Without external evidence butting up against my perceptions of reality, there’s nothing to clue me in to the fact that I’ve lost time at all. Had my partner not mentioned the date of our guest’s departure, I would never have realized I’d missed those five or six days. Dissociative amnesia is far more insidious than most people realize. And in my experience, the only surefire way to know you’re losing time is if you happen across clear evidence that directly contradicts your memory. Otherwise, it's remarkably easy to miss what you're missing. The really strange thing is that we had not used any fuel and did not have to put any in to start the rally. My friend seemed to be disorientated and we ended up hitting a herd of cows ending our chances. I never saw or spoke to him ever again as I was really cross about the crash so don’t know what happened to him. We all normally live in a conscious or unconscious state of mind depends how you look at it. For some the mind chattering state of mind in which we live is the unconscious state while for others it is the conscious.

The Stranger in the Mirror, by Marlene Steinberg and Maxine Schnall How Do You Know When You're Losing Time? Well, they found there is a day missing in space in elapsed time. They scratched their heads and tore their hair. There was no answer.As I continued south, from N. Pleasant toward S. Pleasant and toward the intersection of Pleasant and Ridgewood Avenues, I saw the traffic light, the same familiar stores at the corner, and the small parking lot in front of the stores. However, these landmarks appeared to be getting further away as I walked closer to them, and still this odd silence persisted. As I continued to walk toward the intersection, these landmarks continued to appear to recede further into the distance as I approached them. I began feeling very disoriented and anxious – and then, nothing; a complete loss of memory. I simply do not remember anything past the point of approaching this intersection and seeing it recede further into the distance as I walked ever nearer to it. “Get John. He needs you.” The street that I was walking down was called North Pleasant Avenue, and the intersection that I was approaching was at the corner of North Pleasant and Ridgewood Avenue. After crossing Ridgewood Ave, North Pleasant turned to South Pleasant Avenue and I would pass the elementary school that I’d attended the years prior to entering the junior high in September of ’77. At crossing that intersection and approaching the elementary school, I was approximately 0.8 mile from my home. I mention these facts only to continue to emphasize that this was a route and neighborhood in which I was used to traveling. At this time, I was suffering from what I could only call am “early life crisis” being that I am 26, and was 25 then. I recently acquired another full time job, but didn’t want to quit the one I was working either. So, I decided to work them both, and only for a little while (Ended up being 9 months full time, and another 6 part time). Did you know that the space program is busy proving that what has been called "myth" in the Bible is true? Mr. Harold Hill, President of the Curtis Engine Company in Baltimore Maryland and a consultant in the space program, Years later, when my oldest son was about the same age, he returned home one evening sooner that I’d expected him to be home. He was terrified in a way I’d never seen. He said he and his best friend had been followed. At first, they’d believed it was a helicopter following them. He said there was a bright light shining on them, then after they realized it wasn’t a helicopter, they raced the car trying to lose their follower. He told me they managed to get home before it caught them. Whether or not it was related to the time for which I can’t account at that age, I have no idea.

I’m not so sure if I believe in the “alien abduction” explanation much these days myself. At least not what has been typically promoted among the UFO enthusiasts and their groups. And I know what you mean about being reluctant to share this. I’ve been wondering recently if I should have used my name on this blog or if it would have been wiser to use an alias. I generally don’t tell people that I know about this side of my life because it sounds…crazy — although if someone comes across my writings and have questions, I’d be more than willing to discuss the subject.

NASA scientists did not find a 'missing day' in time and thereby prove Biblical accounts to be true.

One minute I was sitting in front of the TV watching the snow while everyone was asleep. The next moment, I was still sat in front of the TV with eyes wide open, only it was morning and everyone was waking up. That recognition, and that satisfaction, is what this legend provides. Intoxicatingly heady stuff, that. No wonder this tale has survived from generation to generation and withstood the ravages of countless debunkings. Nonetheless, its factual details are wrong, the scientific processes it describes are dubious, and its premise of a "missing day" depends upon some very selective and questionable intepretations of scripture.