The time slip on the Sunday morning Sidewalk

There are a few unbelievable things in life. First off, the very fact that life exists is unbelievable and remarkable. Why does it exist? How does it exist? And why does it end? All of these questions have defied logic for as long as humans were alive to think about them. There is more a chance of life not existing than existing. Or so we think. That theory could also be wrong.. instead it could be a universe littered with life.

The second thing that is unbelievable, and one I have written about a number of times, is the amazing way that time passes, the fast paced way that clocks churn and calender pages turn..

This year is no different. 2014 will mark what I feel to be one of the fastest years in memory. But that may also be he product of something else occurring in my own life: Aging. I am 34 now, an age and time I never thought I’d see. Not because I didn’t think I’d be alive, but instead because there is this certain sense in your 20s that your 20s are lasting for a long enough time that they will never end.

End they do. The 30s will end, too.. and the 40s..

My own father just turned 70 years of age today. That is monumental for a number of reasons.. First, anyone turning 70 means you’ve hit the milestone. You’re close to the government statistic but you’ve also be a lot of odds getting to that age. For my father, he beat a many more odds, which is the second reason his birthday is quite important. Last year at this time he was nearly dead and getting worse, being taken to the hospital for almost 8 straight days of intensive care.  This year he is happily watching black and white movies on his chair in the comfort of his home, something that you’d never think would have happened again if you saw him on his birthday last year when Sunday morning was coming down..

I have no good segway for what I am about to say, nothing which couples it perfectly with any statement previously made on the passage of time or the fruitlessness of the 20s.. So here it goes. Beginning December 2013, I believe that me and my entire family experienced a large scale time slip in which we were seeing things that did not exist in this time, but at times were propelled back into it.  I don’t doubt that it will sound insane in some way to hear that.. you may discount it altogether. That’s fine. But as I have said many times over, the paranormal is never real until you experience something paranormal..

My sister and I were discussing events of 2013 just last night. Either we have been wrong for an entire year, or another slip occurred. We all recalled December 8 as the time my dad’s issue began. So did my own father–he recalled it being the 8th as well. We were either wrong for an entire year or this is just another symptom of the global time slip that I think we have all been in since Nelson Mandela, the real time traveler among us, died in December 2013.

Time never makes mistakes, perhaps. However, do times slip? Do timelines intertwine? Can we enter one and leave another without realizing it even took place?

I will not labor over further talk of time slips.. you can search my other site, the HORROR REPORT archive on that topic should you wish to go back to any previous articles written about (in particular here is my 2013 article referencing my father’s fate and time slips)

But that’s life on the Sunday morning sidewalk.. time is relative to the time slip you’re in. Which one are you in today?

Me First and the Gimmies are heralding in this week’s Sunday morning sidewalk tune.. it’s quick and in your face compared to the other more mellow versions. I choose this because time itself is quick and in your face.. Especially when it slips.

Welcome to your Sunday, all..





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