Coffeyville, Kansas, during the flood of 2007;
photo by zyxwvuu, CC 2.0

I've waited a few days to try this again, because things often work better for me if I follow that lunar cycle I mentioned. Yesterday was the next opening so I gave it another go and I did get interesting results.

The HDR setup procedure was the same I've been using, and I'm getting comfortable with it, turning things in a simple sequence with a clearing period at first, a configuration period second, and then the charging session. It makes sense in my mind if I do it like that, though honestly I'm still not sure if I'm doing it exactly right and I've read the manual dozens of times since I bought this thing.

This time I particularly enjoyed programming the number sequence I'm using, because I've developed an input method I like that reminds me very much of working the combination on a safe. I do appreciate the quality of the controls Mr. Gibbs used. The action is smooth and feels competent somehow, none of that cheapness you get with many electronic devices today. This helps me ignore my conviction that the control section of the machine doesn't actually do anything and is nothing more than a mental convenience.

Follow up:

But oh, the electromagnet! That's a fine piece of work, something you really can feel. Last night during the charging session it was really humming and felt very good, like a subtle internal massage, and again that's a feeling I've had prior to spontaneous events. Things like that hit me sometimes in meditation, sometimes wake me up in the middle of the night, and then strange things happen. So once again, I'm not saying the machine does nothing. I'm intrigued by it. I used a magnet to test the boundaries of the field last night and it's quite large, definitely with enough depth to penetrate my body and go a ways beyond it. Plus there's a secondary field to the other end which I should have known about but hadn't considered. With a handheld magnet you can accurately plot the size and shape.

I went to bed and slept for about six hours, woke up and did one of my meditative practices, and then tried to do a remote viewing or astral projection, which the HDR is said to enhance. At first I didn't have much luck, with too many concerns about work wandering through my head to completely relax, but eventually I did get into exploration mode.

If you haven't done this, it's easy to disbelieve or misinterpret. There's a relaxed and pleasant feeling when you've entered that mental space you need, and you begin to see landscapes as though you're walking through them or floating above them, but to travel it's more a pressing forward than a physical motion.

I slipped more deeply into the experience until most of my awareness was of that place and the bedroom slipped away. The result is dream-like, but with real differences in perception and control. Usually it's like being somewhere but without any physical body, observing without affecting things around you. This time I was in a strange house, in a room with patio doors on one side. Looking out I could see a daytime landscape, rainy weather and low clouds and a green grassy slope slanting off to my right. Everything looked soaking wet like things look if it's been raining steady for a couple of weeks.

In the yard about twenty or thirty feet away I saw a large capped PVC pipe, probably a sewer or storm drain, and greenish brown water was gushing up around the base of it and flowing away downslope. That's not the kind of water you want in the house, and it was erupting at a fast enough rate to throw droplets on the windows. I went out through another door and wandered around outside for awhile.

The countryside was pretty flat with patches of trees and fenced fields as well as scattered houses, but I didn't see any vehicles or people around. There were tracks in the dirt road where cars had recently passed, but it looked like much of the area had been evacuated. I pushed forward until I saw why -- ahead of me the road and much of the landscape vanished under a creeping sheet of murky flood water. I didn't go beyond that, turned around and went back to the house, where the broken sewer was making a huge mess of things. Tracks near the broken pipe indicated that somebody had driven past, maybe to load up furniture over the patio, and knocked the pipe loose on the way out.

Going back inside I went through the house into the front room, and saw that the place really had been emptied out of everything you could move in a hurry. I wanted to look out through the front window but the glass was oddly foggy and frosted -- frozen over on the outside. That caught my attention because it was completely out of place with the weather as I knew it, and I peered through a clear section into a totally different time period.

Through that window, I was looking back in time, or seemed to be, because it was night outside and there was a pretty good blizzard blowing through, snow already about six inches deep on the ground and wind howling past. Across a narrow road I saw buildings that would have looked ordinary in the early 1900's, and two or three black cars that looked a little like Model A's went chugging past, as well as a horse team pulling a wagon with wooden wheels. There was a business across the road that looked like a farm supply or general store, with a painted wooden sign across the edge of the roof that said "Coffeyville." There were two or three streetlights in the area of the store, but they weren't today's versions, not very tall and giving off a yellow light. I'm not sure they were even electric, maybe they were gas.

I think the sign said something else, something to do with the business name, but I can't recall what it was. I usually don't read well in these experiences, words and letters are hard to interpret. I did go out and wander around in the blizzard for awhile, but it was pretty bleak weather and very few people were about. I didn't stay long after that, but what I did see was very consistent with the early 1900's.

I was surprised when I looked for pictures of Coffeyville for this post and found photos of the flood of 2007. Both locations I visited seem now to have involved a time displacement, at least in perception.

So yeah, that's pretty cool, Mr. Gibbs. I think I'll keep tinkering with this rig.