86: Missing Time in Bumper-to-Bumper Traffic

(From Pages 161 – 165 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

What I’m about to relate is utterly fantastic, but this incident, shared with one other person in 1997, illustrates how the ETs can manipulate time and space in ways that seem to us like magic.

It was the evening of September 7th and the three-day UFO convention that visited San Francisco every year was coming to an end. I had volunteered for several years running to staff the information booth at these events in exchange for a free ticket. I particularly enjoyed meeting and interacting with the people who would come up and ask for directions to the bathrooms, food court, or sales room. It was getting late, and people were beginning to leave in earnest when I saw that an attractive woman I had talked with earlier was visibly upset.

The light rail transportation system (BART) that services our megalopolis had gone on strike only hours before. Lisa (not her real name) was a vender from out of town, selling a book she had written and published, an encyclopedia of sorts of various alternative medicines and therapies. She was staying at the home of a friend of hers across the Bay and now she was marooned on the wrong side. Although I lived in the city, I told her that I would make the round trip across the bridge and take her to where she needed to go for a twenty-dollar bill. She agreed and left to telephone her friend for directions, while I closed down the information booth.

When she returned, she read from the notes she had taken. Our instructions were to proceed up Highway 580 and then take the exit for the Caldecott Tunnel, Highway 24. Our exit was the first one, just on the other side of the tunnel in the town of Orinda. I told her that I knew how to get us that far, but that she would have to direct me after that point. We put her things in the back seat of my car and set out for the Bay Bridge.

By the time we made the crossing, it was about nine o’clock. Although it was late, because of the strike the traffic was bumper to bumper as we began to approach the tunnel. Right before the tunnel comes into view there is a sign that reads, “Turn on your headlights.” I remember that I saw that sign and complied with its directive, but I never saw the tunnel.

Right after I turned on the headlights, my sight became very limited and I thought that I might be blacking out. I strained to keep my eyes open, terrified that I might crash the car in the middle of what seemed be a stroke. I could only see as far as the rear bumper of the car in front of me, and I focused all my attention on keeping it in sight and trying not to lose consciousness, but in a second or two my field of vision narrowed still further so that all I could see was the steering wheel in front of me! I felt for certain that we were going to crash at that moment, and then everything went black for a second or two.

My vision suddenly returned and instead of seeing the inside of the tunnel, I was looking at the highway ahead of me with a sign approaching, announcing that our exit was only a quarter of a mile away. I remember thinking that what I was seeing was impossible. I tried to reorient myself, take note of the exit coming up, and keep the car on the road, all the while absorbing the shock of what had just happened. It was a few seconds before I said out loud, “I don’t remember going through the tunnel.”

“Not unless it was a very short tunnel,” Lisa replied. (In fact, the Caldecott Tunnel is over a quarter of a mile long and very brightly lit.) She was a bit confused and didn’t know what to say. I didn’t either, especially since she was leaving for home the next day and that didn’t leave much time for us to talk. It was an awkward moment as we said good-bye to each other. I later wrote her a letter, having retrieved her address from a copy of her book that she had given me, but she never replied.

Considering the distances involved and the time we arrived at our destination, there could have been some missing time, but I couldn’t say for sure. I hadn’t looked at my watch for some time before the incident.

The enormity of what the ETs had done freaked me out. Although I had one other incident that seemed to suggest that the Grays could move back and forth in time, this was something far more powerful.16 Here we were in a stream of cars going the speed limit in a well-lighted approach to one of the longest tunnels in Northern California, when apparently all traffic in the area was stopped; our car was lifted up into the air, floated over the tunnel, deposited back onto the highway and time started back up again. It was as if the Grays had a remote control, like the ones for your DVD player at home, that could pause time itself. Their control unit must be powerful enough to extend the effect for some distance, though, because we were in bumper-to-bumper traffic when it happened.

I wonder if drivers at the periphery of the effect thought there was an accident up ahead, when everything stopped. What of the cars at that very edge of the effect, where drivers were “switched off,” but those behind them weren’t? What did those drivers see, perhaps an illusion of some kind? What would have happened if a helicopter had flown into the area? The mind boggles! The ETs could have taken Lisa and me separately, or together at some other less conspicuous location along the route we took from the Expo, but for some reason they wanted to give us both an elaborate demonstration of their powers.

{There is something that I need to report that I did not include in the published edition of my book. I’m extremely embarrassed to have to say that somehow I forgot to include this important little detail when I originally wrote about this incident. As I approached the tunnel the traffic was bumper-to-bumper, but when I regained consciousness on the other side, there was only one other car on the highway. I swear that to be true. – Chuck}
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16 I woke up one night and looked up at my clock radio to see that the time was one hour before I had gone to bed. There was a shadowy presence standing beside my bed and I quickly fell back asleep, even as I pondered what seemed to be an impossibility.

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