Time Slips

Albert Einstein himself stated at least once that time is not stable, it is alternating and inconsistent in nature.  Physicists like Albert Einstein, Michio Kaku and Stephen Hawking have all said time travel is theoretically possible; our science just can’t achieve it. That brings us to the point of this post; time slips. Time slips occur when time (now) interlocks with a previous time (then).  It can only be experienced by the person in the current time (now).  This event is usually unnoticed by people in the earlier time (then).  Have you ever heard someone just say, "You won't believe what I think I just saw."  Or "I could have sworn I saw a car (or any object) over there."  I know someone personally who visited the Gettysburg National Park several years ago.  It was just after noon and he saw what he thought were Union soldiers (reenactors) on horseback riding up to a wooded area of the park.  He had been told there would be no reenactments that day.  It lasted just a few seconds.  But, both he and his wife saw it.  The odd thing about this is that the soldier bringing up the rear looked back at my friend and seemed shocked!  Of course, that contradicts what I just stated about people in the earlier time not noticing a time slip.  Let's take a look at some other instances of time slips.

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A white Ford pickup pulled up to cattle pasture near Ponca City, Oklahoma, in early Fall 1971, and stopped at a gate. Karl, Mark, and Gordon worked for cattle feed distributor and were sent to this remote area to pick up a feeder. What they found there has kept them silent for 41 years.  “We opened the gate, which was barbed wire with no lock, and entered,” Karl said. “We went on the property, which was covered with grass up to and over the hood of the truck.” “We realized the tank was almost half full and too heavy to load,” Karl said. “We decided to leave and drove around the red barn and we saw a large, two story white house, with no lights in front of us."  The trio drove back to the cattle feed company and the boss said he’d drain the tank and they could pick it up tomorrow.  “We went to the location to retrieve the tank the next night,” Karl said. “This time we decided to go through the old white big house on the hill and brought our shotguns.”  They drove onto the property over the path they’d made through the grass the day before and loaded the tank. What they saw next was unbelievable.  “It was no longer there,” Karl said. “We walked up the hill where it stood and there were no signs of demolition, no foundation, nothing at all. What we all seemed to witness the night before was no longer there. We have talked to each other over the years but none of us can begin to explain this vision.”

In Topeka, Kansas, in 1958, there was an arts and crafts festival going on a hot July weekend.  There were visitors from all over the county taking part in this event.  There were planes from WWII there for people to see what won the war for the Allies just 13 years previously.  When a P-51 Mustang landed at the dirt strip adjacent to the festival, no one thought anything unusual.  But, what happened next was anything but ordinary.  The pilot came out of the plane demanding to know where he was.  Many thought he was suffering from vertigo or some form of amnesia.  He refused to get medical help and asked how to get back to his squadron.  When asked where he was attached, he stated he was attached to a squadron in Great  Britain.  The pilot would not give more information because he said the people there were "...some kind of great Nazi hoax meant to delude me."  Some men rushed him because they now thought he was out of his mind.  He escaped, got back to his plane (which he apparently left running) and took off.  Local airports did not ever pick up on him entering air space or leaving.  Over 200 people bore witness to this event which lasted less than 5 minutes.

In the summer of 1972, in Bronson, Missouri, a mother (Jessica Billingsly) and her 8 year old son (Matthew) took a walk to a nearby supermarket.  On the way there, they saw a man dressed in American Revolutionary garb, with the colorful headdress, long flowing sleeves and button-down shoes of that era.  Thinking there was a play somewhere that day,  Mrs. Billingsly asked him if it were rather hot to wear such clothing on a hot August day.  The man seemed perturbed and asked her the name of the town.  She told him Bronson.  He seemed confused and continued on his walk.  Thinking nothing of it, Mrs. Billingsly continued on her way, but not before she took one look back at the man.  He was gone.  There was no way for him to have gone anywhere on the highway that quickly.

Tom Orcutt and his wife, of Sioux City, SD, had just finished eating dinner one Friday night in December of 1962.  Before he was able to sit down to watch TV, Tom noticed the doorknob of his front door being twisted as if someone was trying to come inside.  Tom asked who is there, thinking it was carolers wanting to sing Christmas songs.  Tom opened the door to a woman standing there who appeared to be in shock.  "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?," she demanded from Tom.  Tom told her he had owned the house for 7 years.  He asked her who she was.  "I am Martha Nevins, owner of this house since it was built in 1898 and I demand you leave before I get the sheriff to have you arrested!!!"  Thinking she had lost her mind, Tom told his wife to call the police.  When he turned around, she was gone.  Completely flabbergasted, Mr. Orcutt could not get the lady out of his mind that night.  So, the next day he went to the local library to look up the history of his house.  Tom knew it was old.  But, did not think it was 64 years old as Martha Nevins had told him.  Sure enough, Mrs. Nevins was right.  But, what was strange was that he also discovered that a Martha Nevins was the one who had the house built.  A ghost?  No, because Tom said she was as solid as he was and she even showed her home building permit from her purse to him to prove her identity.

In Midland, Texas, of March 1978, John Aresco, a gas station attendant, was drinking a cold glass of water on a really slow day.  There had only been two cars come in all morning to get gas.  Getting close to noon, John thought he might shutdown and go eat some lunch.  Before he had a chance to close the door, he saw a man standing in front of his gas pumps wearing a old-timer railroad conductor uniform.  John couldn't figure out how he came up so quickly.  John went out to the man to see if he could help him. "I can't find my train!  We are all going to be late if it doesn't get here quickly!" the conductor stated.  John told him the last passenger train to come through there was at the old L&N Railway depot.  It was torn down back in 1932, John said to him.  The conductor looked at him in shock.  "My God! What year is it? You mean it's not 1925 any longer?" the conductor asked.  "It's 1978, sir.  You just stay right here and let me go get you some help.  You look like you need it," John said.  As soon as John turned to leave, he noticed out of the corner of his eye the man just disappeared.

Patricia Owens had finished washing clothes and was about to hang them out to dry in the searing heat of Tucker, GA in early September of 1966.  As she prepared to go out the backdoor with the laundry basket, she noticed someone running back and forth at the far end of the backyard.  "He couldn't have been over 5'4 because I'm only 5'4 myself.  I called to him and got his attention,  He was heavily muscled and wearing what appeared to be wool skins over most of his body." Patricia Owens said.  The man looked at her in fear and raised a large stick he held in his right hand.  "I dropped my basket of clothing, started screaming and went back inside to call the police.  As I was shutting the door, I noticed he and the area around him began to shimmer and become blurry.  He then just disappeared completely," Mrs. Owens stated.  Halloween was still a month and a half away.  So, she did not think it had anything to do with that.   Police were called to the residence and found nothing.  A local community college Professor of Anthropology read the small newspaper article about Mrs. Owen's experience and was intrigued.  He brought several drawings of Homo Erectus, Cro-Magnon, Neanderthals, etc.  Patricia Owens said the drawing of the Neanderthal man was the most accurate of what she saw that day.

In Towson, Maryland, James Willcutt had just eaten breakfast on a rainy Sunday morning in 1954.   He was waiting on his wife to finish dressing before they both went to church in Baltimore.  Living in the city had its drawbacks.  But, James enjoyed the fact they had put up some new city lights near his apartment.  James noticed a young lady slumped against one of the new city lamp posts with no umbrella or anything else to protect her from the light rain of that morning.  What caught the attention of James, even more, was the dress she was wearing.  It appeared to be a hoop skirt favored by women during the Civil War.  He could tell, even from his window, she was heavily layered with clothing.  The Historical Preservation Society was not far away.  James had not read or heard of any such event where people would dress up as they were in the Civil War era.  He decided to venture outside to ask the young lady if he could be of any assistance.

As he drew closer, he could see her eyes were red from crying and she was still quietly sobbing as he approached.  "Can I help you in any way, Ma'am?" James asked.  The lady looked at him and said, "No, I'm just extremely sad right now as our entire nation must be." she replied.  Now, James was confused.  He asked what she was talking about.  "Where have you been?  Are you not aware our beloved President has been shot by an assassin and killed?" she asked him.  Horrified, James told her he had heard nothing about President Eisenhower being shot and killed on the radio or TV.  He knew it would have been on all the radio and TV stations of the day. Now, it was the young lady's turn to look confused and bewildered. "Eisenhower? What are you talking about? President Lincoln has been shot dead, dear man!!!  He is dead, dead, dead." she screamed at James.  As she said the final "dead" she and the area around her became blurry and James Willcutt blacked out.  He had no idea how long he was out on the wet sidewalk.  But, he awoke to the lady in the Civil War era hoop skirt gone and his wife crying as she helped him up.

John Keesly was having a rough Nebraska morning.  John was 38 years old, but felt much older.  It was bad enough trying to till up the field on a hot August day in 1947.  But, some young boy about 12 to 14 years old kept sneaking a swim in his pond.   He had run the boy off 2 times that week.  He had no idea who the kid was.  He did look vaguely familiar to John.  But, no one had any idea who the boy was or where he came from.  John Keesly had this farm passed down to him from his father, who had it passed down to him from John's grandfather.  So, farming was in John's blood.  He did not want anybody in that pond since he had it stocked with catfish.  It was the same pond that both he and his 2 younger brothers had swum in as young boys.  Both his brothers were killed in World War II that had ended just 2 years prior.  So, that pond had special meaning to John Keesly.  "I had just gotten down off my tractor to head on to the house for lunch.  It was then I saw that boy again," John stated.  "He was right back in the pond and this time I was determined to catch him" John said. As John ran toward the boy, the very air between both him and the young boy seemed to shimmer and roll in waves that stopped John dead in his tracks.  John was astonished.  Equally astonished was the young boy who John Keesly now could plainly see. "Who are you boy and why are you in my pond again?" asked John.  The boy then looked at him and said, "This pond belongs to my family and always has," said the young boy.  Now, John had to ask him...."What is your name?  How old are you?  The young boy, trembling with obvious fright, said: "My name is John Keesly and I am 12 years old."   The boy then just completely vanished right in front of John.  "I fell to the ground and thought I had been dreaming.  But, it suddenly came to me, I remembered a man chasing me from our own pond when I was only 12 years old and asking me who I was one day.  No one ever believed me," said John.  John Keesly said the boy never revisited the pond after that.

In early May of 1978, Francois Dubois was out enjoying his morning walk in Carentan, France.  This was a traditional thing for the 39-year-old Francois.  Carentan had some beautiful countryside that was seemingly lost on tourists due to interest in the 1944 battle between the German Wehrmacht and U.S. Army Airborne troops.  That battle was far from the mind of Mr. Francois Dubois as he continued on his walk that bright, sunny day in May.  As he paused, to look out over the amazing scenery, he heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy vehicle headed his way.  What he saw before him shocked him to his soul.  "There were at least two dozen American soldiers heading toward Carentan on the gravel road that I had been walking.  Some were riding on what appeared to be an old U.S. Army tank and the others walked behind it.  I waved to them and asked what was the occasion since D-Day celebrations were almost a month away," Francois stated.  The soldiers seemed oblivious to Francois as they continued down the gravel road.  The road dips down to where you can't see it.  Francois noticed the sound of the heavy tank had ceased.  He looked down into the valley and the tank and all the troops had disappeared.  Francois thought maybe the prior night's heavy drinking was taking a toll on him.  But, he did ask the mayor, who was a relative, if there were any D-Day events taking place that day.  He was told there were none and as mayor he would have known about it. 

The same thing took place just three days later on a Friday.  This was on a Tuesday and Friday.  Francois saw this same scene take place for a month just before the June 6, D-Day celebrations.  Each time, the troops did not notice him or did not see him.  One thing Francois noticed about these troops, besides appearing tired, they appeared hungry.  So, since Francois owned a deli in town, he decided to get some sandwiches and place them in a cooler to see if the troops would take them.  He left several bottles of his best white wine as well. He also left a note thanking the troops for liberating France from the Nazis.   "I left them at the curve where the Americans would slow down due to the tank.  I sat there and waited.  I must have waited two and a half hours and they did not show up on this Friday morning as they had the previous weeks.  So, I decided to just leave the sandwiches in the cooler and the wine where they could find them," Francois said.   "Later that afternoon, I decided to check in to see if they had eaten the sandwiches.  The sandwiches were gone and the bottles of wine were all empty.  I thought, maybe some of the townsfolk ate the sandwiches and drank the wine.  But, I noticed a piece of paper carefully wrapped with a rock on top of it," Francois said.  In that note, it was written, "It is our sacred honor and humble duty to liberate France.  Respectfully, LT. Terry Stanley, US Army, 101 AB.    PS  The sandwiches were great.  Thanks!  Francois Dubois saw them once more just before annual D-Day celebrations and then, never again.

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Many time slip witnesses report that, at the start of their experience of the phenomena, their immediate surroundings take on an oddly flat, under-lit and lifeless appearance, and normal sounds seem muffled.  Reports seem to vary as to whether those experiencing time slips can take an active part in the event, interacting with the time being "visited". In the Versailles case, the two ladies were apparently seen, and spoken to, by people they saw. No one knows if there really is a such thing as "time slips."  I have had experiences of Déjà vu.  I'm sure everyone, at one time or another, has experienced the strange sensation of being in a new place before.  Whether it's just a medical psychosis or something else, I just don't know.  But, I've always thought the very concept of time slips were intriguing to say the least.

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Mr Archie “Racer” Carmichael who was driving from Birmingham to London in 1953 when he stopped for a drink in a Cotswold village near Borton-on-the-Water. He parked his Austin-Healy 100/4 outside the local pub and entered for a drink. He was shocked when the he found the people inside the bar looked as if they were from an earlier century. His attempts to communicate were ignored and after a few minutes the scene dissolved and Archie found himself being asked if he was alright by a worried looking barman. It seems that he thought he had seen ghosts but was probably experiencing a time slip. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf
Time slips occur when a current time (now) interlaces with a previous time (then) and can be experienced by the person from the more recent time. However, the event is usually unnoticed by the people from the earlier time. - See more at: http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread686347/pg1#sthash.IGFBBU8m.dpuf


Interesting indeed, to say the very least. Thanks for posting this.

Makes me wonder if perhaps as my memory appears to be dimming as I advance in age due in whole or part to this 'time slipping' thing rather than some physical malady or other. It just might be 'slipping' down one of these time holes. Hmmmmm...


This could also be an "explanation" for what is regarded as a ghost sighting. A time-slip occurs, a witness sees someone "out of time" and interprets the event as a specter.

I have contemplated many times that ghost sightings were a form of time slip or even a residue of the past.

When I was a kid I dreamt a scene that I would later do in the future 8 years after, down to every inch. Unfortunately I was playing a video game,anyone who knows me could predict that. the game wasn't even released when I dreamt it.

Strangely, all cases are after the end of the Second World War.

When I was 18, I lived with my family in a house on the American territory and island of Guam. We had been renting another house but it was badly damaged by a recent typhoon. The house we moved into was rented to University of Guam faculty and their families. I suppose they had some vacancies and allowed families that were displaced by typhoon damage to rent these. Not soon after moving in, I would hear sounds at night as if someone were walking outside my bedroom window. The grass was dry and made a crunching sound when you walked on it, and so I imagined someone outside was casing the house and looking for a way to break in, but that didn't happen. But the sound continued most every night. I told my parents about it, and they had heard it too, but never saw anyone. One night, I lay awake listening to the now maddening walking sound when suddenly I heard a cat scream. We had a black cat that we allowed out at night, and I was sure it was our cat. I heard my younger brothers (aged about 9, 11 and 12) in the next room wake up and call our cat's name. I went into their room to see what they were doing and saw them looking out the window. They excitedly pointed out the window and said, "Look at all of them. Look at the pigs!" I looked out the window and couldn't see anything. "Where?" I asked. They pointed in different directions, "There's one!" or "Look at that big one!" Yet no matter where they pointed, I saw nothing but bushes, the house next door, the grass. Then one pointed into a tire that was directly under the window. "Look at the babies in the tire," said one of the boys. I looked down and saw nothing but sand in that tire. It was then that I realized they were seeing something that wasn't really there, something that I could not see. I wonder if it was this thing you describe, this time slip. The thing about it that I have always wondered about was why couldn't I see them?

There is no such thing as "time". It's a social construct not the autobahn.

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