Just a split second thereafter, there was a loud "bang!" sound and the plane lurched and shook and one of the engines let out a hellish screaming noise. I thought the world was ending.
I am aware that the human brain can re-order events to make it appear to the conscious mind that one event preceded another when it actually may have followed it. So those voices could have been my own thoughts that were generated after the event, but that were resequenced by my brain in order to reduce trauma.
But those did not sound like thoughts. They were loud, human voices that I could hear inside my head. And one of them spoke of the future: "Something is going to happen now." So I don't think that they were my own resequenced thoughts.
That's my airplane story. I have not flown since, though perhaps I will.
That was a freaky experience and this story is completely true.
Do you remember that story I told you about when I quit the liquidation store job and I roamed around the house spitting mad? The wire that held the mirror up on the nail on the bathroom had become unwound and the mirror crashed to the floor.
And just this past Monday, at about noon, I was working outside. I was in an emotionally agitated state because I was contemplating moving out of my foreclosed house and I heard a "boom!" sound. It sounded like a window getting smashed. I looked all around the house and then I saw that one of the garage windows had been blown out. That window was on the opposite side of the garage from where I was working on my trailer. The glass blew outward, onto the lawn. I looked and looked and could find nothing that might have hit the window. The window just exploded, untouched.
True story. Welcome to my world.