Yeah, I Know…I’m Out There. (Photo © Jan C. J. Jones and F. P. Dorchak, 2016)
When I’d attended Air Force navigator training at the now long gone Mather AFB, in Sacramento, CA, as a twenty-two/three year old, I had had several weird experiences. In this post I’ll discuss perhaps one of the weirdest things to ever happen to me.
I’d been driving my blue Subaru hatchback on-base…backing out of the MAFB Post Office actually, when I’d been overcome by an extremely odd physical sensation: my arms and legs no longer felt right; no longer operated correctly.
As I drove the car, my entire body felt, well…”floppy“…like it wasn’t properly operating.
What it’d felt like was that my body wasn’t familiar to me.
From my actual February 2, 1984 diary entry:
“I just picked up my mail, and the strongest feeling came over me. I was pulling out of the parking lot—backing up out of the space (~1251 pm) when I didn’t feel like ME. I was wondering why the car felt so STRANGE. It didn’t feel right. It felt, to a part of me, like it was broke, the clutch went out, and wouldn’t start. But it felt more—it didn’t feel familiar! More so—neither did I!—I felt as if another person was coming over me! It was great! Ever since then (it’s 1:12) I’ve been feeling giddy—trembling w/a sort of anticipation of something. I had little other incidents where I felt different.
“Last night on Twilight Zone, I saw an episode where a person’s other personality took over—for the better (‘Man in a $4 a day room,’ or something).”
I actually remember thinking thoughts like “what am I doing?” As I’d mentioned, operating a car didn’t feel familiar anymore—I didn’t feel familiar to me anymore. I mean, I went through the motions, but my physical actions had been delayed and unfamiliar…clumsy…and I’d actually had to focus on what I’d been doing…driving the car…applying the gas…the brakes…shifting (which had become quite clumsy). I mean I could do what I was doing, but it was like I was outside myself and had to remind myself where I was and what I was doing.
But still…it all felt strangely unfamiliar to my hands and feet. My body.
As I’d thought about things then and now, I really feel that another version of me from another probability had reached out found 1984-Me and had decided to check things out. There was no malice involved…what I’d felt was an intense curiosity about driving and what was going on. Me. Nothing like this had ever happened before or since.
This has to rank as one of the weirdest experiences I’d ever had. While at Nav training as a Second Lieutenant, I’d had about a half-dozen or so weird experiences, which were fun rediscovering as I paged through my diary, and I’ll write them all up here. Along with this and my recent opened door experience (which discussed one I’d had at MAFB) I’d also found my “Vaudeville Act” experience that I thought I’d already written up but cannot find. And, apparently, I’d also met my Oversoul at MAFB—“in person.”
So…stay tuned…stay aware…and don’t be dismissive. There is Great Weirdness awaiting you out there, if you keep yourself open to the experiences!
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