Phillips said on Truth Social that this happened while "heavily medicated" during cancer treatment he didn't expect to survive. What he's describing (ending up 50 miles away with no memory of the trip, feeling scared and out of control) is a textbook dissociative fugue [1]. Chemo causes delirium in 57-85% of patients [2], and the benzodiazepines, corticosteroids, and opioids typically prescribed alongside it can all independently trigger dissociative episodes [3].

He provided his own medical explanation and then attributed it to God instead.

[1] https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/pharmacology-toxicology...

[2] https://www.healthline.com/health/confusion-after-chemothera...

[3] https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/2656780/

Ive always wondered how the motion of the earth would factor into instantaneous teleportation between to points on the same planet. Do you need to account for that to prevent yourself from being beamed underground or into space? Or does the fact that the source and destination are within the same inertial frame of reference make this one of those physics problems where the most complicated part turns out to be entirely irrelevant to the end-state?

Increasingly hard to determine which are The Onion headlines...

Why would they? At Waffle House, that is just another minute between 0 and 59. But of course we are assuming that he teleported to the back of the line.

When you try and pass mental illness off as teleportation. It's called dissociation, Gregg.

https://archive.md/qOnml

We have lunatics in my country. But they aren't running the government (as far as I know).

I had a... weird night at the bar once, it ended early, I wasn't all that tipsy but if I kept going I definitely would have called the uber. I get to the gate and my keys fall to the floor of my car. The last thing I remember is thinking "fuck it."

I wake up the next morning in my bed, feels like a normal morning, but I can't find my keys. After scouring my apartment for half an hour, I get the feeling to go check my car, where the keys I would have needed to buzz into the gate, the building, and the elevator were waiting for me right there on the floor of the passenger side seat.

I don't know what's weirder, that I managed to find my bed without my keys, or that sober me actually listened to the urge to go back down the elevator and check my car.

(Comedy writing mode ON):

SNL's Stefon character: "This one has it all... Waffle House, FEMA, breakfast foods, federal emergencies, waffles, emergency preparedness, eggs, teleportation, bacon, black helicopters, hash browns, angry men in combat fatigues talking to God over 2-way radios, George Carlin, grits, syrup for the grits, toast, military communications, orange juice, armageddon/end-of-the-world apocalypse themes, milk, coffee and other breakfast items... all for a very reasonable price!"

:-)

(Comedy writing mode OFF)

It’s unkind and insensitive to mock someone clearly having mental health issues.

Who amongst us has NOT had a little teleport at 2am? /s