I don't know if it's possible to build a Time Machine per se, but when I had my first out-of-body incident (the year the very first Superman Movie was released--it wasn't in theaters yet, but the ads were all over the TV at the time...1979, perhaps?)--and I fell forward out of myself into a vortex similar to the one depicted in the Stargate SG-1 TV series, now... The sensation was like riding a Tilt-o-Whirl at the Co. Fair, and I remember thinking (about the Superman TV movie ad): "I'll THINK a man can fly? Hell, I KNOW I can!"
Almost instantly I found myself standing on a boardwalk, surrounded by jungle and all the sounds of the jungle, in front of a large bldg. I THOUGHT I was astral-traveling, and that I could poke my head thru the door to see what was inside. Nearly knocked myself out cold! When I recovered from hitting the material door with my physical head, I opened the huge door and stepped inside. It was an NCO club with a 1939 calendar hanging on the wall, and lots of old US war gear which I later identified (later on) as having been post-WWI infantry stuff. There was a long, wooden bar with one lone man (in his 30s) wiping it down at the far end. Old tables and chairs were scattered throughout the floor, and there was a small stage-type area on the other side of the large room. I was shaken because if I was really there, physically, I wasn't sure how to get out. So as I looked all around, trying to gather my wits about me, I spied a huge glass container setting on a barrel, filled with those 3-colored coconut candies--the kind we can now only get from a catalog called The Vermont Country Store. The man at the far end of the bar wasn't paying any attention to me at all, so I lifted the lid on the giant candy jar and took a piece. The second I popped it into my mouth, he spun around and yelled, "Hey! You better be able to pay for that!" Well, at the time I was wearing a T-shirt from JPL that had something written on it about one of the recent Voyager missions and the year 1976, and a pair of quilted jeans with no pockets. As he walked towards me, I patted myself down and said, "Uh... sorry. No pockets. My money's in my other pants." He looked really ticked-off. He had auburn hair and it was longer than an inlisted man's, hair--parted straight down the middle. "YOUR money?!" he snapped. "YOU don't have any money darlin'... anything you make is MINE! You got it?" It occured to me that I he must think I'm some kind of prostitute. Then he looked at what I had on and yelled again. "WhattheHell kinda get-up izzat?" Then I realized he'd read the T-shirt and I didn't think he'd buy my Time-Traveling explanation, so I said, "Somebody gave it to me." "Well, gitcherass outta it, you hear me? Ain't gonna make no money dressed like that!" So I promised I would, and I opened the door and stepped back out onto the boardwalk. I looked up at a perfectly blue sky, framed by the jungle, and said, "I don't know how I got here, so you'd better get me out before he figures out I'm not coming back with any money." In an instant I was back in the vortex, and then suddenly I could feel sunshine on my face and I opened my eyes. I was back in my own bedroom, lying on my own bed. Believe me--home never looked as good before or since as it did right then! When I got up and looked in the mirror, I had a huge red mark on my forehead--presumeably from when I tried to put my head through the NCO Club door. It ended up turning black-and-blue and I got teased a lot over it before it went away.
So... whether or not we can actually build something that goes back and forth in Time? I don't know. But I believe I got there and back from here, simply by a fluke created during meditation. I became the "accidental tourist" in spades, and it was very unnerving. I didn't meditate again for a very l-o-n-g time!
Has anyone else ever had a similar experience?
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