through Space and Time
74 I am nearing the end of an interesting life, most of which today
exists only as memories. Are they memories of events, or only of
dreams? Am I dreaming as I write these words, or are you dreaming as
you read them? How does anyone distinguish between events and dreams?
We can create records, and remember having created them, but those
memories may themselves be only dreams. So with these words I
memorialize some of my memories, in the hope that someone will find
them interesting. That is all anyone can do.
have waited a few years to commit these memories to a book to see if
the memories would fade, as memories of dreams usually do. They have
not faded, but remain as lucid as memories of events of yesterday, or
more so. That is reassurance that the memories are of actual
experiences, and therefore worthy of omitting to print.
from My Mother
reported August 12, 2001
the course of cleaning out some family belongings in storage in what
had been my Uncle Julian’s house in Seguin, Texas, I discovered
book containing notes made about me during my infancy. It contained a
message to me from my mother, Miladie Kubala, that confirmed one she
delivered to me in person, in 1960 when I was sixteen.
were in her bedroom. I was reading the Sunday paper, while she lay in
bed looking at me in a strange way. Finally, I noticed her gaze, and
seemed to sense she had something she wanted to say, so I gave her my
attention and waited. She said that she needed to tell me the rest of
the story about how I came to be born.
had known previously that when she became pregnant with me, she had
been diagnosed with a terminal heart condition, that her physicians
had advised her not to have me, because it would kill her sooner,
that she decided to have me anyway, and that her heart condition went
away. She had always said she had turned to Christian Science,
consulted a practitioner of that religion, and attributed the healing
to her faith.
also knew that her hair was white after that. She dyed her hair a
reddish brown, and sometimes I would help her apply the dye to the
roots where she couldn’t see. It did not come in just a light
grey, or even as white as hair bleached with peroxide. It was an
intense, glowing white, like the angel hair used for decorating
Christmas trees. I once remarked how beautiful it was, and asked her
why she didn’t just leave it undyed, but she answered that it
drew too much attention if she did that.
said that the night after her doctor told her she would die if she
tried to have me, an angel came to her in a dream and said, “You
will have a son, and he will be a power for good.”. When she
woke up, her hair was white.
asked her whether she meant it began to come in white, but she said
no, it was all white.
asked, “All the way out to the tips?” “Yes,”
my mother was a reliable person. She wasn’t prone to delusions,
and she wouldn’t make up something like that. A vision during
sleep could be dismissed as a dream, and she called it a dream, but
when it coincided with the overnight healing of a terminal heart
condition, and her hair turning an unnatural white, and coming in
that way ever since, it had to be taken seriously.
thought about the implications of what she had said, then and often
since. I am not, and was not then, a believer in the doctrines of any
religious sect, but I was open to the possibility of a higher power,
perhaps what some would call “angels” or “aliens”,
that might guide our destinies, if not according to the agenda of
some ultimate Creator, then at least for the purposes of a more
asked my mother if the “angel” said anything else, but
she said no.
asked myself then, and often since, “Okay, if I’m
supposed to be a ‘power for good’, just what am I
supposed to do?”
But I put myself in the position of someone who might support such a
mission and asked myself if I would tell the person what he was
supposed to do. Clearly, if it was the only way I could get him to do
it, then I would have to tell him, but if I had the power to write
the script for all the parts of a cosmic play, then telling him
could be detrimental, or at least it would detract from the dramatic
tension of the play. Letting him work it out for himself would be
was beginning to think that when Shakespeare said, “All the
world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players,”
he might have been speaking more truth than poetry. In later life I
would have further occasion to think that.
if it didn’t make sense to provide specific guidance, then why
intervene to the extent of delivering a message to my mother in a
dream, healing her so she could give birth, then turning her hair
white so she would take the message seriously and tell me about it
some day? Evidently I needed enough awareness to ask questions,
without being given definite answers.
had a special mission, however, I reasoned that I would be equipped
with what I would need to perform it, and not with anything that
might distract me from it, so I might get some guidance by examining
my abilities and limitations, my tendencies and aversions.
examined my gifts: intelligence, a love of learning, and a very
strong protective instinct, but one that tended to focus less on the
short-term or immediate, or on particular individuals, than on the
long-term course of human events. It did not seem to be my destiny to
lead an ordinary life, with family and career, or seeking to acquire
great wealth or high position.
I was young I thought I would become a scientist, contributing new
discoveries, but that course was cut off by events that took me along
a different path. Specifically the Draft Board drawing my number and
giving me the choice to join or be drafted. I chose to join the Air
Force, as an officer.
my life has unfolded, it has become clear that every event that
seemed like a reversal or a mistake was not. Everything has actually
turned out for the best. Some adversities were learning experiences.
Others were steering me away from paths it seems I wasn’t
supposed to take. The ways everything has fit together are amazing. A
better play could hardly have been written, and the final act has yet
to be played.
have had a few dreams or visions of my own. For most of my life,
until May, 1999, I would have strange lucid dreams that put me in
challenging situations that seemed contrived to be training
scenarios. The locations would often be other worlds, and I would not
always be human in form. In most of them, I would be waging a nearly
hopeless struggle against evil that required me to find clever
solutions that did not depend on sheer strength or intelligence or
abundant resources. Somehow I almost always managed to come through.
have also repeatedly been able to understand how some technology
works without having had the background of training that would seem
to be required. I don’t have it until I need it, but when I do
I seem to somehow remember
how it works, as though I had learned about it previously in a museum
of ancient technology, perhaps in a dream or vision or previous life.
also seems to be a connection to the martial arts. As a youth I was
not a brilliant athlete, but when I took up the unarmed martial arts,
as one assistant instructor put it, “You show him something
once and he does
it!” I seem to remember
how to do things I’ve never been shown, as though I had done
them expertly in a previous life, and on occasion I have been able to
do some things so well it is a bit scary.
connection extends to firearms. On the target range my scores are
okay but not great. But on several occasions I have exhibited
accurate “instinct” shooting that is amazing, firing
without aiming, hitting moving targets that I couldn’t even
see. I seem to have extraordinary abilities when I need them. But it
makes me wonder what destiny may require me to have such abilities as
have also gotten what I can only describe as “warnings”
just before the onset of some danger to my life. Some might call them
“precognitive” experiences, but they are too selective to
be the exercise of some kind of sensing ability. I can be driving
along and I seem to get a thought, like a whisper in my ear, to slow
down, because someone is about to run a red light, and I do slow
down, and someone runs a red light right into what my path would have
been. Unfortunately, the warnings are not always effective. I got a
warning about running into a deer on a motorcycle in 1988 and it
happened anyway. Fortunately, all I suffered was a green stick
fracture of my right collar bone, and I was able to drive the bike
most interesting visions, however, were a series in April, 1982, of
recovering from future heart surgery in a hospital in May, 1999, and
one I had during heart surgery in the early hours of May 1, 1999. But
for now, it seems that since that day, I have had no more dreams that
seem to be training exercises. Just ordinary ones.
mother became ill and went into the hospital in June, 1976. After
that, she couldn’t continue to dye her hair. I didn’t
notice it until I looked at her the morning after she had died, but
her hair was then all gray, and had apparently been coming in gray
since June. The pure white hair had abandoned her in her final days.
read her message to me in the baby book:
are such a sweet baby, darling, with your little sly grin and your
teasing. I want you to grow up to be a happy man and a power for
happy, mother. I choose to be, because I have learned that happiness
is a choice, and that it is foolish to choose to be unhappy, although
it may be difficult if one is suffering from illness. As for being a
power for good, it seems that if my vision during my heart operation
is more than just a dream, then my job in this world and life remains
to be completed. It may not be understood or appreciated by others,
but I feel I am protecting and promoting something good, something
important. In the end, a life is no more than what it represents in
the annals of eternity, but perhaps in eternity shall our lives be
appreciated and judged.
that baby book has been lost, and these words now exist only in these
of a future
reported August 12, 2001
was April, 1982 I was dividing my time between my old office at 1015
Navarro, San Antonio, Texas, in a building I had sold to my law firm,
Martin & Drought, but was still managing for them, and the new
location of my computer store, MicroMart, at 12150 Valliant. A couple
of months previously I had hired Samia Buchanan, who was working
there, emerging as the office manager.
I was sitting at my desk at the Valliant location, I suddenly found
myself in another place and time, consulting a physician, being told
I had a terminal heart condition, and being given some brochures on
an artificial heart which was being recommended. It was the latest
model, and much more advanced than the ones undergoing clinical
trials today. When I came back to my office, I thought I had had an
unusually lucid dream, lasting a few hours. But there was no missing
time. I had not slumped over the way I would be if I had been asleep.
few days passed, then once again, while I was sitting in my office on
Navarro, I found myself somewhere else. This time I was in a hospital
ward recovering from heart surgery. I shared the room with a
roommate. There was a whiteboard on the wall facing us, about 5 feet
up, and toward the right side of the room. On the board was written
the current date, May 3, 1999, the names of the patients, one of
which was mine, the first name of the nurse assigned to each patient
that day, and some diagnostic information on each patient. I had
stitches down the cut in the middle of my chest, and down the cuts on
the inside of my right leg where the saphenous vein had been
harvested for the surgery. I was wearing an elastic sock on my right
foot to hold down the swelling that resulted from the missing vein,
but it was making a line around my ankle at the top of the sock. I
spent about ten hours there, then suddenly found myself back in my
office, with no time having passed there.
day thereafter, for about ten days, I would be sitting at my desk,
either in my Navarro office or Valliant office, and find myself in
that recovery ward, one day later, as shown by the date on the
whiteboard on the wall, and would stay there for most of a waking
day, which increased to about 16 hours. Again, there was no loss of
time in 1982, and I was never slumped over as though I had been
realized at the time that this was no ordinary dream. I have had
lucid dreams, but never quite that lucid. There was too much detail
about things I could have no knowledge about. Medical equipment and
procedures. The feeling of the click in my mending sternum where the
two halves did not quite settle into place, and how it hurt when I
coughed or sneezed. The demands from the nurses that I blow into a
plastic spirometer and make the indicator rise to a certain level.
The way the physical therapist would have me walk in the hallway and
climb a few stairs, and how I was ready to do more than he expected,
and how he was amazed at how rapidly I was recovering.
took notes of these visions, but those notes have disappeared.
one of the days, I got a second roommate, and the nurse wrote his
name on the blackboard, but she misspelled it, and in the vision I
knew it was misspelled, and how to spell it correctly. When the nurse
came in, I had her correct it. She had spelled it “Thorson”,
but I had her correct it to “Toreson”.
April 30, 1999, I was living in Sacramento, California, had a heart
attack, and shortly after midnight, had heart surgery. While I was
waiting for the ambulance to arrive, I remembered my visions from
1982, which I had always thought of as a kind of dream, and noted
that it was now 1999, when I was in the visions.
1982 visions were only of events in the recovery ward, not including
discussions of my clinical death, of the events preceding or
following the recovery process.
soon as I woke up, I realized that this was the scene of those
visions, 17 years before. This was not just deja
vu. I really had been seeing the
future, or at least, a similar
future. Many if not most of the details were the same as in my
vision, but some were different. I was fascinated, and determined to
note all the similarities and differences between the two. I came to
call the sequence of events in the vision, Timeline
X, and those in the realization,
following is a partial list of the similarities and differences
between the two timelines:
In Timeline X there was talk about the news of the war in Yugoslavia
over Kosovo, but there was no television in the room. In Timeline Y
we could watch it on the television mounted high on the wall, and I
could discuss with my roommate who would have the remote and get to
choose the channels.
In X I had to wear a light-brown elastic sock on my right foot. In
Y, the physician, Junod, didn’t believe in using them.
The cuts and stitches in my chest and leg were identical, down to
the irregularities, more so than would be required by anatomy.
The click of my sternum where the two halves didn’t quite mate
and slipped over each other was the same, and occurred on the same
In both I had a problem with nasal drainage, from my hay fever,
which made me cough, causing pain, so I had to argue with the staff
to get an antihistamine (benadryl) to reduce the rhinitis.
In X I didn’t get the pacemaker. In Y I could hear the
clicking sound of the artificial valve working.
In both I went to the bathroom and had the nurse fuss at me for not
depositing my urine in the portable plastic urinal so they could
make a note of my production.
In both I had the same sessions with the spirometer, the nurse was
dissatisfied with my performance, saying the same words, and I
practiced with it in the same way on the same schedule.
In X I was visited by my friend Caroline Rodriguez and her daughter
Christianne. In Y I was visited by my friend Samia Buchanan and her
daughter Yvonne. Both lived in San Antonio, Texas, but I was
recovering in Sacramento, California, so Samia had to fly there from
San Antonio, which Caroline lacked the means to do. So which city
was each timeline in?
In Y I was visited by a religious counselor, with whom I had a long
conversation about religion and philosophy, and told him about my
vision and experiences during the operation. In X there had been no
One of my physicians, Roberts, was the same. The other physicians,
such as Junod and Bach, were different.
My second roommate was the same, his physicians were the same, one
of them an oriental lady, and I had the same few conversations with
him, but the first roommate was different.
Two of the ward nurses, Angie and Sue, were the same. Others were
different. I am not sure about some, however.
In X I was not as aware of my own thoughts as I was in Y, as though
I was visiting my future body without really controlling it or
thinking all its thoughts. In X I was not aware of having had a
vision of those events 17 years previously, whereas the memory of
that vision dominated my thoughts in Timeline Y, and made me
determined to observe the events in detail.
In the similarities and differences, in Y the notes mysteriously
disappeared the evening before I left, from among my things kept in
the chest of drawers near the bed, although nothing else
disappeared. In X I had kept no such notes. In Y I made notes of the
similarities and differences. In X I [had] kept no such notes.
crucial test came when my second roommate was brought in, and the
nurse spelled his name “Thorson” on the whiteboard. I
knew from my vision of Timeline X that I had known how to spell it
correctly, and had the nurse correct it the next time she came in. I
debated with myself and decided I should defy my destiny and force
myself not to have her correct it, and thereby deviate from the
vision. Else I would fulfill it and have her correct it. Did I have
Free Will? Then the nurse came in, and I had her correct it, and I
couldn’t tell whether my decision had changed or not. So much
for “free will”.
of the things I found remarkable was that when the characters and
events were the same, they were exactly the same. Same words,
inflections, movements, everything. But when they were different,
they were completely different, although not in a way that seemed to
require the things that were the same to change.
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experiences were not part of the 1982 vision of “timeline X”.
ward nurse leaned over me and said, seeming to want to avoid being
overheard by other staffers, “You died!”
was May 2, 2001, the second day of recovery from open heart surgery.
I had five by-passes, an artificial mitral valve, and a
defibrillator-pacemaker had been installed. When I woke up I got the
feeling that there was something unusual going on. A certain amount
of concern for a surgery patient was to be expected, but there seemed
to be special concern about my mental condition and even surprise
that I was so alert and acute.
primary physician, Dr. Philip Bach, confirmed that something was
unusual about my case when I visited him for a checkup about a week
after getting out of the hospital, where they had kept me for two
weeks. He asked me, on his own initiative, whether I had “seen
the light”. Then I told him about what I had experienced. He
seemed interested, but in a way that suggested he wasn’t sure
he wanted to hear it.
evening of April 30, 1999, was like any other. The time was about
7:30 PM. I was having supper at an oriental fast food restaurant near
my apartment in Sacramento, on Howe Avenue. Suddenly I had a strange
feeling in my chest. I felt my pulse, and recognized the rapid
flutter of tachycardia. I had read about using a simulated bowel
movement in such situations, which I later learned was called the
Valsalva technique, to temporarily restore the normal heartbeat, so I
did that. Then I walked to the counter and asked for a carryout,
explaining to the attendant that I was having a heart attack and
needed to leave. I put the rest of my supper in the carryout and
drove back to my apartment.
I got there, I considered what I should do. I felt I could probably
drive myself to the hospital, but suspected I might not make it, and
I recalled the last few times I had sought treatment at a hospital
emergency room and was kept waiting for several hours. I decided the
best course was to make a dramatic entrance, so I called 911.
I was waiting for the ambulance, I took an aspirin tablet, and found
my last will and put it on top of my papers on my desk in case I
didn’t make it. The ambulance arrived, the paramedics did their
usual fine job, and a few minutes later they delivered me to Sutter
Memorial Hospital, which was not the hospital to which I would have
took a while to round up the physicians. More episodes of tachycardia
occurred, and I would use the bowel pressure method to restore a
normal heartbeat. The medics also said that a cough might work, but I
didn’t use that method. The testing continued for a few hours.
At one point they did an angioscopy on the arteries leading to my
heart, and I had a good view of the angioscope as the probe was put
down each artery with a small hair-like extension that would curl
back when an obstruction was encountered. At first the physician
talked about putting in some stents to open the arteries, but after a
while he concluded that nothing less than a multiple by-pass would
do, so I signed the forms, and the surgical team was assembled and
introduced themselves to me. Then I was carted into the operating
room, and anesthesia made me unconscious.
of what follows was part of my 1982 vision. It was all new in 1999.
next became aware of somewhat unusual music. I first thought the
operation was still going on, that I was emerging from anesthesia,
and the physicians were operating to music. I couldn’t see
anything, and there were no sounds other than the music, which had a
strange beat and a complex tonality that suggested a fusion between
classical, rock and jazz, but perhaps fifty or a hundred years beyond
where it is today. Nothing like what I had ever heard before. Not
hummable, but I would recognize it if I ever heard it again. I would
later ask all the physicians on the surgical team about that music,
saying I would like to get a copy, but all of them denied playing any
also became aware of multiple beings hovering over or around me,
conversing among themselves. But they weren’t sounding words.
The only sound was the music. None of the usual operating room
sounds. They seemed to be exchanging thoughts that I was picking up
on, but it was difficult because they were so fast, like a voice
recording played at a multiple of normal speed. I mainly picked up on
attitudes and a few key concepts. They seemed professional and
focused, but there was a note of a wise-ass attitude that intruded. I
could distinguish about five or six individuals. I seemed to pick up
on the concept of bundled or braided timelines, and I got the thought
that the focus of their attention was not me so much as the timeline
or timelines I represented, and that they were conducting some kind
of timeline repair. But I can’t be sure of that.
did have the impression, however, that they were not aware that I was
aware of them and their conversation. I decided it was best I not let
them know, and tried to just listen and learn what I could.
a while I got tired of trying to pick up on what they were thinking,
and wondered if I could observe anything beyond my original position.
No sooner had I thought that than I found myself facing some
beautiful backdrops. I won’t call them landscapes, although
they resembled landscapes, because they seemed too colorful and
somewhat contrived, like scenes from a science fiction movie of an
first scene looked like water-sculpted stone, reminiscent of the
Painted Desert in Arizona, but with more saturated colors than a
natural scene would have, or like a scene photographed with
Kodachrome film. I seemed to be about 30 feet off the ground, but
without a body, and my vision had an infinite depth of field. The
scene was uniformly illuminated, but without a sun or clouds. The sky
was a deep azure blue, like the sky at about 30,000 feet. There was
no wind or other sounds. No birds or other animals. No grass. No
signs of intelligent life, or angels, aliens, or any thing else.
Nothing to have a conversation with. No white light.
I caught a glimpse of it, the horizon seemed closer than on Earth,
as though I was on a smaller planet.
is not exactly what the first scene looked like, but it is similar.
In my experience, there were no clouds, and the sky was a deep azure
clue. This is a long shot across a valley. Imagine just the rocks on
the right side of the photo, from about 200 feet away.
by training and instinct, in a strange situation I would take notes,
even without anything to write on. But I was unable to feel any
emotion or initiative. Only curiosity. Yet I found that by being
curious about something off to one side, my view would turn in that
direction. By being curious about something in the distance, I would
glide in that direction, maintaining about the same height above the
ground. By controlling my curiosity and gaze, I found I could
traverse a wide territory. Over the next subjective five hours I
seemed to be able to examine a territory about 5 by ten miles, over a
variety of different terrains that blended into one another.
this way, I could view first one backdrop, then another. They were
beautiful, like huge paintings, most were in the mid-distance, and I
caught only a few glimpses of a horizon. There was no sign of any
other beings, living, angelic, or whatever. I Seemed to have the
place to myself.
one scene I did see something that appeared artificial. On the top of
a rolling green hill, perhaps a mile away, I saw what at first looked
like an ancient Greek temple. However, it did not have pillars. It
looked like four vertical slabs of while marble arranged in a
rectangle, without a roof, but with gaps between them that one might
walk through to enter. Despite being curious about it, however, I was
not able to approach it for a closer look.
This looks like the hill I
saw, except it lacks the stone structure on top, and the sky was a
deep azure blue.
remember wondering whether this was what some people who had
near-death experiences had reported back as being “heaven”
or “limbo”. I could see how someone whose experience and
imagination was more limited than mine might report it that way. My
impression was that I was wandering through a different reality, and
that the world and life I had known was the illusion.
wandering around for what seemed like a subjective time of about five
or six hours, I got the feeling that I should return to my entry
point, and no sooner did I think that than I lost all consciousness
again, until I woke up in the recovery ward about mid-afternoon of
would later ask questions about the operation of the surgical staff,
but they gave surprisingly evasive answers, and not just about the
music. I got the distinct impression there had been something highly
unusual about my operation.
further conversations and questioning, I have come to the tentative
conclusion that I had become clinically dead during the operation,
and that I was probably “called’ as dead, so that when I
“came back” it was a surprise to the operating room
staff. It is not unusual for a patient to be “lost” for a
few minutes during major surgery like that, and revived. Word about
that doesn’t make it to the ward staff or become a topic of
conversation among them, or induce any of them to break the code of
silence and tell the patient about it. I would like to see my medical
records, but they won’t give them to me, so I will have to get
a cooperating physician to receive the records for me.
friend Samia later reported that she had flown in and been shown my
body on life support on May 1. She was asked if she could consent to
have me taken off life support, but she said she did not have that
authority, and flew back before I revived.
this was an anesthetic dream, then it is difficult to explain the
music, which was not familiar. I have had other dreams where I heard
music, but the music was always something I had heard before
somewhere. I can have fairly creative dreams, but I am not musically
trained and my creativity doesn’t run to composing entirely new
music for my somnolent entertainment.
the other hand, I did not view anything in the “real”
world that I could later view to confirm that I had been experiencing
external phenomena and not noumena. Some persons who have had
“near-death” experiences in which they floated above the
operating table and could look down at documents lying on the tops of
file cabinets, then later gone back and found those documents, where
they could only have been seen from a viewpoint near the ceiling,
have confirmation that theirs was an experience of externals. My
glimpses of what appeared to be Earth scenes were too brief and I
can’t relate them to any locations I could visit to verify
have been a few other unusual things associated with this experience.
The first was having a series of visions, in April, 1982, of
recovering from heart surgery in May, 1999. The second is that I have
some memories of things that apparently did not happen in the
timeline in which I am writing this.
such thing is a black backpack, made by Western Pack. When I returned
to my apartment after I got out of the hospital, I noticed it
missing. I asked my friend Samia, who had visited me there when I got
out, whether she had seen it or taken it, but she hadn’t. It
was the second largest model the company made, which I had purchased
at a gun show in Sacramento, after becoming dissatisfied with the
first such backpack from the same manufacturer I had purchased some
months before, a green one, their largest model, which had a
defective wheel assembly. I had been using this second backpack to
carry my notebook computer and scanner to the library to scan books
to put on my web site. When I had last used it, I had left a number
of items in it from my last trip to the library, including a printout
of a 17th
century pamphlet that the library had in microform. I did find the
printout and other contents, but in a different bag, another one that
was defective, but which I might have used if I hadn’t had the
I went through my checkbooks for the time period I bought the missing
bag. No check for it. In this timeline, I never bought it.
such experience came years years later when I tried to get a copy of
my mother’s death certificate. I went to the location I
remember going to before, and the building was not there. Then I
found the correct building and ordered the death certificate. While I
was there I asked about the location I tried first, and one of the
clerks said she thought there had been plans to build a new building
at that location, but the county decided to acquire their location
memories are often of another timeline, almost identical to this one,
but differing in a few details. From all this I conjecture that the
job of my telepathic surgeons was to transfer my soul with all of its
memories from a body destined to die to one that might last a tad
longer, long enough to accomplish some mission. In which case I am a
“walk-in” to this body. One might think they could have
chosen a healthier vessel, or just repair the original.
so far all my passwords and lock combinations still work.
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the benefit of hindsight I wish I had saved detailed notes of my
vision in April, 1982, of recovering from heart surgery in May, 1999.
I recall I did make a few notes of the first, but I don’t know
where I might find them today. At the time I thought it was just an
unusually lucid daydream. I hadn’t had any other visions like
it, before or since, or had them confirmed by events as visions of
the future, or at least of a
this was a valid experience, then it has implications for the physics
of space-time. Even while I was experiencing the realization of my
vision, with its similarities and differences from the vision, I
thought about what constraints on physical theory might be indicated.
standard view of time is a single sequence of events, stretching into
the past and future, which we traverse at a constant pace from past
to future, aware only of the present, with perhaps some memory or
records of the past, but with none of the future.
established principles of physics do not explain this “arrow of
time”. They are symmetric with respect to time, except for the
breaking of charge-parity-time (CPT) symmetry for some weak particle
interactions. We have nothing left to explain the perceptual
asymmetry of time except the structure of space-time in an expanding
Universe, which is larger in the futureward direction, but how that
structure might affect how an observer perceives events is unclear.
of the perennial theories of physics to explain how some events seem
to be arbitrarily chosen to occur, when several alternatives are
possible, is the “many-worlds” or “multiverse”
conjecture, which proposes that all the alternatives do in fact
occur, but each yields its own branching timeline, which is not
observable from other timelines. This theory would have each moment
in time be a branching point for a nearly infinite number of
alternative timelines, each branching further, and all diverging from
one another, without reconnecting or converging. The future one
experiences is chaotic, with small events, like a butterfly flapping
its wings, having large effects, such as storms, that change
tend to take for granted that information flows in only one
direction, from past to future, even though their equations don’t
rule out pastward flows of information. So why do we not have
memories of the future as we can have of the past?
answer from some, of course, is that we can. There are persistent
reports of individuals, who have sometimes gained the reputation as
seers or prophets, having visions of the future that turned out to
occur much as they foresaw them. There are also reports of visions
that resembled the realized future in most details, but not in all,
holding out the hope that an undesirable future, if it could be
foreseen, might be avoided. Many such prophets, such as Michel de
Nostradame (Nostradamus) adopted the practice of couching their
predictions in ambiguous language that could not function as clear
warnings, but whose meaning became apparent only after the events
foretold occurred. Of course, this is explained by skeptics as the
trickery of charlatans, and in most cases it may be, but predictions
of some like Nostradamus and Edgar Cayce seem remarkable, and events
resembling their predictions have convinced some skeptics that there
is something to them.
my own vision, I can sympathize. Life would be simpler if there had
either been no vision, or a lot more of them, preferably about
nearer-term events that could be verified. But I feel obligated to
report on what I experienced, and let people decide for themselves.
first question that this experience suggests is why only this one
vision, of these events, 17 years in the future. It couldn’t
serve as a warning, or provide me with any basis for making decisions
differently. Clearly it was a turning point in my life, especially
if, as I suspect, I was “dead” for a while and somehow
second question is why some things between the two timelines were the
same, and some completely different. From conventional physics, one
would expect a single future, and if by some means one could have
information about it, what one would see is exactly what would occur,
with no differences. If infinitely many timelines diverged from every
moment in time, as in the “many-worlds” conjecture, then
one would expect that if one got information about a future timeline
that differed in any details from the one he would eventually take,
it would differ in almost all of them, except for things like
astronomical and geological events that are largely unaffected by
changes in human affairs. But to get information about a timeline
that is identical in many details and different in others is more
difficult to explain.
is also a problem about how one might get information from the
future, or any future, at all, if the asymmetry of space along the
time axis is the source of the arrow of time. The answer to that is
easier. If timelines are information channels, then one might expect
the channel capacity or noise level to be greater in one direction
than in the opposite direction, like a telephone connection that is
clear in one direction and weak or noisy in the other. This line of
thought indicates that an observer is only possible in an expanding
universe, and that if expansion ever stopped, the future would be
indistinguishable from the past, and observers on the other side of
an expanding universe, which we would think of as converging, would
perceive themselves traversing in what for us would be the opposite
direction, but which would be from their past to their future.
is more difficult to explain than that is how there could be bursts
of clear information from some future periods and not others, and how
they could come from timelines other than the one to be actually
taken by the receiver.
situation is like wandering through a multi-stage theater showing
variants of the same play on each stage, with identical actors saying
identical lines on some stages and with different characters saying
different lines on others. But this metaphor should not be taken too
far. It suggests a playwright, an audience, and perhaps backstage
hands. A natural explanation may be possible, and one that is
indicated is a restricted version of the many-worlds conjecture, in
which there are not infinitely many timelines diverging from every
moment, but a finite number of them, loosely gathered into bundles or
braids, whose threads sometimes diverge, and perhaps sometimes come
together and reconnect. One can get this by assuming that space-time
is quantized, like the electron orbitals in an atom or molecule,
where which they can assume only a limited number of discrete energy
and spin states. If this conjecture is valid, then certain features
of timelines would be inherently more stable, like electron orbitals,
and not just astronomical or geological events. Those stable elements
would anchor the other variants, limiting their number and
divergence, and make it likely that any information an observer might
receive from a future timeline would contain those stable elements.
for why some future episodes might be more clearly received, one can
speculate that they might be at or near major reconnection or
crossing points of several timelines, which might have the effect of
amplifying the signal and enable it to be received over the noise.
can also help explain the arrow of time. If the Universe is
“expanding” along the time axis, then there must be two
distance metrics that are changing with respect to one another, the
first representing some fundamental small distance unit underlying
all physical phenomena, and the other the “size” of the
Universe at each point in time. If the first is quantized within the
field of the other, then there is an increase in the number, finite
but very large, of states as one traverses futureward. In other
words, there are more future states than past ones. Many future
states can share the same past, making it a stable element in their
timelines, but a single past state can have many future states. This
explains how an observer can have a memory of the past and not of the
future, or at least not of most futures, except perhaps those where
timelines converge to a few futures.
would expect that beginnings and endings of major actors would be
stable points in timeline forks. For human individuals, this would be
their births and deaths, or at least points where many of the
timelines lead to death. One might be more likely, therefore, to have
a vision of events leading to death, or perhaps of those which get
past a point where most other timelines led to death. If this
conjecture is valid, then most of the timelines leading to May 1,
1999, ended in my death, but not all of them. I foresaw one, am
living another, and have memories that may differ in some details
from a timeline leading to that event, but that may not have gotten
this conjecture does not, however, completely remove the nagging
suspicion that it is all somehow contrived,
like the lines in multiple versions of the same play, which has a
playwright, an audience, and perhaps stage hands working behind the
scenes. But to what purpose? Entertainment? Training of future
citizens of some vast supercivilization whose members are truly lords
of time and space? If so, can they be bound by their own timelines,
or is our apparent reality merely the operation of a vast computer
simulation, creating a virtual reality in which we live and play out
our parts, like the characters in the movies Tron
or The Matrix?
Is there a programmer? Is consciousness and free will an illusion?
what it’s worth, I have these admittedly subjective
experiences, and no way to prove there is an objective component to
them. I have been pursuing the implications for cosmology, but the
mathematical problems are computationally intractable. You need a
universe to simulate a universe. I can find no practical use for
these experiences, other than to tell my tale and see if anyone else
has similar tales to tell. From conversations with operating room
personnel, it would seem that they have heard such stories from
others, and that physicians are reluctant to acknowledge them, for
fear of impairing their professional reputations.
go on, asking the questions, not claiming to have the answers, and
knowing that if I thought I did, I wouldn’t necessarily want to
tell anyone about it. Perhaps in the end that is what it is all
about, a voyage of discovery and enlightenment that may have no
definite end, but is intensely fascinating.
field seems to have developed a plethora of terms that essentially
refer to the same concept. The most common are “alternate
universe”, “parallel universe”, “timeline”,
and “dimension”. Of these, the worst is “dimension”,
which has another meaning in physics and should not be used in this
way. In physics it means one of several values needed to specify the
position of something in the field of possibilities. For most of us
that is three dimensions of space and one of time, commonly referred
to as “space-time”.
these the time axis deserves special discussion. It emerges from our
equations as the imaginary number i = √-1,
which, despite what some 17th century mathematicians may
have thought, is not “imaginary” at all. Based on its
association with time, I prefer to use the term “chron”.
It is common to use a single symbol, in what is called covariant
form, to refer to all four values, which, when its terms are squared,
results in the chron value being negative. From this emerges that
physical events move along the chron (time) axis futureward at the
speed of light, and that, if the three space dimensions were
“created” by the “big bang”, there may still
have been a chron axis that preceded it, so that the “big bang”
did not “create” time, and something may have preceded
the “big bang” in time.
current favored theory of cosmology, “M theory” (M for
Membrane) does not actually require that there be 11
dimensions. The equations just work better if one presumes that
Green wrote an elegant book, String Theory, about strings
(1-dimensional “branes”. All the math seems very
impressive until one realizes he is just stating the obvious using
math, which is more elegant with 11 dimensions than with another
number, but which does not show one how to confirm the theory
experimentally, much less how to build an Alcubierre-Sporing drive
that would actually work. Brian also makes frequent television
appearances popularizing his work and that of his colleagues. He is a
charming, attractive, and well-spoken fellow.
these are not the “dimensions” that UFO investigators
mean when they report that UFOs appear to have come from another
“dimension”. That would be something more like an
alternate universe. Some might like the term paraverse, but such a
thing is not really parallel. I prefer the term “diaverse”,
from the Greek, diakládosis (διακλάδωσης)
in which the prefix diaklád- emphasizes its branching
structure. “Verse” comes the Latin “universum”,
which is mixing linguistic roots. Could have used “acro”
(Latin, sharp or top end) to be consistent.
how many diaverses might split off from one parent diaverse. Time and
the splitting events appears to be quantized, so the number would
seem to be at most countably infinite, or אo,
but it is possible that the larger superverse might put further
constraints on the number, perhaps requiring that diaverses be
organized into bundles or skeins. It could be a (large) finite
provides many examples of travel to other diaverses. The TV series
is an example. In that series the protagonists had the problem of not
being able to get nack to their “home” diaverse. UFOs and
aliens seem to have solved that navigation problem. Obviously they
would not want to use inter-diaverse travel if they couldn’t
find their way back. That suggests an “address” for
diaverses, and a dimension for those addresses. The address would
not need to be diaverse-wide. Within each bundle might do. There
would also need to be some kind of time-like dimension, which could
be time itself, so that a traveler could locate itself within the
diaverse. For that it would need to have reference points so that a
traveler could locate itself on the timelike stream. In this diaverse
time doesn’t have absolute reference points for time. It is all
relative to a standard clock. We use neutron stars with a
near-constant spin frequency that slowly spin down at a constant
rate. Those also provide location markers that we could use to
navigate the galaxy for centuries.
is nowhere mentioned, but in the Star
Trek series it is
undoubtedly those neutron stars that allow starships to navigate
through the galaxy and through time. It is now thought that the Milky
Way galaxy is a barred spiral, with the sun, Sol, between two of the
spiral arms, about 2/3 of the way out from the black hole in the
center. Contrary to what was once thought, the stars in the galaxy do
not wind up in a Keplerian manner, the outer stars revolving more
slowly, but spins together as a coherent disk, the result of dark
matter holding them in approximate stable position. Thus while
navigational neutron stars might drift some, the drift would not be
as great with the influence of dark matter.
we could expect different diaverses, especially those in a bundle, to
have the same navigational neutron stars that we do in ours, which
could assist in navigation within them. They would not provide an
“address dimension”, but could assist in other kinds of
alien contactees report receiving warnings of severe “earth
changes”. One reports being shown a scene of a planet being
consumed by fire and being told that was the future of Earth. That
sounds like something more severe than the term “earth changes”
would suggest. More like an extinction or near-extinction event. One
might expect it to be common to all the diaverses in a bundle. It
would not likely be caused by the sun. Stars of spectral type G are
too stable. It suggests either an impact with an interstellar
planemo, or a nearby hypernova or a gamma-ray burster. The only known
candidate for the first is the star Betelgeuse, about 642.5
light-years away. If the travel of aliens is superluminal, then they
would know about such events before they destroy nearby planets,
perhaps including some of their own. This suggests we had better
develop superluminal stardrives of our own, or hitch rides on theirs,
so we can discover such catastrophes in time to evacuate Earth.
both we and nearby aliens are threatened by cosmic calamities, that
could explain apparent increased alien activity near Earth. It does
not explain abductees, hybridization, cattle mutilations, or other
calamities are a serious threat to the development of advanced
civilizations. I have mentioned hypernovas (the nearest likely one
being Betelgeuse) and gamma-ray bursters, which seem likely to occur
anywhere without much warning. There are others, that could clear out
large regions of the galaxy of life. We are lucky that none have hit
us yet. They don’t happen very often, but when they do they
could set life back to one-celled organisms from which it would have
to evolve all other again. They occur often enough to explain why
there are not more advanced civilizations in the galaxy. It is likely
that any advanced spacefarers we meet are refugees from several such
events, and some may have gathered in our neighborhood as a region
that has remained relatively safe for a long time.
you hear about aliens “from” nearby star clusters or
bright stars like Arcturus, don’t believe it. Bright stars are
almost never safe for earth-like planets, and a star cluster like the
Pleides consists of young stars, only a few hundred million years
old, too young to have planets on which life could have evolved, most
likely protoplanets in their heavy bombardment eras. There might be
alien colonies there. All aliens need are planets with hot cores that
could support geothermal energy extraction. They don’t even
need to be close to stars. They could be unbound planemos, wandering
in the space between stars. There are likely to be more of those than
planets around stars. Aliens are most likely to reside on planemos,
and be refugees from life-clearing galactic calamities. Those
calamities will not always render the planet uninhabitable. Gamma-ray
bursters are likely to leave microbial life on planets suitable for
colonization. Hypernovas are more likely to leave dead rocks, some
without atmospheres. Of course, alien colonists won’t need
Mars is likely to be a good place for alien colonists, including us,
to take up residence, in underground cities. It still has a core not
hot enough to generate a strong magnetic field, but hot enough for
geothermal power. It would be likely to endure all but a very close
hypernova, and to endure a gamma-ray burster. It is likely that many
planemos resemble it.
alien civilizations must often evacuate regions of the galaxy, it
would seem they would need to develop the technology of mind
recording and transfer, so that they could preserve the essence of
themselves, for later placement in suitable hosts, or “vessels”,
that would remain “them” for most purposes. If my mind
was transferred into a different vessel in a different diaverse, that
raises the question of what was transferred, as well as how it was
done. If what was transferred was what theologians call the “soul”,
then we may gain some clues about what
is. I will venture here onto controversial ground when I posit that
the soul is not something supernatural or sacred, but an artifact of
a very advanced civilization, that captures the essence of
personalities and memories in a kind of hologram, without the details
of synaptic structure and function, which will vary from one vessel
to another, the way an audio recording captures the music without the
details of the operation of musical instruments. Intelligence might
reside mostly in the “neural net”. I posit that advanced
civilizations are everywhere in the multiverse, and that each may
have its own method of soul capture and transfer.
this conjecture is valid, then “souls” could be the
exchange media of the multiverse, not minerals or energy. Advanced
aliens don’t need such things, which are everywhere abundant,
but desire bundles of information that capture the essence of living
beings. They might be planted in vessels, or just “read”
clue is provided by the “past lives” revealed by
regression hypnosis. Many people seem to have them, often many such
“lives”. Some going back hundreds of years, some only to
someone in the same family who “died” just before a later
life, or the present life, was born. They seem to be recordings of
the personality and events of that life, often in great detail. It
seems to be possible to pick up at some point in the past life and
play it forward for some period of time. Most have memories of their
deaths in a past life. Some men have memories of being women, and the
reverse. But the memories are usually of being human. There are a few
of being animals or plants. None of being aliens or “hybrids”.
Since there have been aliens around for a long time, that suggests a
compatibility problem, as though the brains have to be compatible for
the mind captures to work. If aliens can capture or transfer the
souls of humans, it would seem they could do the same with their own,
and that some alien souls should be showing up in the mix. Unless
aliens are immortal, or don’t have souls as such. Are the
attempts at hybridization attempts to come up with vessels that can
host alien souls?
about cattle mutilations? The parts taken are not genetic, but mostly
parts that come into contact with what the animals eat. What use is
there in that?
see extractions of human DNA and eggs in human abductions, and
reports of hybrids, but is that possible across species from
different planets, unless there are common ancestors? The only aliens
that seem sufficiently humanlike are the “Nordics”. What
is going on there? Were the young female members of the Vril Society
hybrids with the Nordics, whom they resembled? What did Vril leader
Maria Gorsic mean when, just before they all disappeared, she wrote
“We will not return to this place.” Did she mean Earth?
have been at least two unequivocal messages to national leaders: when
UFOs disabled the launch controls of American missiles, and another
set put Russian missiles on launch status. No word on what was done
with the Chinese, or with bombers and nuclear missile submarines. Of
course those messages seemed to ignore the MAD deterrence doctrine,
which can’t just be turned off unilaterally. If they really
don’t want us to launch they need to convene a peace
conference, and agree to help enforce it. UFO actions are almost
useless except as a signal. Any intervention needs to be more
seem to be more than 20 alien civilizations or exotribes (not
necessarily species) operating in Earth space. We need to disclose
them and the apparent agendas and strengths of each. Are they morally
equivalent? Are some locally much stronger than others? What does
each bring to the table?
anyone who wrote a book called The
Art of the Deal
should be able to testify that it is infernally difficult to make a
deal among just two parties, much less 20. I don’t have the
full picture, just glimpses. But if one group wants us to
denuclearize (even if they realize we can’t do that
unilaterally, and another doesn’t. That is the basis for making
some moral distinctions. Now I agree we should not favor the Nordics
because they look like us, on the other hand the Ebens (Greys) don’t
seem to care about our nukes, and are offering us, in return for
letting them abduct us and breed hybrids, some technology. What kind
of technology? FTL travel? That would make a huge difference. Are we
so determined to have our own “Space Force” that moral
distinctions are irrelevant? Who can we defeat?
group disabled our missile systems? That makes a great difference. We
should know at least that much. It makes them negotiators at the
peace conference. Are the Nordics still helping Nazis? That also
makes a difference.
is way past time for full disclosure of the aliens, what each group
wants, and what each group has. We are not going to be able to make
sound decisions unless this happens. Everyone needs to join in the
problem with FTL travel is that each space traverse is also a
traverse into the past. If we are being visited by other
civilizations that use FTL, then they, just by being here, are also
changing their own times in at least adjacent diaverses, which,
unless diaverses reconverge, may be somewhat chaotic. Therefore they,
or some of them, may very well be our descendents, with a special
interest in what we do in our own time.
government pretends to tell the truth, and we pretend to believe
nobody’s pretending anymore.
anyone believe the government lies on this subject? Have they ever?
Swamp gas? Really? It’s become an insult. The government has
made itself a laughingstock. People are not going to panic. That is
ancient history. We’ve become used to aliens around.
Remembering other lives. If
real it changes everything.
UFOs, aliens. If real it
Earth changes? Be
specific. This can be events that threaten a few hundred to
Cosmic catastrophes: The galaxy can have events that clear
life out of entire regions, as well as off an entire planet.
Gamma ray bursters, often merging black holes. The closest
that might affect us is Wolf
Rayet 104, which appears to be aligned right
at us. Although 8000 light-years distant, on outburst could destroy
the ozone protecting half of the Earth, exposing that half to deadly
solar UV radiation that could kill much life beneath.
Supernovas. The closest appears to be Betelgeuse, but at a
distance of about 643 light years, too far to do us any significant
Wandering black holes. These do occur, but mostly at the
locations of the stars out of which they appeared, revolving with
other stars about the center if the galaxy. They, with their
accretion disks, are mostly easy to spot and none appear to threaten
us at this time.
Intense solar flares or Coronal Mass Ejections. The earliest
historical CME appears to be the Carrington Event in 1859. It caused
major auroral displays, and electrical discharges on telegraph
lines. Today it would be likely to damage satellites and ground
electronics. Much like an EMP event would. But there was no damage
to living things. A survey of stars within 4000 light-years shows
that such events are rare, especially for spectral Type G stars like
the sun. They are most common among Type M (red dwarf) stars, cooler
and smaller than the sun, and for Type G stars only when they are a
part of close binary systems, exchanging material. The sun is a
steady star, not a variable. Therefore a CME that could cause injury
to life seems highly unlikely, unless an interstellar planemo
collided with the sun. Likewise, the sun going nova, which is
unlikely but not impossible, especially if a planet with an iron
core fell into it, which could cause a collapse of the star since
iron is the lowest level of nuclei that stellar fusion could
produce. Part of the warnings also involve geological events, like
volcanos and earthquakes, but it is implausible that any such events
could trigger geological effects.
Geological or meteorological events. Volcanos, earthquakes,
tsunamis and severe storms are an imminent threat, especially
supervolcanos, such as Yellowstone, Campi Fliegre, and volcanos in
western Indonesia, and major earthquakes along rifts.
Asteroid impacts. This can be a major threat, but is
unlikely, and we may become able to divert them.
Warfare. Global thermonuclear war, as well as chemical and
biological war. Are well-known threats. To this may be added orbital
Terrorism. Could involve any the weapons of mass destruction.
Famine, drought, and plague. There is still a threat from the
historic events of which we have records.
Climate change. There is a theoretical threat from a runaway
greenhouse scenario. Unlikely, as we have seen that being approached
before, without occurring. There is a threat from long-term solar
brightening, but that seems likely to take more than 100 million
Alien invasion. Speculative. We don’t have anything
aliens can’t more easily get elsewhere. There are no rare
minerals that are only to be concentrated on planets, or difficult
to find in space. There are only about 102 stable chemical elements,
which are more likely to be found in asteroids than on planets, and
no “dilithium”, “unobtanium”, or other such.