Meeting Einstein and the Elves Somewhere in Time

     WE GO BACK to our layman's and contextual erudition about Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity, this time, by taking into considerations those "experiences" of a number of people who were privileged of "straying into elfland".

Consider this one. The other day, I met a weirdo for an old man who claimed that he is already a young man when Balete was made into an arabal of New Washington in 1904. I was conducting an interview to supplement the materials available at hand about my town during the time of the Americans when I chanced to meet the man. Sensing my skepticism, he qualified that the secret of his long life is that he visited elfland when he was just turning 16. He intimated that he had a special relationship with an elfin lady who invited him into her abode for a short visit. As far as he can recall, he whiled the night in that "wonderful place" and hesitantly went home the morning after. Upon meeting his family though, he was surprised to learned that they had been frantically searching for him for more than six months and after a year had given up hope of finding him alive.
A visualization of the Lorentz transformation
(Photo credit: Wikipedia org) 

Tay Jose Dandoy, in a separate interview I made in 2000 explained this phenomenon based on the cosmology of our folks mapping out our world into 7 layers (sanib) with our existential world being in the middle of it (We are from the middle earth, not Frodo Baggins, mind you. Hehehe). He avers that to "wander" into the other layers then requires us to travel in the speed of light. The old man and his relatives must have had experienced what physicists termed as "Lorentz transformation" where their respective frames of reference had affected their sense of time. Is that possible?

There are other fantastic stories from a number of people who claimed to have visited elfland. The common denominator for such claim is that they all lost track of their time in the sense that time seemed to run slower "in there" than in our world. The other denominator of course is the sense of deja vu and the sweet voice in one's "pocket watch" that pleads: "Come back to me."

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