Time Slips and Time Traveling?

pigfarmer

tall, thin, irritable
The concept of a special few being spared from [fill in catastrophe of your choice] isn't all that unique. Jehovah Witnesses already made reservations for 144,000 well in advance. Marshall Applewhite was a bit more realistic and polite about the whole thing - small group that had their dress code and Uber fare ready ahead of time.

This recent prophet will have to speak to the maître d about availability - or St. Peter or Fek'lhr or whoever.....
 

nivek

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Painting from the 1860s that seems to show a young woman using an iPhone convinces people time travel is real!

A 'time-travel' painting from the 1860s of a woman holding what looks to be an iPhone has left art lovers puzzled.

The painting, called The Expected One, made by Ferdinand George Waldmüller around 150 years ago.

The piece of art hangs in display at the Neue Pinakothek museum in Munich and was spotted by retired Glasgow local government officer Peter Russell.

It appears to show a woman in a 19th century dress holding a rectangular black object in her hand, reminiscent of a 21st century mobile phone.

The young woman is looking down at the object, which bears remarkable similarity to a scene that's become all too familiar today - 'distracted walkers' who dominate pathways with phones in their hands.

The famous painting first went viral in 2017, when users took to social media to joke that the woman was ignoring the man because she was swiping on a dating app.

But it has since resurfaced, with people discussing whether the painting is a sign of time travel.


The piece of art hangs in display at the Neue Pinakothek museum in Munich. It appears to show a woman in a 19th century dress holding a rectangular black object in her hand, reminiscent of a 21st century mobile phone


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spacecase0

earth human

Painting from the 1860s that seems to show a young woman using an iPhone convinces people time travel is real!

A 'time-travel' painting from the 1860s of a woman holding what looks to be an iPhone has left art lovers puzzled.

The painting, called The Expected One, made by Ferdinand George Waldmüller around 150 years ago.

The piece of art hangs in display at the Neue Pinakothek museum in Munich and was spotted by retired Glasgow local government officer Peter Russell.

It appears to show a woman in a 19th century dress holding a rectangular black object in her hand, reminiscent of a 21st century mobile phone.

The young woman is looking down at the object, which bears remarkable similarity to a scene that's become all too familiar today - 'distracted walkers' who dominate pathways with phones in their hands.

The famous painting first went viral in 2017, when users took to social media to joke that the woman was ignoring the man because she was swiping on a dating app.

But it has since resurfaced, with people discussing whether the painting is a sign of time travel.


The piece of art hangs in display at the Neue Pinakothek museum in Munich. It appears to show a woman in a 19th century dress holding a rectangular black object in her hand, reminiscent of a 21st century mobile phone


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my guess is a compass.

I still don't think a modern phone would rattle past people,
just a time traveler that got stuck in the past...
I would help out a time traveler and even in I told others, in 50 years everyone would have forgotten about the story
 

pigfarmer

tall, thin, irritable
I intend to take one of those old Y2K hand crank flashlights the next time I time travel or parachute into an uncontacted primitive culture
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nivek

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Is the boy in this 400-year-old painting wearing a pair of Nike trainers? Art lovers believe they have spotted proof that time travel must exist

A 400-year-old gallery portrait appears to show a young boy wearing a pair of Nike trainers, it has been claimed. The portrait by Dutch painter Ferdinand Bol, at the National Gallery, London, depicts a pensive-looking eight-year-old boy holding a goblet. But amused tourists pointed out the boy appeared to be wearing a pair of Nike trainers.

Mother Fiona Foskett, 57, spotted the anomaly while visiting the London museum with her daughter 23-year-old daughter Holly. Mrs Foskett, from the Isle of Wight, said the trainers 'really stood out' and joked that the boy was a 'time traveller'. She told The Sun: 'I was looking at the painting and the trainers really stuck out to me. I said to my daughter, 'Hold on, is he wearing a pair of Nike trainers?'

'It had us in fits of laughter. He's certainly a trendy-looking youngster. Looking at the age, he must have got his hands on the first pair of Nike trainers ever made. Or is he actually a time traveller?'

The boy in the picture is said to be Frederick Sluysken - the second cousin of artist Bol's wife and the son of a wealthy wine merchant. A National Gallery spokesman said: 'We are delighted that this picture has been such a hit with our visitors.

'It resonated with followers when we put out a tweet asking people to see if they could spot a more "modern" detail by taking a closer look at the shoes of the eight-year-old boy in the portrait.'


The portrait by Dutch painter Ferdinand Bol, at the National Gallery, London, depicts a pensive-looking eight-year-old boy holding a goblet


Mother Fiona Foskett, 57, spotted the anomaly while visiting the London museum with her daughter 23-year-old daughter Holly


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nivek

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Intriguing 'TIME SLIP' Experienced in the Arizona Desert

An Arizona man is test-driving his car in the desert late at night. Since it's late he decides to spend the night in an old abandoned adobe. But he later finds out that the adobe really did not exist.

"Back in 1988, I lived many miles out in the Arizona desert. At that time I worked 2 jobs and a lot of hours. Each month I worked my schedules out so that I had 4 days in a row off. During this time I would mess around with my hot rod and race to make a little extra money. I was always doing stuff to my car to improve speed, performance whatever edge I could get. Well, on one of my days off I installed a new carb and dialed it in. I always took my car out to the desert to test it.

On this particular day, I had worked until evening, but I took it out for a test anyway. So I was having fun testing her out and it got dark on me. Instead of trying to get back home, I decided to just stay and sleep in my car. I was just driving around finding a place to park and sleep.

I came across this old adobe and decided I'd check it out and sleep. It was kind of small and an old ruin. I found an old fireplace inside and it looked more comfortable than sleeping in my car. I grabbed a flashlight, turned on my headlights, and gathered a little brush and some small bit of wood. I grabbed a blanket from my car and an old cushion I had for a pillow. So I built a little fire and settled in.

In the morning I awoke early, gathered my stuff, and headed back to an old 1950s trailer where I lived. A friend stopped by to visit later in the day. He had lived in that area all his life and was very familiar with the desert there. So, he asks, where was I last night since he had stopped by with some whiskey but you weren't home. So I told him the story of where I was.

When I got to the part about the adobe, he listened. Then he asked about the adobe. I told him where it was and he said that there is no adobe out there. I said yeah, I slept there. He still said no adobe. So I said jump in the car I'll show you.

So we drove around and I found the spot, but there was no adobe. My tire tracks were there. I could still see where I built the fire. Everything is there but no adobe. He's quiet as I'm confused, looking around. I said to him that it was here last night. He says that he's been here all his life, and knows this desert. There has been no adobe here. He says that I went somewhere maybe into the past, but there isn't no adobe here. He's never seen one here ever in his life.

So I don't know what happened that night. I wasn't drunk or high and I know it was there. So, I looked for it for years but never found it again. Does anyone out there know what happened that night?"

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Rick Hunter

Celestial
I have always believed that the past still exists, and in some places this can be experienced. There are places in my daily travels where my mind can sense the energies of past people and activities. I feel like I can get so close to looking into or even stepping through a "window" (don't know any better term for it) where past people, structures, and activities still exist. Like I'm pulling on the door handle but it won't open. I've been into antiques since I was a kid, especially glass and ceramic insulators used for telegraph, telephone, and power lines. When I hold these in my hands the energy they contain is very perceptible to my mind, and I don't know how to move forward and engage it more.
 

nivek

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Hospital Elevator Opens Into the 'Twilight Zone!'

A woman was staying in her mother's room at the hospital. At one point she took the elevator to the floor where the snack machines were located. That's when she experienced her own 'Twilight Zone' moment!

“Back when my mom was in the hospital, I stayed with her for 5 days. She was on the 6th floor whereas the food court and snack machines were on the basement floor. I live in a small town so our hospital is the only one with 6 floors. I rode up and down the elevator so much that I knew this place like the back of my hands.

Anyway, one day I went down to get a drink and a Kit Kat. Everything was normal except the coke machine card reader didn't work. When I got off the elevator on the 6th floor, there were just empty walls. There are no nurses stations, no rooms, no painting, no furniture, nothing. I walked towards one end to see random size white buildings and the other end to see tall skyscrapers and a shiny, metal window type building. I called out over and over but no one replied. I walked to the elevator stop and they were missing. I took out my phone to call the hospital to tell them I was lost but my phone didn't have any bars (this was years ago with flip phones). I kept looking at the windows hoping to find some sort of person to alert but no one was down there; no cars for miles. After realizing I was literally screwed, panic attacks kicked in.

I sat on the floor, staring at the wall, trying to calm myself down for a half hour. When I woke up, the place looked the same except for the elevators. They were back and I sighed of relief. I got in, pushed to the 5th floor of the maternity ward and the doors shut. When they opened, there were the basic light colored walls, borders trimmed with cute duckies and the sounds of people talking and babies crying. I found the fire escape and figured I'd take my chances on getting to mom's floor. I opened the door and I was back on the 6th floor, the real one.

I walked into mom's room and she said 'That was fast.' I told her I must have been gone for over an hour but she said I had been gone for less than 5 minutes. I looked at the TV and The Bold & The Beautiful was still on (it's a 30 minute show). I don't know what happened to me or where I was but I still don’t trust elevators.”

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pigfarmer

tall, thin, irritable

Hospital Elevator Opens Into the 'Twilight Zone!'

A woman was staying in her mother's room at the hospital. At one point she took the elevator to the floor where the snack machines were located. That's when she experienced her own 'Twilight Zone' moment!

“Back when my mom was in the hospital, I stayed with her for 5 days. She was on the 6th floor whereas the food court and snack machines were on the basement floor. I live in a small town so our hospital is the only one with 6 floors. I rode up and down the elevator so much that I knew this place like the back of my hands.

Anyway, one day I went down to get a drink and a Kit Kat. Everything was normal except the coke machine card reader didn't work. When I got off the elevator on the 6th floor, there were just empty walls. There are no nurses stations, no rooms, no painting, no furniture, nothing. I walked towards one end to see random size white buildings and the other end to see tall skyscrapers and a shiny, metal window type building. I called out over and over but no one replied. I walked to the elevator stop and they were missing. I took out my phone to call the hospital to tell them I was lost but my phone didn't have any bars (this was years ago with flip phones). I kept looking at the windows hoping to find some sort of person to alert but no one was down there; no cars for miles. After realizing I was literally screwed, panic attacks kicked in.

I sat on the floor, staring at the wall, trying to calm myself down for a half hour. When I woke up, the place looked the same except for the elevators. They were back and I sighed of relief. I got in, pushed to the 5th floor of the maternity ward and the doors shut. When they opened, there were the basic light colored walls, borders trimmed with cute duckies and the sounds of people talking and babies crying. I found the fire escape and figured I'd take my chances on getting to mom's floor. I opened the door and I was back on the 6th floor, the real one.

I walked into mom's room and she said 'That was fast.' I told her I must have been gone for over an hour but she said I had been gone for less than 5 minutes. I looked at the TV and The Bold & The Beautiful was still on (it's a 30 minute show). I don't know what happened to me or where I was but I still don’t trust elevators.”

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Langoliers coming to gobble her up?

That's a variation of a story they tell from Gettysburg - the Seminary building I think - except the elevator opened on a scene of post battle surgery.
 

nivek

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Woman 'Frozen in Time' While Walking Down Street

A peculiar piece of footage circulating online shows a woman seemingly frozen in time and some viewers suspect that the eerie moment was a proverbial glitch in the matrix. Little is known about the circumstances surrounding the odd video, which was reportedly shared on TikTok last week by a user believed to be in the United Kingdom. In the footage, the woman appears to be stuck in mid-stride as she strolls down the sidewalk and the bewildered witness exclaims "Why is she frozen?" Although she resumes walking a few seconds later, the individual who filmed the video claims that she had remained still "for a minute."

Since being posted online, the video has spread like wildfire and amassed millions of views as people debate what exactly is unfolding in the footage. Noting the way in which the woman's hair even seems to be frozen, many people have suggested that she somehow got caught in some kind of time glitch. That said, more skeptical viewers have argued that the puzzling scene is either a computer generated hoax or, failing that, perhaps a hoax orchestrated by the woman and the man behind the camera.


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pigfarmer

tall, thin, irritable
I was going to put this in Strange & Bizarre News because it's likely just a kook but on second thought, that feller's running around with no pants and a friggin' spear. That's waaaaaaaay off the grid old school. Maybe it IS really Fred Flintstone and he's wondering where Wilma went.

Naked ‘Wolf Man’ spotted by hikers in German mountains: ‘He wouldn’t take his eyes off us’

Naked ‘Wolf Man’ spotted by hikers in German mountains: ‘He wouldn’t take his eyes off us’​

By Richard Pollina August 25, 2023 6:40am

Nightmare fuel.


Hikers captured a bone-chilling photo of a mysterious naked “wolf man,” who officials believe has lived in the wild for at least 5 years, as they traveled through Germany’s Harz Mountains on Tuesday.


Gina Weiss and her friend Tobi encountered the unkempt figure who sat on a rock and seemingly carried a spear in the heart of the wildness, telling German newspaper Bild that the figure “wouldn’t take his eyes (off) us.”


Weiss, 31, said the chance encounter with the unknown mountain man lasted about 10 minutes as she explored the woods near Blankenburg, about 150 miles outside of Berlin.


“When we reached the sand caves we saw the wolf man,” Weiss told the outlet. “He stood up high on one of the caves and held a long wooden stick like a lance in his arm.”


Weiss estimated the man to be in his 40s and said it looked as if he was from the prehistoric era.

The man was spotted unkempt in ragged clothing in the deep wilderness of the Harz mountains in Germany. The man was spotted unkempt in ragged clothing in the deep wilderness of the Harz mountains in Germany.BILD
“He wouldn’t take his eyes off us, said nothing. He looked dirty like a Stone Age man from a history book,” she revealed.


The Times reported that police in Blankenburg received multiple reports over the past five years of a bizarre figure draped in “wolf fur or in a wolf costume” who roamed freely in its wilderness.


In March, authorities received a call from a distressed hiker demanding help, saying, “There’s a wolf man running around here” in the park — sharing that unexplainable fire bolts were appearing around the area of the figure, the outlet said.

The region is known for its vastly complex landscape and heavy vegetation. The region is known for its vastly complex landscape and heavy vegetation.dpa/picture alliance via Getty I
However, emergency personnel couldn’t find the “wolf man” when they reached the site for its investigation.


Members of the Blankenburg fire brigade also reported seeing a man roaming the forest, only to scurry away when noticing the crew, the outlet reported from MDR, the regional public broadcaster of Saxony-Anhalt — the state where Blankenburg is located.


Emergency personnel explained their concern lies more that a man is living in the woods and could cause a detrimental wildfire than the legend of a “wolf man” stalking hikers out in the wild.

The highest peak, known as The Brocken, in the Harz Mountain region. The Brocken is the highest peak in the Harz Mountain region.Getty Images A steam train of the Harzer Schmalspurbahn narrow-gauge railway makes its way through the snowy landscape to reach the summit of the Brocken mountain in Schierke in the Harz region Many eerie and strange tales have sparked from the vast wildness of the mountain region.DPA/AFP via Getty Images
“Someone clearly knows how to live outside and adapt to the changing seasons,” Alexander Beck, the head of Blankenburg fire brigade, told Bild.


Located in northern Germany, the Harz Moutain range stretches 68 miles into the German states Sachsen-Anhalt and Niedersachsen, with its highest peak being The Brocken, towering over the landscape at more than 3,700 ft, according to the park’s website.


The region is known for its labyrinth landscape and dense vegetation, which differs throughout its massive reach.


Eerie legends and myths of strange and otherworldly creatures lurking in the vast mountain ranges and wilderness are nothing new for German folk tales and fables.

Women in a witch costumes pose during training for the 'Night of Nights in the Harz' in Wolfshagen, Germany, 24 April 2016. Women in witch costumes pose during “Walpurgis night” in Wolfshagen, Germany, on April 24, 2016.picture alliance via Getty Image People dress as devils and witches during Walpurgis Night, also referred to as Witches' Night. People dress as devils and witches during Walpurgis Night, also referred to as “Witches’ Night.”DPA/AFP via Getty Images
A third of the country is covered by dense woodland, and the Harz region’s forest is entrenched with lore focused around witches, ancient cults, and frightening devilish beasts prowling in the shadows.


The culture around witches in the wilderness runs deep enough that locals in the area celebrate a festival called “Walpurgis Night” or “Witches’ Night” on April 30 of each year since 870 CE, according to World History.org.


The centuries-old lore dating back sometime in mid-700 CE, tells the tale of witches descending to the highest mountain peaks of the Harz region on “May Day’s Eve,” when their powers are legend to be most potent and danced around the fire while entering an unholy matrimony with the devil.



The event is to pay respect to a ninth-century English missionary named Saint Walpurga, who repelled the witch’s evilness that was wreaking havoc on the nearby towns, according to the outlet.

The festival is often referred to as “the second Halloween.”

According to the legend, a well-lit fire is meant to keep evil spirits away — only further fueling the strangeness of the fire sites found throughout the National Park as of recent.
 

Rick Hunter

Celestial
I don't think it's impossible that a modern person decided to just say fuck it to everything above stone age level and live like an early human. They probably studied up on archaeological findings of early humans, wilderness survival, edible plants, animal snares, and other useful things before making the switch. Ted Kaczynski didn't live much above that level. The picture is kind of blurry to me, but it looks like wolf man's hair and beard are not particularly long and somewhat groomed. I think this is an indication that he was "civilized" at some point.

Beyond that, I believe there are places on Earth where the border between planes of existence or even periods of history is thin and porous. This forest could be one of them, and has a really long history of supernatural activity.
 
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pigfarmer

tall, thin, irritable
Humans have survival capacity we don't realize and yeah, that's probably just a lunatic. People like that probably explain a number of weird encounters that have been categorized as something else.
 

nivek

As Above So Below
This is where the timeline veered course.



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nivek

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Strange Stories of Time Travel: Going Back and Going Ahead

By: Nick Redfern

There's no doubt that time travel is a fascinating phenomenon. And with that said, I'm going to share with you a handful of examples. One of the strangest stories of paranormal weirdness at Loch Ness comes from an acclaimed author on all manner of mysteries, Andrew Collins. As Christmas 1979 loomed, Collins – with colleagues Graham Phillips (a parapsychologist) and Martin Keatman (a UFO investigator) – spent a week in Scotland, investigating the Nessie enigma. It involved interviewing witnesses, spending time poring over old archives in Inverness’ library, and checking out the loch itself. It was while they were deep in the heart of their investigation that the trio uncovered a very weird story. Back in the early 18th century a young couple inexplicably vanished while riding a horse and trap near Loch End, on the south shores of Loch Ness. Rumors circulated that the pair was either murdered or abducted. And neither the horse nor the trap were ever seen again. It would have remained a complete mystery, were it not for one thing; a very uncanny thing.

More than one hundred years later, and at the height of tumultuous thunderstorm, a young man and woman walked into a local almshouse, inquiring if the priest that oversaw it would give them shelter for the night, which he did. The priest couldn’t fail to see that the pair was dressed in the kind of clothing that was popular around a century or so earlier. Plus, they seemed very confused, dazed and bewildered, and completely unable to explain where they were from. They remained in that odd, altered state for a couple of days, after which they simply walked out of the almshouse and were never seen again. When the story got out, however, several of the locals recalled old tales of the events of a century earlier, and the missing pair of young lovers. Was this, perhaps, a case of a slip in time having occurred? Did the couple vanish from the 18th century, only to briefly and incredibly manifest in the 19th? Possibly, yes. Moving on...

Not unlike the DeLorean that Michael J. Fox’s character, Marty McFly, drives in Back to the Future, the cars of the Men in Black are here one second and gone the next. That may very well be because those “Cars in Black” are exiting our time and into another realm – and vice-versa. In light of all that, I’ll now demonstrate how easy it is to see how and why the M.I.B., and those mysterious cars, go together – and all in relation to time-travel. Welcome to the world of the C.I.B. – the Cars in Black. Dr. Josef Allen Hynek, a well-renowned UFO authority who died in 1986, was provided with the details of a fantastically-strange MIB encounter that occurred in a small Minnesota town in late 1975, and that falls firmly into just such a category. Ironically, no UFO was seen on this particular occasion, but the chief witness was harassed by the driver of a large, black Cadillac on a particular stretch of highway, and who nearly forced the man into an adjacent ditch. The irate man quickly righted his vehicle and headed off in hot-pursuit, only to see the black Cadillac…lift into the air and, quite literally, disappear in the blink of any eye. See what I mean about the parallels between the world of Hollywood and the domain of real-world time-travel?

UFO expert, Jenny Randles, who penned an excellent book on the M.I.B., The Truth Behind Men in Black, investigated a very similar affair that took place in the U.K. in the summer of 1981. In this specific situation, the witness, a man named Jim Wilson, had encountered something odd – but not too amazing –in the night sky, and was, unfortunately, visited by two Men in Black. They were, of course, the pale, skinny, sickly-looking M.I.B. that terrified Albert Bender way back in the 1950s. The two men told Wilson – in stern and creepy fashion – that all he had seen in the skies above was a Soviet satellite orbiting the Earth; specifically Cosmos 408. And, that he had better keep his mouth firmly shut. The whole thing would have come to an end, except for one thing: the M.I.B. wouldn’t leave. Night after night they would carefully position their Car in Black – a Jaguar car of 1960s-era vintage - and stare intently toward Wilson’s home and with mad-dog eyes. Wilson’s anxiety levels began to rise. No surprise there. When things got too much Wilson called the local police.

After seeing the vehicle positioned outside Wilson’s car several times, and then managing to get a good look at his license plate – which the police were quickly able to confirm as being totally bogus – they carefully closed in, with the intention of speaking with the pair of MIB and finding out the nature of their game. Unfortunately, they never got the chance to do so. As two uniformed officers approached the vehicle and prepared to knock on one of the windows, the black Jaguar melted away into nothingness. There was, not surprisingly, a deep reluctance on the part of the officers to prepare any kind of written report alluding to such an event in the station log-book. Just like the Men in Black themselves, even their vehicles are seemingly able to perform disappearing acts of a near-ghost-like nature. Now, to another angle of time-travel.

How can it be that people have experiences that strongly suggest they have the ability to briefly see into the future, when the future is still yet to come? If you think about it rationally, it should be an impossible situation. For example, how could I, or indeed anyone else, dream of a terrible disaster and with an equally terrible loss of life – only to learn later that on the following day your dream came true? The example I have used is not one of a theoretical nature. It’s a story that dates back to the mid-1960s. The location South Wales, U.K. The specific site: a small village called Aberfan. The one thing - more than anything else - that dominated the area was its colliery, situated close to the village itself. Indeed, many of the men of the village worked in the colliery. That is, until the morning of October 21, 1966. One of the main offshoots of the coal-mining was the large amount of waste material that was generated every working day and that had to be removed regularly. Indeed, there were seven “spoil tips” in the area – spoil tips being locations where superfluous material was piled up. And more and more. Aberfan was surrounded by no less than seven such tips. Tip 7 was the one that led to death on a massive scale.

Had all of the superfluous soil been buried underground, then the awful disaster on the 21st would never have occurred, and 116 children and 28 adults would not have lost their lives. Unfortunately, most of the waste was not buried below the surface. And, as a consequence, all of those people did die. The biggest mistake was that the local mining company opted to dump all of the massive amounts of soil onto the hill that surrounded – and still surround – Aberfan. It loomed over the landscape like the sword of Damocles. As fate would have it, the month of October 1966 saw an incredible amount of rain hit the village of Aberfan and its surroundings. Day after day more and more rain pummeled the area. It didn’t just do that, though. The deluge had to go somewhere. It did. A number of springs in the vicinity began to fill with rainwater, something that, unknowingly, and bit by bit, began to turn the huge waste material into wet, muddy, slurry. More rain meant more slurry. Something had to give. Sadly, that’s exactly what happened.

On the morning of October 21, approximately half a million tons of that slurry mixed with mud and rain began to move down the hill like some unstoppable monster. The fact that the slope on which the superfluous waste was 111-feet high, meant that by the time the village itself was hit, the sliding mass had reached speeds up to twenty-miles per hour. Worse still: it was the local school, Pantglas Junior School, on Moy Road that was hit by the worst of it all. It almost sounds impossible, yet within mere moments the school was engulfed by a wave of slurry waste that reached a height of around thirty-feet. Had the children and teachers been outside at the time, the likelihood is that they would have survived. Or, at least, many of them would have. In yet another terrible act of fate, all of the children had just finished singing “All Things Bright and Beautiful,” after which they returned to their classrooms. Had they not been in their classrooms they would have been perfectly okay. Quite literally, they didn’t know what had hit them. One-Hundred-and-Forty-Four – almost all children - were dead in no time. Only a few were able to escape the disaster, despite the fact that the local men, the police and other emergency services were soon the scene, it was all too little and all too late.

Now, we come to the matter of seeing into the future – but, in just about the worst way possible. One of those who lost their lives on that catastrophic morning was Eryl Mai Jones. At the time, she was just ten years of age and lived in the village. On October 19 – two days before so much death engulfed Aberfan and its people – Eryl told her mother she had had a terrifying dream. Or, rather, an absolute nightmare. Patrick Lynch, of History Collection, says of this unsettling aspect of the story: “The 10-year old told her mother that in her dream, she had gone to school only to discover that it was gone because something black was covering it. It was the latest in a week’s worth of unusual behavior from Eryl. In the days leading up to the disaster, she told her mother that she wasn’t afraid to die because she would be ‘with Peter and June.’ Those were the names of two former schoolmates who had died young.” Lynch continues: “Tragically, Eryl was proven correct but her life, and the lives of 143 others could have been saved if the NCB [National Coal Board] had paid attention to the complaints about the spoil tip that caused the disaster.

In 1963, Eryl’s school, Pantglas, sent a petition to the NCB which complained about the danger of the tip. Although every mining community had tips, this particular one was a problem because it lay on porous sandstone with streams and underwater springs. It had slipped in 1965, but no one was hurt. The NCB didn’t want to investigate the problem and basically suggested that if the town made a fuss, the mine would be closed and that would be an economic catastrophe.” How could poor, little Eryl have had a brief glimpse of the disaster that would take her life, two days later, and in such an eerie fashion? Indeed, it’s very difficult – if not outright impossible – to dismiss what Eryl said; that the school was missing “because something black was covering it.” Cases like this one are particularly confounding because – just like so many of the examples presented in the pages of this book – they demonstrate that time is not what it appears to be; that we can see into the future and encounter things that have yet to be seen. And, as this case also demonstrates, to see into the future doesn’t require a high-tech time-machine. The mind, itself, is able to see ahead.

Now, we’ll address a wholly alternative way of heading into the future – a way that we have no real control over and that doesn’t require to use a time-machine to see what is to come. It’s the matter of prophetic dreams. Or, in this case, absolute nightmares. Is it possible that, while we are deep in our sleep states, we can head of into years ahead? Maybe, even decades and centuries? Based on what you are about read, the answer is a definitive “Yes!” Before we get to the story, however, let’s take a look at what prophetic dreams really are and how they can thrust us into future times. Medium.com come right to the heart of the matter: “Prophetic dreams are dreams where you have an experience that has yet to happen in our realm of existence but later happens [italics mine], where you will experience deja vu from already having seen the result of that experience.” In other words, prophetic dreams allow someone to see the future without the need for a time-machine. Psychology Today states the following, something that expands the understanding of the phenomenon: “In September of 1913, Carl Jung, the great pioneer of depth psychology, was on a train in his homeland of Switzerland when he experienced a waking vision. Gazing out the window at the countryside, he saw Europe inundated by a devastating flood. The vision shocked and disturbed him. Two weeks later, on the same journey, the vision reoccurred. This time an inner voice told him: ‘Look at it well; it is wholly real and it will be so. You cannot doubt it.’

Midway through the summer of 2017, something unforeseen and very unsettling occurred. In the second week of August three people contacted me with eerily similar stories of atomic Armageddon in the near future. Not only that, in their nightmares the U.S. president (not Trump or Biden) was assassinated by North Korean agents, secretly working on behalf of Russia. When the U.S. government finds out the truth, North Korea is, in essence, turned into radioactive dust. But, it doesn’t end there: Russia is soon dragged in and, on the third day, nuclear weapons are used in Europe. The conflict grows and grows. In less than a week, an all-out nuclear conflict erupts. In less than a couple of hours, Europe, China, Russia, and the United States are destroyed; billions are dead, all as a result of that assassination of the U.S. president. To receive several such eerily similar accounts was, I have to admit, chilling.

Then, on August 8, I received a Facebook message from a guy named Kenny, who had a horrific dream of nuclear war two nights earlier. In Kenny’s dream, the U.S. president was shot to death by a foreign agent, something that led to a nuclear war. Kenny lives in San Bernardino, California and woke up suddenly in the dead of night in a state of terror. As Kenny explained, in his dream he was sitting in the living-room of a house in a small town outside of Lubbock, Texas. Kenny had no idea of the name of the town, only that he knew it was near Lubbock – a place he has never visited. In the dream, Kenny heard a sudden and deep rumbling sound that seemed to be coming from somewhere faraway. He went to the screen door, puzzled, and peered outside. To his horror, Kenny could see way off in the distance, the one thing which none of us ever want to see: a huge, nuclear mushroom cloud looming large and ominous on the horizon.

Kenny continued that, in his dream, he was rooted to the spot, his legs shaking and his heart pounding. He could only stand and stare as the huge radioactive cloud extended to a height of what was clearly miles. The entire sky turned black and suddenly a huge wave of flame and smoke – hundreds of feet high – raced across the entire landscape, completely obliterating everything in its path. In seconds, there was another explosion, again way off in the distance, but from the opposite direction. Nuclear war had begun. That was when Kenny woke up – thankful that it was all a dream, but disturbed by the fact that, as Kenny told me, the dream seemed like something far more than just a regular dream. Kenny felt he had seen something that was still yet to come: a glimpse of the near future. Further dreams of nuclear nightmares came my way.

Since the 1980s, sightings of large, triangular-shaped UFOs, usually described as being black in color, making a low humming noise, and very often with rounded rather than angled corners, have been reported throughout the world. The sheer proliferation of such reports has led some ufological commentators to strongly suspect that the Flying Triangles (as they have come to be known) are prime examples of still-classified aircraft, the development of which was secretly begun in the 1980s by elements of the U.S. Department of Defense. Largely, UFO researchers are split into two camps: that the Flying Triangles are the creations of the American military or that they were flown by extraterrestrials. There is, however, another theory for all of this mystery.

The late Omar Fowler, a UFO expert who died in 2017, had a theory that the Flying Triangles just might be nothing less than the aerial vehicles of time travelers. Fowler had a good reason for that. On one occasion, in September 1992, over a large area of woodland in central England called the Cannock Chase, Omar secured a piece of testimony from a man named Alan Ball. He agreed to meet Ball on the Chase one morning. Incredibly, Ball claimed that he was taken on-board a huge, black, Flying Triangle late one night – and while he was driving home – when he was “beamed into” the craft and subjected to a series of medical experiments by three small, humanoid figures in what “looked like a medical lab.” Ten or fifteen minutes into the experimentation, Ball claimed that his mind was flooded by images of the U.K., in ruins. It was a definitive Armageddon: buildings, in all directions, were destroyed; charred human bodies lay everywhere; and it was clear that a nuclear event occurred.

And the assumption was that the event was not alone. That the U.K. – and possible everywhere else – had been destroyed. After having the terrifying vision, Ball was dropped off the craft – literally, from a door about five feet above the woods. Ball was in a state of terror – and for several days. Particularly of interest is the fact that Fowler had in his files two extremely similar cases – and also at the Cannock Chase woods – of people taken onto Flying Triangles and exposed to images in their minds of a massive apocalypse. Fowler was still open on the idea that the Flying Triangles could be extraterrestrial in nature. However, he wasn’t able to shake off the disturbing possibility the craft were piloted by time travelers, and that what Ball and the two other people were seeing was a future still to come – and that all three victims had been taken to the future and then returned to in 1992.

In the final days of December 1980 multiple, strange encounters and wild incidents occurred in Rendlesham Forest, Suffolk, England. And across a period of three nights, no less. Based upon their personal encounters, many of those who were present believed that something almost unbelievable came down in the near-pitch-black woods on the night of December 26. Lives were altered forever – and for the most part not for the better, I need to stress. Many of those who were present on those fantastic nights found their minds dazzled, tossed and turned – and incredibly quickly, too. One of the key figures in the Rendlesham affair was Jim Penniston. He entered the U.S. Air Force in 1973. At the time all hell broke loose in Rendlesham Forest, Penniston was a Senior Security Officer. Both he and Halt had startling encounters in those December nights. Penniston actually touched the whatever-it-was; something that he now believes caused him to receive a binary code message that was, essentially, downloaded into his mind.

Techopedia explains what, precisely, binary codes are: “Binary code is the most simplistic form of data. It is represented entirely by a binary system of digits consisting of a string of consecutive zeros and ones. Binary code is often associated with machine code in that binary sets can be combined to form raw code, which is interpreted by a computer or other piece of hardware.” Formerly of the U.S. Air Force, and one of the key military players in the famous UFO encounter at Rendlesham Forest, Suffolk, England in December 1980, Sergeant Penniston – in 1994 – underwent hypnotic regression, as part of an attempt to try and recall deeply buried data relative to what occurred to him during one of Britain’s closest encounters. Very interestingly, and while under hypnosis, Penniston stated that our presumed aliens are, in reality, visitors from a far-flung future. Our future. That future, Penniston added, is very dark, in infinitely deep trouble, polluted and where the Human Race is overwhelmingly blighted by reproductive problems. The answer to those same, massive problems, Penniston was told by the entities he met in the woods, is that they travel into the distant past – to our present day – to secure sperm, eggs and chromosomes, all as part of an effort to try and ensure the continuation of the severely waning Human Race of tomorrow.

Now, it’s time for me to come to some conclusions on the matter of time travel. First and foremost, just about everyone has heard of time travel – if only in pop-culture and entertainment. And there’s no doubt that that same pop-culture has most definitely molded the way we see the phenomenon. None of that, however, changes the fact that time travel in the real world appears to be a reality. In many respects, however, it doesn’t seem to operate as we expect them to. For example, while scientists have made loud claims about being able to travel in time – via black holes and wormholes – very few, if at all, have actually come up with a viable way to create a “nuts-and-bolts” time machine.

And finally: Pauline Charlesworth is someone who had a very strange experience back in the 1980s, an experience that just might have involved Pauline being torn out of our time and into the past. And, we’re talking about several thousand years ago. The location was an ancient “hillfort” in Cannock, Staffordshire, England called Castle Ring. Before I get to the story, it’s important that I share with you the history of this undeniably magical locale. Historic England say: “The monument is situated at the south eastern edge of Cannock Chase and includes the earthwork and buried remains of an Iron Age hillfort and the ruins and buried remains of a small medieval building identified as part of a hunting lodge. Castle Ring occupies the summit of a small hill which forms the highest point on the Chase. The hillfort is an irregular pentagon in plan and its multiple defenses enclose an area of c.3.6ha. For the majority of their circuit these defenses include a sequence of banks and ditches usually three banks with two ditches in between them. On the east side of the hillfort, where the approach to the site is over more level terrain, the central bank is more substantial, the outer line of defenses projects outwards and an additional length of ditch and counterscarp banking has been added.” Now, let us surf our way into the past, and to a time when Castle Ring was very different.

According to Pauline, it was a bright, summery day in July 1986 that her strange encounter occurred. As she worked on Saturdays, Pauline explained to me when we first met, she had a regular day off work during the week, and had chosen this particular day to prepare a picnic-basket, and take a trip up to Castle Ring. On arriving, she prepared for herself a comfortable place to sit, stretched out a blanket on the ground, and opened up her picnic basket that contained drinks, fruit and sandwiches. For more than an hour she sat and read a book, but then something very curious happened. It was as if, Pauline explained, she was sitting within the confines of a vacuum and all of the surrounding noises, such as the birds whistling and the branches of the trees gently swaying, stopped - completely. Pauline also said that “what was there wasn’t quite right.” By that statement, she explained: “The best way I can describe it is to say it was like I wasn’t really on the Chase, but it was as if I was in someone’s dream of what the Chase should look like; as if it was all a mirage, but a good one.”

Then, out of the trees, came a horrific form running directly toward her. It was, said Pauline, a man. The man, however, was quite unlike any that she had ever seen before. He had long, filthy hair, a matted beard, and a “dumpy” face that was far more prehistoric than modern in appearance. He was relatively short in height, perhaps no more than five feet two inches, and was clad in animal skins that extended from his waist to his knees, and with a long piece of animal skin that was draped over his right shoulder. In his right hand, the man held what were undoubtedly the large antlers of a deer that had been expertly fashioned into a dagger-like weapon that looked like it could inflict some very serious damage indeed, if needed. Pauline said that it was very difficult to ascertain who was more scared; her or the man. While she stared at him in stark terror, he eyed her curiously and in what Pauline described as a disturbing and sinister fashion. On several occasions he uttered what sounded like the words of an unknown language: “It was like he was angry and firing questions at me,” she added. But that was not all. In the distance, Pauline could hear other voices getting ever closer and closer and that, collectively and ultimately, grew into a literal crescendo. And then she found out the source of the noise. Through a break in the trees came perhaps thirty of forty more similarly clad people, mostly men, but others women, and all chanting in an unknown, and presumably ancient, tongue.

It was soon made clear to Pauline that some sort of significant ceremony was about to take place inside Castle Ring - and she, no less, was right in the heart of all the brewing action. The men and women proceeded to sit down at the edges of the Ring. One man, much taller than the rest and who she assumed was the “leader of the group,” marched over to her and said something wholly unintelligible; but that she understood by the curt wave of his arm meant that she should get out of the circle. This she quickly did and retreated with shaking legs to the tree-line. For more than fifteen minutes she sat, transfixed with overwhelming terror by the sight, as this curious band of people continued to chant and sway in rhythmic, hypnotic fashion. Then, out of the sky, came the most horrific thing that Pauline had ever seen in her entire life. It was, she recalled, a creature about four feet in height, human in shape, with oily, greasy black skin, thin arms and legs and a pair of large, bat-like leathery wings. And, just for good measure, it had two hideous, red, glowing eyes, too. “It was like the devil,” recalled Pauline, perhaps with a high degree of understandable justification.

The creature slowly dropped to the ground and prowled around the Ring for a minute, staring at one and all and emitting hideous, ear-splitting shrieks. Suddenly, seven or eight of the men pounced on the creature, wrestled it to the ground, and bound it firmly with powerful ropes. It writhed and fought to get loose and tore into the flesh of the men with its claws; but was finally subdued and dragged into the forest by the same tribe-members. The remainder of the party followed and Pauline said that the strange atmosphere began to lift and the area eventually returned to its original normality. For several minutes she stood her ground, too afraid to move, but then finally returned on still-unsteady legs to her blanket and quickly scooped up both it and her picnic basket and ran to her car. A sudden look at the ancient past? Don't bet against it!

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