The existence of parallel realities and universes and our ability to maneuver between them and change reality is a fascinating and, as of yet, controversial subject. You are invited to watch the video at the bottom of this page and draw your own conclusions.
I’ve had my own experiences in which I’ve “lost” time, in the sense that a period of time cannot be accounted for. An experience in September, 2005 was one of the most bizarre experiences of time lapse that I’ve encountered to date. I believe that I consciously shifted between parallel realities.
I was driving home on a warm, clear September afternoon after spending time with my son. I had left his place a little before 2:00 and had driven about 45 minutes, getting near a small town about half-way from my home. About two miles outside of town, I suddenly experienced a feeling of utter “exhaustion”. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I had had two prior experiences of this type of “exhaustion” in the past year that were very disorienting, so I was concerned about myself now.
In the other two experiences, I had been driving down to New Hampshire to see my son, where he was living at that time. Both times were in the morning after I had slept an adequate amount the night before and had felt rested when I had begun the trips. Both occurrences happened on the same stretch of road. On both occasions, exhaustion had suddenly come upon me so that I had had to struggle to keep my eyes open. I had rolled down the windows, turned up the radio, slapped myself on the face, et cetera, trying to energize myself. On both occasions, I quickly found myself with both hands on the wheel, unable to move, experiencing what seemed to be open-eyed sleep as I was driving. At least I think my eyes were open as I could clearly see the road and everything within my normal peripheral range. I clearly knew where I was and that I was ‘asleep’, and, yet, I was conscious. I knew I was not dreaming; I was not experiencing a lucid dream. I was consciously awake while I was asleep, driving. Scary.
On both those occasions my mind was alert and inwardly telling me to wake up and pull over to the side of the road. I was not panicked; I was quite calm, having an internal conversation with myself. I chided myself about "the experience of seeing who the 'real driver' is behind my eyes and it isn’t my ego, but that I already know that and don’t need this kind of downright dangerous experience to prove it to myself."
I could not move. I could see that I was veering to the side of the road and was about to hit the rumble strip and was dialoguing with myself about how relieved I was to be headed toward the right side of the road and not the left. But, the fact remained that still I could not move. I could only watch helplessly while my Jeep drifted to the side. When the tires hit the rumble strip, the sound and the feel of it, jerked me awake in the sense that I could then move, slam on the brakes, pull off the road, and turn off the engine. Both occasions happened exactly in the same way, same thoughts, etc. The first one upset me; the second one worried me.
And now, once again, on that fine September afternoon I was afraid I was beginning to experience the same kind of sleep paralysis while consciously awake that I had experienced in those two prior episodes. I decided that I would drive through the small town, get onto the Interstate and pull off into a rest area located about 12 miles up the interstate. At this point I had to drive about three miles to get to town and then it was about another five or six miles from there to the interstate. But as I drove into town, it was all I could do to stay awake. I knew I wouldn’t make it to the interstate rest area so I pulled over at a gas station/ convenience store in town. I drove into the small parking lot and parked in the back away from any cars or people. I turned off the ignition, locked the doors, turned off the lights and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I was awakened out of a deep sleep by a sound that I can only describe as sounding like a huge shovel-full of sand being thrown against the side of my Jeep. The sound was not solid, such as a rock or a hard object might make. It was dispersed, such as particles might make, which was why I thought of sand. Whatever hit the side of the Jeep actually caused it and me to shake. With my heart pounding in my ears, I looked around and saw that there was nothing near me; no cars, no people, no sand, no wind, no anything. Empty parking lot.
I thought it was odd, but I’ve had so many odd experiences that I didn’t really get too excited about it. I turned the key in the ignition and looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. It was 3:30. I have a habit of noticing what time it is when I have a strange experience, as I’ve had so many strange experiences having to do with time. I had been asleep for about an hour.
The cd player was on, playing a song, and the digital light indicated track 14. Distractedly humming to the tune of the song, I backed up and drove across the small parking lot, which took less than a minute. I remember feeling slightly disoriented and attributed it to having been jolted awake from a deep sleep. At the edge of the parking lot, I stopped and looked to my left as I was going to turn right onto the road. It was clear so I looked to the right and started to pull out. When I looked to the right I noticed the digital clock and was startled to read 3:12 and cd track 10. Plus, I realized I was humming a different song that was now playing that had not been playing a few seconds before. I suddenly realized that I had an unaccounted for eighteen minutes of reversed time. I had been brought backward in time.
The thought occurred to me as I left the parking lot and turned into the road that I should notice the time and the cd track when I got to the rest area on the Interstate that I had originally intended to pull over into before I got so tired I couldn’t go any further.
As I passed the exit ramp into that rest area, I watched the digital clock switch to 3:30 and the cd track turned to 14 as I was passing the rest area. At the time, I did not think that could have been mere coincidence. I still do not believe it was coincidental.
I don’t know what happened to me on the road into that small town that had caused me to feel so tired that I was compelled to stop. I don’t know what caused the sound or the shaking of my Jeep that awakened me. I don’t know how I could have driven across a parking lot in less than a minute and gone back in time eighteen minutes.
I have had other experiences in which I felt my awareness was moving back and forth between parallel realities. This experience may have been such an event, but I just don’t know. Time will tell… or not. For now, it remains a mystery. Is it possible that in a parallel reality I had an accident as I was pulling out of that parking lot? Did I choose to remain conscious within this bubble of reality because I had unfinished business here? I wonder. I recently found the video below that theorizes about our existences within parallel universes and how to change our reality. Enjoy!
Written by Sue Jamieson
What about you? What parallel reality experiences have you had? Send your stories to me. What are some interesting books you've read about parallel realities?