NATHAN COPPEDGE’S SUPERNATURAL ENCOUNTERS At the Dodge Poetry Festival Mysterious Identity: Are you thinque? Me: Get away from here! Don’t be insulting! I don’t want to ‘thinque’ about my future self! Mysterious Identity: [apparently disappears]. [A Small Clump of Students gather]. Poetry Teacher: [approaches]. Female Student: I swear, he made someone disappear! Poetry Teacher: That’s about the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! Me: I probably didn’t really make someone disappear! I don’t know magic! Poetry Teacher: Come, now! What really happened? Me: Someone approached me. It looked like myself from a future life! Then, I think he disappeared, sort of. What? Where are you? Poetry Teacher: Do you think I just ‘disappeared’ ? Me: Sort of. Maybe. Poetry Teacher: What? Do you think I was a witch? Well, it was just like that. Nothing to be concerned about. Me: Thank you. But it was ‘like’ he disappeared. I know he disappeared. Poetry Teacher: I know. Don’t worry. (My teacher had two differently-colored eyes, like a witch, which wasn’t very reassuring…) Nathan Coppedge Casts Lightning Using a Paper At Poetry Slam… Reads lightning poem… Another poet and member of the audience: “Look out for lightning…!” Years later, I’m indoors. It is barely raining outside. Draw a line between it’s brother… Light is born beside it’s dying… Here we see all life aligning… Formed in death… In the dark a birth in lightning… Draw a line between it’s brother… In the dark a birth in lightning! BOOM—FLASH! I later learned that a limb of a neighbor’s tree was struck down! When we offered to help clear up the debris, the neighbor said: “I’m not going to tell us what we found…” I never learned what it was. (A) New England Boy’s Magic: Once I watched as a young boy painted an entire fence in less than two minutes. I could see the boy painting the fence white, even wearing different pairs of clothes, crouching and bending like multiple characters from Tom Sawyer at the same time. What was this boy’s spell? How did he paint the fence? My sense of this is that some of the magic was natural. Part of the effect involved retaining magic which he had an acquired ability not to lose. Perhaps the magic was something which he acquired very early in life, even perhaps before becoming a boy. One of my guesses is that he was an un-dissipated spirit, who could select amongst his immediate selves because they were all contained in his groin. That he was so young was wholly mysterious. Perhaps he knew his future? Perhaps he had traveled his past? Sometimes (I hardly remember, but sometimes), I think this same character appeared to me as Jesus, walking alive in white samite, and then disappearing. The other time I saw him was hanging dead in an elevator shaft. Surely the magic of Jesus could be something overcooked, something which had more mystery than readable properties. In that case it would be hard to guess what the child painting the fence was really doing. Perhaps he was living more than one life. But did this mean that he must be Jesus? Perhaps the major secret I learned was that living more than one life can bring comparisons with God. If (only if?) someone reaches another means to life, then one must necessarily have more power! Time travel between unknown date perhaps 2009 and Feb 6, 2015 and returned The trip was an encounter with an avatar of Jesus (who didn't look exactly like Jesus, I thought). The trip was mysterious, as all I did was see more advanced cellphones, and bang with my hand on an aluminum chimney that was supposed to be on the roof of a building I would later live in. The time-travel event was later identified as having occurred within the Feb. 6th, 2016 framework of the future, as proven by hearing the same noise from inside the apartment. The avatar's authenticity seems to be proven by his providing knowledge that I would open a fan cover and rotate the fan counter-clockwise (which I did on that same day), and by his providing me with a differently-gendered avatar or vessel to inhabit during my original trip. This was my only major future travel, other than normal forward-directedness. General Importance / Ticket: A magical avatar assisted me. Experience with Traveling Forwards Through Time: <“I’m Jesus” he said >“I know you’re Jesus because you spoke with the voices in my head.” <“Anyway, I’m more like an avatar type, if you’ve heard of those. People have things called cellphones. Do you know about those?” > “Yeah, they have them in 1999 but they’re pretty clunky (in 1999).” < “With no further ado, I will show you ‘you’!” > “Not in person! Well, show me proof!” < “You will take the cover off of your ventilator and rotate the fanblade counter-clockwise.” > “So detailed! But we won’t see. I mean, we won’t see?” < “You won’t see until you live in the future permanently! But you don’t nee to see if you know!” > “I still want to see! With my ears, as I usually do!” < “Very well, we happen to be in the right neighborhood. We’re going up to the chimbley so to speak. Hold on!” > “Here?” < “Anywhere!” We appeared on the roof of a building I thought I should be unfamiliar with. < “Hit your hand on the thing with the peaked roof….” > “It’s called a chimney.” < “But, make sure you make your unique sound.” > “I did, I know.” < “Do you think you can feel that he heard?” > “He heard.” I said. < “Then it is time to go back…” At the U of Notre Dame My father's lecture sped-up to a high-pitched squeel. 3-d lightning static blazed across everyone else in the room. As a figure approached, they all disappeared, except one student, who looked asleep. “Are you some kind of angel?” I asked him. “Well, yes, in a matter of speaking,” he said. “Wow!” I said, too loudly. What happened to them? I thought. They're not real, he said. “Come here. Do you want to leave?” he asked. You mean leave here? Leave this world he said. “No,” I said Do you want to leave your father behind? “No,” I said. “I want to stay here.” “Very well,” he said. Looking back from the hallway, I could see that once again the classroom was alive and animated, and my Dad was lecturing. Other incidents… I have also seen parrots flying in Connecticut near a fire station, and once met a wizard at a party who told me how to turn plain rice cakes into cheddar… Coppedge, Nathan 2016/12/16, p.