An Incident of Time Travel

by Faro King

I time traveled last night while sitting right here in front of my computer. The incident has disoriented me and has left me still feeling the weird disembodied, “half in and half out” of reality, an after-effect of astral travel.

This incident occurred while I was researching a story that I am writing about a friend from childhood. At some point I realized that I didn’t have a picture of our house or the neighborhood where we had lived. I decided to try and take a look at the old stomping grounds by using “Google Earth.” It didn’t take long to find our old homeplace via Google.

It is said that “you can’t go home again”,… but last night I did just that. I went “home,” back to a house where my family had lived, and I discovered that my parents were still there.

By using “Google Earth” I found the exact neighborhood and house that I am currently researching for a story I am writing. Thanks to the Google mapping vehicle, on Google Earth, (at certain places — not all locations are accessible by the Google Earth car) you can zoom in to an extreme close-up and go right up to the door, window or garage of a house or business and “go inside” — up to a point. As I have read, at some places some individuals who have been captured by the Google car, engaged in all activities imagined.

When I zoomed in on the driveway at my former home, I suddenly found myself standing there looking at the place where my mother and my father had parked their vehicles for so many years. Items that my dad had built for us were still standing as we had left them when we moved away, and they were in excellent condition. By zooming around via Google, I could even see the little passageway in the brick planter where my mother and I used to sit and talk after supper every night when the weather was agreeable. I imagined that I could even smell the coffee she would take outside with her at night after dinner.

In the back yard, the clothesline poles which my father installed nearly 35 years ago were still standing and when I saw them, I actually called out to my dad to come and look at it. I could feel him near me. My father passed away in 1995 but it felt so real to me that he would be there. It seemed very sweet that the house and yard had been maintained so well for all those years since we had lived there. The house has an aura of love.

I somehow got inside the house from the carport, and everything seemed as it did when we all lived there. I turned around to talk to my dad about the flagstone patio and cabana, and suddenly became very dizzy and disoriented. Then everything seemed to start to move away from me, and for a moment I was both places at once. I was HERE and THERE also.

Then I noticed my computer sitting in front of me and did not know what it was, or how to use it. It was a mystery to me what it was for a few minutes. I wondered “what is the TV doing here?” Then, the other place faded out and I was here, back home. The energies of the two places are NOT the same. When I was over there visiting, the light seemed just as it did when I died in surgery a few years ago and went flying to a golden meadow where I was turned back.

While at the Google location, I did not SEE my folks, but I could hear them in the next room, talking and laughing. I could smell coffee and cake and hear the television playing. I could see some energy ripples in the atmosphere as my mother moved around in the next room… this is one of the most powerful out-of-body experience I have had in a while.

The year that I visited my old home via Google would have been 1980 or 1981, so I would have been eleven or twelve years of age. I did note that after this took place, these back spasms diminished in frequency and strength. I was able to have a day that was nearly pain free.

There may be a drawback to going back in our own time… and that might be changing our futures in ways that we would not like, such as missing having our families. I know for me that would be a tragedy, as I love my family with all my heart. But on the other side of that proverbial coin, you would not miss what you never had, and no one would be the wiser.