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Time Travel For
the last several days or so, as I drive up 8th Street and turn left
on Newport, I find myself looking over my shoulder, as if as somehow expecting
a car to run through the stop and crash into the back of my car. Then again the
next day, as I turn into Newport going toward my house a couple blocks away, I
feel vulnerable driving as I’m heading west toward 6th Street. It’s
an odd sensation that somehow feels real to me, I’m not sure why. About
a week later, Jacob and I are going shopping. I turn north into 5 Cities Drive,
slow down and turn left into the plaza toward California Fresh Market. As I’m
turning, with cars approaching and going south a block or so away, I see a
truck barreling toward me at an excessive rate of speed. Then, trying to slow
down by slamming down on the brakes, it leaves a 65 foot skid mark. The
oncoming vehicle rams into the back side of my car. The
driver of the truck keeps going after the collision and we turn into the
parking area, pull over and stop. Jacob
calls the Pismo police. After a short wait an officer comes and documents the
incident. Later
on, I somehow remember another time when a similar incident occurred. I was
much younger and just out of my first year of College. I had written a short
story about a car accident, in which I was a passenger. The next day the
accident occurred almost exactly as I had written the sequence of events. We
hear the use of the word premonition in various contexts. The word means an early
warning about a future event. Who is to say if the event is good or bad, intentional
or chance. Say what you will. However, it is entirely plausible that when such
an event takes place, it’s a form of time travel. What other way would one
explain the phenomena described? I
believe that Albert Einstein formulated the theory that Time is Relative. Whatever
that means, I’m not sure. To this day, I feel that the concept of time travel
makes occurrences of this sort explainable, yet perhaps in a way that we just
can’t formulate in words. We
live in a three dimensional world, or so it seems. If indeed, time is the fourth
dimension, then what sort of existential pathways have opened to our cogitative
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