Coping: The Woo Road Near Medford

I’ve written to you many times about the odd goings on in the world that we are slowly sneaking up on…those events called “woo” (formerly wujo, but that term was obsoleted by a language change).  What we are piecing together is the idea – from ongoing reader reports – that the world really may be operating in accordance with Everett’s Many World’s Interpretation  (MWI) of quantum mechanics.

The overview of how this all operates is presented in the Nov. 1 article “Preppers as Procogs” and the drawing, if nothing else, are worth a quick review if you haven’t seen them.  It shows have the world “on average” can split and then “rejoin” itself.

All of which is necessary baseline to report the adventures of reader Pat, who lives in the Medford, Oregon area.

A troubled-sounding email came in from her on Boxing Day:

“…on December 24, i was exiting the south exit of Medford and there was a sudden shift of something (i was in the right place but not the right time)and the exit was unrecognizable. the street was wider, landmarks were different. my first impulse was to hit the brakes since i felt the “cat held over running water syndrome” but i gritted my teeth held onto the steering wheel for dear life as they say and by the time i reached the merging traffic into Medford i was back in familiar surroundings. it was horribly weird and tho i probe the incident in my mind like something stuck in my teeth i cannot make sense of it and have told only one person because it feels like i slipped a cog and lost my mind on the south Medford Oregon off-ramp for 15 seconds or so on Christmas eve.   -pat

As you’d expect, this has been deeply troubling Pat.  So I was pleased to receive another email from her Monday with the subject line “Revisited that south Medford exit over the weekend….”

“…and it is only a single lane exit not a six lane (three exit-three entrance) on and off the highway. that was such an uncomfortable experience i dont think i will take the everyday world for granted again. i am a person who takes landmarks very seriously.

i have such a strong feeling that something terrible (like a tsunami of plain old bad) and life changing is about to happen in the near future and it seems to be a feeling shared by many people. could it be a universal knowing or perhaps fostered by a sharing on the internet?

regarding everything is a business model. there is a human tendency to find faces in random arrangement of our environment. at one point in my life i thought everything was about control. i think i may still hold to that but in any case once we see a pattern we can find it everywhere.

going back to that damned exit, i wonder if somehow Medford (time, space or dimension) is as large as l=Los Angeles…and is control like energy, a distinct and separate [something i have no name for and which is beyond my educational level to explore.    -pat

The intriguing questions, scratched out on Post-Its, litter my desk:  What would have happened ifs she had stopped at the place in the road, presumably in some alternative future, or future-yet-to come, and had taken the exit?  Would she have arrived in the future?

Would her car have made it, too?  Would the people see her?  I mean in a normal sense… Or, would there even be gasoline in the “new future” to power her car?  Would it have been a police state?  Were the signs still in English, or was another tongue in use?  Had Spanish subtitles appeared on the signs?  Was there a higher level of background radiation?

The deeper questions showed up too, since Elaine and I did a 5,200 mile business/road trip this year.  If we were driving along a freeway in southern Colorado, say in the area of Trinity – where neither of us had ever been before, how would we know whether the town and exits we passed were of the “now & solid” or were peekaboo’s of the future? 

Other than to stare at the comfort of the nav system in the dashboard, to consider streets and exits were where they were supposed to be.  But even this is not perfect.  The car, you see is a 2005/2006 model (I forget which, it’s early).  And the nav charts haven’t been updated since new.  So yes, there are many “new roads” out there and while driving up from New Mexico to Durango, there wasn’t much evidence of road construction, but the nav system was telling me “turn right in 300 feet”.,”

That, more often than not, was into the side of a hill, or off the side of a mountain, particularly up past Durango around Telluride.  You’re driving carefully on a road that seems like it’s been there forever and the nag system says “In 300 feet, turn right.”  And  you’re looking down a thousand feet into a valley where there’s a town nestled.  Without wings and an emergency parachute, that’ ain’t possible.

So was the nav system GPS relying on ancient data?  In 2005/2006?  Was it from when logging roads and stop signs existed?  Or, when we head out on these roads-less-traveled, is there something uncertain?  Something about new adventuring that presses “normal” (Gaussian) distributions and brings us into the zone where time-slips and time-jumps become possible, just maybe not apparent because of our built-in normalcy bias…

Well, I think reader Pat’s hooked up with that view now.  When it happens, it rocks your world, as it certainly did Pat’s.

Oh, and when it does, send a case report to and we’ll pass it along.  None of us is alone on this ride but the “how” of our connections are many and varied.  And as this morning’s musings reveal, not always firmly anchored in time.

Dreams, Dream States, and Quakes

Some new dreams have been posted at our ongoing research site, the  And on the topic of “dream work” there are a number of fascinating tidbits to throw into the mental blender.

First is a note that we’re about how we’re about to enter what may be prime-time for active dreamers, as explained in this note from Trent:

Hi George,

Remote viewing is far more accurate at 13:30 Local Sidereal Time, + or – 1 hour;

We are entering the time of year when 13:30 LST happens at about the time most people have their last dream of the night.  If better PSI results apply to dreams as well as remote viewing, the dreams we have during these next months should have more predictive value.  Here’s a table of when 13:30 occurs in local time.  It should be accurate to within about 15 minutes for any local time zone on earth (no correction for Australian daylight savings time, though);

Date:            Local Time     Time of

                    when 13:30    Peak PSI

                    LST occurs:   accuracy:

12/30/13       7 AM            6AM – 8 AM

01/13/14       6 AM            5AM – 7 AM

01/29/14       5 AM            4AM – 6 AM

02/13/14       4 AM            3AM – 5 AM

Pleasant dreams,

Trent T

If you don’t know what sidereal time is, this entry from Wikipedia helps out a bit:

Sidereal time /sa??d??ri?l/ is a time-keeping system astronomers use to keep track of the direction to point their telescopes to view a given star in the night sky. Briefly, sidereal time is a “time scale that is based on the Earth’s rate of rotation measured relative to the fixed stars.”[1]

From a given observation point, a star found at one location in the sky will be found at nearly the same location on another night at the same sidereal time. This is similar to how the time kept by a sundial can be used to find the location of the Sun. Just as the Sun and Moon appear to rise in the east and set in the west due to the rotation of the Earth, so do the stars. Both solar time and sidereal time make use of the regularity of the Earth’s rotation about its polar axis, solar time following the Sun while sidereal time roughly follows the stars. More exactly, sidereal time is the angle, measured from the observer’s meridian, along the celestial equator, to the great circle that passes through the March equinox and both poles, and is usually expressed in hours, minutes, and seconds.[2] Common time on a typical clock measures a slightly longer cycle, accounting not only for the Earth’s axial rotation but also for the Earth’s annual revolution around the Sun of slightly less than 1 degree per day (in fact to the nearest arc-second, it takes 365.2422 days to revolve therefore 360 degrees/365.2422 days = 0.9856 degrees or 59 arc-minutes, 8 arc-seconds per day, i.e., slightly less than 1 degree per day).

All of which should mean (if my crackpot theory of how dreams, time, and transcendental objects floating around the universe works out) is that for the rest of the month, into February, or so, you should be experiencing more memorable and vivid dreams just before waking, so give yourself permission to remember the dreams and keep a notepad next to the bed. 

There are two ways to remember dreams well:  One of them is give yourself permission to have a perfect memory.  People do, but we’re conditioned into believing in our own limits, so practice taking mental snapshots as a way to build up your often disregarded eidetic memory.

The second way if a bit more pedantic. Jot down keywords only when capturing a dream that’s trying to fade back into the dream world while you’re resurfacing in this one.  You might write down something like “white living room” “bullet holes” “antenna-directed sniper gun aimed at iPhone mac adr” – as showed up in one of my recent dreams.

Oh, and that gets me to the next point:

I’m not about 78 pages into finishing the novel I’m writing – “Dream-Over” and I’ve promised myself that I WILL get it done and out on Amazon before my birthday in February.  If you can imagine Clive Cussler meets Ray Bradbury, meets quantum mechanics…I hope it’s as good to read as it feels to write.

A Word About Kesh

The third point about about dreams  – and yes, this may seem a bit off-the-wall, but this is the place for it – is wondering whether there is a connection between dream states and hair length.  I got to thinking about this because I’m going through one of those periods where what happens in my dreams is just damn near as real as what goes on out here in the “objective” (e.g. agreed to by large numbers of people) world.

I’ve noticed as I start my morning routine, the past several weeks as I saunter past the mirrors in the master bath a thought going through my head:  “That old man in the mirror there sure has a wild head of hair, don’t he?  He needs a haircut!  Time to get the Bro-In –Law to dig out the sheep shears…”

My retired SF MSG brother-in-law, who lives with us, used to cut hair around the barracks and can do a perfectly good haircut for zero cost and saving me a two hour hole in my day to run into town.  So it’s really a matter of just deciding what day the hair is going to get whacked, more than anything.

Yet something in the back of my mind tells me “You’re on a roll in the novel, and getting a haircut could screw up the works…so don’t cut your hair until the novel is done or you will have to wait another 3-4 months for your hair to grow out because the hair length has SOMETHING to do with the quality of your dreams, and hence, the raw material for your book – and even the whole quality of your writing on your website, if you pay attention….”

So, I made a note that with the next haircut I will be putting a note on the calendar so that I can reference how work, whiting, and thinking in general, go depending on hair length.

I trust you remember the story about Sampson and Delilah?

Delilah was approached by the lords of the Philistines, to discover the secret of Samson’s strength, “and we will give thee, every one of us, eleven hundred pieces of silver.” Three times she asked Samson for the secret of his strength, and all three times he gave her a false answer. The first time, he told her, “If they bind me with seven green withes that were never dried, then shall I be weak, and be as another man.” Then he told her, “If they bind me fast with new ropes that never were occupied, then shall I be weak, and be as another man.” The third time, he told her, “If thou weavest the seven locks of my head with the web….”[3] On the fourth occasion, he gave her the true reason: that he did not cut his hair in fulfillment of a vow to God;[4] and Delilah, when Samson was asleep on her knees, called up her man to shave off the seven locks from his head, then betrayed him to his enemies: “The Philistines took him, and put out his eyes, and brought him down to Gaza, and bound him with fetters of brass; and he did grind in the prison house.”

Then it occurred to me…there are other religions which are very precise in their treatment of hair, which gets us to a discussion of Kesh (Kes) in Sikhism.

After a bit more thinking on point, I came to a simple conclusion:  No haircut until the novel is finished.

Secondarily:  When I’m working on a creative period, no shaving and haircuts, and when engaged in engineering or accounting projects?  Short hair, because that’s somehow associated with loss of identity, following orders, and general compliance.

Why else (besides lice and such) would the military begin each new recruit with a quick head-shave on entry to boot camp?

Radio Note

I’ll be on Coast to Coast AM with George Noory for an hour tomorrow night (Wednesday into Thursday).  A look into 2014 and beyond…

More here Thursday morning and concluding research on what to expect between now and 2022 for Peoplenomics subscribers tomorrow…

Write when you break even…


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