You Won’t Believe What These Time-Stopping Pictures Reveal—Astrological Signs Included!
Added on May 14, 2025 inASTROLOGY CARDS
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Ever wondered how much a person can really change over twenty years? Or if, say, your husband—who just happens to be a die-hard timeline nerd—could transform from a John Lennon–singing, Air Force geek into a muscular, tattooed Special Forces warrior without you even recognizing him? Yeah, me neither… until 2003, when we started piecing together our scattered years apart like cosmic puzzle pieces. It turned into this unexpectedly bizarre and oddly moving journey—kind of like watching an emotional sci-fi flick unravel frame by frame. And get this: it took spotting a forearm, of all things, to snap the images into focus, much like those Saturn-Neptune moments that bend space and time and leave you wondering if astrology is just messing with your head or actually onto something real. So, if you’ve ever stared at old photos of “strangers” you should know, you’re in good company. Curious how the stars and timelines align in ways that even skeptics can’t explain? Buckle up.
We’re still on the chat this point. It’s 2003.
My husband has a thing for timelines. Yeah, I always go for the nerd. At some point he wanted to chart the years we were separated. He was looking for potential points of contact. It was also a way to catch up with each other.
“I was in Germany, in this year. What were you doing?”
It was strange and interesting. I was not expecting to review my life, with him or anyone else. But I’m a game sort of person so I went with his idea. I was surprised when we uncovered various points where our lives nearly intersected.
For example, there was the time, I decided to go meet the boxer, Boom Boom Mancini. It was just regular, Elsa stuff. He’s Italian. I’m Italian. My bar patrons cheered me on. I had no idea, my husband was working in the store across the street from the gym, at the same time.
At some point he sent me a current picture and hey. I have that Venus Neptune. I did not recognize him at all! Literally, if I saw him on the street, I’d have had no idea who he was.
This was as disturbing as blocking all the memories! I was disoriented by it. We’d been talking for some time. I had a good number of pictures of him, I’d taken back in the day. I knew what he looked like, so who is this dude? I could not merge the images.
To be fair, he was a geek in the Air Force, when I knew him. Singing, John Lennon, peace songs, no less. The first picture he sent me was taken on his last day in Special Forces. He was extremely muscular and he had tattoos! He also looked shockingly, gnarly and hey! I’m sorry, but he was not familiar at all.
I told him this and it prompted him to send me more pictures; maybe twenty pictures of him, at various times and ages in his life. Too bad. They didn’t register, either!
I know its nuts. How much can a person change in twenty years? But I couldn’t connect with any of the images.
It was doubly weird, because I’ve reported many times, I’m sensitive to pictures. I didn’t understand how I could not see him, recognize him, feel him, or anything. It made me sad, but I could not fake this or lie so we had to just hang like this for some time. Several weeks. Maybe a month or more.
During that time, I opened a picture, here or there and stared at it. Nothing. It was like dead space. I just couldn’t get on the chat and make up a tale. “Oh, you look…” He looked like a stranger! I’d quickly close the pic, because it was unnerving.
I spoke with friends about this, repeatedly, but no one had any insight. I became extremely frustrated.
He’d deliberately sent me pictures from the time he was six years old, to the current day. The timeline, again. A friend suggested I display them on my desktop, in chronological order, with the pictures I had of him, in sequence. Okay…
I arranged the twenty or so pictures and guess what? Nothing. I only connected with the familiar pictures I’d taken of him from back in the day. This was my last idea and I was near tears over it, because what is wrong with me? But then I saw it! I saw his forearm.
Guess what? If a man is thin and becomes muscular, the changes to his forearm are negligible. Once I saw his matching forearm in one picture, I saw it in all the pictures and slowly all pictures merged. It was like winning in video solitaire where all the cards fly into their stacks on their own!
It wasn’t until years later, we’d see each other for the first time. My husband is duck footed. When he sat down and I saw his feet pointing out the way they do, it hit me like a wave. At that moment, the time and space between us erased (Saturn Neptune). We’ve been connected, ever since.
I’ve never been able to explain this.
Today, I keep his Air Force picture in a frame, next to his Army picture, taken a few years later. The difference is vast. Every time I glance at the pictures, I remember this challenge. This phenomena.
Baby face -> Cut face -> He got his steely eye in SF. It was a true transformation.
To be continued.
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