Interestingly, according to theShadowlands.net, this hospital is reportedly haunted.

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theshadowlands.net came out of the closet to say:
People who go there have reported seeing lights and hearing a little girl laughing and playing around in there. Screams, cold spats, noises, cries, moaning, lights coming on and off, noises could even be heard from the street at night with no one inside. Hospital is sometimes used for filming by production companies. A doctor has been seen on the main building, corner window, top floor looking out through the window. He was wearing a doctor’s suit and a tie. Lights go on and off throughout the whole building. There is a room full of cages and a group of people claimed seeing a mentally ill patient(ghost) roaming inside a cage in that room. Strange noises are heard around the buildings. Cold and warm spots are felt in certain places.

This of course, could only add to our fun.
We made this expedition over two nights: night 1 to scout and find a point of entry, night 2 to actually explore inside (though, it actually turned into two nights because we sort of overlooked an obvious entrance point on night 1; also we were spooked by a hobo).
Our target (this actually isn’t my picture, I forgot to get a full exterior shot):

[disclaimer: I know nothing about photography, I just have a really cool camera]
On night one, we decided to try the roof. Usually, the roof is always a good way into the building. We climbed a wall and then this fire escape.

Which led us to the roof.

A dark exterior shot of the building from the roof.

We did not find a reliable point of entry on the roof. We did find this elevator shaft, but we hadn’t come equipped to use it safely.

After waiting for the passing of a few cop cars, we decided to climb down the fire escape on the back of the hospital to find another entrance (Guilty pictured):

The back of the hospital:

At this point, we found an open door, which led us inside to a boiler room:

However, at this point, all we could see was a lit door that was open. Fearing security, we would leave the boiler room and search for another access point. We would retrace our steps back to the front of the building, where we would be suprised by a hobo sleeping in an abandoned camper shell. In retrospect, he was probably just as afraid of us, but we weren’t going to stick around and find out.
So, on night 2, we decided to check out the boiler room again, as it had been the only real viable entry point we had found. Oddly, the door to the boiler room was shut this time, and a gurney wheel had been leaned up against the door, which I can only assume was there as some sort of hobo security system. Anyway, we got in, and looked around. If we had looked around the night before, we would have found a tunnel leading into the hospital proper.

Looking around the boiler room a bit more, we found a neat room which had been used a tagger’s hideaway.


Back to the tunnel. I can’t really explain how creepy walking through the tunnel was. As we got farther down the tunnel, we could hear that there was definitely some kind of noise coming from above us. It was probably a bird, but at the time, it wasn’t pleasant.

We found this in the tunnel. This was probably the creepiest thing we found in the hospital; the dolls are burned.

A little further down was this filing cabinet full of blood samples.

And into the basement.

There were also some cages and very odd poems written on the walls, all of which are not pictured because I am stupid.
Anyway, we would exit the basement and make our way to the first floor via a dark set of stairs we had found.
We came across an old file storage room, with the lights on, strangely.

What could be in here?

Hay, corpse freezers!

I actually wanted to open them but Guilty talked me out of it.
The morgue lab

Guilty tries to get dinner (oddly, we found a lot of these gynecology tables on the first floor. I swear they were everywhere)

We would hear more noises- large thuds and crashes that sounded like they were coming from outside, or above us. Would we end up a hobo’s dinner?
An operating room?

KILL IT WITH FIRE!

If the incubator was the creepiest thing about this trip, this was the flat out scariest. Now, it’s not too bad when you get this thing in full light. However, it’s right around a corner, and my maglight had just kind of lit the edges of the thing, giving it an all too human silhouette. When I saw it, it was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on me. Between the two of us, the forums almost gained a photo thread and a couple of new pantshitting stories.
Last picture, a shot of the scary hallway which doesn’t do it justice.

Anyway, at this point my camera ran out of juice, so we decided to call it a night, not finding any truly safe way to the second floor.
So that’s Linda Vista, hope you enjoyed it.

Part two located below

So, this Saturday morning, I returned to Linda Vista hospital, having been thwarted last weekend by a film crew. I will start off by saying I took the trip back to the hospital in the morning. My new partner in crime, Adam, (Guilty now being in Chicago) wanted a daylight run for the photography opportunities. Seriously, he was hardcore; he had his digital, but he also brought his 35mm with B&W film and his tripod.
Anyway, getting into the hospital was somewhat easier than I had thought it would be. Basically, we walked onto the property and hopped in a window around the back that was unlocked.
We started on the first floor, which I had been on in my previous trip. It hadn’t changed much in the daylight.

There was quite a bit of stuff that I hadn’t caught in the dark though.
Good advice.

Pleasant thoughts.

The elevator shaft from the bottom looking up

As promised, I went to the morgue and opened the freezer doors.

The top one was already open; I gave the bottom one a try, but the thing would simply not budge. Not that I expect anything was inside, but we can always dream there was a zombie just waiting to get out, right?
More shots of stuff in the morgue. The morgue lab was sort of odd; it really looked like someone had recently used it, I’d say it was for filming, but I really can’t say.


An X-ray machine

I’ve no idea what this is

Another blurry hallway. After looking through all of the shots I took, I realized the long blurry hallway had become the recurring theme of the hospital.

For those interested, the manequin was still there, but someone stole his bottle of jack.
Anyway, we went down to the boiler room before heading into the basement. The boiler room is definitely one of the cooler parts in the hospital during the daylight. The light streams in through the high windows and just gives the place a very cool feel. My photography definitely doesn’t do it justice.



I got a lot of shots of the furnace for some reason, it was really neat looking.



I’d like to think that bodies were occasionally thrown in there, but I think that may just be wishful thinking.
Anyway, onto the basement, which is what I think you all wanted to see. Now, the basement is just as scary in the day as it was in the night– there aren’t any windows and of course, there were no lights.
The tunnel, take 2:

(yes, I had long exposure on; no, I didn’t have a tripod)
This was on the tunnel wall. Feel free to speculate:

A comprehensive gallery of interesting(?) graffiti:







Here are the cages in the basement that I mentioned. I made sure to check the floor for bloodstains:









So there’s the basement, in all of its creepy glory.
Anyway, we made our way to the upper levels, which sadly, are a lot like the first floor. The Second floor, where the entrance is and the lobby I’ll get to later, because it was locked up somewhat tight and we had to find an alternate route in.
Outer stairway on the third floor:

I don’t recall where exactly I found this.

I wonder what’s in it?
Okay, we won’t be opening this.

Still not sure what this room was for:

This is a room in the main hallway of floor three or four that just had a tub in it.

Ew. Soiled linens.


Return of the hallway shot.

Fabulous decor. A lot of the rooms were painted bright colors, I thought it was kind of strange.

This room looked almost new; it had to have been used to film something or other.

The break room of doom! (yeah, I’m not trying to be scary anymore)

The fridge of doom.


An exterior of the hospital from inside:

The higher we climbed, it seemed like the more dilapidated the building became.


This room belonged to the pigeons, so I left it the fuck alone.
The elevator motors for the main set of lifts. This is in the attic.

The attic was also owned by pigeons, so I didn’t really look around up there much. Spiders, scorpions, snakes don’t frighten me in the least, but being in an enclosed area with a pigeon… horrific.
This is where that goddamned hobo lived, in the camper shell.

Lastly, some scenic shots.



Anyway, the lobby kitchen level had most of the neat stuff.
The front door and reception desk.


The Chapel.

Random shots of the kitchen.



You know, you really have to love vandals with a sense of humor.

Anyway, the lobby level had a staircase that led into a separate annex of the building that looked like it was a temporary jail.


Okay, the who the fuck sneaks into an abandoned hospital and plays with a Ouija board? That’s just plain wrong.

The office or something, the actual ouija board was on the desk. No, I didn’t play with it.

This was drawn on the ceiling in the detention area.

“They are here”? What the hell?
Anyway, this trip ended oddly. We were on our way to get into the second floor when we heard voices. We went back to where we got in only to see a couple of people. They eventually figured out we were there (we weren’t trying terribly hard not to be seen), and as it turned out, they were there to take some video and pictures for some sort of school project.
As were looking around the lobby level with them, we see a man walking around. He was the security guy. However, he seemed to be cool with us being there, and he actually turned on the lights for us (which by the way, was a major buzzkill). I think he was mute, because he never said anything to us.

Boom Boom Satellites are my all time favourite Japanese group – so when I heard that they were releasing their fifth album, On, a mere fourteen months after the previous one, (Full of Elevating Pleasures) it felt like Christmas had come seven months early!

Over their last couple of albums, the band have been developing a more mainstream sound, and my main worry was that On would take the pop direction that bit too far. I needn’t have worried. From the pounding drums and screeching guitars of opening track “Kick It Out,” it’s obvious that these guys still rock!

The second track, “9 Door Empire,” perfectly epitomizes the overall sound of this album. It starts with a repeating guitar riff, the pounding drums join in, and for a few minutes it sounds like a fairly standard rock tune - and that’s when Masayuki Nakano’s keyboards take over and everything warps into the realms of techno-trance. The sheer brilliance of it takes your breath away, and reminds you just how exciting and exhilarating music can be.

“Generator” is a fast moving number, in which Michiyuki Kawashima’s distorted guitar shreds and grinds over the layered keyboards and background techno beat. It sounds like something from the soundtrack of a cyberpunk movie – something that is helped by the fact that the vocals don’t appear until 4 and a half minutes into the song, and consist of nothing more than ‘how many grave pits you need?’ repeated several times.

My favourite track on the album is “Nothing” - a guitar driven, angst ridden tune in which Michiyuki sings “…all I do is crawl in mud… I have nothing left… so sick of it all…” Amazingly, despite the bleak subject matter, it is insanely catchy, and impossible not to tap your foot along to. Masayuki doing a fantastic job of creating a frantic beat with the drums, and it’s this that sets the pace… but it’s the over-laying guitar work that really sets this song alight – the eerie soaring textures created providing both attitude and introspection.

There are a couple of tracks that don’t quite do it for me. “id” is not much more than some random drumming and keyboard sounds looped together for 90 seconds – it’s reminiscent of the crazier moments of modern jazz that appeared on 2002’s Photon, but here it feels wildly out of place. “Porcupine” is even stranger – sounding like the recording of an acoustic guitar played backwards, it’s slow, mellow, and completely at odds with everything else on the album. All that said, it is good to see that the guys are still unafraid to experiment and are continuing to push the musical boundaries. And when the rest of the album is so good, it’s easy to forgive them.

This is without a doubt Boom Boom Satellites‘ best album so far. They’ve established their own unique sound, but they haven’t allowed themselves to be shackled by anyone’s expectations. After previous albums of jazz-fusion, and soul-tinged guitar-pop, they’ve created a heady masterpiece of techno-rock. Yet again they’ve shown that in the field of dance / rock crossover, they are clear leaders, not followers. At the moment, no one else comes close.

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My sister and brother-in-law. Taken from inside.

Another shot from the front window. Who kayaks in October? It’s friggin’ cold out.

Awesome fireplace and shelf in the front/living room.

Awesome second fireplace in the kitchen/dining room.

Dining table, after Doritoes and Pizza. Awesome.

Shot from the back window in the dining room.

Is that bigfoot doing dishes?

Nope. Just my sister.

Tom loves that T.V.

Shelf.

That sofa is so much more comfy than it looks. And we found it on the side of the road. Free!

Here is the teachers comments, noted on the back of the paper;

Your fragments are purposeful, though I am forced (by professional obligation) to comment on them. You express yourself effectively in writing. Clearly you need to be challenged. I think you’ll make you’re mark on the world; what kind of mark that will be remains to be seen.   [Save the pandas]
Teacher score: 112/140
“Person” score: 138/140 <—- I’ll record this one.

I haven’t been able to sleep well for two years now. Getting two hours of sleep a week isn’t healthy for a human body. You begin to deteriorate. Your mind is always tired, and your body is worse. Your appetite fades; you become belligerent, arguing for non-insignificant reasons.

The first time I went to the doctor, he told me, ‘You need healthy, natural sleep. Chew some valerian root and get more exercise,’ He said it was all in my mind. It wasn’t all in my mind; there was something wrong with me. I acquired a gym membership. Over-the-counter sleep aids. I still couldn’t sleep. I went back to the doctor after a month.

This time he prescribed a heavy sleeping medication. I took it that night, feeling excited to finally get some sleep. I took the pills, following the bottle’s directions. I watched television on the living-room sofa and felt like a zombie. I mumbled nonsense, but didn’t sleep. My family members started to worry. My body was melting and my mind was disintegrating. I started to detach myself from reality.

I started to build Star-wars models just to pass the time. It seemed everything was moving in slow motion. Within a week I had built my own formidable mini version of the emperor’s imperial space fleet, large enough to rival even the biggest of loser.

I went back to the doctor, and baffled him with my situation. He recommended me to the sleep clinic, where they would put me under study and try to figure out what was wrong with me. I would have to go there and spend all night, lying under their studious gaze. The first time I went, I had an interview with the person in charge. He told me his name and title, but I forgot them within moments of him saying them. He spoke in a heavy accent, Russian, I think. He told me how it would work. A technician would hook me up to all their monitoring systems. They would watch over my blood pressure, heart rate and all other stuff of that nature.

I’d been going to the sleep clinic for 3 months now. I had fallen asleep in the clinic a couple times, but not for long enough for them to collect and usable data. Nobody knew what was wrong with me. An intern was watching over me that night, not a real doctor. I made small talk with her as she connected me to the machines. Her name was Natsumi, she told me I didn’t pronounce it correctly, but I didn’t correct myself. She tried to put me at ease, but I was already. I had become so regular there, that I felt as comfortable there as I did at home.

She left, and I fell asleep for 13 minutes. Not nearly long enough to reach REM sleep, my brain was still working and I was moderately aware of my surroundings. I’ve learned a lot about the human circadian rhythm and sleep cycles, and stuff like that.

Throughout all of this I had managed to keep attendance at my job. I worked at a gas station. Not one of those fancy ones where customers could walk in and browse the shelves. I sat in a booth, surrounded by cigarettes, candy bars and three inches of bulletproof glass on three sides. It was the easiest job anyone could have. Hardly anyone paid in cash anymore, and if they wanted junk food, they would go to one of the larger gas stations, or a convenience store to get them. Over the course of a day, probably three people would come up to the window, behind which I would be sitting, watching television or reading a book.

After work it would be around 11pm, which is when I would go to the clinic. I spent more time there then I did at home now. When I got there, the intern was the only one there, which was understandable, as it was a small place, a couple rooms for patients, an office, and the reception area, and could be run by one person if need be.

She asked me about myself, which was something I loathed. I hated talking about myself, as I wasn’t very interesting, nor did I have anything to talk about. I told her about my sleeping problems instead.

I was hooked up to the machines, lying on their snoozing sofa, and starring needlessly hard at the ceiling. The least they could do is put a television in the room for those who cannot sleep. I had become addicted to watching the news. I did it whenever I could, marveling at the atrocities humans could commit against one another. It was horrible, and yet I couldn’t stop watching it.

The intern had come in to check up on me. I had already forgotten her name. I asked her to repeat it and she laughed. I asked her if she had any coffee and she told me that it would defeat the entire purpose of the clinic to serve coffee to their patients and they might as well hang a Starbucks sign on the front of the building. I didn’t want any coffee, I was just curious as to how she would respond, and what she said had made me laugh.

I hadn’t lost my sense of humor with my sleep, or my ability to communicate, like when I took the heavy medication. I could still read and comprehend things. Being deprived of sleep for 48 hours could be described as a natural high; you have vivid hallucinations, heightened senses and a feeling of incredible creativity. I was not feeling creative, nor was there a boogeyman eating a sandwich across the room.

I had begin to study the effects of sleep deprivation when I wasn’t at the clinic. I would go to the public library and check out all the books dealing with the matter, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I found nothing. Most of the causes of sleep deprivation were self induced. I returned all the books to the library and continued my dreamlike cycle.

I went to the clinic and she called me by my first name, which was a first. She wasn’t a doctor and wasn’t therefore required to follow the strict doctor-patient relationship stipulations, and was able to call me by my first name.
I was usually at the clinic from 11pm to 6am. Sometimes I left early when I couldn’t stand it anymore. There wasn’t a clock in the room, for obvious reasons. I had asked the intern if she would like to go get coffee after my time was done. She told me she didn’t drink coffee, which I thought was weird for someone who works all night. I took this as a simple denial. But then she told me we could get some breakfast, if I liked. I told her I would, and we left it at that.

I fell asleep again. Not for long, only about 20 minutes, I would guess. And nobody was even in the room. I wished I could count the seconds by. Each one felt like an eternity.

She told me about herself over breakfast. She had lived here her whole life. Their parents moved when they were pregnant with her, so she would be a citizen. She was older than me, though, by two years. But that didn’t seem to bother her. I had a cup of coffee and some hotcakes. She had a cheese omelet and orange juice.

I went home and watched the news. I had stopped putting together the Star Wars models. I thought about getting rid of them, but I figured I’d keep them around for awhile longer. Besides, they were kind of neat to look at.

I went to work and felt bored, more so than usual. I had read all of my books, and hadn’t bought more. The news was boring today. But there were more customers than usual tonight, a holiday weekend, so a lot of people were traveling. I was excited to go back to the clinic, which sounds weird to me. A clinic isn’t someplace you usually want to go. But I wanted to see her again.

The time passed slowly, but I was finally able to leave when the person after me arrived 20 minutes early. When I got there, we had small talk as she prepared me for the study, and I told her how I enjoyed having breakfast with her and asked her if we could do it again.

She nodded.

I wake up to my phone ringing. Some sort of funky techno beat ringing in my ears. I don’t recognize it at first, but when I do, I jolt awake to answer it. Before answering I look at the time. It’s 8am, way too early for me. It’s my boss. He wants me to come in two hours early. I set the alarm on my phone. I try to get a little more sleep before I have to go in. I don’t. I wander into the kitchen and sneeze. I have a headache, so I slide some Excedrins down my throat. I sneeze again. I think I’m coming down with a cold. I’m pretty sure there are some Suddafed in the bathroom. I take some. I sneeze again. I pour myself a cup of coffee. It’s not fresh.

I’m at work now. My boss tells me to trim some chicken breasts. I go slowly, the customers don’t like finding appendages in their food (I assume). Three hours after I get there, he tells me I can go. The place is empty.

My car won’t start, I go back inside and pour myself a soda. My boss’s daughter is on the computer behind the counter. My heart starts racing. Not sure if it’s from her, or from the cocktail of drugs and caffeine. My heart is racing. I think of ways to introduce myself. They all sound bad to me. A customer comes in, she helps her. Music floats from her lips, her voice is wonderful. I smile. She hasn’t noticed me sitting at the bar, or at least i don’t think she has. I go back behind the counter to refill my soda. I introduce myself. My heart is racing. we talk for a bit, but I run out of things to say. I forgot about my car. I call home to see if someone can pick me up. Nobody answers.

I walk.

It’s long, but it’s SO WORTH IT. Trust me on this one.

The Valenzetti Equation is a mathematical formula designed to predict the end of the world. Through research of this equation, the end of the world was found to be 4:23:42 pm on April 8th, 2015. This is the significance of the series of numbers: 4:8:15:16:23:42.

It was once stated that “the Dharma Initiative set out to find a way to change the Valenzetti Equation.” Their strategy for avoiding the end of the world was to create a time machine to prevent the world from ever reaching the year 2015, at least in an isolated location where some pocket of humanity could thrive. Perhaps this location could at first be used as an experiment for proof of concept and then perhaps if the process is perfected, the entire Earth can be saved. The island was chosen as this location for one of two reasons: either it was just remote enough that it would be easy to protect it from external disturbance that could disrupt the research, or the island had some intrinsic properties that made it special. I lean towards the former, but I could be swayed either way.

A key piece of the functionality of the time machine was the installation of a gigantic magnet underground beneath the island. This obviously causes the unusual electromagnetic abnormalities experienced there. At some point, probably in the 1980’s (let’s say 1988 for the sake of argument), the time machine was completed. From this point on, the Island exists in a sort of space-time bubble which is separated from the timeline of the rest of the universe. The Swan station is used to reset the machine periodically to always keep the time machine locked at the original start date in 1988. So as long as the Swan is functioning, the island will remain locked in 1988 while the rest of the world/universe proceeds through time normally.

When Desmond/Kelvin discussed how the resetting of the Hatch computer was “saving the world” - this is quite literally true. Keeping the island in 1988 allows them to avoid ever reaching 2015 when humanity is doomed. I believe that after the Hatch was imploded, time on the island would begin moving forward in time with the rest of universe. It would still be locked approximately 19 or 20 years in the past compared to the rest of reality, but it would move forward nonetheless.

Now, a very important concept in this theory is the fact that entering the bubble of the time machine will basically create two separate threads of reality for anyone/anything that enters. So, for example, when the plane crashes onto the island it passes through the boundaries of the time bubble. One “copy” of the plane remains outside in reality where it crashes to the bottom of the ocean and everyone dies in the 2004. The other “copy” enters the island in the year 1988 where many people survive.

Around the perimeter of the island, I believe there is only one way to leave the time bubble. Michael and Walt were given this exact bearing so that they could leave. Whenever anyone else tried to leave on the sailboat, they were unsuccessful because they didn’t know where to leave.

Here is a brief list of some strange anomalies that I think can be explained with this theory:

1. Lock and Rose were healed when they arrived on the island. This is because the only “copy” of them now exists in 1988 when both of them were perfectly healthy.

2. When Naomi crashed on the island she had a phone/communication device that Sayid mentioned was slightly more advanced than anything he had seen. This is because Sayid crashed in 2004. Though he’d only spent what seemed like 90 days on the island, it was probably 2007 or so in reality when Naomi crashed onto the island.

3. Women cannot conceive on the island but they can give birth to babies conceived before they arrived. This is because a child conceived on the island is conceived in the year 1988. This child does not exist in the true reality. The termination of the pregnancy is part of the universe’s course correction (we will address course correction in detail shortly).

4. Desmond’s premonitions. Desmond is different from the other people in the Lost crew. He did not crash on a plane and theoretically never died in reality. So when he arrives at the island, there now exist TWO living copies of Desmond in separate threads of reality. One remains in 1988 while the other moves forward through time. This would explain perfectly why he can see into the future.

5. Walt appears to have aged more than everyone else when he returns to the island after having left it. It’s possible that Walt and Michael leave for a number of years before returning to the island. Very little time has passed on the island compared to how much time they spent in the real world during their time away. This plays into a statement from Lost co-creator Damon Lindelof: “We’ve always known Malcolm was going to grow faster than we could shoot the show. And we planned for it. Trust us. Please trust us.” If Walt’s age abnormality was always planned, that should indicate that some sort of time plot was planned from the start.

6. The Other known as Richard doesn’t appear to age. He is also known to have left island at some point(s). I’m not sure exactly how this would tie in, but it could be a clue to his state.

7. The Others seem to be able to gather incredibly detailed information about the survivors in an extremely short period of time. Since it’s 1988 on the island and it’s the future outside the island, if the Others can use DHARMA’s equipment to access contacts on the other side, they can get answers from the future.

8. Christian Shephard. His body was on the plane that crashed. Perhaps his body going back in time brought him back to life on the island (similar to the healings of Locke/Rose). This could account for his empty coffin, the fact that he’s been seen on the island (which, of course, could also just be another hallucination), and the fact that Jack refers to him in the flashforward as being alive. The crash would’ve created 2 copies of his body – one in the 2004 reality plane (dead) and a resurrected 1988 one on the island. This is a different scenario from survivors of the crash who die on the island, ending the life of the only remaining copy of themselves. Additionally, Christian was seen in one of the online videos instructing Vincent to wake Jack. This seems impossible to be a hallucination (unless the dog was hallucinating?) and the fact that Christian goes off alone rather than joining the other survivors indicates to me that he has some pre-existing knowledge or ties to the island. After I wrote this, I watched last night’s new episode and seeing Christian in the cabin has reinforced this a bit!

9. Locke began to lose feeling in his legs when he was near the ‘?’ area on the map. It’s entirely possible that this was just a ruse by Locke to somehow manipulate Boone, but I think it’s somewhat likely that the ‘?’ area, being located in the center of the island’s time machine, is the location of the portal that connects the two threads of reality. Locke’s proximity to this area could have been what caused him to begin reverting back to his paralyzed state.

I can’t directly explain all of the tremendous coincidences that occur between characters (Hurley’s lotto with the numbers, Yemi’s plane crashing on the island, the “real” Sawyer being Locke’s dad thing, etc. etc.) but I feel very confident that all of those things have to do with the concept of “course correction” by the universe. As Desmond explained in relation to Charlie’s death - you can only postpone it, but the universe will eventually catch up and correct itself. I think that this, on a broader scale, it’s what’s happening on the show as the universe tries to get back on course and correct itself to appropriately end humanity at the scheduled date and undo the attempts to prevent our demise with a time machine.

The universe orchestrates what seems to be an absurdly complex string of coincidences and interconnectedness between characters in order to create the right set of variables for that plane to crash on the island and those people to inadvertently destroy the time machine and put the world back on its course for destruction.

This concept of “course correction” as a plot device is, in my opinion, a brilliant tool for the writers of the show. It allows them to weave an intricate network of plot elements that seem ridiculously impossible and complex, but all those otherwise unexplainable loose ends can be tied together in the form of universal course correction.

I suspect that course correction may come into play more in the future of the show where we will see many or all of the characters who were “supposed to die” in the plane crash facing inevitable and inescapable death as the universe is catching up to them. This, obviously, is just a wild guess for the future of the show.

A little side note that ties into this theory: I believe the Polar Bears on the island are a reference to the concept of being in danger of extinction. Humans are using the island as their means to try to fend off extinction and the polar bear is an iconic animal when it comes to endangerment. The choice of these animals as a research species on the island could simply be a piece of symbolism by the Lost writers.