Discussion in 'Alien Fringe' started by jjl, Jan 31, 2018.
On the day of our last Presidential election, I left the country. I hated both candidates so thoroughly, I didn't want to hear about the polls all night.
So I left the country, confident but not happy that Hillary would win the election.
Because truly, in the dimension I left, Trump as President was unthinkable.
When we landed 9 hours later, the pilot would not tell us who won until we reached the gate and were ready to disembark. That should have been my first clue.
I think the Jet must have jumped dimensions.
But where did the jj that occupied this dimension go, before I slipped in?
Perhaps she slipped into a dimension where there is no need for leaders.
When I first heard of the Mandela effect, I just assumed it was something about creating Mandala, (those colored patterns Monks meditate with, as they create).
The Mandela effect is the observed phenomenon of people having clear memories of events that did not occur or misremembering significant events and facts. The term was coined in reference to events that large numbers of people around the world share false memories of but is often generalized to refer to any incident of a false memory....
The thing is, I distinctly remember Nelson Mandela dying after being released from prison. First, his wife divorced him, then he died.
I remember mourning him, thinking what a shit deal life handed him when he was released from prison.
I was shocked to hear him mentioned on the news a few years after I was certain I had mourned his passing.
Have you ever mentioned an old celebrity, only to have someone tell you they thought he/she was dead?
"Is he still alive? I could have sworn he died!"
Perhaps he did, where you just came from.
do you suppose Deja Vu fits in here somehow?
If my mad theory is correct, (it can't be and yet...) I have jumped dimensions maybe 4 times.
But why would that happen?
I grew up in a town near this place. I have visited frequently throughout my life.
Even though it isn't ancient or Royal, it's a pretty cool structure. Built by a flamboyant actor.
As a child, I remember a miniature train that guests could ride around the property.
I went hiking with a date through this park sometime in the mid-nineties. We ended the hike and decided to tour the castle.
Outside the entrance, we beheld this passenger car:
They have since cleaned this up, it was pretty beat when we looked at it.
A sign nearby informed me (and my date) that the train was discontinued and out of commission since 1943. Long before either of us had been born.
The thing is...
Both of us remember riding that particular train and trail as a kid. It was one of the coolest things we had done when we were little.
We never forgot it
Is anyone old enough to remember this show? It was an enjoyable little series. I never wasted my free time watching it, but my employer put it on every afternoon in a bar I tended.
I didn't hate it. It was a fun idea.
Is this why I keep jumping dimensions?
To remedy something?
Maybe I died in flight. Maybe that plane crashed and I slipped into a circle of Hell for people who haven't been really terrible.
It wouldn't surprise me.
Because even though I mostly behave myself, my character is bad.
This isn't likely. I mean, what good is it if you don't know what you are being punished for?
I doubt I jump into some place to be useful or fix something.
I don't know.
I just like to think.
Maybe I am wrong and I live in a linear world where time only heads in one direction, one time, in one place.
But what fun is THAT to think about?
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