Terrified Woman From Another Universe Wakes Up Here????

Found this on another site, the link is below that'll take you to the original article. I found it very interesting in that it lays out the posibility of inter-universe or inter-timeline travel is not only possible but actually happens. Or maybe these people just wandered into the Twilight Zone? Take a look for yourselves:

Lee Murray

Terrified Woman From Another Universe Wakes Up Here

Monday, January 02, 2012 6:26   By Terrence Aym (Reporter)

Link to Original Article


What would you do if you found yourself in a strange bed, your workplace had changed, and you discovered your lover no longer existed? A woman named Lerina García claims this is exactly what's happened to her. Could you be next…?



Lerina discovered she was in another universe: ours

What started as an ordinary day—waking in bed one morning—evolved into a series of fearful shocks and haunting horror for a desperate woman lost in an alien world: our world.


As Lerina García left her bed she noticed the sheets and bedclothes were strange. She didn't recognize them. Still shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, however, she simply shrugged away the eerie discovery and began her morning routine.
Everything most precious to her was gone
But García would soon learn that once she'd left that slightly alien bed she entered another reality. Her life, her past—everything most precious to her—was gone.
As she went through the routines of her first day in another universe she noticed small incongruities: things out of place, items missing or items she hadn't purchased.
As she later wrote on the Internet seeking someone to offer an explanation for her nightmarish dilemma and maybe offering help: "One day I woke up and found that everything was different—nothing spectacular or having to do with time travel and such things. I simply woke up in the same year and day on which I went to bed, but many things were different. They were small things, but sufficiently important to know that there was a point at which everything was different."
Lerina's writings on the Internet relating her story are recounted in the Spanish language site revistadigitalavalon. The English translation is here.
Not everything was small. Although her car seemed the same and she still worked at the same company she had for 20 years, in the same building, she was shocked to learn her department no longer listed her. Her office was now in another department in a completely different part of the building.
As the level of strangeness escalated, she dealt with her hesitancy and surprise by telling co-workers she wasn't feeling well. She shares her first day on an alien Earth:
“Four months ago I awoke on a normal morning. I was in my rented home where I’d been living for seven years. Everything was the same, except that my bed linen was different, and I paid no attention at the time.
"So I went to work in my car, which was parked where I’d always parked, and it was the same office I’d worked in for the last 20 years. But when I got to my department, it wasn’t my department. It has names on the door and mine wasn’t on it. I thought I was on the wrong floor, but no, it was my own floor. I went over to the office’s wireless section and looked myself up. I still worked there, but in another department, reporting to a superior I didn’t even know.
"So I went to the department indicated in the directory, said I was feeling ill, and left. All the contents of my handbag were the same: my credit cards, my ID, everything, but I didn’t recall having changed departments at any time.
"I went to the doctor and underwent drug and alcohol testing…all clean.
"I returned to work the next day and was able to make my way by asking questions and saying that I wasn’t feeling well."


Lover disappears, old beau remains

“I’ve been separated from my partner of seven years for some six months. We broke up and I started a relationship with a fellow from my neighborhood. I know him perfectly well, having been with him for four months. I know his name, surname, address, where he works, his son from another relationship, and where he studies.
"Well, that fellow no longer exists. He appeared to have existed before my 'jump' but there is no trace of him now.
"I’ve hired a detective to find him and he does not exist.
"I’ve visited a psychiatrist and its all been put down to stress. He thinks they’re hallucinations, but I know this isn’t the case. My former boyfriend is with me as though nothing had happened—apparently we never broke it off [in this world]—and Agustín (my current boyfriend) appears to have never existed. He doesn’t live in the apartment he used to live at and I cannot find his son.
"I swear to you that it's true and that I’m very sane. My own family doesn’t remember things like surgery performed on my sister’s shoulder a few months ago: she says she's never been operated on. Small things to that effect."
Yes, just small things. Things like a different job, a loved one that's vanished forever, and another life in another universe that can never be returned to again.


A plaintive plea

As can be imagined, Lerina's traumatic life on this new Earth with a boyfriend she'd broken up with in the other world is causing her bouts of stress and depression. She ends her story with a plea for help:
"Please, if someone has had a similar experience, please contact me to see what may have happened.
"I cannot find any pathology that matches my experience. For five months I’ve been reading all of the theories I’ve come across and am convinced that it has been a jump between planes or something, a decision or action taken that has caused things to change.
"What upsets me is that that I’m in the same year, not in a different time, and I’m exactly the same. Let me explain: it’s as though I had lost my memory five months ago and woke up having dreamed those five months, with the exception that everyone remembers me during that time, and I’ve done things that I’m not aware of having done.
"Has anyone had a similar experience? Pranksters and people with a grasp on 'the truth' can refrain from commenting. This is very serious to me. Thank you — Luz.”
Could Lerina—a highly educated woman—be simply hallucinating everything? Perhaps she is suffering from a form of rare spatial time-related mental illness?


Perhaps not, for she's not alone in her experience.


An impossible visitor arrives in Toyko


A curious incident took place in Tokyo, Japan during the early 1990s: a man arrived on a flight with a passport from a non-existent country.
The man expressed anger and shock when Japanese customs officials detained him. Although the officials checked their records carefully, the passport had been issued by a country that did not exist. No record showed the country had ever existed.
Although passports exist issued by non-existent countries (known as camouflage passports), this passport was real and had custom officials' stamps on various pages including stamps by Japanese customs officials from previous visits.
The man was well-traveled, caucasian, said the country was in Europe and had existed for almost 1,000 years. He carried legal currency from several European countries, an international drivers license and spoke several languages.
Finally, indignant, he demanded a meeting with higher government authorities. He was convinced some massive practical joke was being played on him.
After being detained for almost 14 hours in a small security room at the airport terminal, some government officials took pity on him and transported him to a hotel. They ordered the mystery visitor to wait there until they decided what to do about the matter. From the reports, the Japanese were just as confused and flustered as the mysterious man without a country.
Although two immigration officials were posted with instructions not to permit the man to leave his room, the next morning the guards discovered he was gone. The only exit was the door they watched and the only window had no outside ledge and was 15 stories above a busy downtown street.
The authorities launched an intensive manhunt throughout Tokyo for the mysterious traveler, but finally gave up the hunt.
The man was never seen again.


The professor's drive into oblivion


Inexplicata relates a story that is like Lerina's, except from the opposite point of view.
The original account was written by journalist Segundo Peña and published in one of Venezuela’s biggest newspapers, El Tiempo.
Peña relates a strange tale that smacks heavily of a multiverse shift. The incident occurred on the campus of ULA (the University of the Andes) and involved a well-known faculty member.
This is what happened in full daylight, according to dozens of witnesses: the professor left one of the university's buildings, crossed a parking lot to his parked car, and entered it. Many saw him as he walked to his car, some even called out to him and waved.
The professor opened his car door, climbed in, sat down, and closed the door. The car sat there unmoving. Eventually, a few curious students went to the car and found it empty.
The professor had vanished, presumably for good, as the incident occurred more than 40 years ago.
Can such things be explained?
There is no orthodox scientific explanation for any of the incidents described, unless one looks at the leading edge of scientific speculation.
Exploring that dimly lit boundary between knowledge and myth—between the known and the unknown—the answer may be found.
People who appear and disappear may not be snatched up by rogue ripples of time, but by anomalies in the fabric of the shifting, living multiverse.
Some quantum physicists theorize that existence is populated by infinite universes infinitely created. Each universe is like an infinite bubble birthing new universes—new limitless bubbles. Time does not exist. Instead everything is an eternity of now.
In the world of the quanta—which encompases all that is—the multiverses are vibrating at different rates and some parallel worlds literally overlap ours.
Physicists also have had glimpses into these other realties during experiments where sub-atomic particles have winked out of existence and then reappeared. Whether they're jumping dimensions, or actually traveling between multiverses, no one knows.
Finally, quantum theory and string theory recognize a symbiotic relationship between cognitive awareness and the universe. In essence, a universe cannot really exist unless a mind perceives it. The mind influences the quanta and the quanta influences (perhaps even programs) the mind. It's a two way street.
So now what would happen if that quantum link between the quantum universe and the quantum mind were broken—even briefly?
Would the person become like a ship that lost its anchor—in this case an anchor to the universe? Could a person slip from this reality into one right "next door" to our universe? If so, would there be an exchange trading one version of a person for another, sort of a universal-multiverse swap? Or, as in the case of the hapless lost professor, would a person simply vanish with no counterweight replacing him or her from an adjoining reality?
Time would be unaffected, and the two parallel universes would be so symmetrical that only minor things may be different.
Yes, minor things like a lover that no longer exists or a sister who never had surgery…

Welcome to California?????

That's what I'm hearing. But sincere it's not. It's an appropriately sarcastic comment on what's just happened which isn't fun or pretty. I don't know if it's a reflection on the current state that Calif. is in, or the economy, as some have suggested, or if it's just a fluke and bad luck, as others have said. Let me give you a brief rundown.  I'll copy the last couple entries from my Rascal blog to bring you up to speed.

This entry covers from my arrival through the first week:

What a trip!! I never want to do that trip again. Although you never know, after I've rested, and gotten back to, or close to, normal, you never know. I've got a friend that does it on the spur of the moment. Both my parents and my brother did it several times. Maybe it'd be different not driving a truck, hauling a trailer, in mid winter.

I thought it'd get warmer and the weather would be nice as I went south. But those who watch the weather channel, or those who live between New York State and say Dallas, know what a bear the weather was between Jan 7 and 14. I swear the winter was following me, showing me what to expect if I ever came back. It was cold, it was snowing, the roads were icy. Of course living in NYS for so long had equiped me for dealing with it, and truthfully by NYS standards it was almost laughable, an inch or two of snow, and some slick roads. BUT it wasn't funny to the people that lived there, they didn't have a clue how to drive in it, they weren't equipped to deal with it. I heard on the news that one county down there had one, yes one, snowplow, for the whole county. Not to mention I was driving a truck, hauling a trailer. So I took my time, drove slower than neccesary sometimes, and stopped overnight until I was almost out of Texas. Of course it wasn't all due to the weather, I lost my taillights the first day out, which made it neccesary to stop at night too.
I left NY on 1/7 and finally got to Ranger Texas on the 12th, I left Ranger about 7am on the 13th, and had a bright idea. The trailer was due back at Uhaul on the 14th, I had about 1300 miles to go, and it was Thursday. I stopped at a Walmart, and a Tractor Supply, and bought two 6 volt flashlights, some red paint and the stuff to attach them to the rear of the trailer, voila' taillights.... I should say, the weather had turned around and was fantastic too, sunny, blue sky and dry roads. I was driving 65-70mph most of the way. Thursday night, I also lost all turn signals and emergency flashers. So now I drove the rest of the way, no taillights, no turn signals, no emergency flashers, just two flashlights with lenses painted red for taillights. To make a long story short I drove 31 hours, arriving safely in Fullerton CA about 1:30pm Friday the 14th.
After doing a couple errands, I drove to the storage center I'd reserved long distance, and unloaded the trailer, it had so much crammed in that it nearly filled a 10x15 space. Then I got the trailer to Uhaul, and turned it in, on time...
Then I took the truck and drove around looking for a motel, I was exausted and in desperate need of a shower. It was dark, I had no taillights or turn signals, and although there'd been a motel or several at almost every exit from NY to Calif, suddenly I found none. Finally going south on Beach Blvd in Buena Park I spotted something called the Covered Wagon on a side street, so I went around the block. I passed a house with 3 or 4 police cars and was very aware of my lack of lights, but figured they were busy enough they wouldn't notice me. Finally I turned right and was driving down a street, seeing the Covered Wagon sign ahead, when who pulls up next to me? A Buena Park cop, I saw him look at the back of the truck in the mirror, then he pulled up and looked at me, I slowed down and turned in to what I thought was the Covered Wagon place, and the cop pulled off. I was actually in a Super 8 motel, but didn't realize it until the next day. I registered, took a shower, badly needed, and got much needed sleep.
The next day I rented a Camry from a car rental place across from Disneyland on Harbor Blvd. When the guy came to pick me up to go back and do the paperwork, he asked why I was here. I explained that I sold Rascal scooters to VA hospitals, and had come out to take over a territory. He mentioned that he had seen several scooters that a company down the street rented to tourists tip over in the crosswalk. I immediately started telling him about our new three wheeler and that so far it was impossible to tip. To make a long story short, he was the owner of the rental co. and told me he'd be interested in buying some scooters, to rent out. In addition he referred me to the owner of the other company, a medical supply company, currently buying and renting Prides.
I spent the rest of the week, looking for and buying a vehicle and an office. I looked at several vans and dozens of warehouse office combos, buying or renting none, either not right or too expensive. But finally on Friday, I bought an Escort to get me around until I need a van, the price and 25 mpg made it very attractive, and it was in excellent condition too. The same day I rented an office in Fullerton, no warehouse, just an office. But again it was priced right and will work until sales volume says I need a bigger space.
So here I am now, on my 8th day in Calif. getting ready to empty the truck, and set up the office. Then I start making sales and moving Rascals, also I found out on Friday that Disneyland has and rents scooters, and I'm sure safety is important to them too.

This is from yesterday, Sunday when the disaster struck:

Went Sunday am to start moving into new office, and my truck was gone. The cops think towed for some reason, even though I had every right to park it there as a new tenant. I'm afraid it was stolen, containing virtually everything I own that wasn't in the trailer and now in storage. Have to track down the license number for the police.


This one is from Monday:
Well, my first week in California was a doozy, first time I've ever been robbed and not only lost the truck, but everything in it. A large part of everything I own, make that owned, tools, clothes, guitars, books, on and on. It's a tramatic experience. Today I talked to the police, little hope or encouragement there. Then I spoke to my new landlord, she was very nice, I explained that I don't feel safe there, not even moved in yet and the truck and everything in it stolen. She ok'd cancelling the lease and refunding my money. So I start over. I still have some good leads for scooters, and asked Rascal to send the demo so I can get started.

It seems that it should be a goldmine out here. Great weather most of the year, lots of people, lots of people that need scooters or mobility equipment. I think the best way to look at my experience is as a test to see if I'm up to the challenge. All my friends say probably the cops will find the truck. I say yeah, empty and trashed. So I focus on moving forward, everything is gone, lost, whatever, and I'm moving forward, not back. I'll sell so many scooters, etc., that I'll need two trucks next time.

It sure makes you wonder. Makes you wonder about Karma, makes you wonder about destiny. For instance, was it my destiny to stay in New York and whoever or whatever is using the loss of my possessions to let me know? Or, should I have stayed in Calif and not gone to NY in the first place? Or, is it my destiny to own less? Perhaps by aquiring all these things I strayed? It was obviously my destiny to be robbed. Did I do, or not do something and the punishment is the loss of my things? Or, the reverse, perhaps I had too many things, they were dragging me down, and the reward is the loss?  I've been told I love my things too much. I don't think it's true, but I am aware of what went into the aquisition, and what it would take to replace them. Maybe I do like things, especially books, I don't know.  I do think most of us have too many things, myself included.
The theory pertaining to rebirth is that prior to each incarnation we assemble a cast of the players large and small that will join us in that life, and we plan in detail, or to continue the previous metaphor we script the coming life. Some teach that each life is completely pre-destined with no deviation allowed. Others say that free will is key, the script is a guide, but that it's not inviolable, we can and do make changes on the fly as we live the life, adlibing as we go. Which is true? I don't know, nobody does really. I personally go with the adlib. That there is a general plan, but as I move along I can change direction, maybe good, maybe not.
It kind of plays into the theory of alternate history or timelines.  This is fictional, or possibly real, depending on your point of view. Alternate history or timelines as I understand it work like this, time moves in a line, the world  goes along, then something happens, say the Civil War. In the main timeline it's avoided, in another, ours, the north wins, in another the south wins. You can imagine how each alternate would change things. Another example WWII, in an alternate Germany and Japan win, can you imagine the result?  The way I understand the concept, everytime there is more than one possible result to a war, or any other major occurance, a strike, an assassinantion, an invention, anything that would create change, a new timeline, or history is created, a deviation from the existing timeline, for each possiblity. It also applies, as I understand it to individuals too. To use myself as an example in one my family never moved out of Oxford, in another we moved to Tyner but the house never burned, in another, the house burned but it was rebuilt and we didn't move to South New Berlin, in another we moved but we stayed there and didn't move to Calif., in another we moved and my father loved it and we all stayed there, in another the whole family ended back in NY as happened but I never did, in another I did move as happened but stayed there instead of returning to Calif. as I just did, on and on. Take the theft of my truck, if I'd stayed in NY, if I hadn't parked it overnight, if I'd backed it into the parking space, who knows, the reality is something completely insignificant and possibly unknown to anybody could shift history.  It makes the idea of being in the right place at the wrong time take on a new meaning.  To answer the question about karma and destiny, who knows?