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Speaker 2: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Paranormal Portal podcast. I'm
your host, Brent Thomas, absolutely thrilled you're here joining me.
I hope you will sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
Tonight's show I got lined up for you. I think
it's a pretty good one. And this is a topic
that I think really comes up quite a bit in
terms of the paranormal and it's really hard to put
your finger on what could be going on, but obviously
something's going on, and it seems to imply that the
reality we live in is not quite as defined as we.
Speaker 4: Were led to believe.
Speaker 2: So, but before that, I just want to say, if
you have a story of your very own that you'd
like to submit to be shared on the show, please
feel free to email at Paranormal Portal Radio at gmail
dot com. I'd certainly love to hear from you, and
love to hear what you've experienced, or your thoughts on
experiences you've had, or if you just want to talk
about some phenomenon and throw some ideas out there. I'm
always gamed to hear some new angles on these things.
The one thing about the paranormal that is for sure
is that there are no experts, so any point of
view is just as valid as any other. So anyway, tonight,
I want to talk to you about time anomalies, and
time anomalies come up quite a bit there, of course,
the subject of a lot of pop fiction and many
a movie and so on and so forth. But these
all seem to be based on something that very well
might be happening, and so I think people are experiencing
these things and whatever they may be, whatever causes them,
we obviously don't know. But the fact that they happen
certainly seems to lend credibility to the idea that maybe
at some point people will be able to walk through time.
It will, but as of right now, it seems to
be a completely random occurrence with absolutely no warning and
no idea where you're going or when you're coming back.
But let's get into some of these and see what
you guys think, because I think this is an incredible phenomenon,
and certainly one that is if anything, if nothing else,
it's an incredible head scratcher. So basically, what time anomalies
are is when people find themselves in a completely different
times period than where they expect to be. So like,
for instance, if you were to go down the street
in your town and suddenly you were in a thirty
or forty year old version of it, and we would
recognize stores that are no longer there or went out
of business, you know, or if you went ahead and
saw things that you didn't recognize yourself because it was
so modern and changed from the world that you know now.
Most of these occurrences are very brief, you know, a
minute or less, or maybe sometimes a few minutes, but
it's just one of those phenomena that there's no saying
why it happens, but it definitely seems that it does happen.
So sit back, relax, grab a beverage, and enjoy the show.
I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I always
do hearing about it. So the first one I want
to talk to you about is it's an odd account
and it has to do with a man buying envelopes.
And it's such a simple thing. But get a load
of this story, ladies and gentlemen, it says, And apparently
this comes from a book called The Mask of Time
by Joan Foreman, and the book apparently deals with a
lot of different time slips, but one account, and this
is just paraphrasing this count a little bit, but it
says there's one account that she relates that's dealing with
a gentleman by the name of mister Squirrel. And I
don't know if that's a real name or made up,
but anyway, for the sake for the book, his name
is mister Squirrel, it says, who in nineteen seventy three
went to a stationary stationer's shop in Great Yarmouth to
buy some envelopes. He was served by a woman in
Edwardian dress and bought three dozen envelopes for a shilling.
He noticed that the building was extremely silent. There was
no traffic, noise or anything, and on visiting the shop
three weeks later, he found a completely changed and absolutely
modernized the assistant and elderly lad. He denied that there
had been any other assistance in the shop the previous weeks.
The envelopes disintegrated very quickly, and had heard the author
had heard that the case heard of the case had
interviewed Squirrel and he was able to produce for her
one of the remaining envelopes that he had purchased, and
she wrote that the manufacturers, as she checked into it,
said that those types of envelopes had ceased to be
manufactured about fifteen years before, and so I don't know
how long they hurt manufactured before that, but very curious
and quite a space time jump. It looks like I
guess it's mostly time jump, but the space was the same,
but it was obviously a different environment than what this
person was expecting, so you know, and that's the thing.
Some of these, some of these are not really over
the top kind of things like oh my god, you know,
it's something as silly as going to buy envelopes and
you walk in and you're in an old version of
a store. You know, it's not anything we found. He
was able to procure these envelopes. Now, the curious part
of this is, so is the money that they used
in this location? Has it been unchanged for a long
period of time so that the clerk wouldn't have noticed, like, Hey,
what the hell kind of money is this? You know,
that's what occurs to me because I know, like, for instance,
you know, in the US, our money has changed quite
a bit in the last twenty years, but prior to that,
it really hadn't changed for the better part of the
nineteenth century or the twentieth century. So the nineteen hundreds,
I was going to say there, but anyway, and prior
to that it was just pretty much larger. So you know,
the bill's like a one dollar bill in nineteen twenty
was quite a bit larger than a one dollar bill,
you know, And whenever they shrunk them, I don't know
exactly when they shrunk them to the size that we
understand today. But then again, wallets were much bigger, and
I think they usually fit in a code pocket and
so the money was much bigger. But you know, it's
just an interesting fact when you look at a story
like that. So if you ended up showing up in
an old store and you produced modern money, would they
recognize that and be like, oh, okay, cool, Well, you know,
I'll make change for that. Or was it done on
some form of credit or something. I don't know. There's
a lot of questions that I would have for a
story like that, but I'm not questioning whether or not
it happened. I can only assume that it had or
something to that manner had happened. But those are the
kind of things that occur to me as i'd read
things like that. So the next one is coming from
around nineteen ninety seven. It says, let's see okay, so
it says I'm sorry. I just had to read a
little bit there to make sure I was gathering it
right before I opened my mouth.
Speaker 4: Said.
Speaker 2: When I lived in Blaketown, a suburb of Graymouth, a
town on the South Island of New Zealand, my friend
and I were down at the tiphead. A tiphead in
New Zealand speak is a man made bank that extends
a river bank where it meets the sea. In the
case of Blaketown, it's used to control the flow of
the river. I'm not entirely sure what made us come
up with the bright idea to go out on this night,
but it was very windy and the waves were big
and breaking on the tip, not strong enough to wash
us off of there, though they rarely are, and the
dark clouds suggested rain coming very soon. The tip as
a ramp leading to a lower platform on the riverside
where ships used to land and unload cargo, and my
friend was looking down at this platform when I noticed
a very big wave approaching. I told him it was
time to move, but he didn't respond, and something seemed
really wrong. It was like he wasn't even there. He
snapped out of it after I screamed at him a
few times and we got out of the way, and
he was completely freaking out, and I asked him why
he didn't respond, and he said he'd seen a vision
of ship. It was daytime in his vision, and lots
of people were about loading up this old fashioned steamship.
It was an ordinary simple scene, which discount which discounts
both a past recollection one's not prompted by hypnosis or
nearly always the death of the life in question and
an atmospheric photograph ghosts, assuming strong emotions are the key
to such feelings. We went back the next day and
his description of the lip in this vision, or in
the tip, rather the lip in the vision, squared with
what's there today to a t. He said, the ramp
had a cart on it mounted on train rails, and
while there were no rails there today, there are further
towards land, and in concrete on the ramp is of
a noticeably different grain to the rest of the platform.
He said that the tip seemed shorter, and again a
different grain of concrete towards the end suggests this is true.
He said that there were streams of water pouring off
the sides of the tip, and there are remnants of
wooden channels on the surface. These were obviously intended to
siphon water off the breaking waves. To quicker and I
asked him how he felt during the vision, and he said,
I felt like I was there, but shouldn't have been there.
The people in the vision gave no indication they knew
that he was there. But this is all hardly relevant
detail because it only lasted no more than ten seconds.
The person in question was and still is one of
the good friends of the observant, intelligent, logical but still
open minded man who is currently in the Air Force.
And we've been down to the tip at night one
hundred times before and one hundred times since, and nothing
like it has ever happened again. The sea around the
tiphead is very rough and the entry to the river
is a very hazardous at times, and many ships have
gone down in the area, and I'd be surprised if
the place hasn't seen at least one suicide. But there's
a moment down there to the people who've drowned in
the area over the years. It's got about a dozen
or a monument rather sorry, about a dozen plaques on it,
and if anything, it's underused. And when I head down
there at night, even when I think about all this stuff,
it really doesn't. But some nights there's just something about
the place. One night it was a beautiful, clear and
calm night New Year's about nineteen ninety nine. If I'm
not mistaken, the view from the end would have been
something special. But my friend, a different one and I
both agreed something wasn't right. Another time, I was down
there with the friend who had the time slip, and
we got about halfway down the road and I couldn't
get away fast enough. I've often wondered about emotional imprint
or atmospheric photograph type ghosts aren't just time slips manifesting
to a weaker level. There are too many ghosts who
obviously are not sentient, but also aren't doing anything that
would suggest a strong emotional situation. Is the trigger. You
also have to factor in the surroundings. Some places haven't
changed much over the years to the casual observer. Also,
if the experience features people, then the person viewing the
thing might be so caught up in what's going on
to really take in the fact that the scenery has
changed as well. Basically, I think time slips are probably
more common than they first appear, And that's a good
that's a good point. They may very well be. That's
it's hard to know. It's really hard to know, you know,
are these are these things just fleeting moments For many
of us, Maybe those feelings of familiarity or deja vu
are just more like some emotional remnant of a time
slipper or you know another time peeking through? Is that
maybe what DejaVu is that we're on, We're on a
psychic level picking up those emotions from another time. I
don't know. I'm just thinking out loud here as I'm
talking to you guys, But uh, it is curious, and
this is this is the the reason I love the
paranormal so much?
Speaker 4: Is is it?
Speaker 2: It just has such a stream of possibility and it
creates a world of mystery in its wake, you know,
And I think that's really cool. Now, the next one
I'm gonna share with you is one that's it's really
done the rounds. A lot of people have heard this one,
and perhaps you have as well. And I don't mean
to repeat things over and over. In fact, that's one
of my things on the show, is that I don't
like to recover a lot of material that's already been
done to death on other shows, because I don't know
that I have anything new to add or say that
will describe it any different than anybody else has done
dozens of times before. However, I do want to share
this story because I think it's probably one of the
most profound examples of time slips that I've ever heard,
So let me share this with you and see what
you guys think. And this one has to do with
a woman named Charlotte Moberly an Elaine Jordaine, and it
has to do with a visit to Versailles. So it
says in August nineteen oh one, two scholarly women from England,
England's Saint Hugh's College, Charlotte and Moberly and Eleanor Jordaine,
boarded a train for Versailles. In the days prior, they
had spent time sight seeing around Paris, to which they
were both relatively unfamiliar, and neither was well versed in
French history. The little they knew came from historical novels
and the school house lessons of their youth. Moberley had
read the first volume of Justin McCarthy's tome The French Revolution,
which gave her a slight academic advantage over Jordaine, but
did little to garner any real enthusiasm for the trip
to Versailles. In truth, both women expected a dull and
uneventful outing after the out or the touring took place
the palace. Oh man, I'm sorry, I don't mean to
read this so sloppy. After touring the palace and feeling
regrettably indifferent, they sat down at the I don't know
how to pronounce this. It's the hall of mirrors. I
don't know how to pronounce the French words, so you'll
forgive me, I hope, but I have a pretty basic
American tongue here, so it doesn't do all that fancy
stuff too well. And enjoy the light breeze coming from
the open windows. With time to spare, im Moberly suggested
that they visit Petit Trianon. I guess I did have
a little better palette there, sorry, a small chateau first
occupied by Madame du Barry until seventeen seventy four, when
a newly crowned Lewis the sixteenth gave it to his
young Queen Marie Antoinette. Using a beadacker guide, they headed
in the general direction of the Trianon. They took an
unusually long route down a large flight of steps towards
the fountains, along the full length of the central avenue,
and all the way to the head of the long pond.
The weather was overcast in gray. After an eternity of walking,
Moberly and Jordaine found themselves in the Grand Trianon, only
to find it closed to the public. It was then
that strange visions came into view, visions of a century
long since passed. They passed a wide green drive to
the next path, where Jordaane immediately noticed a woman shaking
a white cloth out of an upstairs window, seemingly in
slow motion. Walking further, they noticed two men standing in
the distance. Initially thinking the men were gardeners giving their
wheelbarrow and pointed spade, Moberly and Jordayne were dumbfounded by
the manner in which they were dressed in long gray
green coats with tri cornered hats. Nevertheless, the men directed
the women to continue straight ahead. Jordaane then noticed a
cottage with a woman in girl standing in the doorway.
Both the women and the girl wore a white kerchief
tucked into the bodhis. The girl's dress was down to
her ankles, and she wore a white cap. Jordaane described
it as tableau vivante, as similar to a pair of
wax figures rather than human beings, and suddenly Moberly was
engulfed by extreme depression, which deepened with every step at once,
they came upon a small wooden area with a circular
garden kiosk. A man was sitting there, and he was
wearing a cloak and a large shady hat. The grass
was lifeless and covered with dead leaves. The area looked
flat and unnatural, with no light, shade or shadows. There
was no wind in the trees. The man turned and
looked at the two women, and Moberly felt genuine alarm.
His face was repulsive and dark with smallpox scars. His
expression was hateful. Both women were frozen in place until
becoming startled by the sudden approach of another man. He
was tall and handsome, with dark eyes, and wore a broad,
and wore a broad that hid all the few strands
all but a few strands of his dark curly hair.
The man muttered a few words in rapid French, smiled
and persuaded Moberly and Jordaane to proceed to the right,
which they did by passing over a small bridge. When
they finally reached the Petit Trianon, Moberly observed a regal
looking woman sitting on a stool. The lady was holding
out a piece of paper at arm's length, as if
to study it. She appeared to be sketching the trees.
As Moberly and Jordaane inch closer, the lady turned to
look at them. Her face was pretty, but not young.
She wore a large white hat and had an abundance
of light colored hair that fluffed around her forehead. A
long waist summer's dress sat on her shoulders, with her
thin line of green gold near the edge. It was
of royal eighteenth century fashion standards. Without speaking, Mobili and
Jordaane left the area and continued to feel a growing
oppressiveness in the air. Walking around to the opposite side,
Moberli again saw the lady, this time noticing that her
shawl was pale green. Both women left the ground shortly after.
Mobili and Jordaine did not speak of their experience until
a week later. After writing separate versions of what they
encountered and comparing notes, they visited the Trianon gardens again,
but could not retrace their original path. Specific landmarks marks,
notably the kiosk and the bridge, were missing. Research led
them to believe the Trenon was haunted and that the
lady in the royal dressed was the ghost of Marie Antoinette. Ironically,
Jordaine had not seen the lady and Moberly had not
seen the cottage with the woman standing in the doorway. However,
both had seen the scowling man with the marked face.
They determined him to be Joseph Hyacinthe Francois des Paul
de Rigaud, the Comte de I don't know how to
say that, a nobleman of the court of King Louis
the sixteenth. I'm sorry. There's some things my mouth just
can't do, and that was one of them. They published
a story of their trip to Versailles an adventure in
nineteen eleven under the pseudonym Elizabeth Morrison and Francis Lamont.
A whirlwind of excitement and skepticism followed. Critics found the
tale to be improbable and ventured that Moberly and Jordaine
had simply misinterpreted common events for paranormal activity. Parapsychological discussions
of the Moberly Jordaane incident have suggested that the women
experienced a time slip or some form of retrocognition. Still,
both women maintained the authenticity of what they had seen until.
Speaker 4: The day they died.
Speaker 2: Wow, The true identities as the authors of the book
were not made public until nineteen thirty one, so they
may have very well gotten a glimpse into the old
court at Versailles. So very interesting again that a lot
of people have talked about this, and I'm not presenting
it to you as anything new, but I think it's
still very interesting and very profound. Now, they had plenty
of interactions not only with what was going on around them,
but apparently people in this time slip saw them and
encouraged them forward. Or were these people some kind of
intermediaries that were, you know, guiding their unique tour so
to speak. And you know, I don't know, and nobody
could know, I guess, but you just got to try
to make sense of what has gone on based upon
you know, the context it's given here. So whatever the
case is, I just find that story very interesting. And
there are many stories like this I've come across through
the years. In one instance, there was some people that
some park or reserve or something in North England or
or in Europe. I don't recall which this is. Years
ago I heard about this, but I was just absolutely
amazed by it. And they passed by this megalithic stone,
and as they came through it into the open prairie
on the other side of it, they passed around the
corner of this megalithic stone. There in front of them
was an entire field full of Middle Ages troops. They
were all in formation and apparently moving towards a battle
of some kind. And I don't recall I believe though, no,
I believe that they were never acknowledged, that the the
the vision they were seeing never openly acknowledged them. But
I'm thinking maybe as I'm recalling this, that maybe there
was a look of confused recognition that somebody was there,
that one of the people on horseback was like, you know,
seeing these people and not really sure what to think,
because I'm sure, you know, if we if we emerged
in you know, the Middle Ages, in our current you know,
method of dressing, we would probably look pretty shocking to
the sensibilities of that era. So but again, you know,
ever since I heard that story, and I think that's
probably the very first time slip story I've ever heard,
I was just hooked. I was like, wait a minute,
this is really bizarre, this is really cool. We may
be able to look through time. And what I think
these things may be. I guess I could summarize it
at the end more but I think that they're little windows,
natural windows that occur in just you know, the the
ethers of our reality that they're, you know, little currents
or eddies of time just move through and we get
these glimpses. But I don't know, all right, So this
next one is an excerpt from a book by Charles Burlitz.
And I'm a big fan of Charles Burlitz's books. In fact,
Charles Burlitz was the first author that really introduced me
to the paranormal. As a young, young, I don't know,
eighte nine year old kid, I stumbled on one of
his books, and I think it was I think it
very well might have been this book. But in any case,
it's just he does a great job. He was very
methodical with his research, a very intelligent man, and really
documented a lot of incredible things. And he did a
lot of work back in the day on the things
like the Bermuda Triangle and stuff, and those are phenomena
that aren't mentioned as much anymore. And I don't know
if that's because whatever was going on there doesn't go
on as much anymore, or if we've just learned enough
to understand more about what could have happened and therefore
it's not as fantastic. I don't know which it is.
I guess I'll have to look into that myself, because
it might be, you know, good material for another show.
But let me read this. It says it all began
instantly enough in October nineteen seventy nine, when two couples
in Dover, England, set off on a vacation together, intending
to travel through France and Spain. It ended in a
journey that took them to another world. Jeff and Paul
Simpson and their friends Len and Cynthia Gisbee boarded a
boat that took them across the English Channel to the
coast of France. There they rented a car and proceeded
to drive north. Around nine point thirty that evening October third,
they began to tire and looked for a place to stay.
They pulled off the auto route when they saw a
plush looking motel. Lynn went inside and in the lobby
encountered a man in a man dressed in an odd
plumb colored uniform. The man said there was no room
at the motel, but there was a small hotel south
along the road, and Len thanked him, and he and
his companions went on along the way. They were struck
by the oddness of the cobbled, narrow road and the
buildings they passed. They also saw posters advertising a circus.
There was a very old fashioned circus, Pauline would remember,
and that's why we took so much interest. Finally, the
travelers saw a long, low building with a row of
brightly lit windows. Some men were standing in front of it,
and when Cynthia spoke with them, they told her the
place was an inn, not a hotel. They drove further
down the road until they saw two buildings, one a
police station and the other an old fashioned two story
building bearing a sign marked hotel. Inside everything was made
of heavy wood. There were no table claws on the tables,
nor was there any evidence of such modern conveniences such
as telephones or elevators. The rooms were no less strange.
The beds had heavy sheets and no pillows, and there
were no locks on the doors, only wooden catches. The
bathroom the couples had to share had old fashioned plumbing,
and after they ate They returned to their rooms and
fell asleep. They were awakened when sunlight filtered through the windows,
which consisted only of wooden shutters, no glass, and they
went back to the dining room and ate a simple
breakfast with black and horrible coffee. Jeffreycalled and as they
were sitting there, a woman wearing a silk evening gown
and carrying a dog under her arm, sat opposite to them.
It was strange, Pauline said, it looked like she had
just come in from a ball, but it was seven
in the morning. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
At that point, two endgames entered the room. They were
nothing like the the Oh, I'm sorry, not endgames. Gendarme is.
I don't know what gen darme is. I imagine that's guards,
but or you know, early early version of constables. But
ge n d A r MA S. Sorry, I guess
I'm more tired than I thought when I started recording,
so forgive me. And they were nothing like the gendarmes
we saw anywhere else in France. According to jeff their
uniforms seemed to be very old. The uniforms were deep
blue and the officers were wearing capes over their shoulders.
Their hats were large and peaked. Despite the oddities, the
couples enjoyed themselves, and when they returned to their rooms,
the two husbands separately took pictures of their wives standing
by the shuttered windows, and on their way out, Lenn
and Jeff talked with the gendarmes about the best way
to take the auto route to Avignon and the Spanish border.
The officers didn't seem to understand the word auto route,
and the travelers assumed they hadn't pronounced the French word properly.
The directions they were given were quite poor, but they took.
They took the friends to an old road some miles
out of the way, and they decided to use the
map instead and take a more direct route along the highway.
After the car was packed, Len went to pay the
bill and was astonished when the manager asked only for
nineteen francs. Assuming there was some sort of misunderstanding, Len
exclaimed that there were four of them and they had
eaten a meal, and the manager only nodded, and Len
showed the bill to the din Dharmes, who smiled and
indicated there was nothing amiss. He paid in cash and
left before they could change their minds. On their way
back from two weeks in Spain, the two couples decided
to stop at the hotel again. They had had a pleasant,
interesting time there and the prices certainly couldn't be beat.
That night was rainy and cold, and visibility was poor,
but they found the turnoff and noticed the circus signs
they had seen before. This was definitely the right road,
Pauline declared it was, but there was no hotel alongside it.
Thinking that somehow they had missed, they went back to
the hotel where the man in the plumb colored suit
had given them directions that motel was there, but there
was no man in an unusual suit, and the clerk
denied such an individual working there. The couples drove three
times up and down the road looking for something that
they were now beginning to realize was no longer there.
They drove north and spent the night in a hotel
in Leon's rooms with modern facilities. Breakfasts and dinner cost
them two hundred and forty seven francs, and upon their
return to Dover, Jeff and Lynn had their respective roles
of film processed. In each case the pictures of the hotel,
one by Jeff and two by Len, were in the
middle of the roll, but when they got the pictures back,
the ones taken inside the hotel were missing. There were
no spoiled negatives. Each film had its full quota of pictures.
It was as if the pictures it was as if
pictures had never been taken, except for the small detail
that a reporter for Yorkshire Television would notice. There was
evidence that the camera had tried to wind on in
the middle of the films. Rocket holes in the negatives
showed damage. The couples kept quiet about their experience for
three years, telling it only to friends and family. One
friend found a book which was revealed that gendarmes wore
the uniforms described prior to nineteen oh five. Eventually, a
reporter for the Dover newspaper heard the story and published
an account. Later, a television dramatization of the experience was
produced by a local station. In nineteen eighty five, Manchester
psychiatrist Albert Keller hypnotized Jeff Simpson to see if he
could recall any more of the peculiar event. Under hypnosis,
he added nothing new to what was consciously remembered on
Jenny Randalls, a British writer who investigated this bizarre episode,
wonders what really happened to the four travelers in rural France.
Was this a time slip? If so, one wonders why
the hotel manager was apparently not surprised by their futuristic
vehicle and clothing, and why you accepted their nineteen seventy
nine currency. There you go, there's the answer to my question,
which certainly would have appeared odd to anybody living that
far back in the past. The travelers, perhaps time travelers,
have no explanation. We only know what happened, says Jeff.
Very interesting. That is crazy. I think this would be
a good place to take a break, So just stand by,
ladies and gentlemen. We'll be back for more of these
peculiar tales of amazing time anomalies here on the Paranormal Portal.
All right, ladies and gentlemen, we're back, and we're back
at it. We are discussing time anomalies here tonight on
the show. And again, this is a subject I'm absolutely
fascinated with. It's not a common occurrence by any means,
but it is incredibly interesting. What is going on in
these situations? Now, just to recaunt that last one, it
sounded like they were being guided to this experience. Weird
person in the plumb colored outfit that appeared at the
other motel to encourage them to this place. I mean,
he was part of the gig, right, It's was he
kind of was he kind of the Yoda of this
experience or whatever?
Speaker 4: You know?
Speaker 2: Was he the sage ushering them on a magical path?
Speaker 4: You know?
Speaker 2: That's the curiosity part to me. I don't know, It's
like it's almost like some people just draw these you know,
golden tickets, and they get these incredible events and when
they're done, they're done. Now, there's plenty of stories, like
I've heard a few of them through the years of
like people being on a road having car trouble and suddenly,
out of nowhere appears the you know this old like
nineteen fifties diner, excuse me, and somebody emerges and helps them,
and they go inside and have a nice dinner and
meal and talk with the person and and how for
some reason or other there they're vehicles able to be fixed,
and off they go on their way, and then they
try to return at a later time to thank the
people owning the establishment, but they may run along and
find this decrepit building which is only a shell of
what they experienced, like as if as if half a
century had gone by since this place was in business.
Those come up quite a bit, and again they're they're
absolutely amazing events. I do think there's something to this,
and quite honestly, maybe it's because I want to believe
in it. Maybe it's just maybe it's just that simple.
But I always say in the portal that I can't
vouch for the authenticity of a lot of the stories
that I read, because you know, they're just things I
find in my in my searching and researching, and you know,
I don't have the ability to interview witnesses. I don't
have the ability to try to recreate something. I don't
have the ability to examine you know, their gear, their cameras,
you know, et cetera, et cetera. But if only one
percent of the stories that I share are actually true,
that's still incredibly profound. That still speaks to an incredible
amount of phenomena that's happening, and speaks to an incredibly
fluid reality that we live in. So this is just
part of what keeps me going on the portal and
keeps me really interesting, interested rather in continuing to look,
continuing to search for meaning and answers and all of
these questions, but very very very cool encounters. So this
one is. This was apparently taken from the Ghostly Register
by Arthur Myers, published in nineteen eighty six. It says
The Mount is a Neo Georgian mansion built between nineteen
hundred and nineteen oh two by Edith Wharton, one of
America's great literary figures, and as a country retreat in
the Berkshire Hills of western Massachusetts. In nineteen seventy eight,
a very high powered acting troupe called Shakespeare and Company
moved into the Mount. Following is an account by one
of the tenants, Andrea Herring, an actress and voice teacher.
She says, it was in the winter of about nineteen
seventy nine, and we had a meeting and a lot
of feelings had come up and people were really excited
and disturbed. I went up to Edith Wharton's writing room
because a couple of people were having a discussion in
my bedroom and there was an extra mattress in Edith
Wharton's room, and I thought I'd just like down until
they were done. I stoked up the wood stove in
the room so that I would have stayed warm until
about noon the next day. And this is around midnight,
and I slept till about four in the morning, and
then I drifted awake because it was very cold in
the room. My eyes were still closed, but I was awake,
and I since there was someone else in the room.
I opened my eyes and saw three figures in the room,
and where the room had been bare of furniture, there
was now a small divvyan and a desk with a chair.
I really thought I must be dreaming, but I sort
of pinched myself and slapped myself, and I thought, no,
I'm awake. I must be seeing coasts. Well that's interesting,
and it was just a fragment of a story, but
again just appearing in another time. Very interesting. Sorry, I
had to cough. I don't know. And there's one big
one here that I want to read right at the ending,
and then there's more after that if we have time.
But let me get a drink here quick. Sorry, gotta
wet my whistle. Lots of reading, which is good. Reading
is good. Words are your friends. So this one is
has to do with the UK newspaper shop, and it
was his sisters find themselves out of phase in a
UK newspaper shop. It was nineteen ninety eight on a
summer's morning in Leeds. My sister and I were on
our way to work and decided to pop into the
paper shop. Whether this is relevant, I don't know, but
the shop is situated in a building built around eighteen
ninety nine. My sister was in front of me as
we approached the shop, and through the glass pane I
saw a woman browsing in a magazine section immediately to
the left of the door entrance. It looked as though
this woman would be in our way as we entered
the shop, but as we did, my sister didn't seem
to be aware of her, and I told my sister
mind that woman, But she carried on walking and went
right through her, and the woman faded away. Only then
did my sister stop and ask what woman. I walked
ahead of my sister a little further into the shop
and turned to her and told her, I think I've
just seen a spirit. You just walked through this woman
that's just through was adamant that she saw no one.
We both looked around the shop. The lights were off,
which I did think was odd, and it seemed very
gray and eerie. It was the kind of atmosphere you'd
expect in the early hours of winter morning, but this
was a summertime during business hours. Though all the shelves
were stocked like they should have been. We were the
only people there. My sister mentioned it was cold, and
she said she felt something funny was going on, and
I felt this too, and I said, we really need
to get out of here. We left the shop, but
lingered outside the door, and I described the woman who
had been in modern day dress to my sister, and
she asserted, there's no one there. The shop was empty.
Upon later comparison, I found that my sister saw everything
I saw, apart from the woman. We were outside the
shop door for all of a minute when I asked
my sister to come back in with me. When we
entered the shop, the lights were on and it was
full of customers, school kids, people on their way to work,
et cetera. Had I looked more carefully at the people
in the store the second time we entered I feel
I would have seen the woman. My sister walked through.
The usual woman was behind the till, but she was
staring at us with her mouth open. My sister said,
what the hell is going on? Where did all these
people come from? I was just in total shock. I
walked to the till with my sister and bought some cigarettes.
As the woman served us, she looked quite terrified. I'll
never forget the look on her face. We left the
shop and to this day still can't get our heads
around it. We did go back about a month later
to ask the woman if she noticed anything odd, but
there was a man serving. My sister said she'd been
back a few times but has never seen her again.
We did ask the man if anyone had ever mentioned
anything about the shop, but I think he thought we
were loons there again, you know, they just it was
as simple as passing through a doorway, passing through a doorway,
and they had this profound event. So what happened there?
And quite honestly, I don't know. Very strange, but very cool,
though again a glimpse into maybe a moment between time,
because there was nobody in this encounter at all. There
was nobody at all so it's very interesting. But as
soon as they went out, it was still nobody. They're
still in this kind of odd time I don't know,
time anomaly, I guess is the best way to put it.
And they went back in and as soon as they
passed the threshold, boom, they were back in normal time.
And I suspect the woman working at the register probably
saw them come out of nowhere, like actually materialize right there,
and that's probably why they had that reaction.
Speaker 4: So just a thought or.
Speaker 2: Two I seem to have. I'm sorry, I got a
message on my phone and it hummed at me. So
these are just things that come up in these time slips.
Speaker 4: What do they mean?
Speaker 2: I don't know, do they mean anything. Well, my assertion
about the paranormal is this that when it happens, it's
not it's not the hiccups of reality. It's not when
reality is broken or something is askew, but it's the
breadcrumbs leading us to more complete understanding of the nature
of our reality that we live in, Like there's more
to it. There's still mystery, and there's still so much
to discover and learn. And I think that that's the
situation with these these time slips as well as well
as ghost stories as well as you know, miraculous events
is you know, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. So
you know, you just insert the phenomena and it's still
is there, I believe partially just to show us there's more,
and so that would imply a consciousness, I would think,
and some of these stories seem to be seemed to
be predicated by a consciousness encouraging people to a situation
where they're going to experience this. In the case of
the people in the old inn that doesn't exist, they
were ushered to this place by the weird man in
the purple outfit. Very strange, but nonetheless that's what they saw.
Excuse me, sorry about that. Okay, So let's see. This
one is pretty long. I don't know if I'll have
enough time for this one. Yeah, I think I will.
All right, I'm gonna read this one. So this one is, uh,
let's see, blah blah blah. I believe that what I
experienced was a time slip, a supposed anomaly where time
doesn't flow in the linear fashion we perceive it to
flow in.
Speaker 4: Anyway.
Speaker 2: The day started off with my best friend and I
meeting up to go on a road trip outside our hometown.
We were refreshing the freedom summer vacation provided. We were
relishing Sorry, I'm just so sorry. We were relishing the
freedom summer vacation provided, and we were just glad to
be away from college and back at home with our family.
The trip was no more than a recreational pursuit, enabling
us the opportunity to observe the scenic, photogenic tourist attractions
residing outside our town and within the state. The day
went on smoothly and it was an enjoyable ride. It
was only an hour or only jeez. It was only
in the later part of the journey that the trip
began to take a turn for the worst. It was
evening and we were on our way back. The return
trip should have taken no more than three or four hours, tops,
and as we entered a particular route, the calm, cloudless
conditions suddenly altered into dark, cloudy weather. This rapid transition
was rather peculiar, but being the ignorant teenagers we were,
we just let it go and continued with our conversation.
As we drove on a bit more, it became apparent
that a storm was unfolding. The storm wasn't any different
than any other than the fact that the clouds seemed
to take on a mild yellow hue and the air
seemed to be buzzing with electricity. The hair on our
necks started to stand up, and the speedometer and gas
reading on the car went haywire. At this point, my
friend became startled, and she started to complain about the
sudden lack of cars. There were a few cars that
were tailing by in the near vicinity, and since the
road was straight, it was rather creepy that they just disappeared.
By now it was fairly obvious that we were both
freaked out, and we came to a stop. It was
fortunate that we did so, because the car completely cut
out and the storm became more intense. We both got
out of the car and I volunteered to travel up
the road a bit in search of some help while
she stayed with the car. I was certain there were
a few houses along this route and continued trekking along
the road, and the storm began to psych me out
all the while. It was about a while through the
trek that the storm seemed to reach a climax with loud,
discordant thunder and intense lightning before it were abruptly stopped.
Almost immediately after the storm stopped, it dawned on me
that the scenery had changed, it becoming rather peculiar. It
wasn't so much the type of vegetation and natural features,
but the repetitiveness of them and their structure and shape.
Perhaps this is an overreaction, but it all just felt
really abnormal. After having covered about two miles, I began
to lose hope when all of a sudden I noticed
a bright light behind this hill. I hadn't noticed this
hill before, but considering my attention span, I didn't think
much of it. As I rounded the hill, I came
across what appeared to be a street that led into
a residential area filled with elation. I jogged along the street,
and it was then that the street struck me as
being odd, because the houses had garage designs that were circular,
and the roofs contained what I think were sheets of
dark metal rather than tiles. The street was also really quiet.
I walked about the street a bit when I heard laughter,
and traverse to the source of the laughter, I came
across a house with a middle aged woman who coincidentally
reminded me of my best friend, probably in her late
forties or early fifties, playing and laughing along with her
grandchildren in the front lawn. I approached the house and said,
excuse me, do you mind helping me out? She turned
and looked at me, and then an expression of pure
consternation and dread and enveloped her. She immediately stood up
and backed away a bit and started to rapidly exclaim,
Oh my god, this can't be. This really scared the
hell out of me, to say the least. She reacted
like I was a ghost. I know at that point
I should have left, but I was reluctant to do
so out of fear that she might call the police,
mistaking me for some kind of serial killer or robber
of some sort. So instead I tried calmering her down
and pleaded with her, wait, please calm down. I just
need help, Please, I really need help. I said those
last few words, I uttered pleadingly, because I was getting desperate.
Fortunately for me, she must have registered my desperation because
she stopped backing away and approached me a bit closer again,
and I thought I saw my best friend. In her
strange as it seems, I felt a closeness to her.
At this point, her grandchildren were now crying because she
tried to console them. When they quieted down, she turned
face to face and said, is it really you, Jessica Honi.
At this point I felt my bowels vibrate and my
stomach squeeze itself. Now there are only two people who call,
or have ever called me Jessica. The first person is
my best friend, who does it as a joke considering
my name is Jesse, whilst the second person is my grandpa,
who loathes me and considers me an effeminate disgrace. To reply,
I said, how did you know it was? At this
point I looked at her and saw a strange mark
below her blonde hair on her cheek. It was a
burn mark. Now this is important because my best friend
had a burn mark too in the exact same position.
I started to back off, and I began to sweat profusely.
It was incredibly uncomfortable. She also seemed rather unnerved and
made a strange whimpering noise, to which her grandchildren started
to cry again. I was incredibly uncomfortable where I was
and felt the desire to run away were at not
for an inclination holding me back. In all honesty, it
was weird, really disturbing and confusing. Her grandchildren were now
screaming as she tried to console them. I looked at
her and said, please, what's going on? She looked at
me and said, I'm not sure, honey, but it's wonderful
to see that gorgeous, youthful complexion of yours.
Speaker 4: Again.
Speaker 2: I looked at her as if she were insane. In fact,
amidst the fleeting suspicions that she was the future version
of my best friend, I tried to reassure myself that
this is no more than a person suffering from dementia.
The noise of her grandchildren now tracted the attention of
people inside the house. A man probably in his late
twenties or early thirties, with a tousled mat of blonde
hair and a white coat on came rushing forth. As
he drew closer, the name uncanny similarity between me and
him scared me.
Speaker 4: Mom, what's going on?
Speaker 2: He shouted? He rushed forth and stopped as he looked
at me. No way, he said, dead, It can't be no,
But you're young. By now, I felt like vomiting, and
I had basically pooped my pants, quite literally. Two more
people came out of the house, a gorgeous blonde girl
with a business suit and another young man with a
business suit, and they looked at me, and the girl
quickly stated, holy crap, he looks like Dad did in
his college photos. By now, my vision began to fade,
I guess because of stress, and the strange stormy weather
had reappeared much more intense than what it was, And
the lady turned to her daughter, and I looked at
her and saw a gorgeous, beaming face, a face that
I've grown accustomed to since I was a young toddler.
I felt certain it was my best friend's face. At
that point, I actually felt happy. Before I knew what happened,
the storm started to become more severe, quite ominous really,
and then it was pitch dark. I was in the
middle of a field with trees and cows off in
the distance, and I blacked out. I woke up some
time later by a farmer who found me and called
me an ambulance, and I was at the hospital, and
before I knew it, my best friend had come along
with my family. She told me that eight hours had
passed since I left the since I left till the
farmer found me, and it was just about sunrise of
the next day. Apparently I was found one hundred and
twenty one hundred and twenty miles from where the car was.
She asked me what happened, and I said I didn't know.
I think she knew I was lying, but she hasn't
mentioned it again. I doubt i'd ever tell her. The
actual encounter with the lady lasted no more than more
than five to seven minutes top, but I can remember
it with such clarity and detail. The time and the
time I thought till I left the car to the
point I blacked out was no more than an hour tops.
The above recount is one hundred percent true, and I
hope you all believe me. I posted this account because
I truly can't explain it, and I hope you guys
can make some sense of it. It was a bittersweet experience,
but a confusing one in many senses, paranormally and relationship wise,
and definitely has impacted me profoundly. To say the least,
it has caused me to question the parameters of what
we refer to as the paranormal. And I never knew
a phenomena such as time travel existed, and am certain
I had a glimpse of the future. Very cool. Well,
there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, several stories involving
time slips.
Speaker 4: Again.
Speaker 2: I think that the time probably is pretty fluid, or
at least what we understand it to be is not
a linear, concrete thing, but it is probably more tied
to our understanding and awareness in the reality that we
are in currently at this time. And maybe shifting time
is no more difficult than turning a corner if you
do it at the right time. I don't know, but
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