So today I had this CRAZY experience that easily can be explained through logical and Occam's Razor-ish means, but is far more fun to explain through means of divine intervention or even TIME TRAVEL!!!!! I laid down for a nap at about 4:00. I had a ten minute, super quick New Music Ensemble rehearsal of a choral song called "Sweet Jesus" at 6:30, which I planned to attend. My alarm woke me up at about 5:30 and I went back to sleep. I can't remember what times I woke up/set my alarm clock for "nap" (extended snooze)/re-woke up, but let it be known that since I sleep with my watch on I can always tell what time it is. I remember waking up in the blue darkness of the dorm room and glancing at my watch's glowing white hands. The closest prior time to this I remember waking up and looking at my watch was around 5:50. This time, the hands were on top of each other- 6:30. Well shit, I thought. No way I'll make it in time. Presser is seven minutes away, I have to get dressed first....rehearsal will be over before I get there. I rolled over and went back to sleep. I maybe zoned for like two minutes and then I just lay there thinking, kind of bummed I missed my rehearsal....especially since I slept through one of Dr. Waters' rehearsals last week. At some point I glanced at my watch. I saw that my watch said...6:17. Wow, I must have caught the watch's knob on something when I rolled over...or did I? I got out of bed. My alarm clock said...6:19 (I set it fast.) Wait a second??!!! What happened??!! I get out of bed, and go to the bathroom quickly, throw on my coat, and run to Presser for my rehearsal. I get there just as we are about to start the first run through. As I walk to Presser, I think extensively about what happened. Why would something like this happen? I mean, there are two possible "logical" explanations, both assuming that I never actually saw 6:30 on my watch when I thought I did. Either I dreamed it, or I misread my watch in a sleepy haze....and it was never actually 6:30, I just thought it was. Or....and this is a big stretch, but it's a mindblowingly cool one...somehow I glimpsed a future where I woke up at 6:30, and then I somehow "regressed" to an earlier time after deciding that I wanted to be at that rehearsal, or I went to that "6:30 future" and then was somehow brought back ten minutes prior. Why would this happen to me? Why would I regress in time over something this minute and not of cosmic significance to me or anyone else? If linear time were to be bent, why instead wouldn't I regress in time to do something far greater, like prevent 9/11 or prevent the passing away of a friend? I can't find any answer to this. Would it be a random gift from God? "A tree is known by its fruit..." Jesus said, and the "fruit" of waking up when I did---laughing with friends, seeing Dr. Waters, creating sacred music, having some cool conversations with lots of people afterwards---is definitely a "fruit" that the divine "Tree" of God's love would indeed esteem. I'm reminded of Samuel L Jackson in Pulp Fiction after he narrowly misses being shot- "Whether or not what we experienced was an According to Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved." Hmmm.... Peace and God bless,
Nick Fed | 
