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yet untold story of temporal shift
15 years ago
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I have a story to tell, but it’s one I cannot tell. Not because of an inability of mine, but because no one would believe it and I have no proof. There is no way of proving it due to the nature of the story itself. You see, I’m an unwilling time traveler. I don’t know how or why, but I’ve been jumping from time to time within my own life and only my vague dreamlike memories to prove it. I once thought it was only dreams, but when they came true one after the other, I began to suspect different and as I’ve progressed along this twisted time line more and more has become expected even the completely unpredictable. It is almost an absurd proposition, but I know its happening. I have done my best to calculate my real age by tracking how many events I have relived and how many times. Near as I can tell I’m about 434 years old in spirit and only 34 by linear time.
I have chosen to write this down in the case that someday it might actually be believed. I never expect to outlive myself now, I have grown quite accustomed to seeing the same things over and over again, but the difficulty of keeping track of what’s when is grown tiresome. I have managed to make small changes to the time line, but on occasion I can’t remember whether I made the change this time round or in the past. I have blamed my errors on a “bad memory” and so far have gotten away with it. Strangely one change I have made is to avert my own death. I know that I died once and then was swept back to 9months old. I remembered what happened as if it were a dream but very vividly so that when I reached that point I stopped just short of having the deadly accident again. I suspect that as each time I go round the memory gets stronger that I may have averted my own death more than once. It’s rather like ground hog day, but this time not just one day, but one life.
One would suspect that knowing, or at least believing, that one had eternity to live that patients would become infinite. Well, in many cases that is true, I have grown quite patient, but at times I catch myself getting quite impatient on silly things like getting coffee, taking a pee and so on. The big things, I can wait on, but the little things now make me ill. I believe it to be a result of having done it 5 million+ times. It’s not like I’m totally impatient, and usually I catch myself and regain my patients. More to the point is that all worry is gone. My darling wife, who has no idea, worries about things that I have no concern over because I know how it works out and what to do exactly to make it work out or at least I know that nothing can be done and there is no bother in worrying.
I could write a book on this, but for now I shall stop. However if any who read this are interested in a book on the matter and are willing to help in the process I shall consent to such, but let it be known it will only be thought of as fiction and not fact. I cannot give over to forecasting the future because the ramifications would be disastrous. Please understand that I only publish this here because no one here know my true identity and even if there were to trace it there are none who would use it to do harm.
I have chosen to write this down in the case that someday it might actually be believed. I never expect to outlive myself now, I have grown quite accustomed to seeing the same things over and over again, but the difficulty of keeping track of what’s when is grown tiresome. I have managed to make small changes to the time line, but on occasion I can’t remember whether I made the change this time round or in the past. I have blamed my errors on a “bad memory” and so far have gotten away with it. Strangely one change I have made is to avert my own death. I know that I died once and then was swept back to 9months old. I remembered what happened as if it were a dream but very vividly so that when I reached that point I stopped just short of having the deadly accident again. I suspect that as each time I go round the memory gets stronger that I may have averted my own death more than once. It’s rather like ground hog day, but this time not just one day, but one life.
One would suspect that knowing, or at least believing, that one had eternity to live that patients would become infinite. Well, in many cases that is true, I have grown quite patient, but at times I catch myself getting quite impatient on silly things like getting coffee, taking a pee and so on. The big things, I can wait on, but the little things now make me ill. I believe it to be a result of having done it 5 million+ times. It’s not like I’m totally impatient, and usually I catch myself and regain my patients. More to the point is that all worry is gone. My darling wife, who has no idea, worries about things that I have no concern over because I know how it works out and what to do exactly to make it work out or at least I know that nothing can be done and there is no bother in worrying.
I could write a book on this, but for now I shall stop. However if any who read this are interested in a book on the matter and are willing to help in the process I shall consent to such, but let it be known it will only be thought of as fiction and not fact. I cannot give over to forecasting the future because the ramifications would be disastrous. Please understand that I only publish this here because no one here know my true identity and even if there were to trace it there are none who would use it to do harm.
Being hit with dreams that would show me little looks into my future. Nothing big or important. Just smalls looks into my life, that make no sense at that time, but weeks and even months later, there I would be doing what I dream about, even being in places new to me, that I had no ides I would even visit, but there I was in the dream being in this places. Why this keeps happening to me I just don't know why? This might be why I don't get work up over the same things others do, for like you I know it will work itself out for the better in the long run.
For years and years I always felt that I would die in my 60's around 62 or 63 years old. And when that does happen, I would just start all over again and once more be force to re-live my life. With most of what I learned forgotten, with only a few vague notions popping up in my head from time to time as to how to deal with a situation and bring it to a close that suit my needs.
Its good to know I am not the only one that is stuck doing this. Makes you wonder just how many others around us are doing the same thing, but don't recall it as well as you and I seem to be doing.
if you write a book i would read it though. fact or fiction this could make a really good read.
though i am curious about one thing, i dont think its going to be the end of the world but i am convinced that something big is going down 2012. can you offer any insight? (i figure everyone has some kind of theory and yours has a bit more credibility than everyone else)
One time that I did speak out in this go round it shocked the pure hell out of my mother, but I knew that time without a shadow of a doubt. I saw the street on the college campus of UNCA and knew I was going there...she thought I made up my mind purely based on the way the street looked lol, but no, I just knew it and as it turned out after 3 months of comparing colleges it won out. Here's a random tidbit, that might act as a bit of proof, I never get lost...never. I always know how to get to a place. All it takes is a hint of where I need to go and the rest comes back. Even my wife will tell you that I never get lost, she just thinks I have a good sense of direction....but that doesn't explain how I find stuff that I've never been too before without a map, compass or directions. oh well, I got a bit off subject there didn't I...