Saturday, December 1, 2012

Time Displacement in the Classroom?

[originally written Wednesday 11/28/2012]


I am a high school teacher. Today in one of my classes something kind of interesting happened:  First of all, we are on block scheduling in the school where I teach.  That means that we have periods 1-4 on one day, and 5-8 on the second day.  And it always rotates like that . So the kids I saw today I hadn't seen since Monday.  However, when the kids in my second class began showing up, I felt like I had just seen them yesterday.  I don't think I said anything, but when the kids from my 3rd class began showing up, one boy walked in and said, "I feel like I was just in here."  I told him I'd felt the same way.  Then another student walked in, unaware of the first student's remark, and she said, "I feel like I just had this class."  The first student and I were sort of mystified at that point.  Then, another student walked in and said, "I feel like I haven't had this class forever."  Well, that was odd.  It was odd that he felt the opposite of what three of us were feeling, but perhaps odder that so many of us seemed to feel displaced in time.  Then, another student walked in, stopped suddenly, and said, "Something feels different in this room."  (Now, not to dampen the intrigue, but he had missed the previous two classes and during that time I had some new things up on one of the walls.)  I then exclaimed, "What is going on..." and proceeded to review all the strange comments.  One of the students replied suddenly, "We might all be dead!"  Of course, that was hilarious, but it was still intriguing.  

Who knows?  It's one of those things that can't quite be categorized, but really interests me.  Maybe there was some upset in the time/space continuum.  lol.  

Monday, October 8, 2012

An Arresting Experience

This one hit a little closer to home.  And I'm still questioning my sanity/memory.  This evening my friend K. texted me that a former student of mine had been arrested for a certain misdemeanor.  It was a real surprise to both of us, who'd have never expected such a thing from this particular student.  We texted back and forth a few minutes, and this was while I was in Austin with my husband.  We had just finished up at one place and were heading to another when K. and I were texting.  I said nothing to my husband until a few hours later at a friend's house when the general subject of crime came up.  I turned to ,my husband and said, "Oh, yeah, one of my [identifier] students --" before I could finish, he said, "I know; he [insert specific crime]." 

"How did you know?"  I asked.

"You told me," he said.

"When?"

"Last week." 

I tried to explain I had only just learned about this, even showing him K's text.  He insisted  that not only had I told him last week, but the two of us had even gone online to see if it had made the news yet.  He even knew that it had happened in the very location that it had happened -- a detail he couldn't have guessed at. He said we did this search from his office in his study.

We haven't found any trace of our alleged online search on any of our computers.  I have no idea where this memory of his comes from. I only know that if I HAD known about the incident, I'd have told K.before going home and telling my husband.  The fact that she was the one that told me proves to me I didn't know until then. Furthermore, I wouldn't have known about the incident UNTIL it made the news.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Jocy - Quantum Jumper?

You only have my word that my friend Jocy is a sane, honest, and sincere person.  She doesn't ask for these things, but they continue to happen to her.  They always catch her off guard.  Here are two more experiences that happened to her recently (told from my POV), which I originally recorded on my personal blog:

[June 16]This morning, I noticed two of my rats starting what I like to call a "silent scuffle." Bishop and Farnsworth are such good friends that when they DO appear to have a fight, they go through the motions, but there is none of the squeaking and screeching you hear with two less affectionate rats. It's kind of like watching a silent movie. So when I saw this silent scuffle about to start up, I grabbed my iPhone to get it on film so my friend Jocy could see it. She had heard about their scuffles, but I'd never filmed one.

Disappointingly, just as I started recording, Bishop and Farnsworth toned it down and just sat there sort of swaying their heads back and forth, merely considering starting a scuffle. I thought to myself, "Well, this is boring. But Jocy would probably find it interesting since she would be able to tell what they are actually doing." (Jocy knows "rat language" very well.)

But when Farnsworth started grooming Bishop, I realized the show was over and I just stopped the recording and went about my morning. The video wasn't worth sending even to Jocy.

This evening, Jocy accompanied me to a vet visit for my brother's dog. On our way, I asked if she had seen the two rat videos I had sent her yesterday. She said, "Yes, I saw them this morning." then she laughed. "I saw the one with the 'silent scuffle.'" I looked at her in confusion and she continued, "You know, where the two rats were swaying back and forth in front of each other."

I knew I hadn't sent her the video she seemed to be describing; I hadn't even told her I had recorded one of their scuffles. So I just decided she was referring to a video with a part I didn't remember happening, or she was just confused. We were interrupted, but resumed the conversation later. When she again brought that video up, I said, "I didn't send you that video."

She insisted I did, and she grabbed her phone to pull it up. Meanwhile, I grabbed my phone to pull up the video of the near silent scuffle. When I showed it to her, she said, "Yes, that was it."
"But I didn't send this to you," I said. "I just decided it was too boring and I quit recording and did something else."

Again, she insisted I did send it to her. And, like I said, she had already described the video, even before I'd shown it to her. She decided that maybe my iPhone had sent it automatically.

However, when she went to her email to show me -- it wasn't there. Only the two videos I remember sending her were there. She told me it had been a Youtube link within an email, like the others. I showed her no such email in my own sent messages OR in my uploaded videos in Youtube. I then showed her the steps I have to take to send her a video (with this particular one, I'd have had to clip it and that takes me some time since I have to decide which part to send) and there are even more steps to uploading it to Youtube then sending it as a link.

But the fact remained that she had been able to describe this video before we had realized there was no way she could have seen it. (Also note that I have only ever sent her three videos total. Two of those were yesterday and one was months ago. None of them had a scene like the one she had just described that I had filmed.)

To make this more interesting, she told me that as she was watching it, she had figured - considering the boring content - that I had wanted her to tell me what the rats were doing -- which was exactly what I was thinking at the time of recording.

There is no explanation as of yet for this.
[June 1]
Recently, Jocy gave me a candle warmer.  The following day, or sometime around there, Jocy's mom mentioned that her room smelled like the rat cages.  Jocy knew it was because she didn't have her candle warmer on and, since she'd given it to me, her mom told her to get another one out of the cabinet.  They have several.

The first one Jocy pulled out was covered in green wax from a previous candle.  Her mom noticed and told her to get another one while she washed this one up.  Jocy specifically remembers the scrubber her mom used to wash it up (a detail that became important later for reasons you will see.)  Jocy waited and just used the one her mom had washed up.  She took it to her room and turned it on.

It was either the following day or the day after that that Jocy's mom happened into her room again and mentioned it smelled like the rat cages.  Thinking she must have forgotten to turn the candle warmer on, Jocy went to do so, but the candle warmer wasn't there. 

"Did you take my candle warmer?" she asked her mom.  Her mom had not, but she suggested Jocy get one out of the cabinet where they kept them.

Confused, Jocy went to the cabinet and in the very front was the same candle warmer her mom had cleaned up the day before -- with the green wax still on it.  Jocy pulled it out, and her mom said, just as she had the day before, "Get another one and I'll clean that one up." 

Baffled, Jocy asked her mom if she didn't recall these very same events taking place before today.  Her mom had no clue what she was talking about.  Only Jocy seemed to have experienced the whole scenario beforehand.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Lee Dean, Professional Time/Reality Shifter?

This Lee Dean guy has some interesting stories of his own. All are posted as replies to the blog post here (also a good read): http://michaelgraeme.wordpress.com/2009/12/03/the-disappearing-road-and-other-time-slip-stories/

update 10-22-2014: Mr. Dean sent me his original stories, as some have been changed through Internet circulation. Here they are:

Walked Into the Past

On March 15, 2011 at 3:15 in afternoon I got into my car back of my new law office and started car to go pick up grandchild at 3:25 for her piano practice. I then turned off car and got out to go into my old law office where I and my late father, mother, brother, and others had our law practice {which building dates to pre-civil war era} next door to check for damage, having read in the local paper about Mercer County, KY residents upset with local factory doing some blasting late fall of 2010 causing damage.

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

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

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

Before my neighbor left when we got back to my home I told him I must have walked into the past, seeing wall damage as it existed circa 1969 when we had to clean it all up and redo all the walls, remembering what I saw half century later was as it was half century earlier, same old vetch wallpapered walls that came down exposing the wood behind, cracked plaster down on floor everywhere. For the life of me I do not remember seeing any old furniture {because we moved it all out when I moved over here to new office next door}.

I may have experienced a “vestibule”. The old building has that back door I entered from the outside, and up back door stairway, but also a small hallway from the front outside door to a small closet at the end on the left and one step beyond hallway on the right is the inside door to the waiting room {originally a living room} which hallway I used five times: coming down main front door stairway to front door where for first time went down the small hall with closet passing the waiting room and on to the secretary area, then to kitchen, then to other room;, then back to the secretary area and passing the waiting room for second time down that small hall with closet to the front door, then to my father’s room ; then back down that small hall with closet for third time  to the secretary area and entering the waiting room; then fourth time down that small hall with closet to go back to front door and back up main stairway to double-check library ceiling damage; then back down main stairway to front door and down that small hall with closet for fifth time to double-check the waiting room wall damage.

“(A vestibule was a unique building design to the eastern United States.  It is a small hallway, usually with a small closet, between the front door and the rest of the home. In this case, there was an outside door, the vestibule hallway and closet, and an inside door before entering the living room. )” Quote from Living With Spirits (True Ghost Story) By Christine B. http://christine-b.hubpages.com/hub/Living-With-Spirits

Or, maybe it was “residual energy”. I don’t know what it was, only know I checked and double-checked, saw that waiting room wall two times and it was damaged.
“Residual energy hauntings provide a window to the past. When you're psychically 'seeing' something that seems like a movie, that's often the imprint of the event on the environment. Or, it may actually be a window through time. Nobody's sure, and it may relate to a parallel universe or a ripple in time.” http://hollowhill.com/residual-energy-imprint-hauntings

The factory blasting had nothing to do with my damage, only normal wear and tear, and paranormal glitches.

No Wrong Turns

When we got on I276 from I76 it lead us to US1, which we stayed on for several miles until we got to Four Points Sheraton. We knew where we had to be to see Bob Dean at 3PM on Oct. 16, 2011. We got us something to eat then asked a guy on street for directions to go downtown Philly. He told us 3 or 4 miles to I95 and go north, which we did, found visitor parking, parked, saw Liberty Bell, then took one hour bus tour of Philly, all the important sites. We started back I95 going south and had couple of hours to spare to get back to Four Points Sheraton.

I will stop there and point out that one of the main features of US1 was four lanes going one direction and four lanes going other direction, outside lane of two lanes being for through traffic, so if wanted to go other way had to use a cross over to inside lanes, make left, and then go other way on other four lanes.

Now continuing on I95 we got to US1 exit coming back, and things were awful different, and no eight lanes anywhere. We turned around and went other way on US1 into NJ. The NJ scene was like from the 1950's or 1960's. We stopped on side of road for directions. A man specifically told us what to do to get back on I95.

We got back on and tried again, exited on US 1, still no eight lanes, and scene had changed again. We turned around, went other way on US1 and scene really changed a lot in NJ. The 1950's or 1960's scene was completely gone and instead a split highway where the man who had stood in front of his house giving us directions for a street left to downtown and a bridge right which we took being a bridge, one of those kinds that makes your tires squeal. We got across, Lois very upset, being on I295. Lois made me take a right turn and we were on a NJ 130 road. She made me stop for directions. A woman explained that I295 in NJ ran parallel to I95 in PA with Delaware River in between them. She specifically gave me certain directions how to get back using 130, interrupting me two times, this is how you do it to get back, do not get back on I295, stay on 130, go through a light, then another light, then past Rite Aid stay right and take immediate right to NJ Turnpike, pay $2.00 onto Pennsylvania Turnpike, which we did. I saw the I276 exit for US1. Lois so wanted me to try, had only few minutes left before the 3:00 hour but not about to take US1 again. We came on home.

Lois will verify the first NJ scene as from the mid-last century and fact that there was no Sheraton and no eight lanes setup on PA side in all this when we tried get back to see Bob Dean.

That man and that woman I will have to describe as "monitors" from peculiar way they acted. I am getting good at this "time travelling". Although there is only one US1 up there there are several of them really--in different times. I made no wrong turns.

Right Time Zone

Now that enough time has passed since the Bob Dean trip, and have heard Lois say once or twice to others "we took a wrong turn" although that does not explain the changing scenes when we went opposite directions twice on same road, now then I will tell you the rest of the story.

On the way there was a 15-30 mile stretch of road across PA, fairly straight, a really witchy road, but new, and starting with a beginning curve. About middle ways there was a winding intersection road to the right, like maybe the old road. We kept going on the new road to its end, and then turned off to the right to our final destinations.

The next day when all the strange stuff happened and we were coming back and turned left to get onto that 15-30 mile stretch of PA highway. Lois said it did not seem right, too curvy. We stopped at a steak house and got something to eat, then off again, and quarter mile later there it was --that winding intersection. To the left that new road, but to the right barricades, road equipment, banked dirt and unfinished road we had travelled on the day before.

Said not a word, quickly turned left and kept on going, and looking only for that beginning curve. Finally, there it was, but I have no idea when it was we got into the right time zone.

Dummy Latch

I am a ventriloquist. On the head of my ventriloquist dummy, at the bottom of its control post, is a latch to connect the head to the body. Last evening January 2, 2012 called New Year’s Day on a Monday at 5:00 p.m. I started to install the head onto the body. Several times I tried to connect the spring latch to a steel rod that runs laterally so that the dummy can move its head and at same time move around its body, arms and feet motion. I could not connect the hook to the rod. I peered into the coat slit at back of the dummy and something was not right. It looked like the hook was in a reverse position which I do not like because easier to install with hook end facing forward. I took the head back off, turned it upside down, and sure enough the spring hook was in wrong position. There was no way that the other end spring loop had turned because attached to a small steeple into bottom of control post. I had started to disconnect the top spring end and reinsert opposite way, but had difficulty, gave up, and looked again. To my surprise the hook problem solved itself, back in the correct position. Again I say I did not disconnect and reinsert, or did I in a moment of time I did not notice or remember. The hand is quicker than the eye, so I can’t believe my own eyes. This is my third extraordinary happening since 2011 began. We are supposed to be in 2012 now. I am not so sure.

The Radio

On Saturday night January 28, 2012, lying in bed telling a ghost story to Aliona, a granddaughter, we tried to get a plug-in radio in my room to turn on to play soft music. The clock on the radio was working but the radio was not. We tried every button and dial, hit it with our fists even banged it on the floor. It came on for a second with static, then we pulled the plug on it and clock went off too. I continued the ghost story when the radio came on all by itself with static then quit again.  Ali said that Hadden, who got killed in Viet Nam was playing a trick on us. She said that she knew him, and that he liked to play tricks, and said she saw him in the chair looking toward the closet. She said he had red hair, was fair skinned and did not have many freckles. I said she was right.

The Knurled Knob


In my old office was a standing lamp, brass with white glass globe and silk lamp shade, at least 75 years old. Because in process of selling my old law office, I brought the standing lamp home about a month ago. On Saturday afternoon, June 23, 2012, I noticed that the lamp globe and shade appeared to be not level. One of the three knurled knobs that holds the globe in place was missing. I went to the kitchen and a kitchen drawer where collected all kinds of screws, nails and the like, for almost a half century, hoping that I might find a machined screw that fit the hole. I looked couple of minutes and was about to quit and close the drawer when there stood out a screw that begged me to pick it up. It was an exact match, a brass, machined screw, no screwdriver slot, but knurled knob for turning, that fit exactly and all three knobs are identical. How it got into the kitchen drawer is a mystery to me, unless that is synchronicity.

Monday, April 16, 2012

UMHB Time Slip

The following story was just relayed to my friend Jocy who told me the previous UMHB reality/time shift stories. After Jocy's story circulated around campus, she received word that an alumnus of UMHB wanted to hold of her. When Jocy finally reached the lady, whom I'll call Jean, Jean relayed this story:

Roughly 10 years ago, when Jean was attending UMHB, she was in the very same hallway of the science building where the other two stories had taken place. As she stood in the hall, a light over her suddenly went out. It was then she realized she was standing on tile flooring rather than carpet.

"When did we get tile?" she asked someone. They seemed incredulous that she didn't recall the carpet recently being torn up and tile laid down. At the time of this conversation, Jean also noticed a male student talking to himself. She found that odd. She then went downstairs.

A while later she came back upstairs -- and was stunned to find the hallway again carpeted and the light that had gone out was back on. She never told anyone this experience until years later when she learned of Jocy's story. She then felt free to share.

Jocy told me that the science hallway has been tiled since she has been attending UMHB -- and years after Jean graduated. Cell phones are common nowadays, which could explain the male student "talking to himself." It definitely seems to have been a brief time slip into the future.