Real-life Cases of Time Travel
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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?
CAUGHT IN A TEMPORAL VORTEX
Dr. Raul Rios Centeno, a medical doctor and an investigator of the
paranormal, recounted to author Scott Corrales a story told to him
by one of his patients, a 30-year-old woman, who came to him with a
serious case of hemiplegia - the total paralysis of one side of her
body. "I was at a campground in the vicinity of Markahuasi," she
told him. Markahuasi is the famous stone forest located about 35
miles east of Lima, Peru. "I went out exploring late at night with
some friends. Oddly enough, we heard the strains of music and
noticed a small torch-lit stone cabin. I was able to see people
dancing inside, but upon getting closer I felt a sudden sensation
of cold which I paid little attention to, and I stuck my head
through an open door. It was then that I saw the occupants were
clad in 17th century fashion. I tried to enter the room, but one of
my girlfriends pulled me out." It was at that moment that half of
the woman's body became paralyzed. Was it because the woman's
friend pulled her out of the stone cabin when she was half entered
into it? Was half her body caught in some temporal vortex or
dimensional doorway? Dr. Centeno reported that "an EEG was able to
show that the left hemisphere of the brain did not show signs of
normal functioning, as well as an abnormal amount of electric
waves."
HIGHWAY TO THE PAST
In October, 1969, a man identified only as L.C. and his business
associate, Charlie, were driving north from Abbeville, Louisiana
toward Lafayette on Highway 167. As they were driving along the
nearly empty road, they began to overtake what appeared to be an
antique car traveling very slowly. The two men were impressed by
the mint condition of the nearly 30-year-old car - it looked
virtually new - and puzzled by its bright orange license plate on
which was stamped only "1940." They figured, however, that the car
had been part of some antique auto show. As they passed the
slow-moving vehicle, they slowed their car to get a good look at
the old model. The driver of the old car was a young woman dressed
in vintage 1940s clothing, and her passenger was a small child
likewise dressed. The woman seemed panicked and confused. L.C.
asked if she needed help and, through her rolled up window,
indicated "yes." L.C. motioned for her to pull off to the side of
the road. The businessmen pulled ahead of the old car and turned
onto the shoulder of the road. When they got out... the old car had
vanished without a trace. There were no turnoffs or anywhere else
the vehicle could have gone. Moments later, another car pulled up
to the businessmen and, quite puzzled, said he had seen their car
pull off to the side... and the old car simply vanish into thin
air.
THE FUTURE ROADHOUSE
One night in 1972, four coeds from Southern Utah University were
driving back to their dorm in Cedar City after spending the day at
a rodeo in Pioche, Nevada. It was about 10 p.m. and the girls were
eager to get back to their dorm before curfew. They were traveling
along Highway 56, which has a reputation for being "haunted." A
while after taking a fork in the road that turned to the north, the
girls were surprised to see that the black asphalt had turned into
a white cement road that eventually ended abruptly at a cliff face.
They turned around and tried to find their way back to the highway,
but soon became concerned about the unfamiliar landscape - red
canyon walls that gave way to open grain fields and pine trees,
which they had never encountered before in this part of the state.
Feeling completely lost, the girls felt some comfort when they
approached a roadhouse or tavern. They pulled into the parking lot
and one of the passengers poked her head out the window to get
directions from a few "men" coming out of the building. But she
screamed and ordered the driver to get out of there - fast. The
girls sped off, but realized they were being chased by the men in
strange, tri-wheeled, egg-shaped vehicles. Speeding again through
the canyon, the girls seemed to have lost their pursuers and found
their way to the familiar desert highway. The reason for the
scream? The men, she said, weren't human. (See Utah's Time/Space
Warp Canyon Encounter for more details.)
HOTEL TIME WARP
Two British couples vacationing in the north of France in 1979 were
driving, looking for a place to stay for the night. Along the way,
they were struck by some signs that seemed to be for a very
old-fashioned type of circus. The first building they came to
looked like it might be a motel, but some men standing in front of
it told the travelers it was "an inn" and that a hotel could be
found down the road. Further on, they did find an old-fashioned
building marked "hotel." Inside, they discovered, almost everything
was made of heavy wood, and there seemed to be no evidence of such
modern conveniences as telephones. Their rooms has no locks, but
simple wooden latches and the windows had wooden shutters but no
glass. In the morning, as they ate breakfast, two gendarmes entered
wearing very old-fashioned caped uniforms. After getting what
turned out to be very bad directions to Avignon from the gendarmes,
the couples paid a bill that came to only 19 francs, and they left.
After two weeks in Spain, the couples made a return trip through
France and decided to again stay at the interesting if odd but very
cheap hotel. This time, however, the hotel could not be found.
Certain they were in the exact same spot (they saw the same circus
posters), they realized that the old hotel had completely vanished
without a trace. Photos taken at the hotel did not develop. And a
little research revealed that French gendarmes wore uniforms of
that description prior to 1905.
PREVIEW OF AN AIR RAID
In 1932, German newspaper reporter J. Bernard Hutton and his
colleague, photographer Joachim Brandt, were assigned to do a story
on the Hamburg-Altona shipyards. After being given a tour by a
shipyard executive, the two newspapermen were leaving when they
heard the drone of overhead aircraft. They at first thought is was
a practice drill, but that notion was quickly dispelled when bombs
began exploding all around and the roar of anti-aircraft gunfire
filled the air. The sky quickly darkened and they were in the
middle of a full-blown air raid. They quickly got in their car and
drove away from the shipyard back toward Hamburg. As they left the
area, however, the sky seemed to brighten and they again found
themselves in the light of a calm, ordinary late afternoon. They
looked back at the shipyards, and there was no destruction, no
bomb-induced inferno they had just left, no aircraft in the sky.
The photos Brandt had taken during the attack showed nothing
unusual. It wasn't until 1943 that the British Royal Air Force
attacked and destroyed the shipyard - just as Hutton and Brandt had
experienced it 11 years earlier.
