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Reality Shifts
The hundreds of first-hand accounts of reality shifts (aka: mind-matter interaction MMI, quantum jumping, glitches in the Matrix) on this and the following pages have been collected and shared through Cynthia Sue Larson's RealityShifters since 1999. Special issues focusing on particular types of reality shifts (such as: the Dead seen Alive Again, Seeing Loved Ones Before They Arrive, Invisibility, Walking through Walls, etc.) can be found by browsing through the RealityShifters archives and subscribing to the (free) monthly ezine. Hundreds of stories are reported through the next 128 pages on this web site, and the phenomenon is documented in the best-selling book, Reality Shifts: When Consciousness Changes the Physical World.

Vanishing/Reappearing Coin
Normally 'normal' David
New York

I found the aftermath of reading about reality shifts quite interesting because I had experienced some unusual occurrences and coincidences in the past, when I first came across Carlos Castaneda's descriptions of his escapades with Don Juan and Jane's Roberts' Seth-book series, but things pretty much settled down to being normal after that. Then, just a day after I read your messages, I reached into one of my side pockets to get some change (actually a quarter) that I knew was there only to find it wasn't! I stopped and pulled out everything that was in my pocket, looked inside my leather key fold and between the dollar bills I was carrying to see if had somehow gotten mixed in with them, and then, because I was sure the quarter must be somewhere, *twice* reached into and felt around my pocket and found it totally empty. I then put everything back in my pocket and continued walking on. A half a block later, I again put my hand in my pocket in disbelief that the quarter hadn't been there, and there it was again, right in finger reach. This, of course, brought your post to back to mind. The whole thing was pleasantly eerie/funny.

Vanishing/Reappearing Book

I'd like to share an experience that I'm still shaking my head over. I borrowed a book from a friend called What To Expect When You're Expecting. I've kept this book on one particular shelf for two years. It has a very distinctive cover. I went to get it down to return it to my friend, only to find it gone! I carefully examined the shelf, then went out and got a replacement copy. Home again to see my friend's own book on that shelf! Yowsa!

Appearing/Disappearing Train
June, Colorado

This reality shift experience took place one day in 1979 or 1980 in Modesto, California. I will never forget this experience, nor my feelings during it. I would like to add here that nothing like this has ever happened to me since that day. I am a very down-to-earth person who is not given to flights of fancy.

The day of my reality shift experience began as a normal type of day. I was not ill, nor was I taking any medication at the time. I finished my breakfast, and got in my car heading for work. When I reached the stoplight at the intersection of highway 99 I needed to cross in order to continue the few blocks to my place of employment, the light turned green and I began to cross. There were railroad tracks on the other side of the street which I would have to cross over, flanked with the normal railroad/street barriers that come down with flashing lights when a train is coming.

At this point, I had a strange feeling as time SEEMED to slow down and SOMETHING FELT STRANGE. I knew no train was coming, because the barrier and lights were not activated. As I approached the train tracks... IMMEDIATELY a train WAS RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME APPEARING OUT OF NOWHERE. I slammed on my brakes and looked right into the face of the engineer... and saw his face was passive as though he did not even see me... then due to the slamming on of my brakes, my car whirled around several times in the street. When the car stopped, I was facing back the way I had come. At the traffic light was one car with a driver whose passive face seemed to indicate he did not even see me. While shaking from the fright of the experience and after waiting a few moments, I righted my car to the direction I needed to go and looked for that train. There was no train for as far as I could see, and at no time did any barrier with lights ever come on. It is important to state here that BEFORE I had begun my original crossing of the street, there had been several cars at the light... and when I came to my whirly stop, there was only ONE car at that intersection. All this took place in just a few moments of time. I then continued down the street toward my place of work, shaking very badly. I have never been able to understand this occurrence, and to this day am still very puzzled by it.

Changing Store Hours

In the Fall of 1990 in Ottawa, I lived within walking distance of a supermarket that my friends and I quite liked, for the main reason that it was open every night until eleven o'clock. One night, however, when I wanted to go to the supermarket, my friends were telling me I couldn't go - it was too late, and the store was closed. It was only ten o'clock, and when I reminded them the store was always open until eleven, they thought I was crazy, telling me that of course I knew the store was always only open until ten. We walked down to the store, each hoping to prove ourselves right, but when we got there, the store was closed, and the little sticker timetable on the door - which had obviously been there for at least months (and in the place of the one I had always seen before) - said the store was always only open until ten. The next day when we went, the other sticker timetable was back, and the store was open until eleven, and had always been open until eleven. Neither of my friends seemed to notice that we had slipped into that other reality for a night. They seemed to be as much a part of the shift as the store was - for them, it WAS always open until ten on the night it was, and the next night, of COURSE it was always open until eleven. Sometimes this sort of thing avoids itself in conversation; it's just hard to remember to talk about reality shifts with people who don't remember them.

Flowers, Glasses, & Whipping Cream

My family experienced so many reality shifts when I was growing up that we began to suspect some 'thing' of taking things, moving things, etc. Of course, there were the general accusations - I remember the time little plastic flowers appeared in one of the houseplants, and everyone thought I'd put them there. I was six at the time, and had noticed the flowers there, and wondered where they had come from. It felt so freaky to be accused of this that I was laughing nervously, which made my parents think I really had done it. Weird. My mother's glasses simply vanished off the top of the piano one day. My favourite instance, and certainly the most elaborate, was the time we went to get the big bowl of fresh whipped cream out of the refrigerator for the apple pie. The bowl was gone. Gone. It was a really big bowl - the kind you have to hold in two hands, with handles out at the sides, the kind of bowl you can hold in your arms. Of course, the accusations went around, the pleading, but when it was finally decided that nobody in the family had taken and hidden it, we simply ate the apple pie without whipped cream. An hour later, my mother looked into the refrigerator to get something else, and there was the big bowl of whipped cream - and it was still cold!

Finding Oedi-Paws Rex

When I was a boy, I had an Irish setter named Rip (short for Europides). Ever since then I've always loved the breed, how beautiful they are! Yet setters had developed a reputation for having become headstrong, highly strung, and over-bred ever since the Disney movie Big Red. So I thought I'd like to get an Irish setter-Golden retriever mix for my next dog, thinking that the more placid demeanor of Goldens would help balance the more highly strung setters -- yet by finding a mix, there'd hopefully still be some of the more flowing lines of the setter. The trouble was that almost everyone who had a Golden tended to breed them with other Goldens, and the same was true of the setters. But I allowed my fantasy to go to the next stage, of not only visualizing what the dog would look like, but actually naming it. If I could ever find such a dog I was gonna name it Oedi-paws Rex (Rex for short).

At this time I was working weekends as an apprentice learning how to run a charter fishing boat. (The one I was working on was berthed at Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco). The very next day after hitting upon what I would name the dog, I was cleaning out the garbage left on the boat after a day of salmon fishing. I noticed an ad in the San Francisco Chronicle newspaper's classified advertisements for a 6 month old puppy, half Irish setter, half golden retriever. It was strange to find the very thing I wanted listed in the paper, the very next day after coming up with the name -- because I had been looking for such a dog for many months.

I immediately called the phone number listed. The woman answering the phone at the other end said, "Hello, this is PAWS"

"What does PAWS stand for?"

"Pets Are Wonderful Support--we're a support agency for people who have life threatening illnesses and need help in keeping their pets."

I told her I was responding to the add for the puppy that was part Irish setter and part Golden (that I was gonna name Oedi-PAWS Rex). "Oh," she said, "his name is REX--he's owned by a man dying of AIDS who can no longer keep him."

And Rex and I have been together ever since.

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