18th Anniversary of the Twin Towers, in New York coming down, after terrorists crashing big jets into them, 9-11-18.
It has bee awhile people. And yes more events have occurred at my current location. E.G. the following is a summery of recent events that just may curl your hair:
April 5th, 2018
On this day while I was taking my pills and I had just opened up a jar of vitamins. I had what you would call a blank moment in my brain and I lost control of my right hand momentarily and the jar lid I had in my hand dropped. I was sitting in my wooden chair in front of my wooden dresser, with the one drawer open, the distance between the chair and the opened drawer was one foot in distance. The lid that had dropped, had hit the inside of my left pant leg and bounced off. After it bounced off of my pant leg it disappeared, in mid air. It did not hit the floor. It did not hit the dresser after it bounced off of my leg and it never made it to the carpet. It was a tight confined area and there was no jar lid to be found after searching. So far that's just the factual part; I've had eye sight problems in the past and I was having recent eye problems and my eyes were pretty hazy.
However my focus of my eye sight was still pretty reasonable. Its been 22 years since the first time this happened. Today, however, instead of going straight down, like before, it went sideways, as it disappeared like a coin going into a slot, and I did not see an image of where it went, similar to before. I had Kayla, a new friend, who also showed interest in new wormholes appearing, and how they are, was made a witness to the aftermath of the missing cap. We went up to this room where the jar was and looked around to see if it was anywhere near or in the area that it was dropped in. I've been up there multiple times and I still have yet to find it.
April 25th, 2018
On this day, I was in my sleeping area in a shed out in the back yard at an industrial location, with the door locked from within, and kneeling on my bed looking East preparing to take my sleeping pill. My right eye had mostly recovered from the infection that had been present a week earlier. It was about 5am, still dark outside, and I had decided to put my pills into a gold plastic pop-top, 1-13/16” OD x 2-3/4” high cylindrical container, which I had been using for simple storage and ease of use of the medicine, and at the time I had 2 of these gold colored containers. Recently I had only been putting a few of the pills into said container, leaving the majority of the contents elsewhere. I had just transferred the remaining pills into said gold container and took out one to take as needed for sleep. The said container had been placed near other items on the same tier. After taking a pill, my typical procedure is to place the said gold container back into the plastic bag. Recently though I had been leaving it, the said gold container, near my other items. At this point I am not sure exactly which one of two conditions was present. As per my usual routine upon getting ready for sleeping, I place my items in their places, so as to be found, as needed for when I wake up. I really hate loosing personal use items to invisible wormholes. As it was I had been under the impression that all was well with the physical universe and had been blissfully ignorant oncoming wormholes, so I could sleep better knowing I was safe … , yeah right. The shed is an 8'x10'x7' high structure. I sleep on the floor of the east half. A stack of flooring takes up a foot or so of space to the west, the end of which is used as my my bench seat that use to sit and get myself dressed. I place various items along the length of the top, within easy reach for use when sitting against the storage boxes where I have been sitting and sleeping. Today when I got up, I thought I had gone through my usual wake up routine, and had apparently already placed the said gold container, into the usual plastic bag with the other things, which had been near by. I have a second bag, used as a secondary containment system, where I had been also keeping my recently prescribed antibiotics. I had both closed bags, enclosing the contents, wadded them, and then left it on my seat at about 4:15pm per usual. Then about 2 hours later, as per usual, I came back to get my eye medicine which is in the bag, and it was just as, and where, I had left it. When I open up the outer, and then inner, bag to remove the said gold container holding the sleeping pills, one of two gold containers, both of which are usually there, as I usually put them there, obsessively and compulsory, was not there in the bag as per usual. PANIC starts to set in the place of calm. I then feel my compulsory and obsessive logical mind set come in an take over, and I then start my process of redetermining my 'Physical Reality' of my 'Space and Time' within the current 'Frame Drag of Reference' by assessing the 'what', 'where', 'when', 'how', eliminate any 'who' possibilities, any try and get at the 'why' of it all. I clean the 'house', with extra illumination, to see better, to eliminate any 'hidden' possibilities. As of 05/27/2018 it has not returned.
06/01/2018
Also in the shed is a gallon plastic container for personal use, (yes that's correct), that is used as necessary, wherein the cap is removed, placed in a certain location at eye level, and after the container has received new contents, it gets recapped, so as to not spill anything. The main issue, is the reoccurring disappearance of the plastic cap. The location of the cap, as initially placed, after removal from the jug, is put on a wooden ledge about eye high and less than .75 feet away from my eye when standing. Below the ledge is the six inch foam mattress, where, under the normal laws of physics, if by some chance, during my time of discharge, I knock the cap off the ledge, by the law of gravity, friction, and shock absorbing foam below, which reduces any rebound effect of object dropping on to it, the cap must by found upon the mattress. Twice before, the cap disappeared, by the time I had finished, from off of the ledge, and not be found upon the mattress.
Granted there were times when I put the cap on a stack of flooring takes up a foot or so of space to the west, the end of which is used as my my bench seat which I use to get myself dressed. The flooring comes in white boxes covered in plastic, which can make the cap not easy to see or find in the dim lighting conditions, so that is why I put the small plastic cap up higher on the wooden ledge to the west.
So because of the prior two disappearing cap events, as of late, when I put the plastic cap on the wooden ledge I have been pointing my finger at it and telling it to “Stay”, like I would tell a dog, and that had been working. Then this last time, I had been extra tired and sleepy, and forgot to tell the cap to 'stay', and sure enough, when I got done and reached for the cap, the cap had disappeared.
It is really getting frustrating. All of these items disappearing, in so short of a span of time, and so near me, and so shortly just after handling them. So the tally of items, so far here at my current living location, is one keyboard key (the hyphen – underscore_) some 2 years ago, and more recently, a white 2-1/2 inch diameter plastic cap off of a large pill bottle, a plastic pop-top, gold colored, cylindrical pill container, 3 small plastic caps from one gallon sized water jugs, the 3rd being the most recent event. None of these have returned and or have been found as of yet. Six items, all plastic, as were the ear plugs and two nasal spray bottles from the place in Long Beach. An now I have seemed to have convinced myself, that somehow, I am physically doing this not so slight of hand 'magic'. My observations, in recollecting them, of each recent event, is that my brain has had a 'DC-on-moment' of consciousness while the event is taking place, instead of the usual frequency type of operation. My sense of 'time' seems to be put on 'pause' or stops flowing, yet still conscious of it existing, kind of a 'white-out' instead of a blackout. There is no personal control over these situations. As I said, it is really getting frustrating.
September 1, 2018
It was some 2-1/2 years ago, I still had an intact gold-plated manicure set that a step-grandma gave to me many years ago, in a brown zippered case. It came with a large nail clipper and a smaller nail clipper, w/o nail files, tweezers, cuticle pusher, a folding pocket knife set with a knife blade, a hooked nail file, and a combo bottle opener w/straight blade screw driver, and a separate 3.5” nail file that I used frequently. As I was sharing the desk space with 2 other people at the time, I had been able keep it safe 8 or 9 years, near where my desk top CPU is located, and used it regularly to clean under the nails, and trim them as well, so as to keep from making too many typos'. On several occasions, the nail file had fallen. I managed to knock the loose nail file to the floor, or into a sample bucket, or into the box below it, where I can find it when looking for it and it wasn't in view on the desk top. Usually people know not to touch or steal my stuff. So from my kit, 2 things went missing when I was not there to observe the event. I thought that some evil person, had a brain issue, and had took them, on 2 different occasions. The rest of the items remained in their place. The 2 items were the 3.5” hooked nail file, and the large nail clippers. There were several times, during the 2-1/2 years, that I had cleaned up my area, and went through box and bucket, searched the floor, etc. in the same areas, looking for them and other things, but had no joy in finding the large clippers or nail file. I had already gotten their replacements and moved on.
Now the new bit, I just recently found one of them, the 3.5” nail file, had reappeared on my desk, in plain view, in an easy to see spot, to the right of my desk top CPU, right in front of where I keep the other pieces in their case, just as if it had been there all of that time, but invisible. So those that been a possibility as thieves are now no longer seen as such, for they are no longer with the store, and are unable to have put it back. So, what do I have left to explain the coming back, after 2-1/2 years, of my metal, previously gold plated, nail file? I had previously entertained the idea that only plastic can go though a macro-sized wormhole, and then eventually come back. Well apparently that was wrong as was proved by the return of metal nail file, that had been “stolen” by a macro-sized wormhole, possibly generated by yours truly.
It has bee awhile people. And yes more events have occurred at my current location. E.G. the following is a summery of recent events that just may curl your hair:
April 5th, 2018
On this day while I was taking my pills and I had just opened up a jar of vitamins. I had what you would call a blank moment in my brain and I lost control of my right hand momentarily and the jar lid I had in my hand dropped. I was sitting in my wooden chair in front of my wooden dresser, with the one drawer open, the distance between the chair and the opened drawer was one foot in distance. The lid that had dropped, had hit the inside of my left pant leg and bounced off. After it bounced off of my pant leg it disappeared, in mid air. It did not hit the floor. It did not hit the dresser after it bounced off of my leg and it never made it to the carpet. It was a tight confined area and there was no jar lid to be found after searching. So far that's just the factual part; I've had eye sight problems in the past and I was having recent eye problems and my eyes were pretty hazy.
However my focus of my eye sight was still pretty reasonable. Its been 22 years since the first time this happened. Today, however, instead of going straight down, like before, it went sideways, as it disappeared like a coin going into a slot, and I did not see an image of where it went, similar to before. I had Kayla, a new friend, who also showed interest in new wormholes appearing, and how they are, was made a witness to the aftermath of the missing cap. We went up to this room where the jar was and looked around to see if it was anywhere near or in the area that it was dropped in. I've been up there multiple times and I still have yet to find it.
April 25th, 2018
On this day, I was in my sleeping area in a shed out in the back yard at an industrial location, with the door locked from within, and kneeling on my bed looking East preparing to take my sleeping pill. My right eye had mostly recovered from the infection that had been present a week earlier. It was about 5am, still dark outside, and I had decided to put my pills into a gold plastic pop-top, 1-13/16” OD x 2-3/4” high cylindrical container, which I had been using for simple storage and ease of use of the medicine, and at the time I had 2 of these gold colored containers. Recently I had only been putting a few of the pills into said container, leaving the majority of the contents elsewhere. I had just transferred the remaining pills into said gold container and took out one to take as needed for sleep. The said container had been placed near other items on the same tier. After taking a pill, my typical procedure is to place the said gold container back into the plastic bag. Recently though I had been leaving it, the said gold container, near my other items. At this point I am not sure exactly which one of two conditions was present. As per my usual routine upon getting ready for sleeping, I place my items in their places, so as to be found, as needed for when I wake up. I really hate loosing personal use items to invisible wormholes. As it was I had been under the impression that all was well with the physical universe and had been blissfully ignorant oncoming wormholes, so I could sleep better knowing I was safe … , yeah right. The shed is an 8'x10'x7' high structure. I sleep on the floor of the east half. A stack of flooring takes up a foot or so of space to the west, the end of which is used as my my bench seat that use to sit and get myself dressed. I place various items along the length of the top, within easy reach for use when sitting against the storage boxes where I have been sitting and sleeping. Today when I got up, I thought I had gone through my usual wake up routine, and had apparently already placed the said gold container, into the usual plastic bag with the other things, which had been near by. I have a second bag, used as a secondary containment system, where I had been also keeping my recently prescribed antibiotics. I had both closed bags, enclosing the contents, wadded them, and then left it on my seat at about 4:15pm per usual. Then about 2 hours later, as per usual, I came back to get my eye medicine which is in the bag, and it was just as, and where, I had left it. When I open up the outer, and then inner, bag to remove the said gold container holding the sleeping pills, one of two gold containers, both of which are usually there, as I usually put them there, obsessively and compulsory, was not there in the bag as per usual. PANIC starts to set in the place of calm. I then feel my compulsory and obsessive logical mind set come in an take over, and I then start my process of redetermining my 'Physical Reality' of my 'Space and Time' within the current 'Frame Drag of Reference' by assessing the 'what', 'where', 'when', 'how', eliminate any 'who' possibilities, any try and get at the 'why' of it all. I clean the 'house', with extra illumination, to see better, to eliminate any 'hidden' possibilities. As of 05/27/2018 it has not returned.
06/01/2018
Also in the shed is a gallon plastic container for personal use, (yes that's correct), that is used as necessary, wherein the cap is removed, placed in a certain location at eye level, and after the container has received new contents, it gets recapped, so as to not spill anything. The main issue, is the reoccurring disappearance of the plastic cap. The location of the cap, as initially placed, after removal from the jug, is put on a wooden ledge about eye high and less than .75 feet away from my eye when standing. Below the ledge is the six inch foam mattress, where, under the normal laws of physics, if by some chance, during my time of discharge, I knock the cap off the ledge, by the law of gravity, friction, and shock absorbing foam below, which reduces any rebound effect of object dropping on to it, the cap must by found upon the mattress. Twice before, the cap disappeared, by the time I had finished, from off of the ledge, and not be found upon the mattress.
Granted there were times when I put the cap on a stack of flooring takes up a foot or so of space to the west, the end of which is used as my my bench seat which I use to get myself dressed. The flooring comes in white boxes covered in plastic, which can make the cap not easy to see or find in the dim lighting conditions, so that is why I put the small plastic cap up higher on the wooden ledge to the west.
So because of the prior two disappearing cap events, as of late, when I put the plastic cap on the wooden ledge I have been pointing my finger at it and telling it to “Stay”, like I would tell a dog, and that had been working. Then this last time, I had been extra tired and sleepy, and forgot to tell the cap to 'stay', and sure enough, when I got done and reached for the cap, the cap had disappeared.
It is really getting frustrating. All of these items disappearing, in so short of a span of time, and so near me, and so shortly just after handling them. So the tally of items, so far here at my current living location, is one keyboard key (the hyphen – underscore_) some 2 years ago, and more recently, a white 2-1/2 inch diameter plastic cap off of a large pill bottle, a plastic pop-top, gold colored, cylindrical pill container, 3 small plastic caps from one gallon sized water jugs, the 3rd being the most recent event. None of these have returned and or have been found as of yet. Six items, all plastic, as were the ear plugs and two nasal spray bottles from the place in Long Beach. An now I have seemed to have convinced myself, that somehow, I am physically doing this not so slight of hand 'magic'. My observations, in recollecting them, of each recent event, is that my brain has had a 'DC-on-moment' of consciousness while the event is taking place, instead of the usual frequency type of operation. My sense of 'time' seems to be put on 'pause' or stops flowing, yet still conscious of it existing, kind of a 'white-out' instead of a blackout. There is no personal control over these situations. As I said, it is really getting frustrating.
September 1, 2018
It was some 2-1/2 years ago, I still had an intact gold-plated manicure set that a step-grandma gave to me many years ago, in a brown zippered case. It came with a large nail clipper and a smaller nail clipper, w/o nail files, tweezers, cuticle pusher, a folding pocket knife set with a knife blade, a hooked nail file, and a combo bottle opener w/straight blade screw driver, and a separate 3.5” nail file that I used frequently. As I was sharing the desk space with 2 other people at the time, I had been able keep it safe 8 or 9 years, near where my desk top CPU is located, and used it regularly to clean under the nails, and trim them as well, so as to keep from making too many typos'. On several occasions, the nail file had fallen. I managed to knock the loose nail file to the floor, or into a sample bucket, or into the box below it, where I can find it when looking for it and it wasn't in view on the desk top. Usually people know not to touch or steal my stuff. So from my kit, 2 things went missing when I was not there to observe the event. I thought that some evil person, had a brain issue, and had took them, on 2 different occasions. The rest of the items remained in their place. The 2 items were the 3.5” hooked nail file, and the large nail clippers. There were several times, during the 2-1/2 years, that I had cleaned up my area, and went through box and bucket, searched the floor, etc. in the same areas, looking for them and other things, but had no joy in finding the large clippers or nail file. I had already gotten their replacements and moved on.
Now the new bit, I just recently found one of them, the 3.5” nail file, had reappeared on my desk, in plain view, in an easy to see spot, to the right of my desk top CPU, right in front of where I keep the other pieces in their case, just as if it had been there all of that time, but invisible. So those that been a possibility as thieves are now no longer seen as such, for they are no longer with the store, and are unable to have put it back. So, what do I have left to explain the coming back, after 2-1/2 years, of my metal, previously gold plated, nail file? I had previously entertained the idea that only plastic can go though a macro-sized wormhole, and then eventually come back. Well apparently that was wrong as was proved by the return of metal nail file, that had been “stolen” by a macro-sized wormhole, possibly generated by yours truly.
