Slipping Through Time

Our intention, with this essay, is sharing.

Sharing what?

A pleasant idea.

Right after we share our pleasant idea, we will also share a story.

Our story isn’t great. But, it is nice enough.

Or, at least, that is my hope.

Regardless of those little details, let’s dive into this.

A Slip Within Time

A time slip is an experience in which one travels through time due to means that are unclear.

Or, at least, that is one definition.

Our definition of a time slip is a little different.

A fundamentally transformative experience in which you move from one point in time to another.

Just as an example, imagine that you are walking home, late at night, along a road you are familiar with.

Right within the moments that comprise this walk, the environment appears to shift all around you.

You were surrounded by suburban houses.

But, now, you are surrounded by trees, small bodies of water, patches of mud; and so on and so forth.

And, then, no more than a second or two later, the environment returns to its former presence.

The above is a time slip.

You slipped from one point in time — the “present moment,” so to speak — to another point in time.

Many people report time slips of one sort or another.

You can find many of these reports in paranormal-adjacent forums, publications, and books.

Some of these reports may be accurate.

Or, at least, aligned to the author’s actual experiences.

Even so, though, my contention is that time slips do not exist.

My reason for this contention is as follows: time slips are deeply unsettling and it would be best if they did not exist.

For me, that is.

Best for me.

Even though time slips are not a source of belief on my part, they are a rather peculiar source of interest.

You can find a “time slip story” right below.

This story is, as you may assume, a product of my interest.

On A Cold Winter Night

On a cold Winter night, I was walking through Mount Tabor.

No, sorry.

The above isn’t true.

On a cold Winter morning I was walking through Mount Tabor.

If memory serves, I began walking through Mount Tabor at 11 o’clock PM.

I needed to walk.

My intention was to meditate.

To meditate on the wealth and abundance that was sought.

And, in meditating on such things, to bring myself far closer to the attainment of those yearnings.

I enjoyed a beautiful inner conversation that helped me clarify my aims.

Right within this clarification, there was the feeling that I was, in fact, wealthy.

The feeling lasted for seven minutes.

And, then, it faded.

But, this sense of wealth — the sense of power and agency, which is wealth — persisted.

I walked through the hallowed out paths of Mount Tabor.

I passed through forgotten picnic tables.

I swung on the old metal swing set that was born in my youth.

Eventually, though, my walk came to an end.

I walked through the spaces I had wandered across and found my way at the entrance.

The entrance I had wandered through several hours prior.

It was 1:30 AM, if memory serves.

Surrounding me were suburban homes of various shapes and sizes.

Right within the window of one such home a television was playing “Bob’s Burgers.”

It was the episode where Tina tries to be a school reporter.

I breathed in the cold Winter air.

And, I smiled, remembering the power, wealth, and agency I gained.

Right after that lovely, lovely feeling came into me, something very strange happened.

I saw the houses I was surrounded by transform into flames.

Dark, violent flames that overwhelmed my vision.

I was surrounded by fire.

And, then, not even a second later, the flames faded away.

I saw the most beautiful trees you can possibly imagine.

Starlight glistened across the bodies of these tall, and absolutely grand, trees that scraped the sky.

All around me were these trees.

On the ground, though, were small pools of water.

Each one was illuminated by the starlight.

Some of these pools of water held small fish.

Others contained leaves, moss, and specs of dirt.

A pool of water to my right contained blue gems.

And, then, the land shifted once more.

I saw the house watching “Bob’s Burgers” on their television set.

The stars returned to their former statute.

All around me were suburban houses.

The experience lasted little more than five seconds.

I cannot say if what I saw was truly what was there.

But, what I can say is that the experience transformed me.

I always knew that magic existed.

But, after that moment, on that cold Winter night, I knew that magic was, in fact, a reality of our world.

I’m saying the same thing. But, there is a subtle difference.

I have chosen to write this essay in order to remember this experience.

To remember the transcendence I experienced on that cold Winter night.

Conclusion

Just to wrap this up, thank you so much for reading!

This isn’t one of my best works. But, my hope is that you enjoyed reading it.

Best wishes and have a great day!