De Chirico
A friend who wishes to remain anonymous sent us this story. It’s a zinger and may shed some new light on one of our favorite topics – time travel.
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I have a true story that I have been meaning to tell you because you have been posting a lot about time travelers, but I don’t want to share it publicly. It is also not a very fluent story. It simply made a lasting impression on me.
When I was in college, I took a class in the Psychology of Humor. Sitting at the back of the class was a very handsome young man, tall dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. He looked so familiar to me. I was just sure that I knew him from somewhere. At the second class meeting I told him that I was just sure I knew him. He said that people told him that all of the time. We occasionally walked part of the way home together after class and became casual friends.
Around the same time, I had met a young woman on my crew team, Karen. She and I spent a lot of time together. We found that we both could manipulate chi pretty easily although I’m sure that it was easier for me when she was around. We would play with balls of energy and toss them back and forth to one another. One night we were out at a bar dancing. She tossed me a ball of chi and it lifted my energy so that I could feel it shooting up out of my hands and radiating through the top of my head. At the same time, Karen saw this energy like flamesshooting at least six feet above me and she started screaming with delight, “Oh my God, you’re glowing!” I could only feel what she saw, but to me it felt fantastic.
Meanwhile, I discovered during our short walks that Sam could also manipulate energy. He told me that he could easily raise and lower the flame of a candle. One night he accidentally exploded the entire candle. He wasn’t sure what he had done but the next day he brought me to his apartment to look at the mess. I introduced Sam to Karen and we talked about starting a psychic research club. However, I was a little conservative compared to the other two and spent more time on my studies than the extracurricular pursuits. I don’t think that I wanted to become too openly associated with psychic stuff. I wasn’t sure how that might affect my ability to get a job, write a serious book or run for office… whatever.
Karen started to do tarot card readings that were frighteningly accurate. She became consumed with this activity and was booted off the crew team because she was missing practice. I didn’t see her for a while.
Sam put up signs in the student union and started a psychic research club by himself.
I continued to study foreign languages, psychology, chemistry, and other boring things.
The next time I saw Karen, she didn’t want to talk about chi or tarot or anything like that. She was going back to the Catholic church. She told me that she had been trapped in her room by a demon for three days. She had been in a kind of hypnotic state with a demon blocking her way to her door. What saved her was a knock on her door the by the Jehovah’s Witness. They told her that they knew that she was being tormented and that they had come to save her. She would never mess with the ‘occult’ again. I have always suspected that her vision had something to do with her Dominican upbringing. A lot of guilt came along with her abilities and I think that it manifested in distorted perceptions.
Sam, an agnostic, was having great success with his psychic research club. About 30 people showed up to the first meeting. He told me they came up with exercises and experiments. I didn’t participate. I was still consumed with the homework and juggling a couple of boyfriends. One day after class he told me he had been experimenting with time travel. He was absolutely sure it was possible. He told me that it had something to do with meditating yourself into a different space and having confidence…belief, more than that, knowing. He was going to give it a full out try and just wanted to let me know.
I never saw Sam again. He didn’t come back to class. By the time I realized that he really wasn’t coming back, the instructor couldn’t remember who I was talking about. There were no signs for his psychic research club in the student union anymore, and when I knocked on his apartment door, someone else lived there.
Another odd thing is that I can remember Karen’s last name very well, but I can’t remember Sam’s. I think that maybe I never knew what it was, but that seems so unlikely.
I have no intention of telling this story myself because it is entirely too weird. But it might make a good tale for a writer who wants to piece it together, maybe a fiction.
That year was a really interesting time for me, lots of OBEs and high energy. I haven’t really ever achieved that state again.
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So if Sam went time traveling, did traces of him disappear? Were the memories of the people who knew him altered?