that America's first family was foretold decades before the president's birth.

While some have claimed the artist and author had some mysterious method of knowing the future, others have claimed, without evidence, that the similarities prove the Trump family has time-travel technology and used it to influence world events.

One person on social media claimed: 'Either Trump is a time traveler or someone put in 200 years of work to make a guy who wasn't even born yet look like he is one.'





Trump's name and the numbers 45 and 47 are seen on multiple images, which allegedly reference his terms as the 45th and 47th president.

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[The shadow]

A old book that logs the adventures of baron trump. His manservant Donald . Baron trump lives in a tower in castle trump located in New York. He goes to Russia to meet "Putin lord of pudding."