The Office from the Past

This Kentucky attorney underwent a Back to the Past TWIDDER one early spring afternoon.  I like how understated he is; after realizing that something mind-bogglingly extraordinary had happened, he simply recorded that he was “dismayed.”  Should I ever experience a spacetime slip I hope I’m as cool as he was!  (See original posting at http://www.therealityfiles.com/walked-into-the-past/http://www.therealityfiles.com/walked-into-the-past/.)

On March 15, 2011 at 3:15 in the afternoon I got into my car at the back of my new law office to go pick up a grandchild at 3:25 for her piano practice. [After dropping her off, I decided to] go into my old law office where I and my late father, mother, brother, and others had our law practice (which building dates to the pre-civil war era) next door to check for damage, having read in the local paper about Mercer County, Kentucky residents being upset with a local factory doing some blasting in the late fall of 2010 that caused some damage [to structures].

I went in the back door and up the side stairs straight to my mother’s room, checking the waiting area on the way; NO damage.  Then my old room, no new damage (some wall damage from two years ago) then to my brother’s old room, no damage, finally the library and much new damage, termite-damage-wallpaper_801x547the ceiling having given way in one big place, wood exposed, but no sign of water. I then went downstairs, checked the kitchen, another secretary’s room, ok, then my father’s room (he practiced law 50 years), ok, back to the main secretary station, ok, and then re-entered the waiting room.

When I went back into the waiting room, there was NOW much wall damage to the wall next to my father’s room, plaster down on the floor and under the heating unit, wood exposed, very heavy wall damage, but no sign of water. I double-checked the room above, the library, room below, and, again, the waiting room.

I then picked up my granddaughter and took her home, then went home and called a neighbor who does house repairs. He came to my home and we went back to town. We went in the old law office, repeated a survey of the rooms, in the same order [as earlier in the afternoon], and when we got to that last room—the waiting room—there was now, once again, NO damage at all. I was dismayed!

I must have walked into the past, seeing wall damage as it existed circa 1969 when we had to clean it all up and redo all the walls; same old vetch-wallpapered walls that came down exposing the wood behind, cracked plaster down on the floor everywhere.

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The Road that Wasn’t

“Paddjo95” relates how a few years ago he and his younger brother one day explored around the woods surrounding their isolated, rural home in southern Arkansas.  There’s no doubt these two fellows experienced a TWIDDER while exploring.  The question is, what kind?  Was it a Forward to the Future, or a Lost Location, or even . . .  an Alternate Reality spacetime slip???  I tell you, this one leaves me cross-eyed!

They headed down the road that led to their house trying to find some new path or trail that they could explore, but what they eventually found surprised them. As they walked along, they came across a brand new looking paved road, Purchase this image at http://www.stocksy.com/59414looking decidedly out of place and something they would have surely noticed before after living in the area for 12 years. They explained it away by speculating that it must have been built rather recently, although nobody had seen any road work being done.
Curious, the two brothers set out along this strange road and things would only get more bizarre.  As soon as they set foot on the road, the air became noticeably colder, and additionally, the road was lined by unusual, thick red trees similar to redwood trees, which were of a type they had never seen before.

They walked several miles along the road and then decided to head back, noting that the air immediately became warmer again as soon as they stepped off it. As it was getting dark, they decided to come back and explore this odd road again the next day.

But when they returned the following afternoon, they could find no sign of the road or those weird trees they had seen. They scoured the area for hours but it was as if the road and its trees had never existed at all.

On top of this, their parents denied that any road work had been done in the area and insisted there were no paved roads anywhere near them. Had that road they found been one into another reality that had temporarily brushed up against our own?

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A Puzzling Park

The following entry is unlike any other I’ve ever come across!  Watertown, New York, boasts a site within a local recreational area dubbed Thompson Park that the municipality claims is a spacetime vortex.  Think I’ll add a visit to this location to my bucket list!  The community has posted a YouTube video; type in THOMPSON PARK VORTEX in your browser and it’ll take you to the video. 

Thompson Park is a scenic retreat in Watertown, New York. A place for visitors to relax and get away from the stresses of daily life, this park occasionally offers up more than people had in mind.Screen Shot 2017-05-16 at 11.35.21 AM
Like much of New York, Thompson Park has an interesting history. The park is over 100 years old, and has reportedly been the location of unexplained disappearances. Though brief, these slips into a space-time vortex have drawn interest from both paranormal enthusiasts and nonbelievers.
A sign in the park reads “Watertown’s Area 51,” alerting visitors to the strange history of this peaceful place. There is, of course, an image of an alien upon the sign, green faced and welcoming.
Reports of park-goers vanishing into thin air and then reemerging moments later, disoriented and shaken up, are not out of the ordinary. Local resident, Dea, who was interviewed by local media prior to the park sign dedication ceremony, spoke in depth about her experiences with the vortex.

She recounted a time when she had led a group of students into the park, explaining that “I had disappeared in front of them, twenty-five people.” Dea added that “I couldn’t argue with them about it, and then it happened again two months later.”

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Same Guy, Same Spot, Same Dog

BW shared an Instant Replay (although in this instance, not quite so instant—but definitely a replay) spacetime slip he experienced with a friend while hiking.  (See mysteriousuniverse.org.)

I walked once with someone else in a wood well known to us.

Along the way, we glanced up a side trail and saw a fellow going up the Man-walking-dog-forest-trail_DP_680trail with his dog.

We came back that way about an hour or so later. I glanced up the same trail . . . and the fellow was still going up the trail with his dog in the same spot.

I was about to write it off as coincidence, but the person with me noted it as well and mentioned how strange it seemed. As if the guy and his dog had only moved in place while we had made our walk.

It was probably just the seeming strangeness of the situation, but I felt a slight chill about that time and we headed quickly back to my car.

The phrase that occurred to me when I saw him and his dog the second time was ‘time loop’.

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The Old Lady and the Teen

Many moons ago my interest in spacetime slips began with a Back to the Past TWIDDER as experienced by a vacationing couple in Anchorage, Alaska.  I stumbled across that account while searching through a library book of Alaskan ghost stories (I was compiling reports for a fun October English unit for my Fairbanks high schoolers).

Now, five years after retiring from teaching, it’s again October.  But some ole teacher habits die hard; last week I picked up a tome at the local Sandy, Oregon library entitled GHOST STORIES OF OREGON.  I’m having a blast reading of folks’ spooky experiences when I come across one that is most certainly NOT a ghost sighting, but most definitely a spacetime slip.  

The question is, did the teen go Back to the Past, or did the elderly lady come Forward to the Future???  What do you think?

The woman, who chose to remain anonymous, described her teen-aged year experience to author Susan Smitten  . . .

She was home alone, in her second-floor room when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the main floor.  She froze, thinking she was about to interrupt a burglar.  “I thought I was a goner,” she recalls.

Terrified, she frantically considered where she might hide until she saw the shadow of an older woman suddenly thrown into relief on the wall.  As if cast by someone lit from behind, the shadow revealed the shape of a woman with a severe dowager’s hunch, wearing a calf-length dress, a sweater and clunky shoes.  screen-shot-2016-10-02-at-5-20-18-pmHer hair was pulled back into a bun.

“As I saw her, she had her hand on the rail and took the last step to the top of the staircase.  She turned to look at me and jumped.  Then she ran off around the corner to my parents’ room.”

Needless to say, the teen found no one anywhere, either on the second or the main floor of the house.

I have to wonder if that elderly lady, who was obviously so startled by the appearance of a modern-day female adolescent in her home, ever shared her scary experience with family or friends back in her time!

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The Towers

Daniel H. had an unnerving Back to the Past TWIDDER while visiting family in New York City.  I can’t help but wonder . . . what if he’d been able to retrieve his cellphone without taking his eyes off of the towers and actually got a picture of the structures-from-the-past???  (See original spacetime slip account at http://paranormal.about.com/od/timeanddimensiontravel/fl/Time-Slip-Saw-the-Twin-Towers-Standing-in-2011.htm.)The Phoenix Towers

This incident took place in October, 2011. I was in New York for the week visiting relatives. Since I hadn’t been there in about three years, I decided to take a long walk one afternoon and reacquaint myself with the city.
I was wandering through lower Manhattan with no particular destination in mind. Taking in the sights and sounds, I looked up at the tall buildings that the city is so well known for. Then I noticed the original World Trade Center.  Both towers were standing and I specifically remember seeing the antenna on the north tower.
It hit me within seconds that what I was viewing was impossible, as the towers had been destroyed a decade earlier! In my mind, I began to rationalize that I was staring at two different buildings, but there was no mistaking what I saw.
I had seen them up close and personal before 9/11, but never visited the Observation Deck.
My heart began pounding as I stared at the towers, unable to comprehended what was happening.
I’d say roughly five minutes passed before I snapped out of my daze and reached for my cellphone to take a photo. I needed proof of what I was seeing. I needed to show others because I doubted anyone would believe the story alone.
Unfortunately, by the time I retrieved my cellphone and looked back up, the towers were gone, replaced by the skyline I had always seen after 9/11. I remember my legs feeling like jelly as I looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but all I saw was the usual hustle and bustle of the city.
Confused and frightened, I cut my walk short and returned to my relatives’ house, telling nobody what I saw. For the rest of my visit that week, I would catch myself watching the skyline, wanting to see those buildings again, but it never happened.
To this day, the experience bothers me. One of the weirdest things about the occurrence is the fact that nothing else looked different. All of the buildings I was used to seeing were exactly where they had always been. The only one missing was the new One World Trade Center, with the original towers nearby.
It was incredibly surreal. Did I somehow slip into another dimension? Travel back to New York before 9/11? It continues to baffle me, and although I’ve never told anyone this information before, I frequently wonder what exactly happened to me that day.

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The Cottage and the Kids

Jessie Lynn R. shared her Back to the Past spacetime slip on the about.com website in 2015.  Her TWIDDER took place when she was eight years old.  What is incredibly rare is that Jessie enjoyed this time slip daily for an entire summer.  Believing, as I do, in a heavenly Father and angels, could the Lord have had a hand in helping ease the loneliness of this little girl that special summer???

It was mid-August and we had just moved from the city into a large, old, country home in upstate New York. I was an only child and we now had very few close neighbors with children. I was very lonely. I missed the city and my friends. I spent my days having pretend tea parties with my dolls on our front porch. I was bored, alone and very depressed.

One day when I was just moping on the porch, my mother suggested I take a walk with our dog down the long country lane beyond our house. She said it would be an adventure. I agreed to go, but I definitely did not see it as an adventure. Taking a walk with the dog just sounded like more boredom and loneliness to me. But I said I would go, so I went.

I walked past the house of one of our elderly neighbors, who had no interest in conversing with an eight-year-old child.

And I walked past one of several abandoned farmhouses in various states of disrepair. The abandoned houses only increased my sense of loneliness and depression.

After walking for about a quarter of a mile, I came upon a delightful cottage that appeared to be basking in the sunlight. 214600-bigthumbnailThe cottage was surrounded by gorgeous flowers everywhere. It looked like a house you would see in a magazine. It was small but simply adorable. It reminded me of a gingerbread house.  I was intrigued.

Suddenly, the front door of the cottage burst open and five young children, all close in age, ran outside, shouting greetings to me and asking me if I wanted to play. There were eight-year-old twin boys, the same age as me. Their names were Aidan and Quentin. There was a seven-year-old girl and a nine-year-old girl, whose names were Marabelle and Dawn. And last, there was the oldest 10-year-old brother named Colin.

These children were as bright, sunny and rosy as their beautiful little cottage, so of course I wanted to play with them. We played circle games, tag, hide and seek, and took turns pushing each other on the tire swing hanging from a large silver maple tree  in their front yard. The children and I played and laughed; they were never cross with each other. I really enjoyed being with them.

When their mom opened the front door to call them in for lunch, I was going to head home. But she, their father and the children begged me to stay for lunch with them, so I did. Our lunch was homemade baked beans, coleslaw, and huge warm biscuits fresh from the oven. Now, if my mother had made me a lunch like that I would never have eaten it. I would have thought that it sounded awful. But after playing hard with five children all morning, all the food smelled delicious — and tasted even better than it smelled. For dessert we had homemade cinnamon buns, again warm and fresh from the oven.

After lunch, we played some more. But then I realized that I had been gone a long time and better head home or my mother would be very worried. And so I went home happy and anxious to tell my mother all about my new friends. She just smiled and nodded, but didn’t say much, except, “Gee… I don’t think any other kids live on this lane.”

But I was sure happy and for the remainder of the summer I happily played with the Chandler children, and enjoyed eating their strange lunches. On several occasions, I asked the children to come to my house and meet my parents, but we had so much fun that it seemed we never got around to it.

Anyway, I knew that school would begin soon and I figured that my parents would meet the Chandler kids when we all walked to the school bus stop together. I was excited to begin school with my new friends.

The day before school was set to begin, I only spent about an hour with the Chandler kids because my mom said we were driving into town to get the rest of my school supplies. I asked the Chandler kids if they were ready for school and they just smiled but didn’t really answer. When I left their house that day, I called out, “See you at the bus stop tomorrow!” They just smiled and waved at me.

The next morning the Chandler kids were not at the bus stop. I thought maybe their parents drove them the first day. But when I got to school, they weren’t there at all. Strange, I thought! But I made lots of new friends at my new school and, all in all, I had a great day.

After school, I ran to their house to see why they were not at school that first day. But when I got to their yard, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was nothing but a foundation… no house. There were no flowers anymore… anywhere. And the tire swing that I rode everyday was now nothing but a small frayed rope hanging high up in the tree.

I thought I was crazy. I walked further down the lane thinking I had the wrong property… but I did not. I came back and walked around the empty Chandler yard, wondering where everyone had gone. Remember, I was only eight years old, so I was more confused than freaked out.

Finally, I went home and told my mother what had happened. My mother asked me what their last name was again and I said, “Chandler.” My mother gasped and said that the elderly neighbor told her that a Chandler family had lived on the lane years earlier, but the entire family died in a house fire 15 years ago.

“That’s impossible,” I screamed. And I began to cry. They were my friends and now they were gone. My mother thought that I had somehow heard about a large family living there at one time, so I invented them as my imaginary friends.  I doubt it. Everything and everyone was sure real to me. I played with them every day from mid-August until school began in September.

Twenty-five years have now past, but I can still see their faces, still smell and taste their food. No way did I imagine them. So what did happen?  Again, I don’t know. But whatever happened that summer, I will be eternally grateful to the lovely family who helped to cheer up a very depressed and lonely little girl. Thank you, Chandler family. Thank you, my dearest friends!

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The Metropolitan Line

In 1971, at the ripe young(!) age of 19, this Britisher and his girl friend, Jenny, experienced a classic Back to the Past TWIDDER while on the London Underground.  It lasted until more folks got on the train.  So often a spacetime slip seems to be undone by our losing focus on it; looking away, closing our eyes, even sneezing!  For this couple, moving to another carriage and the arrival of other travelers broke the spell of the time slip.  (See original posting on the Reality Shifters website.)

My girl friend, Jenny, and I were on the London Underground—the Metropolitan Line, travelling back home from Euston Square to Ladbroke Grove.  We were chatting away as we got on to the train and sat down.  At some point, perhaps the train stopping at Great Portland Street, we looked up and around ourselves.

The carriage was a bit different from usual; the brushed steel and white paint decor, with looped hanging straps, was absent.  0727_A94Instead, there were enamel-painted rails and grubby cream paintwork, hanging straps that ended in little balls.

There were still some old rolling stock on the Tube at that time; but what struck us as most odd on that Saturday evening was that the carriage was empty apart from ourselves and an older couple at the far end of the carriage, and they were staring hard at us.

We certainly looked different from them; as good self-respecting hippies, we had colourful flares and tops on, and my hair was on its way to my waist.  They, on the other hand, with his narrow clipped moustache, hat and brown suit and her overcoat, were dressed more in keeping with the decor of the carriage—late 1940’s or 50’s!

We joked about being in a timeslip, not taking it that seriously, but still we felt uncomfortable, like interlopers, and when the train pulled into Baker Street, we got up and moved into the next carriage.

For some reason we didn’t look at the adverts above the windows; perhaps we didn’t want to, or perhaps we just didn’t take it all seriously enough.  Anyway, the train filled up at Baker Street, and when we looked back into our previous car from the adjacent one, it was full of people, and we couldn’t see the “old0-timers” at the far end.

Indeed, the carriage NOW looked perfectly normal.  And we got on with our lives without thinking much more about it.

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The Car Wreck

The following gal and her husband had a bone chilling spacetime ripple that I suppose could be categorized as either Instant Replay (with only the initial sounds of the wreck interfacing with her present . . . or was it a Forward to the Future TWIDDER, and she got a brief glimpse (auditory only) of the wreck-to-occur?).  Sheesh! 

We were working in the back yard garden when we heard the sounds of a wreck out front . . . The screeching tires first, then a horrible grinding crash of metal on metal!!

We ran around the house to find nothing in the road . . . no car wreck, not even a vehicle driving past that could have lost a load in the road, no debris . . . nothing.

My husband, (former EMT) decided he needed to be sure the “wreck” had not happened just around the curve, out of our sight . . . or perhaps on the back road behind the pasture.  (We were still convinced we’d heard a wreck . . . there’d been others on our curvy road, some rather bad that had made less noise than we’d just heard!!)

He jumped in his car and headed around our “country” block, a trip that would take about 10-12 minutes . . .

As he pulled out of the drive, I returned to my work in the back yard . . . I had barely gotten to the garden when I again heard the screeching tires, and the horrible grinding crash!!2014.1030.ethel_.wreck_

I tore back around the house, hardly knowing what to expect . . . but this time there was solid evidence of what I’d heard.  A Camaro and a poultry company feed truck (semi-size), had met up in the curve . . . and the feed truck had been rear-ended by another vehicle!!  (Though the car was totaled, the occupants were unhurt except for cuts from flying glass.)

Moments later, when my husband pulled back into the drive he had a look of total disbelief on his face . . . the wreck we’d heard 15 to 20 minutes earlier had (especially from his perspective) belatedly “materialized.”!

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The Same Guy . . . Again

Instant Replay is a pretty rare example of spacetime slips.  But when it happens, it is guaranteed to leave the experiencer scratching their head and doubting their sanity.  Mike Boyd, who had just such a type of TWIDDER, is no exception.

I was out on our small town recreation path with my then 3-year-old.  We went down a dirt path to the river, where he was happily throwing rocks in the water, while I was sitting on the “beach” looking around.

From where I was sitting, in front of me was a steep incline on top of which I could see the rec path.  It was basically cut in three sections from my point of view:  Clear view . . . small group of trees . . . clear view . . . small group of trees . . . clear view.  I could clearly see the hikers up on the rec path—from my viewpoint they were approximately 200-300 feet away from me.

I watched a blonde, middle-aged guy in jeans, Screen shot 2016-03-01 at 10.24.24 AMa beige shirt and a beige baseball cap walk out from the group of trees on the right, moving to the left.  Then he disappeared behind the group of trees on the left.

I looked down for a second and then back at the path—and the SAME guy, in the SAME clothes, SAME looks, SAME gait, SAME speed, everything, coming out AGAIN from behind the tree group on the right, moving to the left.  There was no way in he– that he could have gotten back to that place and done it all over again while I looked away.

At first I thought they might be twins or something, so I looked to the left to see whether “the other guy” would come out from behind the tree group on the left’ if so, I would have HAD to see him.  But there was only that one guy.  I was completely stunned.

I do believe that people occasionally witness “ripples in spacetime” or whatever you want to call them.

 

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