This is my second thread intended to share my experiences with matter manipulation. The first thread is titled, “The first time I think I might have manipulated matter“.
Through this thread I hope to share three separate but similar events which occurred over the course of nearly two years. I will share just one event at a time each in separate posts to this thread (not all at once; not all this weekend). I plan to post them in the same order that they occurred so the text immediately below will be the earliest of the three events.
Please note that what I post here represents my own, real life experiences - these are not fictitious stories nor dreams. These are not stories from a friend of a friend. These are mine alone.
This first experience happened in 1998 [edited for correcting date] when I was taking some courses at a community college. I was late in delivering a term paper to one of my professors; he offered to withhold submitting my final grade until I delivered that paper to him but not to exceed a new due date of course.
I worked aggressively to write the paper but still ran right up to the agreed upon due date. Silly as it might sound, I didn’t immediately realize the due date my professor quoted happened to be a Sunday. As I was trying to finish up the last few pages late in the day on the Friday before the due date, I recognized a growing anxiety. I was suddenly anxious about the fact that I might not finish the paper that same Friday evening - in time to get it to the college - and I feared that delivering on Monday would mean I missed our agreed upon due date. Since I couldn’t turn in an incomplete paper which was already late, I continued working through Friday night and finished on Saturday. I was responsibly prepared for whatever the consequences would be when I attempt to hand over the paper on the following Monday.
On Sunday morning the same anxiety still existed. By noon I had the thought to deliver the paper that same day regardless. I mean, my professor chose the date, so how was I to know that he might not be on the campus on a Sunday. And, if I had some way to deliver the paper that day then I had met the committed due date and at least some part of my anxiety should go away.
So that same afternoon, I drove onto the campus and parked in the completely deserted student lot. I walked to the building housing the professors’ offices. Not surprisingly, I didn’t see a single person between those two points in time. I reached the building and the door was closed and locked. Anxiety began again.
With the paper in my left hand, my right hand tugged again at the metal door knob on the big metal door. No change. More anxiety. I got majorly pissed at myself for not better managing my time and delivering the paper two days earlier. Even more anxiety. Then I closed my eyes, screamed in defeat (not aloud but screamed in my head), and turned the knob again.
Inside my head there was a very loud sound almost exactly like a crack of thunder. So I opened my eyes...I was still holding onto the doorknob but now I was also holding the door open about six inches...and the building alarm was going off too.
I ran inside and down the hall to where my professor’s office was. His office door was of course locked too. So I placed my paper on the floor and gave it a minor shove with just enough energy to hopefully cause it to slip under the door into the office but not so far that it will be hidden by something else in the office - like a chair - and might not be immediately noticed when the door is first opened.
I was inside the office building for only about one minute. I turned and ran back to the same door to exit. I found that it had closed - don’t recall if it did that automatically or if I pulled it closed behind me. I also don’t recall if the door was locked at that moment. But I certainly passed through it without any struggle.
As I rounded the outside corner of the building to head to the student parking lot, I literally came face to face with a campus police office running towards the building. The officer was running and couldn’t stop so we nearly collided but he turned his shoulders slightly and surprisingly slipped right past me. I turned back to look and, still moving forward, he looked back to ask me if I’d, “...seen anyone enter or leave that building?” Not wanting to lie to him, I was sure to answer the exact question he asked with “No sir.” And we both continued off in opposite directions. I restrained myself from breaking into a full run because that would have only looked more suspicious. Reaching the parking lot, I got in my car and drove off at a reasonable pace. The entire time looking behind me to see if any police were chasing after me.
For the next few weeks I feared that the campus police might come looking for me, based upon security videos and the license plates on my car, only to be fingerprinted and booked for breaking into the professors’ office building. Anxiety again. If that were to happen, how would I explain how I got inside without lying about same. Ultimately, no one ever came for me.
I passed that class too...with an “A”. [There is another emotional curiosity about that class and that “A” grade. But I choose not to share that point at this time, at least not until I’ve finished posting the other later related occurrences as planned.]
Through this thread I hope to share three separate but similar events which occurred over the course of nearly two years. I will share just one event at a time each in separate posts to this thread (not all at once; not all this weekend). I plan to post them in the same order that they occurred so the text immediately below will be the earliest of the three events.
Please note that what I post here represents my own, real life experiences - these are not fictitious stories nor dreams. These are not stories from a friend of a friend. These are mine alone.
This first experience happened in 1998 [edited for correcting date] when I was taking some courses at a community college. I was late in delivering a term paper to one of my professors; he offered to withhold submitting my final grade until I delivered that paper to him but not to exceed a new due date of course.
I worked aggressively to write the paper but still ran right up to the agreed upon due date. Silly as it might sound, I didn’t immediately realize the due date my professor quoted happened to be a Sunday. As I was trying to finish up the last few pages late in the day on the Friday before the due date, I recognized a growing anxiety. I was suddenly anxious about the fact that I might not finish the paper that same Friday evening - in time to get it to the college - and I feared that delivering on Monday would mean I missed our agreed upon due date. Since I couldn’t turn in an incomplete paper which was already late, I continued working through Friday night and finished on Saturday. I was responsibly prepared for whatever the consequences would be when I attempt to hand over the paper on the following Monday.
On Sunday morning the same anxiety still existed. By noon I had the thought to deliver the paper that same day regardless. I mean, my professor chose the date, so how was I to know that he might not be on the campus on a Sunday. And, if I had some way to deliver the paper that day then I had met the committed due date and at least some part of my anxiety should go away.
So that same afternoon, I drove onto the campus and parked in the completely deserted student lot. I walked to the building housing the professors’ offices. Not surprisingly, I didn’t see a single person between those two points in time. I reached the building and the door was closed and locked. Anxiety began again.
With the paper in my left hand, my right hand tugged again at the metal door knob on the big metal door. No change. More anxiety. I got majorly pissed at myself for not better managing my time and delivering the paper two days earlier. Even more anxiety. Then I closed my eyes, screamed in defeat (not aloud but screamed in my head), and turned the knob again.
Inside my head there was a very loud sound almost exactly like a crack of thunder. So I opened my eyes...I was still holding onto the doorknob but now I was also holding the door open about six inches...and the building alarm was going off too.
I ran inside and down the hall to where my professor’s office was. His office door was of course locked too. So I placed my paper on the floor and gave it a minor shove with just enough energy to hopefully cause it to slip under the door into the office but not so far that it will be hidden by something else in the office - like a chair - and might not be immediately noticed when the door is first opened.
I was inside the office building for only about one minute. I turned and ran back to the same door to exit. I found that it had closed - don’t recall if it did that automatically or if I pulled it closed behind me. I also don’t recall if the door was locked at that moment. But I certainly passed through it without any struggle.
As I rounded the outside corner of the building to head to the student parking lot, I literally came face to face with a campus police office running towards the building. The officer was running and couldn’t stop so we nearly collided but he turned his shoulders slightly and surprisingly slipped right past me. I turned back to look and, still moving forward, he looked back to ask me if I’d, “...seen anyone enter or leave that building?” Not wanting to lie to him, I was sure to answer the exact question he asked with “No sir.” And we both continued off in opposite directions. I restrained myself from breaking into a full run because that would have only looked more suspicious. Reaching the parking lot, I got in my car and drove off at a reasonable pace. The entire time looking behind me to see if any police were chasing after me.
For the next few weeks I feared that the campus police might come looking for me, based upon security videos and the license plates on my car, only to be fingerprinted and booked for breaking into the professors’ office building. Anxiety again. If that were to happen, how would I explain how I got inside without lying about same. Ultimately, no one ever came for me.
I passed that class too...with an “A”. [There is another emotional curiosity about that class and that “A” grade. But I choose not to share that point at this time, at least not until I’ve finished posting the other later related occurrences as planned.]
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