Every so often our www.nostracodeus.com project comes up with something that is truly amazing. And sometimes we get more than a slight hint of the future in the process. And readers there contribute some amazing emails…and that gets me to the point:
Suppose for a moment that I told you that a prediction that the “Third World War to begin during Winter Games in 2014” was made by astrologers, shamans and parapsychologists in Russia ways back in the spring of 2011 – three years ago!.
Well, it’s true, the prediction was, in fact, made. You can find it in Pravda’s English language archives here.
No kidding! And, if you read the story closely, you’ll find today is one of the “hot days.”
WoWW: A Case of “Future-Vision”
This report on happenings in the World of Woo-Woo is just flat amazing!
Dear George,
As my son and I were leaving our Karate school last week I glanced into the window of the Consignment store next door and noticed it was empty. I commented to my son that they must have gone out of business. He replied, “What are you talking about?” I looked again and the store was full of woman’s clothing and a window display of pink garments for Valentine’s day. “Never mind. It looked like it was empty for a minute.” I could have sworn it was.
I went to karate class tonight without my son and this time when I looked into the store it was empty. All that was left was a glass counter and a “Closed” sign on the door. I called my son and asked him if he remembered me talking about the store being closed and it wasn’t. “Yeah, why?” “Because tonight it was empty for real-they went out of business.”
My son and I both marveled at the weirdness of it all and I’m convinced that I saw a week into the future when I believed the store was empty last week.
Love your column and especially the woo-woo stories.Take care, Rebecca Tampa Bay Florida
I’d be really interested to collect any additional facts about the previous trip. Any odd clouds in the sky, any unusual foods? How about music or….anything else about that visit which had an odd vibe to it?
SERIOUS Personal WoWW
WoWW – The World of Woo-Woo – is something we get only smatterings of now and then. Most of our reports come to us second hand. Someone puts down a set of keys – and said key’s promptly disappear – only to reappear some weeks later in a different place. Or like the store closing (in advance) in the previous story.
It’s like when a reader sits a stapler down on the desk and an hour later it has gone missing. It remains missing for several WEEKS and then –out of the blue – shows up somewhere that has been previously searched (to no avail). Yet there the damn object (of the search) is. It’s in complete defiance of logic.
So on to this morning’s case report is special because it is first-hand.
Background: A number of weeks – maybe a month – back Elaine asked me “Have you seen my little exercise ball?”
Years back, when I was at Campus Management down in Boca Raton, we gave out these little fabric-covered exercise balls with the company logo on them at one of our user conferences. Hugely popular since the users were able to use them to work out the stress from hours on a keyboard. Carpal tunnel and all that, right? Elaine loves hers and has been squeezing it since about 2003…Fabric on it is all stretch out, logo is mostly gone, but she loved it. When it went missing, she went into action.
She had searched the house high and low. Ripped cushions off furniture, moved throw rugs, moved furniture, vacuumed, and on and on…Not just once around, either.
So for the last several weeks almost daily I’ve been answering question: “No, I haven’t seen it….but it will be along one of these days…because that’s how this WoWW stuff seems to work…”
Secretly, of course, I didn’t believe it for an instant. The senior scientist in me scoffed. “Reality isn’t really like that,” it kept insisting.
Besides, three days ago she bought a brand new exercise ball. Bigger than the little one she loved, but that’s what was available in the local Wal-Mart. I figured the little one was gone, kaput, end of tale. Odd for it to disappear in the house, but oh well….got other fish to fry.
Until 10:47 AM Thursday when Elaine stormed into my office and triumphantly announced “Here it is!”
“Here WHAT is?” about the time my eye caught a small black ball inbound at 21 miles an hour in a low, under-hand toss from the smiling blonde lady…
“It was just sitting there! About 4-inches out from the middle of the couch….where would would have seen it a million times… had it been there…”
And of course, she was exactly right because I’d watch with some amusement from my recliner as she had torn the living room apart three or four times over; down on her knees with a big LED flashlight looking every damned where. Inspector Gadget would have been proud of her search efforts. It just plain wasn’t there and I would have seen it had it been.
I had felt around the couch, too. Between and under cushions, down on the floor…nope, not there. But now it’s back and I’m left wondering to figure out what it all means…
The living room floor has also been vacuumed twice a week, so the odds of it missing the vacuum almost a dozen times is right at zero, as far as I’m concerned.
We chatted about it…and then she confessed that was enough talk. To her brain, this was in the same league as that teleportation event I told you about a few months back. The one where she went to sleep in her recliner in the living room and woke up in bed with the TV still on….and that still totally freaks her out. Now the ball case. Can you say “Odd?”
In many of these “disappearing objects that reappear cases” the person has some attachment to the object and just as they move past the attachment – BANG! It’s back.
Maybe that God’s (or Universe, or whatever’s) way of teaching us something about attachment.
Or, maybe reality really is a Swiss cheesy place and we don’t understand the half of how it works; not really.
And maybe the joke’s on us: We may be smart enough to materialize a picture live on a smartphone, but how come we can materialize the means to make the monthly payments for it? That kind of thing.
This is the kind of stuff I mull over when I’m out working in the shop or around the house on weekends.
If I ever get a solid insight, be sure and read Monday columns.But “seriously odd” doesn’t even begin to cover it. Profoundly contrary to the way things should work, is more like it.
Why I’m Not a Lawyer
An email from reader Richard points out the flaws in my thinking (or at least some of them)…
George,
I believe that your assessment of the veto by Gov. Brewer of S.B. 1062 is as misguided as the propaganda put out by the LBGT community.