A Time Traveler Visited Her

 

                                      

 


TIME-TRAVEL


A traveler revealed himself to me, ascended to a different plane, I lost 3 hours of time, police interaction, revealed boyfriend’s true colors, shared knowledge.

 

16 years ago, I was in college and a traveler came to my beach house that I shared with 3 roommates. He slipped in with two early 20 something guys who were friends of my roommate one night. They had come from 30 miles away to hang out and the person they brought with them was a 30 something man who had given them a ride. I don’t know how they knew eachother, but it was clear that he was just a ride and not their friend. He was physically striking with a bald head, very long beard, strong build and he wore a Phillies tank top jersey. His eyes were light brown, slightly lighter than his skin and his voice was extremely deep and gravely. He had a very ancient look, like a babylonian relief carving.

 

The guys he drove introduced him as Philly (because he was from Philadelphia) and immediately went off to another part of the house with my roommate, leaving him in our living room. My boyfriend at the time was studying in my bedroom with the door closed and so was my male roommate, in his room. I chatted with the stranger about general things and soon we were talking about the town I lived in and the ocean. He mentioned that he had never seen the ocean before and I told him that the ocean was at the end of my street. He was genuinely surprised and I told him I’d walk him down to the end of the street to take a look at it. It was all very casual with no ounce of romantic tension or flirtation, just like casually showing someone your BBQ grill in the backyard.

 

We left the house together, and set off toward the coastal path at the end of my street. The Pacific Ocean was literally 10 houses away from my corner house. We began walking toward the middle of the quiet, palm lined street and we both reached out at the same time and held hands as we walked under the moonlight toward the ocean. I cannot explain why. I was a 20 year old woman and would not trust a strange man, let alone lead him anywhere at night. I definitely would never hold a strange man’s hand but I did, willingly. It felt natural yet completely unlike myself. He did not reach for my hand first. I cannot explain the impulse.

 

We talked as we walked. He said he wanted relationship advice and I obliged him. When we had walked down the street (about 5 houses down from mine), he looked down at me and said “I am a traveller”. At that moment, I looked up at him and screamed so loudly that my own voice filled my head and I could not hear the scream, it was so loud. It was a guttural and genuine release of fear. At that same time that I screamed, the earth literally shook beneath my feet like an earthquake and he and I rose up into the sky onto a higher astral plane together. It was almost like a different plateau like the ones you jump on in Super Smash Brothers. I can’t describe it any other way. We rose up off of the earth’s crust into the sky and were surrounded by the night sky, moonlight and stars.

 

The fear was instantly replaced by knowing. I KNEW what he was referring to. My first words were, “are there others”. He calmly said “yes”. We talked freely about this supernatural experience we were sharing and his travels. He said he had come from far away and did not know that there were other stars. He explained some “laws” governing his travels that I do not recall and I listened like a student. Mind you, we were not physically on earth’s crust in the middle of the street together. We were above it.

 

Eventually, we descended from that plane and resumed our walk for 5 more houses until we reached the path adjacent to the ocean cliff. A police officer shined his light on us from afar on the path. I imagine that he heard my scream or someone had called the police. Philly immediately assumed a prone position on the ground and began begging the officer to not hurt him. It was extremely dramatic, but I was aware of harsh police brutality in Philadelphia and it seemed logical that he would have this response. The officer helped pick Philly up off of the ground and calmly explained to him that he was in the state of California where the police don’t do that sort of thing. His words, not mine. The officer asked me if I was okay and I told him that I was fine. Honestly, I did not feel afraid. I explained that we were just taking a neighborhood walk and had had a heated conversation. The officer let us go on our way.

 

Sobered by the police interaction, we paused for about 2-3 minutes to take in the view of the ocean and turned back around to walk 10 houses back home. We chatted about more things and when we rounded the corner to face my house, my boyfriend came running outside shouting. He said “where have you been for 3 hours? Why are you out with this homeless man?”. I looked at my watch and it was 3 hours later! I went on a walk to the end of the street and had an interaction with the police. All of this could have only lasted 25 minutes, tops. Yet hours had elapsed!!! Soon, my boyfriend and Philly were sizing each other up and it was clear that a fight would occur. Abruptly, my boyfriend threw up his hands and ran to his Jeep and sped off down the street without saying anything to me. Philly remarked on how my boyfriend was not a good man.

 

I was absolutely disturbed at this point. All of this drama had occurred. I lost 3 hours, I ascended into the sky, the police thing happened, the almost fight, my boyfriend speeding off. I ran into my house and screamed at the two guys and Philly to gtfo. It was all too weird. I shoved them all out of my house.

 

The next morning, I woke my male roommate up and told him the account of the previous night. He told me that he had fallen asleep to the sound of Philly’s booming voice and though he never left his room that night, he could sense some of the unusualness of what I described. He described it as being hypnotically lulled to sleep by the sound of his voice.

 

Then the doorbell rang. My roommate got up to answer the door. It was Philly. I could hear his voice on the porch talking to my roommate. My roommate was not talking back. Philly was doing what I can only describe as explaining my rooommate to himself. He was telling him that his father loved him, but that it was difficult for him to express it. He was telling him things nobody else could know. My roommate was transfixed in the doorway. He did not invite Philly in nor had they even exchanged proper greetings. I walked over to the doorway to see Philly step aside and say “I brought my wife and children here, can we come in”. OUT OF NOWHERE, there was a woman and two children behind him. Mind you, Philly did not live in my town. I assumed he was visiting the town 30 miles away where he met the two guys and gave them a ride. And he drove to my house again the next day with a family?? And they were on vacation from Philadelphia? It was so unusual and unexpected! My roommate said yes and they walked inside. Once inside, the woman seemed to not be mentally present. She did not respond to my greetings and just stared around me. The children, a boy and girl of like 4 and 5, behaved like normal children.

 

When the rest of my roommates got home, Philly and co. were still there and he immediately performed the same immediate “reading” on them as well. I say reading because it’s the only word I have for what he did. All but one of my roommates were in tears by his revelations. None of my roommates were guillable or naive, his words were genuinely affecting them. The things he said were so true and so specific and pointed that we literally were all transfixed. Eventually, the skeptical friend shooed him out and we just sat there, baffled.

 

I have entertained the following explanations: charismatic stranger hypothesis, he was messing with everyone's head, maybe this guy was cold reading everyone, maybe we were just a bunch of impressionable college kids after all, just a weird guy, maybe I dissociated after I screamed and lost track of time… yet none of it explains my experience. I’m a rational, more skeptical than most person, very safety minded. I was completely sober for months preceding this experience due to recovering from a surgery, and never experienced anything like this before or since. Yet, I conservatively lost about 2.5 hours of time, I abandoned my natural instincts and trusted this weird person and I can’t explain how or why, this person’s entire aura and countenance was extremely unusual and it appeared as though he conjured a woman and children out of nowhere the next day. Why did he come back to my house the next day? Why did I hold this rando’s hand as I walked down the street? Why did the woman seem like a robot? Why did he reveal these things to me? How did the earth shake and how did we leave to another plane where we communed like that? It’s genuinely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. I talk about it with my college friends from time to time with no real resolution and we’re all still baffled. I literally don’t even know this person’s real name.

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