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Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:19 am » by Earthspirit7
TIME TRAVELLER
by Ken Meaux
I take pleasure in sharing with you the following occurrence because I personally interviewed one of the parties involved, and have repeatedly gone over the incident with him these past six years. L.C. (his real initials) has been my friend for fifteen years, but as we visited together one day about six years ago, he told me of this most amazing event in his life which haunts him to this day.
L.C. and a business associate, Charlie, (fictitious name) had just finished lunch in the small Southwest Louisiana town of Abbeville. Still discussing their work, they began their drive north along Highway 167 towards the Oil Center city of Lafayette about 15 miles away. The date was October 20, 1969, and the time was about 1:30 in the afternoon. It was one of those picture-perfect days in Fall--clear blue skies and a nippy 60 degrees, just right conditions for cruising along with the car windows rolled down.
The highway had been practically traffic-free until they spotted some distance ahead what appeared to be an old turtle-back-type auto traveling very slowly. As they closed the distance between their vehicle and this relic from the past, their discussion turned from their insurance work to the old car ahead of them. While the style of the auto indicated it to be decades old, it appeared to be in show room condition, which evoked words of admiration from both L.C. and Charlie. Because the car was traveling so slowly, the two men decided to pass it, but before doing so, slowed to better appreciate the beauty and mint condition of the vehicle. As they did so, L.C. noticed a very large bright orange license plate with the year "1940" clearly printed on it. This was most unusual and probably illegal unless provisions had been made for the antique car to be used in ceremonial parades.
As they passed the car slowly to its left, L.C., who was in the passenger's seat, noticed the driver of the car was a young woman dressed in what appeared to be 1940 vintage clothing. This was 1969 and a young woman wearing a hat complete with a long colored feather and a fur coat was, to say the least, a bit unusual. A small child stood on the seat next to her, possibly a little girl. The gender of the child was hard to determine as it too wore a heavy coat and cap. The windows of her car were rolled up, a fact which puzzled L.C. because, though the temperature was nippy, it was quite pleasant and a light sweater was sufficient to keep you comfortable. As they pulled up next to the car, their study turned to alarm as their attention was riveted to the animated expressions of fear and panic on the woman's face. Driving alongside of her at a near crawl (no traffic in either direction allowed this maneuvering) they could see her frantically looking back and forth as if lost or in need of help. She appeared on the verge of tears.
Being on the passenger's side, L.C. called out to her and asked if she needed help. To this she nodded "yes," all the while looking down (old cars sat a little higher than the low profiles of today's cars) with a very puzzled look at their vehicle. L.C. motioned to her to pull over and park on the side of the road. He had to repeat the request several times with hand signs and mouthing the words because her window was rolled up and it seemed she had difficulty hearing them. They saw her begin to pull over so they continued to pass her so as to safely pull over also in front of her. As they came to a halt on the shoulder of the road, L.C. and Charlie turned to look at the old car behind them. However, to their astonishment, there was no sign of the car. Remember, this was on an open highway with no side roads nearby, no place to hide a car. It and its occupants had simply vanished.
L.C. and Charlie looked back at the empty highway. As they sat in the car, spellbound and bewildered, it was obvious to them that a search would prove futile. Meanwhile, the driver of a vehicle that had been behind the old car pulled over behind them. He ran to L.C. and Charlie and frantically demanded an explanation as to what had become of the car ahead of him. His account was as follows. He was driving North on Highway 167 when he saw, some distance away, a new car passing up a very old car at a slow pace, so slow that they appeared to be nearly stopped. He saw the new car pull onto the shoulder and the old car started to do the same. Momentarily, it obstructed the new car and then suddenly disappeared. All that remained ahead of him was the new car on the shoulder of the highway. Desperate to associate logic to this incredible sight, he immediately assumed an accident had occurred. Indeed, an accident had not occurred, but something more haunting, perhaps as tragic, and certainly more mysterious had.
After discussing what each had seen from his perspective, the three men walked the area for an hour. The third man, who was from out of state, insisted on reporting the incident to the police. He felt that it was a "missing person" situation and that they had been witnesses. L.C. and Charlie refused to do so as they had no idea where the woman and child along with the car had gone. They were missing alright, but no police on this plane of existence had the power to find them. The third man finally decided that without their cooperation he could not report this on his own for fear his sanity would be questioned. He did exchange addresses and phone numbers with L.C. and Charlie. For years he kept in touch with them, calling just to talk about his incident and to confirm again that he had seen what he had.
High strangeness points to ponder over: what if--she was from the past, and went forward in time, and she is now an old lady still living today, and what if on that same day it had been her instead of L.C. and Charlie behind the "old car," that same now old lady would have met herself. What if--the Earth itself has a super mentality and it creates as a cosmic joke all these anomalies of life on its surface just for its amusement or some other esoteric reason. What if--and this is the final and most depressing of the "what ifs"--she had come from the past, popped into the future and did not return to her past. The newspapers of 1940 would puzzle over a disappeance of a mother and her child one cold October day, foul play suspected, the search continues--while she and the child continue traveling in and out of various time zones forever.
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This article was originally published in Ken Meaux's High Strangeness column in Strange Magazine 2, Spring, 1988.
http://paranormal.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi ... etrav.html
by Ken Meaux
I take pleasure in sharing with you the following occurrence because I personally interviewed one of the parties involved, and have repeatedly gone over the incident with him these past six years. L.C. (his real initials) has been my friend for fifteen years, but as we visited together one day about six years ago, he told me of this most amazing event in his life which haunts him to this day.
L.C. and a business associate, Charlie, (fictitious name) had just finished lunch in the small Southwest Louisiana town of Abbeville. Still discussing their work, they began their drive north along Highway 167 towards the Oil Center city of Lafayette about 15 miles away. The date was October 20, 1969, and the time was about 1:30 in the afternoon. It was one of those picture-perfect days in Fall--clear blue skies and a nippy 60 degrees, just right conditions for cruising along with the car windows rolled down.
The highway had been practically traffic-free until they spotted some distance ahead what appeared to be an old turtle-back-type auto traveling very slowly. As they closed the distance between their vehicle and this relic from the past, their discussion turned from their insurance work to the old car ahead of them. While the style of the auto indicated it to be decades old, it appeared to be in show room condition, which evoked words of admiration from both L.C. and Charlie. Because the car was traveling so slowly, the two men decided to pass it, but before doing so, slowed to better appreciate the beauty and mint condition of the vehicle. As they did so, L.C. noticed a very large bright orange license plate with the year "1940" clearly printed on it. This was most unusual and probably illegal unless provisions had been made for the antique car to be used in ceremonial parades.
As they passed the car slowly to its left, L.C., who was in the passenger's seat, noticed the driver of the car was a young woman dressed in what appeared to be 1940 vintage clothing. This was 1969 and a young woman wearing a hat complete with a long colored feather and a fur coat was, to say the least, a bit unusual. A small child stood on the seat next to her, possibly a little girl. The gender of the child was hard to determine as it too wore a heavy coat and cap. The windows of her car were rolled up, a fact which puzzled L.C. because, though the temperature was nippy, it was quite pleasant and a light sweater was sufficient to keep you comfortable. As they pulled up next to the car, their study turned to alarm as their attention was riveted to the animated expressions of fear and panic on the woman's face. Driving alongside of her at a near crawl (no traffic in either direction allowed this maneuvering) they could see her frantically looking back and forth as if lost or in need of help. She appeared on the verge of tears.
Being on the passenger's side, L.C. called out to her and asked if she needed help. To this she nodded "yes," all the while looking down (old cars sat a little higher than the low profiles of today's cars) with a very puzzled look at their vehicle. L.C. motioned to her to pull over and park on the side of the road. He had to repeat the request several times with hand signs and mouthing the words because her window was rolled up and it seemed she had difficulty hearing them. They saw her begin to pull over so they continued to pass her so as to safely pull over also in front of her. As they came to a halt on the shoulder of the road, L.C. and Charlie turned to look at the old car behind them. However, to their astonishment, there was no sign of the car. Remember, this was on an open highway with no side roads nearby, no place to hide a car. It and its occupants had simply vanished.
L.C. and Charlie looked back at the empty highway. As they sat in the car, spellbound and bewildered, it was obvious to them that a search would prove futile. Meanwhile, the driver of a vehicle that had been behind the old car pulled over behind them. He ran to L.C. and Charlie and frantically demanded an explanation as to what had become of the car ahead of him. His account was as follows. He was driving North on Highway 167 when he saw, some distance away, a new car passing up a very old car at a slow pace, so slow that they appeared to be nearly stopped. He saw the new car pull onto the shoulder and the old car started to do the same. Momentarily, it obstructed the new car and then suddenly disappeared. All that remained ahead of him was the new car on the shoulder of the highway. Desperate to associate logic to this incredible sight, he immediately assumed an accident had occurred. Indeed, an accident had not occurred, but something more haunting, perhaps as tragic, and certainly more mysterious had.
After discussing what each had seen from his perspective, the three men walked the area for an hour. The third man, who was from out of state, insisted on reporting the incident to the police. He felt that it was a "missing person" situation and that they had been witnesses. L.C. and Charlie refused to do so as they had no idea where the woman and child along with the car had gone. They were missing alright, but no police on this plane of existence had the power to find them. The third man finally decided that without their cooperation he could not report this on his own for fear his sanity would be questioned. He did exchange addresses and phone numbers with L.C. and Charlie. For years he kept in touch with them, calling just to talk about his incident and to confirm again that he had seen what he had.
High strangeness points to ponder over: what if--she was from the past, and went forward in time, and she is now an old lady still living today, and what if on that same day it had been her instead of L.C. and Charlie behind the "old car," that same now old lady would have met herself. What if--the Earth itself has a super mentality and it creates as a cosmic joke all these anomalies of life on its surface just for its amusement or some other esoteric reason. What if--and this is the final and most depressing of the "what ifs"--she had come from the past, popped into the future and did not return to her past. The newspapers of 1940 would puzzle over a disappeance of a mother and her child one cold October day, foul play suspected, the search continues--while she and the child continue traveling in and out of various time zones forever.
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This article was originally published in Ken Meaux's High Strangeness column in Strange Magazine 2, Spring, 1988.
http://paranormal.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi ... etrav.html
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they attack you, and then you win. ~ Gandhi.. {“Change your mind and your butt will follow.” ■handing you proof on a silver platter is not a viable option}
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:34 am » by Earthspirit7
Utah's Time/Space Warp Gadianton Canyon Encounter
Joseph Trainor <Masinaigan@aol.com>
Editor - UFO Roundup, Vol 5, No 21
http://ufoinfo.com/roundup/
5-26-00
One of the strangest Highway Space Warp (HSW) cases took place in southeastern Utah near the railroad crossing of Modena, on the edge of the Escalante Desert.
There's a slickrock canyon just north of Modena that bears the name of Gadianton. It's a name that brings a shudder to God-fearing Latter-Day Saints.
"Among the freighters who hauled supplies to Pioche (Nevada) in the seventies (1870s--J.T.) there grew up a legend that a rocky gorge near the Nevada Line was haunted by the Gadianton robbers, a terroristic brotherhood which the Book of Mormon explains as having sprung up among the Nephites and Lamanites in the century before Christ."
The Gadiantons were a mysterious sect of assassins quite similar to the Bruder Schweigen of Germany or the Crna Ruka of Yugoslavia.
"Wide-eyed freighters told tales of rocks closing the way, and of the canyon folding up to entrap them."
Eventually the old Gadianton tales were forgotten in Utah's Iron County. Until May of 1972, when four coeds from Southern Utah University (SUU) were driving back to their dorm in Cedar City after spending Saturday at a local rodeo in Pioche. (All names have been changed to protect the witnesses' confidentiality--J.T.)
Janna North had the wheel of her father's 1971 Chevrolet Nova, and Carol Abbott was in the passenger seat. Sitting in the back seat were Lisa Rochefort and Bethany Gordon. It was after 10 p.m. when the girls crossed the Utah-Nevada state line nine miles (14 kilometers) east of Modena. And they were anxious to get back to the campus before their housemother, Mrs. Mortensen, locked the dorm doors.
That stretch of Utah Highway 56 is pretty desolate, all sand and sagebrush and ocotillo and Spanish bayonet, with the red sandstone bluffs on the northern horizon. So the girls were pretty happy when they finally spotted the Union Pacific railroad crossing at Modena. But just past the rails, Janna noticed something strange. Two sets of blacktop highway headed off into the desert--one veered sharply to the southeast, the other shooting northeast toward the canyon country further north.
"Which one do we take?" asked Carol.
"Left," Janna said. She knew that Cedar City was 46 miles (73 kilometers) to the northeast, and she guessed that the canyon road would bring them home much sooner.
Five minutes later, the Chevy entered the red-rock canyon. Janna, who had been chatting with her friends, suddenly noticed that the car's headlights were shining more brightly on the pavement. Looking closer, she let out a gasp. The white centerline was gone. Instead of black asphalt, they were driving on white cement..
"Janna, up ahead!" Carol exclaimed.
Janna gasped. The highway ended abruptly at a rocky cliff face. Janna stepped down hard on the brake pedal. Fishtailing slightly, the Chevy screeched to a stop in front of the cliff.
"Oh, great! A dead end!" Putting the gear into reverse, Janna swung the car's nose around. "You'd think they'd put up a few warning signs."
"Now we've got to go all the way back to Modena," Bethany complained.
"We're never going to make curfew," Lisa said.
"We'll make good time once we're back on the state highway," Janna assured them.
Tense minutes passed. Janna began to feel uneasy. They were still rolling along, hemmed in by red canyon walls. But they should have been back out in the open desert by this time.
The canyon gradually gave way to open country. The girls gasped. Instead of moonlit desert, they saw grain fields on the right and a large like, with stands of ponderosa pine, on the left.
Carol looked around in awe. "This sure ain't Modena!"
"We must've gotten turned around back there," Janna said, her gaze darting back and forth. "Where the hell are we?"
Up ahead Janna spied a roadhouse (tavern--J.T.) and an adjacent parking lot. It seemed to have a neon sign, but she couldn't red it. What should have been letters were brightly-lit squiggles and curlycues. Some men came out of the building.
"There are some guys," Carol said.
Bethany let out a giggle. "Are they cute?"
"Let's find out." Lisa began rolling down the rear passenger window.
"Lisa! We don't have time for this," Janna said.
"Relax!" Hastily she touched up her lipstick. "I'm only going to ask them how to get back to the highway."
As Janna slowed down, she noticed a good deal of consternation among the men. As if they'd been startled by some unknown animal. Sticking her head out the window, Lisa said, "Hi! We're--" And she let out a terrified scream.
"Lisa! What--!?" Janna turned in her seat.
"Get out of here!" the girl screamed, frantically rolling up the window. "Punch it, Jana!"
Bethany shrieked, "Step on it!"
Tires sitting sand, the Chevy zoomed away from the building. Janna stepped down hard on the gas pedal. The lake flew by on her left.
"Oh, my God! They're coming after us!" Bethany shouted. "Janna, faster!"
Janna glanced in her rear-view mirror, and what she saw turned her blood to ice. They were being chased, but not by any vehicle that had ever been built in Detroit.
Four queer-looking automobiles followed in their wake. Egg-shaped vehicles mounted on tricycle wheels. That is, with two large wheels in the front and a smaller wheel in the rear. A single bright white headlight shone from the front of each pursuing "car." They made a strange whirring or buzzing sound as they rolled along.
"Janna, go faster! They're gaining on us!"
Ahead the road led back into a red-rock canyon. Janna's Checy plunged into it at 80 miles per hour. The road was so narrow, it seemed to hem them in. The Chevy's tires kicked up a billowing cloud of dust. They could no longer see their pursuers.
Minutes later, they roared out of the canyon, back into the familiar desert. All at once, the road vanished. The headlights showed nothing but sagebrush and ocotillo. The Chevy bucked and jostled like a wild bronc. Janna hit the brakes. Too late! The car sideskidded down an arroyo and came to rest at the bottom.
Shaking uncontrollably, the girls emerged from the car. Miraculously they were unhurt. The Chevy took the worst of it, with three flat tires, numerous dings in the front bumper and a missing hubcap. Jenna took one look and clapped both hands to her forehead. "Oh, no-no-no! My dad's going to kill me!"
Lisa, however, was near-hysterical. She sat on the ground, hugging the knees of her bell- bottom blue jeans, weeping and moaning, She kept mumbling, "They-they weren't human..."
The girls stayed with the car until sunrise. Then they walked a couple of miles due south. Boy, were they glad when they found the familiar blacktop of Highway 56. An hour later, they flagged down a cruiser of the Utah Highway Patrol and told their story.
Trooper Vic Lundquist, who investigated the case, noted several circumstances that were never adequately explained.
(1) There were no tire tracks showing where the Chevy had left Highway 56 in Modena.
(2) Tire tracks from the wrecked Chevy extended only 200 yards back into the desert and ended abruptly.
(3) No one could explain how the Chevy had gotten nearly two miles north of Highway 56 without leaving any physical trace of its passage through the rough desert terrain.
(4) Although volunteers searched diligently, no trace of the Chevy's right front hubcap was ever found.
If Utah's Gadianton Canyon is, as some people claim, a gateway to another dimension, then perhaps Janna's missing hubcap is a prime exhibit--an "alien artifact"--on display in a museum on that parallel Earth. (See the book Utah: A Guide to the State by Hastings House Publishers, New York, N.Y., 1945, page 298.)
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UPDATE
I was disturbed by the Utah's Time/Space warp Gadianton Canyon Encounter because there are some geographical discrepancies. If you find the details trivial, please forgive me, but for as reputable show and website The Sightings.com is, the millions or readers deserve to read correct details.
Here it is:
The city of Modena is in Southwest Utah, not Southeast Utah and the Nevada-Utah state line is west of Modena. Cedar city is perhaps 46 miles from Modena but it is South-east and not North-east on Highway 56. There is a paved road that goes North-east through Escalante Desert but no one, in their right mind would take this road as a short cut to Cedar city, especially College students with some intelligences, because the North-east road will make their trip to the dorm at least three times longer, going through Beaver, Utah, unless of course there was some road that "materialized" at this particular time, for the girls to take the trip into the Time Warp Continuum.
I realize that people could be ignorant about geography, but I believe that for the sake of the honest journalism the author should have checked his map... unless he was reporting something from a mirror - Universe.
The article, being sent to you by UFO Roundup, did not pose a reason for you to doubt about its truthfulness, but still, your millions of readers deserve to have the facts strait.
Perhaps Gadianton Canyon exist, with all its hauntings and unexplained circumstances, and perhaps my remarks are trivial, but unless the facts are correct, how can we take the article- as a real life "unexplained" story or Science fiction?
I have sent an e-mail to UFO Roundup already, and I would appreciate if my name and e-mail address is not mentioned if a correction is due.
Regards
R.Yarbrough
Arizona
http://paranormal.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi ... l/utah.htm
Joseph Trainor <Masinaigan@aol.com>
Editor - UFO Roundup, Vol 5, No 21
http://ufoinfo.com/roundup/
5-26-00
One of the strangest Highway Space Warp (HSW) cases took place in southeastern Utah near the railroad crossing of Modena, on the edge of the Escalante Desert.
There's a slickrock canyon just north of Modena that bears the name of Gadianton. It's a name that brings a shudder to God-fearing Latter-Day Saints.
"Among the freighters who hauled supplies to Pioche (Nevada) in the seventies (1870s--J.T.) there grew up a legend that a rocky gorge near the Nevada Line was haunted by the Gadianton robbers, a terroristic brotherhood which the Book of Mormon explains as having sprung up among the Nephites and Lamanites in the century before Christ."
The Gadiantons were a mysterious sect of assassins quite similar to the Bruder Schweigen of Germany or the Crna Ruka of Yugoslavia.
"Wide-eyed freighters told tales of rocks closing the way, and of the canyon folding up to entrap them."
Eventually the old Gadianton tales were forgotten in Utah's Iron County. Until May of 1972, when four coeds from Southern Utah University (SUU) were driving back to their dorm in Cedar City after spending Saturday at a local rodeo in Pioche. (All names have been changed to protect the witnesses' confidentiality--J.T.)
Janna North had the wheel of her father's 1971 Chevrolet Nova, and Carol Abbott was in the passenger seat. Sitting in the back seat were Lisa Rochefort and Bethany Gordon. It was after 10 p.m. when the girls crossed the Utah-Nevada state line nine miles (14 kilometers) east of Modena. And they were anxious to get back to the campus before their housemother, Mrs. Mortensen, locked the dorm doors.
That stretch of Utah Highway 56 is pretty desolate, all sand and sagebrush and ocotillo and Spanish bayonet, with the red sandstone bluffs on the northern horizon. So the girls were pretty happy when they finally spotted the Union Pacific railroad crossing at Modena. But just past the rails, Janna noticed something strange. Two sets of blacktop highway headed off into the desert--one veered sharply to the southeast, the other shooting northeast toward the canyon country further north.
"Which one do we take?" asked Carol.
"Left," Janna said. She knew that Cedar City was 46 miles (73 kilometers) to the northeast, and she guessed that the canyon road would bring them home much sooner.
Five minutes later, the Chevy entered the red-rock canyon. Janna, who had been chatting with her friends, suddenly noticed that the car's headlights were shining more brightly on the pavement. Looking closer, she let out a gasp. The white centerline was gone. Instead of black asphalt, they were driving on white cement..
"Janna, up ahead!" Carol exclaimed.
Janna gasped. The highway ended abruptly at a rocky cliff face. Janna stepped down hard on the brake pedal. Fishtailing slightly, the Chevy screeched to a stop in front of the cliff.
"Oh, great! A dead end!" Putting the gear into reverse, Janna swung the car's nose around. "You'd think they'd put up a few warning signs."
"Now we've got to go all the way back to Modena," Bethany complained.
"We're never going to make curfew," Lisa said.
"We'll make good time once we're back on the state highway," Janna assured them.
Tense minutes passed. Janna began to feel uneasy. They were still rolling along, hemmed in by red canyon walls. But they should have been back out in the open desert by this time.
The canyon gradually gave way to open country. The girls gasped. Instead of moonlit desert, they saw grain fields on the right and a large like, with stands of ponderosa pine, on the left.
Carol looked around in awe. "This sure ain't Modena!"
"We must've gotten turned around back there," Janna said, her gaze darting back and forth. "Where the hell are we?"
Up ahead Janna spied a roadhouse (tavern--J.T.) and an adjacent parking lot. It seemed to have a neon sign, but she couldn't red it. What should have been letters were brightly-lit squiggles and curlycues. Some men came out of the building.
"There are some guys," Carol said.
Bethany let out a giggle. "Are they cute?"
"Let's find out." Lisa began rolling down the rear passenger window.
"Lisa! We don't have time for this," Janna said.
"Relax!" Hastily she touched up her lipstick. "I'm only going to ask them how to get back to the highway."
As Janna slowed down, she noticed a good deal of consternation among the men. As if they'd been startled by some unknown animal. Sticking her head out the window, Lisa said, "Hi! We're--" And she let out a terrified scream.
"Lisa! What--!?" Janna turned in her seat.
"Get out of here!" the girl screamed, frantically rolling up the window. "Punch it, Jana!"
Bethany shrieked, "Step on it!"
Tires sitting sand, the Chevy zoomed away from the building. Janna stepped down hard on the gas pedal. The lake flew by on her left.
"Oh, my God! They're coming after us!" Bethany shouted. "Janna, faster!"
Janna glanced in her rear-view mirror, and what she saw turned her blood to ice. They were being chased, but not by any vehicle that had ever been built in Detroit.
Four queer-looking automobiles followed in their wake. Egg-shaped vehicles mounted on tricycle wheels. That is, with two large wheels in the front and a smaller wheel in the rear. A single bright white headlight shone from the front of each pursuing "car." They made a strange whirring or buzzing sound as they rolled along.
"Janna, go faster! They're gaining on us!"
Ahead the road led back into a red-rock canyon. Janna's Checy plunged into it at 80 miles per hour. The road was so narrow, it seemed to hem them in. The Chevy's tires kicked up a billowing cloud of dust. They could no longer see their pursuers.
Minutes later, they roared out of the canyon, back into the familiar desert. All at once, the road vanished. The headlights showed nothing but sagebrush and ocotillo. The Chevy bucked and jostled like a wild bronc. Janna hit the brakes. Too late! The car sideskidded down an arroyo and came to rest at the bottom.
Shaking uncontrollably, the girls emerged from the car. Miraculously they were unhurt. The Chevy took the worst of it, with three flat tires, numerous dings in the front bumper and a missing hubcap. Jenna took one look and clapped both hands to her forehead. "Oh, no-no-no! My dad's going to kill me!"
Lisa, however, was near-hysterical. She sat on the ground, hugging the knees of her bell- bottom blue jeans, weeping and moaning, She kept mumbling, "They-they weren't human..."
The girls stayed with the car until sunrise. Then they walked a couple of miles due south. Boy, were they glad when they found the familiar blacktop of Highway 56. An hour later, they flagged down a cruiser of the Utah Highway Patrol and told their story.
Trooper Vic Lundquist, who investigated the case, noted several circumstances that were never adequately explained.
(1) There were no tire tracks showing where the Chevy had left Highway 56 in Modena.
(2) Tire tracks from the wrecked Chevy extended only 200 yards back into the desert and ended abruptly.
(3) No one could explain how the Chevy had gotten nearly two miles north of Highway 56 without leaving any physical trace of its passage through the rough desert terrain.
(4) Although volunteers searched diligently, no trace of the Chevy's right front hubcap was ever found.
If Utah's Gadianton Canyon is, as some people claim, a gateway to another dimension, then perhaps Janna's missing hubcap is a prime exhibit--an "alien artifact"--on display in a museum on that parallel Earth. (See the book Utah: A Guide to the State by Hastings House Publishers, New York, N.Y., 1945, page 298.)
***********************************
UPDATE
I was disturbed by the Utah's Time/Space warp Gadianton Canyon Encounter because there are some geographical discrepancies. If you find the details trivial, please forgive me, but for as reputable show and website The Sightings.com is, the millions or readers deserve to read correct details.
Here it is:
The city of Modena is in Southwest Utah, not Southeast Utah and the Nevada-Utah state line is west of Modena. Cedar city is perhaps 46 miles from Modena but it is South-east and not North-east on Highway 56. There is a paved road that goes North-east through Escalante Desert but no one, in their right mind would take this road as a short cut to Cedar city, especially College students with some intelligences, because the North-east road will make their trip to the dorm at least three times longer, going through Beaver, Utah, unless of course there was some road that "materialized" at this particular time, for the girls to take the trip into the Time Warp Continuum.
I realize that people could be ignorant about geography, but I believe that for the sake of the honest journalism the author should have checked his map... unless he was reporting something from a mirror - Universe.
The article, being sent to you by UFO Roundup, did not pose a reason for you to doubt about its truthfulness, but still, your millions of readers deserve to have the facts strait.
Perhaps Gadianton Canyon exist, with all its hauntings and unexplained circumstances, and perhaps my remarks are trivial, but unless the facts are correct, how can we take the article- as a real life "unexplained" story or Science fiction?
I have sent an e-mail to UFO Roundup already, and I would appreciate if my name and e-mail address is not mentioned if a correction is due.
Regards
R.Yarbrough
Arizona
http://paranormal.about.com/gi/o.htm?zi ... l/utah.htm
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they attack you, and then you win. ~ Gandhi.. {“Change your mind and your butt will follow.” ■handing you proof on a silver platter is not a viable option}
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:44 am » by Earthspirit7
FLIGHT INTO THE FUTURE
In 1935, Air Marshal Sir Victor Goddard of the British Royal Air Force had a harrowing experience in his Hawker Hart biplane. Goddard was a Wing Commander at the time and while on a flight from Edinburgh, Scotland to his home base in Andover, England, he decided to fly over an abandoned airfield at Drem, not far from Edinburgh. The useless airfield was overgrown with foliage, the hangars were falling apart and cows grazed where planes were once parked. Goddard then continued his flight to Andover, but encountered a bizarre storm. In the high winds of the storm's strange brown-yellow clouds, he lost control of his plane, which began to spiral toward the ground. Narrowly averting a crash, Goddard found that his plane was heading back toward Drem. As he approached the old airfield, the storm suddenly vanished and Goddard's plane was now flying in brilliant sunshine. This time, as he flew over the Drem airfield, it looked completely different. The hangars looked like new. There were four airplanes on the ground: three were familiar biplanes, but painted in an unfamiliar yellow; the fourth was a monoplane, which the RAF had none of in 1935. The mechanics were dressed in blue overalls, which Goddard thought odd since all RAF mechanics dressed in brown overalls. Strange, too, that none of the mechanics seemed to notice him fly over. Leaving the area, he again encountered the storm, but managed to make his way back to Andover. It wasn't until 1939 that that the RAF began to paint their planes yellow, enlisted a monoplane of the type that Goddard saw, and the mechanics uniforms were switched to blue. Had Goddard somehow flown four years into the future, then returned to his own time?
In 1935, Air Marshal Sir Victor Goddard of the British Royal Air Force had a harrowing experience in his Hawker Hart biplane. Goddard was a Wing Commander at the time and while on a flight from Edinburgh, Scotland to his home base in Andover, England, he decided to fly over an abandoned airfield at Drem, not far from Edinburgh. The useless airfield was overgrown with foliage, the hangars were falling apart and cows grazed where planes were once parked. Goddard then continued his flight to Andover, but encountered a bizarre storm. In the high winds of the storm's strange brown-yellow clouds, he lost control of his plane, which began to spiral toward the ground. Narrowly averting a crash, Goddard found that his plane was heading back toward Drem. As he approached the old airfield, the storm suddenly vanished and Goddard's plane was now flying in brilliant sunshine. This time, as he flew over the Drem airfield, it looked completely different. The hangars looked like new. There were four airplanes on the ground: three were familiar biplanes, but painted in an unfamiliar yellow; the fourth was a monoplane, which the RAF had none of in 1935. The mechanics were dressed in blue overalls, which Goddard thought odd since all RAF mechanics dressed in brown overalls. Strange, too, that none of the mechanics seemed to notice him fly over. Leaving the area, he again encountered the storm, but managed to make his way back to Andover. It wasn't until 1939 that that the RAF began to paint their planes yellow, enlisted a monoplane of the type that Goddard saw, and the mechanics uniforms were switched to blue. Had Goddard somehow flown four years into the future, then returned to his own time?
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they attack you, and then you win. ~ Gandhi.. {“Change your mind and your butt will follow.” ■handing you proof on a silver platter is not a viable option}
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:49 am » by Earthspirit7
Time Warp at Woodside
BY RENN
By Stephen Wagner, About.com Guide
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The following event took place in November, 2010, in a small country town just east of Adelaide, South Australia, known as Woodside.
A companion and I were traveling through the hills on a random adventurous night drive. We were bored and decided to kill a few hours in a car. Unfortunately, though, she had a much weaker bladder than I, so we pulled up by a local public toilet cubical so she could go about her business.
Whilst having a few minutes to myself, I decided to get out of the car, stretch my legs a bit and do a small bit of exploring, as I rarely travel to Woodside without a purpose.
There was a group of trees just down the road, and being the immature, supernatural/paranormal obsessed young man I am, I started wondering what kind of evil beasties could lurk amongst the small forest. Thoughts quickly filled my mind of stories I'd read and heard about forest dwelling witches and ghosts, and at one stage, the Chupacabras even crossed my mind. I felt a cold chill run down my spine like someone, or something, was watching me.
I decided to venture in to the small forest, and found a small clearing not too far in. My companion was always afraid of my paranormal investigative side, so I'd left her with the keys to the car, so she could get back in when she was finished and I could still have a chance to explore a little bit.
While walking through this clearing, I started to hear the most high-pitched frequency I'd ever heard, and a local farmer along with two of his hunting dogs ran past me, in the direction of it. I tried to get his attention, but he just kept on running, like a man possessed by something.
After this, I freaked out a little bit and turned to run back in the direction I'd come from, to get back to the car where, by now, my companion would have to be waiting for me (I'd been gone for approximately 15 minutes by this time).
Running through the trees and shrubs, it came to my attention that I wasn't entirely sure I was exactly retracing my steps, and I feared I may have wavered from my original path slightly, causing me to come out of the forest about 30 meters away from where I'd originally entered.
I wasn't worried that I didn't come out where I'd entered, as I expected my path to vary slightly, and I could see the car from where I was anyway. Rather, the part that worried me was that standing where I'd entered approximately a quarter of an hour ago, there was another young man, who, to put frankly, was me. He would have been my height, my build. He was wearing the same clothes as me... it couldn't be coincidence. It was me from 15 minutes ago, about to enter the forest.
I'd somehow traveled back 15 minutes and was now watching myself. I waited for the other me to enter the forest before leaving where I was, as I didn't want to somehow disturb time and space by meeting myself, and warning myself that strange things were about to happen. The moment he was out of sight, I made a mad dash back to the car; my companion was still not back.
A couple minutes passed and she came back to the car, slightly bewildered that it seemed I had not gone exploring like I said that I was going to. I explained what I'd been through and she froze, as if understanding the extremity I had put on the situation. According to her (and later confirmed by clocks) I'd been gone for just less than a minute. I don't know whether the farmer and his dogs have any relevance, nor whether the high pitch noise served a purpose, but I'd somehow traveled back in time and almost ran into myself!
BY RENN
By Stephen Wagner, About.com Guide
.See More About:doppelgangerstime anomalies
The following event took place in November, 2010, in a small country town just east of Adelaide, South Australia, known as Woodside.
A companion and I were traveling through the hills on a random adventurous night drive. We were bored and decided to kill a few hours in a car. Unfortunately, though, she had a much weaker bladder than I, so we pulled up by a local public toilet cubical so she could go about her business.
Whilst having a few minutes to myself, I decided to get out of the car, stretch my legs a bit and do a small bit of exploring, as I rarely travel to Woodside without a purpose.
There was a group of trees just down the road, and being the immature, supernatural/paranormal obsessed young man I am, I started wondering what kind of evil beasties could lurk amongst the small forest. Thoughts quickly filled my mind of stories I'd read and heard about forest dwelling witches and ghosts, and at one stage, the Chupacabras even crossed my mind. I felt a cold chill run down my spine like someone, or something, was watching me.
I decided to venture in to the small forest, and found a small clearing not too far in. My companion was always afraid of my paranormal investigative side, so I'd left her with the keys to the car, so she could get back in when she was finished and I could still have a chance to explore a little bit.
While walking through this clearing, I started to hear the most high-pitched frequency I'd ever heard, and a local farmer along with two of his hunting dogs ran past me, in the direction of it. I tried to get his attention, but he just kept on running, like a man possessed by something.
After this, I freaked out a little bit and turned to run back in the direction I'd come from, to get back to the car where, by now, my companion would have to be waiting for me (I'd been gone for approximately 15 minutes by this time).
Running through the trees and shrubs, it came to my attention that I wasn't entirely sure I was exactly retracing my steps, and I feared I may have wavered from my original path slightly, causing me to come out of the forest about 30 meters away from where I'd originally entered.
I wasn't worried that I didn't come out where I'd entered, as I expected my path to vary slightly, and I could see the car from where I was anyway. Rather, the part that worried me was that standing where I'd entered approximately a quarter of an hour ago, there was another young man, who, to put frankly, was me. He would have been my height, my build. He was wearing the same clothes as me... it couldn't be coincidence. It was me from 15 minutes ago, about to enter the forest.
I'd somehow traveled back 15 minutes and was now watching myself. I waited for the other me to enter the forest before leaving where I was, as I didn't want to somehow disturb time and space by meeting myself, and warning myself that strange things were about to happen. The moment he was out of sight, I made a mad dash back to the car; my companion was still not back.
A couple minutes passed and she came back to the car, slightly bewildered that it seemed I had not gone exploring like I said that I was going to. I explained what I'd been through and she froze, as if understanding the extremity I had put on the situation. According to her (and later confirmed by clocks) I'd been gone for just less than a minute. I don't know whether the farmer and his dogs have any relevance, nor whether the high pitch noise served a purpose, but I'd somehow traveled back in time and almost ran into myself!
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they attack you, and then you win. ~ Gandhi.. {“Change your mind and your butt will follow.” ■handing you proof on a silver platter is not a viable option}
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:18 am » by Earthspirit7
The Time Traveller W/ Video
This is my story.
It all happened on the afternoon the 30th of August. It was a beutiful day and I was on my way home from a job in Färjestaden. When I got home, I found water on the kitchen floor. Somehow there was a leak. I got my tools and opened up the doors to the sink. And started to work.
When I reached in to examine the pipes, they seemed to be futher in than I remembered. I had to crawl inside the cabinet, and as I did so, I discovered that it just continued. So I kept on crawling further and further into the cabinet. In the end of the tunnel I saw a light, and when I got there, I realized I was in the future. I meet myself as 72 years old, the year was 2042. I did a lot of tests on him to see if he was really me. And the strange thing is that he knew everything about me. Where I hid my secret stuff when I was in first grade, and what the score was in the soccer match against Växjö Norra in the summer of -88. He knew it all.
We even had the same tatoo, although he's was a litte faded. He told me some of the stuff that will happen, but not so much. And I promised not to tell anyone. I made a film with my mobile phone. Unfortunately the quality is not the best. But it´s what I have got. Actually I dont´care if people thinks I am a lier. I know I'm not. I met myself in the future, and I was fine. That's all I know.
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Håkan Nordkvist claims to have met his future self. While working on his kitchen sink, he says he went into some kind of time warp and met himself as an older man. But this isn't just a story. In this video he has video of himself and his older self (taken with his cell phone). Indeed, the older man does look like what Håkan might look like in several years. They even sport the same tattoo. Is it really him? Or perhaps his father or older brother... or someone who just resembles him? Or could this possibly be true? It's far-fetched... but take a look But if it happened to me it probably must have happened to someone else.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBUv4j3D ... r_embedded
Read more about me and my story at http://www.ingentrormig.nu
This is my story.
It all happened on the afternoon the 30th of August. It was a beutiful day and I was on my way home from a job in Färjestaden. When I got home, I found water on the kitchen floor. Somehow there was a leak. I got my tools and opened up the doors to the sink. And started to work.
When I reached in to examine the pipes, they seemed to be futher in than I remembered. I had to crawl inside the cabinet, and as I did so, I discovered that it just continued. So I kept on crawling further and further into the cabinet. In the end of the tunnel I saw a light, and when I got there, I realized I was in the future. I meet myself as 72 years old, the year was 2042. I did a lot of tests on him to see if he was really me. And the strange thing is that he knew everything about me. Where I hid my secret stuff when I was in first grade, and what the score was in the soccer match against Växjö Norra in the summer of -88. He knew it all.
We even had the same tatoo, although he's was a litte faded. He told me some of the stuff that will happen, but not so much. And I promised not to tell anyone. I made a film with my mobile phone. Unfortunately the quality is not the best. But it´s what I have got. Actually I dont´care if people thinks I am a lier. I know I'm not. I met myself in the future, and I was fine. That's all I know.
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Håkan Nordkvist claims to have met his future self. While working on his kitchen sink, he says he went into some kind of time warp and met himself as an older man. But this isn't just a story. In this video he has video of himself and his older self (taken with his cell phone). Indeed, the older man does look like what Håkan might look like in several years. They even sport the same tattoo. Is it really him? Or perhaps his father or older brother... or someone who just resembles him? Or could this possibly be true? It's far-fetched... but take a look But if it happened to me it probably must have happened to someone else.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBUv4j3D ... r_embedded
Read more about me and my story at http://www.ingentrormig.nu
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they attack you, and then you win. ~ Gandhi.. {“Change your mind and your butt will follow.” ■handing you proof on a silver platter is not a viable option}
Mon Jan 16, 2012 9:57 am » by Elouina
earthspirit7 wrote:The Time Traveller W/ Video
This is my story.
It all happened on the afternoon the 30th of August. It was a beutiful day and I was on my way home from a job in Färjestaden. When I got home, I found water on the kitchen floor. Somehow there was a leak. I got my tools and opened up the doors to the sink. And started to work.
When I reached in to examine the pipes, they seemed to be futher in than I remembered. I had to crawl inside the cabinet, and as I did so, I discovered that it just continued. So I kept on crawling further and further into the cabinet. In the end of the tunnel I saw a light, and when I got there, I realized I was in the future. I meet myself as 72 years old, the year was 2042. I did a lot of tests on him to see if he was really me. And the strange thing is that he knew everything about me. Where I hid my secret stuff when I was in first grade, and what the score was in the soccer match against Växjö Norra in the summer of -88. He knew it all.
We even had the same tatoo, although he's was a litte faded. He told me some of the stuff that will happen, but not so much. And I promised not to tell anyone. I made a film with my mobile phone. Unfortunately the quality is not the best. But it´s what I have got. Actually I dont´care if people thinks I am a lier. I know I'm not. I met myself in the future, and I was fine. That's all I know.
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Håkan Nordkvist claims to have met his future self. While working on his kitchen sink, he says he went into some kind of time warp and met himself as an older man. But this isn't just a story. In this video he has video of himself and his older self (taken with his cell phone). Indeed, the older man does look like what Håkan might look like in several years. They even sport the same tattoo. Is it really him? Or perhaps his father or older brother... or someone who just resembles him? Or could this possibly be true? It's far-fetched... but take a look But if it happened to me it probably must have happened to someone else.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBUv4j3D ... r_embedded
Read more about me and my story at http://www.ingentrormig.nu
Loved all these tales. Some I have heard before. This one though bothers me. Do folks grow taller with age? If anything, they would appear shorter.
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 11:13 am » by Stratosfear
I've read several such stories. One was from near where I live but happened a few years ago. This fellow was working in his garden one summer day and decided to stop for a tea and fag break. He was resting on his spade looking up his garden when he noticed something odd - behind his garden are more houses but through the rose arch half-way up the garden he could see a forest, on either side of the rose arch where the houses as expected but through the rose arch a forest. He walked up and walked around the rose arch but all was normal, except the view through it. He admitted that he got a little scared and didn't walk through the rose arch. This view lasted probably five or ten minutes.
Another happened somewhere along the Essex of Suffolk coast (I forget where) - a woman was walking her dog along her usual route and as the dog was doing its thing she noticed a Tudor house behind some trees. She thought it odd that she had never noticed it before. So she started investigating and it turns out that there was a Tudor house there but it had been destroyed during the civil war 350 odd years previously and nothing was left to show that it had ever stood.
Another happened somewhere along the Essex of Suffolk coast (I forget where) - a woman was walking her dog along her usual route and as the dog was doing its thing she noticed a Tudor house behind some trees. She thought it odd that she had never noticed it before. So she started investigating and it turns out that there was a Tudor house there but it had been destroyed during the civil war 350 odd years previously and nothing was left to show that it had ever stood.
Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:47 pm » by Tjahzi
altough i don't like you
i like this post.
friend of mine experienced similar stuff.
riding his back and suddenly got flashed 2 hours in the past
i like this post.
friend of mine experienced similar stuff.
riding his back and suddenly got flashed 2 hours in the past
Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:33 pm » by Earthspirit7
tjahzi wrote:altough i don't like you
i like this post.
friend of mine experienced similar stuff.
riding his back and suddenly got flashed 2 hours in the past
"altough i don't like you".... like I should care
can't please everyone in the world 
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Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:37 pm » by Earthspirit7
A Blip in Reality
In 1991, Glenn was a university student in Nova Scotia. What began as an ordinary bus trip back to his home town to visit his parents turned into a confusing distortion of time and space.
“I sat at the back of the bus and there was nobody around me,” says Glenn, “but there was a family sitting behind the driver in the front. The bus ride was uneventful until we came close to my parents’ home town. I was looking out the window and looked at the Michelin tire factory as we went by it going uphill. When the bus reached the top of the hill, I got a strange feeling, and for some unknown reason I started to imagine many people on the bus laughing at me!
“Right then there was a blip in reality and the bus was suddenly about a mile back on the highway! I then had the experience of watching the bus drive by the tire factory again! This kind of scared me and I noticed that the family sitting in the front, who were talking loudly before, were now dead quiet.
“I approached the bus driver when we stopped and told him what I thought happened. He looked really nervous and he said something like, ‘Things like that happen.’”
A Brief Leap in Time
The bus driver was right, apparently. Things like that do happen. Just ask Sue, who in the autumn of 1994 was driving with her boyfriend Jim to their home in Fallbrook, California when they might have narrowly escaped a larger rift in time.
“There are two roads into Fallbrook,” says Sue, “from the north and from the south. We approached from the south heading north on Mission Rd., which is a four-mile, curvy, two-lane road. It was a Friday evening and I blurted out how weird it was that we hadn't passed any cars in the opposite direction since our turn onto Mission Rd. Fallbrook is a small town, but this was a very well-traveled road.
“I knew it was 6:24 because I had just looked at the big amber display on the stereo when all of a sudden the car died, the pedal went hard and the lights went off. I remember feeling confused, thinking that we ran out of gas, yet knowing that we had plenty of fuel. We coasted off to a dirt turnout immediately ahead. Jim asked what happened and I had no answer, but I felt like I had just dozed off or had gone through Jello or... I don't know what.
“I put it in gear, Jim jumped out, came around to my side and opened the door. I jumped into the passenger seat, he got in, cranked it over and – vroooom! – off we went. As we pulled away I felt irritated, a little nervous, but sure something really weird had just happened. Then I glanced at the clock on the stereo again. It was 6:36 p.m. Twelve minutes had passed when, being generous, the whole incident couldn't have taken more than 1½ minutes, max.”
In 1991, Glenn was a university student in Nova Scotia. What began as an ordinary bus trip back to his home town to visit his parents turned into a confusing distortion of time and space.
“I sat at the back of the bus and there was nobody around me,” says Glenn, “but there was a family sitting behind the driver in the front. The bus ride was uneventful until we came close to my parents’ home town. I was looking out the window and looked at the Michelin tire factory as we went by it going uphill. When the bus reached the top of the hill, I got a strange feeling, and for some unknown reason I started to imagine many people on the bus laughing at me!
“Right then there was a blip in reality and the bus was suddenly about a mile back on the highway! I then had the experience of watching the bus drive by the tire factory again! This kind of scared me and I noticed that the family sitting in the front, who were talking loudly before, were now dead quiet.
“I approached the bus driver when we stopped and told him what I thought happened. He looked really nervous and he said something like, ‘Things like that happen.’”
A Brief Leap in Time
The bus driver was right, apparently. Things like that do happen. Just ask Sue, who in the autumn of 1994 was driving with her boyfriend Jim to their home in Fallbrook, California when they might have narrowly escaped a larger rift in time.
“There are two roads into Fallbrook,” says Sue, “from the north and from the south. We approached from the south heading north on Mission Rd., which is a four-mile, curvy, two-lane road. It was a Friday evening and I blurted out how weird it was that we hadn't passed any cars in the opposite direction since our turn onto Mission Rd. Fallbrook is a small town, but this was a very well-traveled road.
“I knew it was 6:24 because I had just looked at the big amber display on the stereo when all of a sudden the car died, the pedal went hard and the lights went off. I remember feeling confused, thinking that we ran out of gas, yet knowing that we had plenty of fuel. We coasted off to a dirt turnout immediately ahead. Jim asked what happened and I had no answer, but I felt like I had just dozed off or had gone through Jello or... I don't know what.
“I put it in gear, Jim jumped out, came around to my side and opened the door. I jumped into the passenger seat, he got in, cranked it over and – vroooom! – off we went. As we pulled away I felt irritated, a little nervous, but sure something really weird had just happened. Then I glanced at the clock on the stereo again. It was 6:36 p.m. Twelve minutes had passed when, being generous, the whole incident couldn't have taken more than 1½ minutes, max.”
First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they attack you, and then you win. ~ Gandhi.. {“Change your mind and your butt will follow.” ■handing you proof on a silver platter is not a viable option}
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