Unstuck in Time

I woke up today (Saturday of Memorial Day Weekend) and realized that I’d gotten a message from Dog. (God, in my own special vision. To learn more, click here.) This particular message was about time travel. It started this way: First of all, I opened the Wall Street Journal and saw a story that was headlined “Just Forget that It Ever Happened.”

As I had been waking up, I assumed that there’d been an earthquake, because everything seemed to be askew. Then things started changing in strange, subtle ways. As it happens, I had slept for many hours last night and extremely deeply (very unusual for me), and I thought what was happening was that I was slipping around in time, due to my long period of unconsciousness. Whitley worried, of course, that it might be my brain tumor, but as it has now faded, that doesn’t seem likely. I thought maybe that I had slept so deeply that I had literally become a little unstuck in time.

When Whitley was in college, he and his roommates played a practical joke on a friend that caused him to sleep for 24 hours. When he woke up, he was similarly disoriented.

I decided to get out of bed to check out what was going on. Things seemed to change size, which I found very confusing. But what would that have to do with time slips? It was as if my perspective was changing, and my brain wanted to catch up on the life I had missed by experiencing this extremely heavy sleep. I felt that something confusing had happened, and it felt as if I was unstuck in time.

By the time I was up and active, everything seemed to be the same again. I assumed that ‘Dog’ was letting me know that maybe I was wasting my time, and that I should have been sleeping less. Or maybe I was briefly living in two different realities at once. That’s certainly how it felt.

There were a few strange effects. I cleaned off my computer screen, as I do occasionally, because it had some handprints on it. A few moments later, it was dusty again, the handprints back. Was I living in two very close parallel lives at the same time? I really cannot say, but it could be.
I am finding it very difficult to put all this into words, because it was an experience of a kind that is outside of our knowledge and therefore language. But I do feel that I was experiencing a different relationship to time during this period.

Oddly enough, while this was happening to me, Whitley was emailing with our news editor, Kerry Beeson, about a new discovery that suggests that the future may be able to send messages back to the past.

Was some sort of message trying to come through?

I’m not sure, but I did very strongly feel the presence of Dog, joyously accompanying me on this strange journey. I’m stuck back in my usual time and place, but I’ve had a fun morning!