CNN Iran Nuclear Talk

On a warm evening in late May of 2015 I'd just returned home from meeting a friend for a couple of beers. On the drive home I was thinking about a comment our server said to us as we waved and said good-bye.

"Good luck." 

Why'd she say good luck? We sat alone away from others in the bar. She came over to us twice. Once on our first order and the second one we had to flag her down. Other than those two times she never came closer than 15 feet of us. She didn't know us, nor could she have possibly heard what we were talking about. 

I arrived home around 10:30. My wife asked me if I'd like a night cap on the deck. Since it was a beautiful clear night I agreed. We were standing near the rail with our drink resting on the rail when something large flies right past us and crashes into our house. In the darkness we couldn't make out what it was. I could hear fluttering as it was falling to the ground but before it hit the ground it recovered and started to gain lift. As it turned it began to rise and it was headed straight towards me. It was a large Barred owl.

 I ducked and it flew over my head. How does an owl with excellent night vision fly into the side of a house? My thoughts immediately went to our servers comment, "Good luck." 

A few weeks after this my wife mentioned that she had recorded the movie The Thing and asked me if I'd like to watch it. It being one of my favorite movies I agreed. The Thing is a movie about an alien craft that had crashed into the Antarctic where it is discovered by a group of men doing geological research nearby. The alien life from the craft has the ability to mimic any life form it comes into contact with. The Thing makes its way into their camp and the men are left wondering just who is whom. 

The movie ends with two men left. Neither knowing if the other is the Thing. 

A few weeks after this--July 14, 2015 to be exact, I arrive home from work around 12:30am. I decide to turn on the TV and watch something incredibly boring to put me into sleep mode--nothing better than CNN. I have a bowl of peanuts on my lap and a bloody Mary in my hand. It was my Friday night, my weekend. A cocktail or two was my reward. 

I was greeted by Christine Romans the anchor for the Early Show. The time stamp shown at the bottom was 4:00am. It synched up with my time of 1:00am. The topic couldn't be more boring--the Iran nuclear talks. CNN had been running this nightly for the last two weeks. No wonder their viewer
ship was plummeting. Three years earlier they took a successful food show hosted by chef Anthony Bordain and slotted it in on prime time in an attempt to boost viewership. It worked until Anthony committed suicide in 2018.  

I began un-shelling my peanuts and eating them as Christine Romans is babbling on--more interested in my peanuts then what she is saying. A certain amount of concentration is needed with shelled peanuts. Then Christine began to interview Christianne Amanpour. Christianne looks off. Wrong. I can't quite figure it out but I say out loud, "Christianne, you don't looks so good." I began sipping my drink and studying her face. What is it? What's wrong? I notice some dark images under the scrolling ticker below her. It's waving around. What is it? It's her hands. Why are they black, or brown? 

I've given up on her face now--it's her hands that interest me. She raises her hands to where I can see both of them. She raises them again and her right looks like some kind of morphed human hand but her left really caught my attention. It was only a brief flash but my mind recorded the image and noted that it was wrong. 

I began wondering, do they teach you to talk with your hands in journalism school? Did Christine Romans see what I'm seeing? Did the producers see what I'm seeing? I've given up on the bowl of peanuts resting on my lap. I began sipping my drink fascinated by what I'm seeing. My eyes are darting back and forth from her face to her hands. Her face is still off. What is it? Surrounding her right eye it looks green. Do women wear green make-up? Maybe. It's her teeth. One of them has a shine to it. Why? Lighting?

They also look jagged, uneven, and pointed and going off in angles. I know the British are known for having bad teeth, but this looks beyond caffeine stains. They seem to be changing form. At times some appeared to be exceedingly white while the tooth next to it was skin color. How is that possible?

Sometimes a tooth would completely disappear. Upper front tooth. How?



Time stamp two minutes later and once again the front tooth disappears.

It is now 1:21am and I was hoping to be ready to snuggle in my bed by this time. Now I'm wired. I'm taking bigger sips of my drink. Forget the peanuts. I can't take my eyes off the television. I ask out loud, "What is wrong with you Christianne?" And then something appears on the television that sends me flying out of my seat. The bowl of peanuts scatter everywhere. The drink in my hand goes all over the other couch. I ran to the television--shocked at what I just saw. I scramble back over to my seat in search of my TV remote. I can't find it. I began tossing all the cushions off the couch. Not there. I go to the other couch and began tossing them off and find it underneath one of the cushions. I grab the remote and hit rewind. The broadcast begins rewinding. It gets to the beginning and I hit record. I'm now standing just a foot away from the television. I stand there frozen to the end of the one hour broadcast. When it finishes I rewind to the point where I flew out of my seat and this is what I see. 

"You really don't look so good now Christianne," I say out loud. What happens to me next is very strange. I simply turn off the TV and walk up and go to bed like I'm in some kind of trance. I don't remember if I even took off my clothes but I know by the time I hit the first step I had no memory of this very strange CNN broadcast.

I awoke the next morning around 6:30am. It was a beautiful sunny day. I decide to go for a long run. I go down to the high school to run on the track. I've been a distant runner for quite some time finishing two marathons but I hadn't run in awhile. My first mile was exceedingly fast. Too fast. An easy sub-six minute pace. Slow down I told myself or you won't make your five mile run. An argument developed within myself. Why? What if I can make it all the way at this pace? I decide to maintain the pace. Two miles goes easy, three, four and I breeze through the final mile. I finish on an endorphine high. I go home and decide this run was beer worthy even though it's only 8am. My garden is in full bloom, the birds are active, and the sun is shining.



My wife wakes up and comes outside. "Really Mike, a beer at eight am?" I began telling her about my run and how fast I was able to run. I told her it was like I was possessed or something. My breathing remained calm and my legs were strong through the entire run. I told her I'm sure I could have run even faster. She interrupted me.

"What happened last night after I went to bed?" Confused I told her I didn't know what she was talking about. She tells me to follow her. She leads me downstairs where I see our family room completely ripped apart. Peanuts scattered everywhere my empty glass on the floor. The contents of it all over the couch. I laugh. "I don't know what happened, but it looks like I had a good time," I joke. Suddenly images start flooding into my head. I remember. I tell my wife she won't believe this. I grab the remote and turn the TV on. The TV is at the exact location I left it when I went to bed with Christianne having some kind of claw for a hand. 

"Mike, what the fuck is that?" she asked. I began telling her about my early morning with CNN. 

 What is it? I don't know. Was it a CNN joke on the highest paid journalist in the world, or is she something else--emphasis on Thing. Well the Thing is out of the bag now I thought. CNN claims to have a viewership of 90 million world wide this will surely be all over the internet. CNN would have to give an explanation. I checked later that day while I watched the rest of the broadcast. Problems with her hands and teeth all the way through the entire broadcasted interview.

Fifty-one frames over from the the above image her hand transformed into this.

It appears to be some kind of shrunken hand, four digits. Three as fingers and one in place where a thumb might be. How is this possible? The bottom time stamp below the CNN logo shows 1:21 AMPT. The exact time in my home. Perfectly synched up from Austria, to Atlanta, to my home. No delay in the news feed.

At 10:22 in the broadcast Christianne brushes her hair back with the same hand that seems to be transforming.



It looks like a human hand compared to the other images. Her complexion on her face goes perfect. Remarkable for a 57-year-old woman. As her hand is rising to get into the position it is in it is morphed and looks like this. It's transparent and you can see her white collar through her hand.



She brushes her hair back on her left side then moves her hand across her face where it goes completely out of focus.

It then comes into focus.



At time point 10:23 she once again raises her hand over the banner below.



A few frames over it looks like this.



Christianne was interviewed twice on July 14th, 2015. The first interview was four minutes long from 10:19-10:23. The broadcast then cuts to other journalists before bringing back Christianne where she is interviewed from 10:48-10:51. She returns without the pink ribbon but has the same problem with her hands.

A "Good luck," at a bar, an owl crashing into my house, the movie The Thing, and then the CNN broadcast. If the wall to my house would not have been there the owl would have flown into my television.  Coincidence or warning?  The time stamp of 10:21 where the image sent me flying out of my seat synchs up perfectly with the day I was born.



Part two coming soon.