About parallel worlds - this real stories people who have been in a parallel world. History of the movement of people in time. Into a parallel reality, another dimension...

It is where, due to unknown reasons, the contact of "different speed" worlds occurs, and mysterious cases occur. Strange things with no real explanation...

Parallel Worlds are stories about teleportation, about traveling through time and space.

Do you think that parallel universes are just a fiction of science fiction writers? Not at all. Scientists around the world have long been approaching the solution of parallel worlds. They find more and more evidence that other worlds do exist.

Parallel Worlds are stories of real people about portals to other worlds. About quantum tunnel transitions and black holes.

In parallel worlds, events happen in their own way. They may differ from our world, as in individual details, and radically, in almost everything. At some point, the boundaries that separate us become almost transparent. As a result, uninvited guests appear in our world (or we become guests).

About parallel worlds - this scary stories about entrances to other worlds through mirrors and ancient structures. Stories about the technologies of ancient civilizations and magical time machines.

The physics of space can be both similar and different, there is witchcraft and magic, time flows differently. People who managed to accidentally find a portal in parallel world were absent for a long time. In another reflection, only hours passed.

The head of the sector of the Institute of Philosophy of the Russian Academy of Sciences, Doctor of Philosophical Sciences Vladimir Arshinov, is sure that today we can talk about a much larger number of dimensions. “The models of our world are already approximately known. Which contain 11, 26 and even 267 dimensions. They are not observable, but folded in a special way. However, parallel worlds are present all around us."

Here you will find stories about how people make
travel to other realities. It happens in different ways.
Someone accidentally enters the portal between the worlds and finds himself in
completely unfamiliar place. Someone makes astral travel through the Looking Glass. It happens that a person does not even realize that he has been in another reality. He goes, for example, home from the bus stop, the journey takes about ten minutes. And when he reaches the goal, it turns out that he was absent for more than a day! It turns out that a person has visited a place where time flows differently than in our world? And some lucky ones had a chance to see whole alien civilizations!

You are waiting for the exciting adventures of our readers, who found themselves in mysterious places. They found portals of transition to other worlds. We looked into the future and the past. We met guests from another reality. Note! All cases described in the rubric About parallel worlds , is not science fiction. These are not fictional stories! It's real!

So, are you ready to travel? Welcome to parallel

The study of celestial bodies is associated with a number of difficulties. However, while scientists come up with ingenious probes, interplanetary stations and other devices for research, simple dugouts, not connected in any way with high technology, managed to visit other planets, meet their inhabitants and write down their impressions.

To a simple layman, such stories may seem nothing more than fiction, an attempt to break away from reality. It can be objected that quite respectable women left memories of their travels.

Helena Roerich, the wife of the Russian artist, philosopher, scientist, writer and traveler Nicholas Roerich, described her journey to Venus in great detail. According to her memoirs, the planet is painted in shades of a sea wave, there is a real kingdom of flights - everything and everything soars: people, birds and even fish. The animals she met there are much more perfect than earthly ones: birds understand human speech.

Venusians do not live long - about 40 years, but they do not age and do not suffer from diseases. A newborn in its development corresponds to a seven-year-old earthling, although childhood lasts very little - 5 years. Everyone communicates by telepathy.

In addition, Helena Roerich described and social life planets. Everyone is equal there, there is no division into states and regions. The population is busy working to curb the oceans. Since frequent tornadoes cause giant waves, it is necessary to build dams and "breakwaters". There are no radio, television and newspapers familiar to earthlings on Venus - all information is transmitted using light pictures and inscriptions that appear right in the air.

The wife of Japanese Prime Minister Miyuki Hatoyama is a very extraordinary lady: she eats sunlight, sews unusual clothes and claims to know Tom Cruise, however, in his past life when he was Japanese. But that's not all. First Lady of the Country rising sun I am sure that I visited Venus with aliens.

She tells about this bright event in the book "Very strange facts that I encountered." In the dead of night 20 years ago, Miyuki was abducted by aliens. “While my body was sleeping, my soul ended up in a triangular UFO and traveled to Venus,” she writes. The Prime Minister's wife describes the planet as "a very beautiful and green place."

Most likely, a resident of the glorious city of Volgograd, in which aliens are rampaging, set off along the beaten path to Venus. Elina Glazunova once woke up from the fact that a vertical column of light appeared in her room. A beautiful blonde in a white jumpsuit appeared in it, somewhat similar to Marilyn Monroe. Then the stranger ordered Elina, numb with horror, to go with her to the exit, but she resisted - the torn nightgown and curlers, which she unknowingly wound around her head the day before, did not allow her to go on a visit. However, Marilyn Monroe did not back down and promised the woman that she would return, "only in a slightly different form."

Elina Glazunova obediently followed the night guest and ended up on the landing of a multi-storey building, although she lived in a private house. There she met four young girls - also in the same underwear. One of them, apparently not the first time awarded such an honor, reassured Ellina: “Do not be afraid .. Once - there, once - back home, this is not for long.” And then a beam descended on them, which delivered the women to the laboratory.

There, Ellina was met by a woman who introduced herself as her real mother. She said, “You are ours,” and explained: “We often pick up girls. We take periodically. Sometimes we need to communicate so that they do not forget their own. Glazunova does not remember any experiments performed on her.

Ellina woke up in her bed as if from a sharp blow. Recovering herself, she went to the store and bought good underwear. “I don’t want to goof off again,” she said. New abilities - after all, the aliens promised her a different hypostasis - she has not yet discovered in herself, but still expects something.

Member of the Board of the International UFO Association, Chairman of the Volga group for the study of anomalous phenomena Gennady Belimov not only believes in such stories, but also collects them. “Showing interest in esoteric knowledge, I certainly believe in such journeys to other planets with our subtle bodies, not physical ones. Of course, these trips do not take place at our request, but are sanctioned by someone from above, by civilizations that take care of earthlings. But such a journey needs to be earned by something, by some personal qualities, but even more so you need to have courage and courage to decide to tell about such a fact, ”the ufologist believes. He is sure that some of us are under the control of "offworlders", but for what purpose this is done, he cannot yet say.
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STORIES

PARALLEL WORLDS

Mishka, my friend, works as a psychiatrist in a regional hospital. And, like any psychiatrist, he has interesting patients and case studies. There are not as many of them as it seems, but characters from the Kunstkamera come across right away. And not all of them are so funny, people do not lose their minds from a good life, and certainly not of their own free will. For example, he was talking about a woman. You will meet her on the street and you will not understand that something is wrong. Goes to itself with a carriage, smiles. Sometimes he sips the baby, shakes him in his arms. And if you come closer, it's not a child at all, but a doll in rags. I was moved by reason on the basis of the tragic death of my daughter. After the cure, the woman became more unhappy and looked worse than before. So think after that, what is better - to live in an illusion or in reality?
At seven o'clock in the evening, as scheduled, Mikha tumbled into my bachelor's lair, strumming bottles in a bag. A simple table for home gatherings was already set. Everything is as usual - roach, sandwiches and beer.
"Let me ask you a question," he said thoughtfully. — Do you know about the theory of "multi-world interpretation"?
“Multi-world… what?” I asked.
“This is one of the many theories of quantum physics. She says that there may be an infinite number of worlds similar to ours. The differences can be both completely insignificant, for example, in one of the worlds you ate sausages for dinner, and in another fish, and global so much that not only our world can be different, but the whole galaxy or the Universe, ”Mishka finished explaining.
"I knew you'd be crazy at your job." No wonder there is such an anecdote: “In a mental hospital, whoever puts on a bathrobe first is the psychiatrist.”
- Yah you. You try to enlighten the ignoramus, and he also calls you a psycho. Be that as it may, it was with this question that the patient I want to tell you began.
* * *
Yes, I know about this theory. But I would like to talk about what you actually came for? I asked a young, decently dressed guy who came to see me.
I skimmed over his medical record: 25 years old, previously not registered in a psychiatric dispensary. At the age of 19, there was a traumatic amputation of the little finger of the right hand at work. Next came the standard SARS and influenza.
“You see, there are two versions of the events that happen to me. Either this theory is correct, except that these worlds actually intersect, or I'm crazy and I need your help," he spoke calmly, showing no signs of alarm or fear.
It became clear that his trip to me was carefully considered.
“Come on, you tell me about everything that worries or worries you, and after that I will try to think about how and how to help you,” he was the last patient that day, so I wanted to finish quickly and go home.
- I'll start with the moments when it started, but I haven't noticed anything yet or attached any importance to it.
- As you feel comfortable. The more I know, the better.” My hope of leaving early was instantly extinguished. I'll have to listen to everything, that's my job.
* * *
“It started three years ago. One day I went out of the house and noticed that something was wrong. This feeling happens when you arrive at a familiar apartment, and they cleaned it or rearranged something. You can’t even say for sure what exactly has changed, but the feeling does not disappear. When I began to analyze that moment two years later, I remembered that an oak tree always grew in the courtyard of the house. Mighty, with thick branches and powerful roots. I also remembered how, as a child, I collected acorns under it. And now larch grew there! The same big and even outwardly similar, but the trees are completely different!
People are very afraid to change their habitual world. They find it easier to believe the lies that keep it alive than the truth that will destroy it. I did the same, convincing myself that there was no oak, as if larch had always grown there. Remembering all the moments later, I understand what a fool I was. Constantly urging myself not to notice the truth, not believing my eyes and memories, I came closer and closer to the catastrophe.
After that, there were many more such moments. Many were so insignificant that I don't remember them. Let me tell you about a few that I remember. Once, while walking with a friend, I remembered the Tarkle gum, which we often bought for a ruble in a stall. There were also transfer tattoos inside. The friend was surprised, saying that they were called "Malabar". And I was just sure that he was making fun of me. I googled at home - and rightly so, "Malabar"!
Then there was an acquaintance from a rock concert who didn’t recognize me and kept wondering how I got his phone number and name. Such events each time occurred more and more often, and the changes are stronger. I could no longer constantly justify them with my forgetfulness or volatile memory. Still, he just tried not to think about it. I kept my little world to the last. Even when he was all in patches and bursting at the seams.
Last event was not unexpected, rather, on the contrary, quite predictable, if I were not such a stubborn donkey. When I came home, I found an unusual silence and darkness. There were no eternal dialogues of TV series characters, no grunting or gurgling of cooking dishes from the kitchen. Nor, most importantly, greetings from my beloved wife, Sveta. If she went for a walk with her friends, she would definitely leave a note, send an SMS or call. Calling her immediately did not give me an understanding that everything was wrong at home. There was no wall that she liked so much that I immediately bought it. Instead, there was my old chest of drawers. Moreover, there was nothing at all from her things or what we bought together. I was brought out of shock by a phone call:
Where did you go from work? - I recognized my boss from a previous job by the voice, from where I left a couple of years ago and got a job at another, on the recommendation of my father-in-law.
- What are you about? - I was perplexed, - I quit a long time ago.
"Didn't you hit your head there?" For today I forgive, but next time you will actually be fired.
Everything that happened just didn't fit in my head. I do not remember how much time passed before I calmed down and my head began to work again. First of all, I called my work, acquaintances, friends, Sveta. At work, they didn't know anything about me. Friends and acquaintances did not even know that I got married, although they were all present at my wedding. And Sveta… Sveta simply didn't recognize me, or she pretended not to know. Her understanding of what I know about her frightened her greatly. After that, her phone number was unavailable.
When I calmed down, I began to analyze what had happened to me earlier. And two ideas came to my mind: either I went crazy, which is most likely, or I somehow travel between worlds, quietly moving from one to another. These worlds are not much different, it's just that one had oak and the other larch, one had Tarkle gum, and the other Malabar. And, finally, in one of them I missed the bus, which closed the doors in front of me, and met a beautiful girl Sveta at the bus stop. And in another world, I probably caught that damned bus and watched her go. I could find her again, start dating and marry her again. But what's the point if I'm crazy or a traveler between worlds?
* * *
I heard a lot of sad stories, I saw mothers who killed their children during an exacerbation, considering them demons, and after that wept inconsolably, I saw a lot. But this is the first time I've heard of this. At first glance, he himself invented these "other" memories, trying to escape from a lonely reality. But a lot didn't add up. Suppose he somehow learned the phone numbers and names, but then why does he know so much about his "wife" if she does not know him? Muddy history.
I advised him to talk more with his friends, to find out if he had any traumatic memories and how he could learn so much about the Light. Perhaps he knows her husband or relative, learned all about her and forced himself to believe that she was his wife. I shook his hand and said goodbye. He didn't come to the appointment again.
His ticket was still hanging open, so I called the phone number he left. He, having learned who I am, and for what reason I am calling, was very surprised. He began to claim that he did not go to any psychiatrist, did not know about any wife, and considered that his friends were playing him. But I still persuaded him to come to the reception.
When Sidorov came and held out his hand to me, I suddenly remembered one detail that had then hid from me. This Sidorov did not have a finger, as it was written in his card. But on that first visit, carried away by the patient's story, I did not attach any importance to the fact that all his fingers were intact.
* * *
After this story, Mishka fell silent, and we drank beer for a long time in silence. We both thought about the same thing. Are there worlds other than ours? If they are, what are they? What decisions did we make there?
Do you remember how I fell off the branch and broke my leg? And you dragged me a good two kilometers up the hump? Imagine, my parents don’t remember this, I decided to ease the tension. Maybe collective amnesia?
“No, it wasn’t like that,” Mishka was surprised.
We looked at each other anxiously, but said nothing. None of us wanted to destroy our little worlds.

The following stories, of course, may seem very strange to some. Many scientists talk only in theories about travel between dimensions, and therefore this concept is often used in science fiction. Most of the following stories are told real people who claimed to have traveled to other worlds.

As you will see from the text below, other dimensions are sometimes strikingly different from ours, and sometimes they are almost the same. Of course, one can now assume that these people simply invented all these stories, but is it possible to tell the same thing so clearly? Or, if they just fantasized about it all, wouldn't they rather keep their wild fantasies to themselves so they don't sound crazy?

Carol Chase Macaleney

In 2006, Carol McElanay was on her way to her home in San Bernardino, but decided to stop for a couple of days in her hometown of Riverside. She got to the right place, but her native city became simply unrecognizable. For example, the cemetery where her grandparents are buried was just a field without tombstones, in which a huge amount of weeds grew. She decided not to linger and quickly jumped into her car and drove back. Later, the woman said that she met several people in her city, but even though they looked like normal people, some kind of terrible energy emanated from them. The next time Carol came to her hometown for her father's funeral, Riverside was back to normal.

Pedro Oliva Ramirez

On November 9, 1986, Ramirez was driving to his home in Alcala de Guadaira. He claims that when he turned at the turn he needed, he found himself on an unusual six-lane road, on the sides of which there were strange buildings and a completely unfamiliar landscape. The man was seriously frightened, because he did not understand at all where he was, and in general where this place came from, and what kind of strange houses these were. Slowing down, Pedro looked out the window and heard a voice in his head that said that he was in a parallel dimension. After he heard this, Ramirez hit the gas with all his might and decided to pass this zone as quickly as possible, but no matter how hard he tried, it did not end. When the man decided to return to the turn at which he turned into this place, he finally managed to escape from this terrible and frightening dimension. After a while, he decided to check if he would get back into this parallel dimension, but at that turn there was nothing but the usual road.

Lerina Garcia

In July 2008, Lerina Garcia woke up early in the morning, quite a normal day. Getting out of bed, the woman found that several things were not in their place, but did not attach any importance to this, writing off the fact that she herself shifted them and did not notice this because of fatigue after a working day. After taking a shower and putting herself in order, the woman got ready for work and left the house. When she approached her usual building where she worked, in its place there was a hotel from something, and, as it turned out later, Lerina was still in a relationship with her ex-boyfriend, and her current lover was nowhere to be found. The woman returned home and, from an overabundance of emotions, simply fell into a deep sleep. Later it turned out that Garcia had slept the whole day, and when she woke up, everything was back to normal.

Strange shadow people

Stephen Hawking suggested that the nature of space and time theoretically allows you to see the shadows of people in other dimensions. Stories about these "shadow people" abound, and some of them have even become legends. One woman claimed to have seen the shadows of some people when she was a little girl living in Massachusetts. She slept in her room and noticed a shadow with glasses by the door and three more by her closet. She has since realized that the shadows were people from another dimension who were probably watching her constantly. When she grew up, she stopped seeing the shadows of people from other dimensions.

Man from Taured

In 1954, one person arrived by plane at Tokyo International Airport. In his passport, however, it was recorded that he was from a city called Taured. When the check began, it turned out that such a city simply did not exist on the map. The authorities immediately detained the unknown and took him for interrogation. When asked to indicate on the map where he lives, he pointed to the Pacific Ocean and said that the map was wrong. According to the strange man, it was in the place indicated by him that there should be a city called Taured, where he, in fact, lives. To prove his words, he showed his driver's license from an unknown country and checks from an unknown bank. To find out where this strange man came from, they were ordered to take him to the nearest hotel and put two guards near the room, but despite them, the traveler disappeared the next morning.
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I have been interested in parallel worlds since childhood. Until the age of fourteen, I stubbornly climbed through the cabinets in search of Narnia, opened all the suspicious doors (so that it would come out in the Silver Chair), then I fell in love with Max Fry, almost memorized Wells' story about the Green Door, re-read all the "thematic" many times (this is already in the last year).

With great reverence, she memorized everything similar in meaning that her friends told, even if they themselves explained it with some kind of delirium tremens, absent-mindedness or overwork ... Well, in general, the situation, I think, is understandable. And so, now I'm sitting at home, sick, and I decided to write down these stories of acquaintances, partly so as not to forget myself, partly because, maybe, it's not only interesting for me. I warn you, there will be a lot of text, because it is stupid to break it into separate stories, they will be too small, I will write all the short stories in one. And long ones - after, if I gather myself.

unfamiliar street

My quite adequate friend told me this, then - Cyril. That year he, a proud graduate, spent the summer at his grandmother's. He had a beloved in the city, with whom, of course, he should have called. And it was not easy, because with the connection in the village there were big problems, the net was caught only on the hills. The nearest one was ten minutes walk from the house, the house was perfectly visible from it, the road was one and straight. It seems to be impossible to get lost. So, the next evening, Cyril went to bed before going to call his beloved. Called and talked.

On the way back, Kirill somehow thought, then realized that he had been walking for too long, and suddenly discovered that he did not recognize the street at all. There was a river on the right hand (as it should have been), but the buildings on the left side were completely unfamiliar to Cyril. These were also cute village houses, but not at all what they should be! No matter how he looked, no one could recognize. There were no gaps between the fences to turn at least somewhere, so he walked forward, more and more perplexed. I realized that whatever one may say, he apparently passed his house (although it was strange, the street ended a hundred meters after their house). But what to do, Cyril turned back. And unexpectedly quickly (according to the sensations - it didn’t even take five minutes, but he stomped there for almost an hour), Kirill went back to the hill. I saw my grandmother's house downstairs.

In his direction, as before, there was only one road, the one along which he had come. Cautiously, carefully looking around the now familiar houses, Kirill set off again, and this time he returned home without any problems.

The funeral

The scene of action is also a village, but already different, in Ukraine, in the Luhansk region. My grandmother told me this, there seems to be no reason not to believe her. Especially since I was an indirect witness to history. Or even not indirect, how to look. My great-grandmother, my grandmother's aunt, lives in that village. My grandmother and I came to visit, but the village was well known to my grandmother, she spent her childhood there, well, she often visited her great-grandmother. There is a cemetery in the village, in general, but it is quite far from the great-grandmother's house, you have to go by bus. There is a wasteland that is not used for a garden or anything else, just a piece of land overgrown with weeds. Next to the wasteland is the best of the nearest wells (the best - because the water is tastier there, everyone took water there only for cooking). One evening, my grandmother went to the well for water, my great-grandmother and I were at home. Grandmother was gone for a long time, and great-grandmother told me to run to the well, look for where she had gone.

In general, I was not at all afraid to run around the village at night, often my friends and I played in the dark, especially since windows were lit in the houses, there was no complete darkness. But that evening, I remember it very well, my hands were covered with goosebumps from fear, as soon as I went out the gate. Every shadow seemed like a lurking monster. And in my head it pounded like a refrain that now is a special night, do not leave such a house. I don’t know where it came from in my six-seven-year-old head (it’s creepy, if you think about it), but all the same, I remember this feeling and these words. I found my grandmother at the very well, the one by the wasteland. Grandmother just stood, looked towards the wasteland, full buckets stood on the ground. I told her: let's go home, why are you standing here? She replied that she was waiting for people to go back. I didn’t understand anything, I began to drag my grandmother by the dress, but I was scared (“special night”, I have to sit at home), whimpering. She eventually followed me, but reluctantly, it seems that I really dragged her by force, although I was a small child, and she was quite such a massive woman.

The buckets remained standing on the ground, I decided that they could be picked up in the morning. Closer to the gate, the grandmother seemed to come to her senses and went herself. First of all, I asked my great-grandmother for something to drink. Although, as I recall, she was reluctant to drink even on holidays, trying to throw out the drink somewhere at the first opportunity. They sat with my great-grandmother for a long time, talking, I didn’t understand everything, but nothing seemed strange to me (“special night”), I was just glad that we were all at home, and nothing threatened us. Grandmother hurried for the buckets, it was barely dawn, but they were no longer there. Maybe the neighbors stole it, although this was not accepted there somehow. And things more valuable than buckets were often left unattended on the street, without consequences. Well, in general, the grandmother and great-grandmother, although they bought new ones, launched a whole campaign, trying to figure out the thief, to no avail. Then, as I got older, I remembered that incident and asked my grandmother. She said that she, too, became afraid, as soon as she went out the gate, then she heard church singing, which was approaching. And when she got water and went home, she saw a procession of people in white clothes. They went to the wasteland. There were many of them, and they were all very scary. Grandmother expressed herself: “such terrible ones,” and she could not explain. Two men carried a coffin on their shoulders, also white, covered with a white rag embroidered with gold. They went to the wasteland, put the coffin on the ground and began to sing all together, standing around him.

Then she does not remember anything until the moment she ended up at the gate with me. Interestingly, the nearest death in the village occurred only the following year, and it was a complete stranger, not even a neighbor. So it cannot be considered a vision-foresight. I think it was a classic case, the grandmother saw some kind of parallel world.

teleport dog

This was told to me by my uncle (well, or how to call my aunt's husband). They have a dog with their aunt, a boy, Stafford, name is Venya. Near their house there is a square where dog lovers walk their pets. The more or less socialized are let off the leash to run and play with each other. Venya had every right to be considered socialized, so he enjoyed this privilege. So, uncle walked Venya, took him on a leash and took him home. They live, by the way, on the seventh floor, there is no balcony, the windows are double-glazed windows, some of them were placed on vertical ventilation (that is, when there is a small slope that forms a small crack).

Aunt also saw Venya, definitely, because she washed his paws and went to pour food. Both saw that Venya had eaten. After some time, for some reason, my uncle wanted to call Venya, but contrary to his usual, he did not come running. For a long time he and his aunt were looking for him all over the apartment, but he was nowhere to be found. Although it would seem, where in the apartment can a healthy cheerful staff hide? In the end, although it seemed idiotic (well, he couldn’t jump out through the crack of the window from the seventh floor, just as he couldn’t go out through the door, closing it behind him with a key), aunt and uncle went to look for Venya on the street. And they found it in the same park. At the same time, a familiar dog lover said that he had been here for almost an hour, and all this time Venya had also been here.

The full impression, it seems, is that Uncle Venya did not bring home at all. But after all, his aunt saw him, and his uncle too. Well, it's strange to assume that a dog owner suddenly forgot his dog for a walk. In general, in my opinion, an interesting case.

And teleport again

A friend, further Sasha, told me that this happened when he was very young. Sasha and his parents were on the lake in Zelenogorsk. Dad taught him to swim that day, and Sasha splashed in the water, right on the shore, so that in case something happened, he could always lean on the bottom. The lake was large (I myself was on that lake, in the place in question, there are exactly two hundred meters from coast to coast).

And so, once again, Sasha, unable to cope with swimming, tried to lean on the bottom, but there was no bottom, he went under water, tried to surface for a long time, although for some reason there were no problems with breathing, he did not want to breathe. Finally, he succeeded. But he surfaced just on the opposite shore. And his parents (although they were there all the time, it seems) only then realized when he began to scream to attract their attention. Neither Sasha nor his parents understood how he managed (having barely learned to swim) to swim the entire lake under water in such a short time.

Nothing more short is remembered, but even so the story turned out to be long. I hope for your comments, these stories can be said to be the pearls of my collection)