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Quantum Jumps
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 here in this "Your RealityShifter Stories" section of this web site, and the phenomenon is documented in the best-selling books, Reality Shifts: When Consciousness Changes the Physical World, and Quantum Jumps: An Extraordinary Science of Happiness and Prosperity.

A Very Different Oscar the Cat and Friend Phil
Moriah Morningstar
Magic Valley, Idaho, USA

I just wanted to share today's journal entry with you since it is about reality switching. 8-31-15 Monday: Ornery Oscar is back. I miss Oscars, but I missed Oscar too. He’s the cat Aaron brought to me and I fell in love with him. I had him for well over 3 years before the switch happened two days ago. Oscar has a chubbier face and a different personality. He woke me up this morning at 6:00 pawing my arm. I stretched it out for him. He snuggled with me a bit, but he doesn’t purr and rub against me like Oscars did (Oscar's purr is different and so is his contact with me—he’s more reserved). He will follow me outside like Oscars did, but not as obsessively. He followed me out to the southwest corner of my property this morning where I was pulling weeds. When I finished I picked ‘him’ up like I always do when I finish my work and he growled at me like he always did. Oscars never, ever growled when I picked him up. He would settle down in my arms and enjoy the ride. I’d bring him back to the house and put him down. I carried Oscar away from the area and put him down as soon as I got close to the shed. I don’t want him on the neighbor’s property or close to the cliff edge. I knew Oscars was a different cat and I know I will see him again. Our worlds are too close to not have an exchange with each other. It’s such a bizarre thing to think about—Oscars with another me in another world. Is he sensing the change too? What is the other me like? I missed chubby-faced Oscar for such a long time, even though Oscars is so sweet and loving. Eventually I stopped thinking about him until the other night when the switch happened. I see different Phils too. The Phil with a thin face has been out steady for months, with the exception of the Rotary beer fest. I went with Aaron; Phil was working at the gate and I instantly knew he was a different Phil. His face was… I can see it so clear in my mind but it’s hard to describe. It was not the Phil that has a chubbier face, or the one with the broader forehead. This Phil is the best looking one out of the 4 Phils that I see. I also prefer his personality over the others. I stared at him in amazement because I hadn’t seen him in months. I told him he looked very handsome in his rotary shirt, and he did, but it was his different face I was referring too. I’m so sad I lost that Phil. I haven’t seen him since I hugged him good-bye at the beer fest. What surprises me the most about parallel worlds is their almost exact duplicate of each other. If I’m in a different world why does my house look exactly the same? Did Oscars switch and not me? But even when I do switch (like when I left the world where Columbus Day was celebrated on the 11th and entered the one where it’s celebrated on the 12th) everything looks exactly the same.

Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for sharing your experience noticing a very different Oscar the cat, and friend Phil. What comes to mind for me most often is a sense of wonder at the dream-like nature of reality. Just as in dreams where someone or something suddenly changes and we seldom take much time to marvel about that, or what other versions of ourselves and others are up to, these changes in our daily lives can bring us to a deeper understanding of the illusory nature of physical reality and 'facts.' Just as the more we learn about quantum logic, we find that classical Boolean logic is a special case subset, we can also see that our ability to know what we're seeing improves as our mental map of understanding and comprehension improves. We can now know that 'facts' really do change--and that can be a good thing.


Pickles at McDonalds
Rotterdam, Netherlands

I don’t know if you remember but one time I’ve told you a shift story and you posted it in the newsletter of june 2014 about McDonalds. This summer again something happened with it! I wasn’t high or something. The burgers didn’t get any juicier but this must be a shift or people are just getting more retarded (hard to believe if you count the facts). Let me share it with you. I’ve sent my mom to McDonalds to get me a quarter pounder and a double cheeseburger. The problem is that I don’t like gherkins/pickles. I always ask without and never had problems so far with the order for 2 years but this time I had. My mom went to McDonalds and said my order without gherkins. So she came back home and NO way, the gherkins were there! I though omg my mom forgot to tell them, and she said stop blaming me because its on the sticker on the burger and it says "zonder augurk," meaning without gherkins. So the people that worked there couldn’t make a mistake anyhow they did whatever. I didn’t think much about it. My mom went back and ordered again "a quarter pounder" and "double cheeseburger" without gherkins and said to the manager, "Please don’t put gherkins again on it again." The manager apologized and went to the people that prepare it to warn them (my mom saw this in front of here since its an open kitchen). Then the manager personally gave the bag with the food to my mom. My mom wanted to check it by opening the bag and the burger package, but the manager said, “No, no, don’t worry—you saw I told the chefs, and I actually also tested it myself!” So my mom believed it, and quickly came home. To my biggest surprise, there was no gherkin in the quarter pounder, but there was in the double cheeseburger. I thought NO way are those people retarded or lazy. They actually work hard. So how did this happen? My mom again went back to McDonalds. She told the manager that she didn’t know how this could happen. Because she told the chef and more importantly, she checked it. So the manager gave us a coupon for free food for the next time, and apologized. This McDonalds event might be just a dumb and lazy fault of the chef, but how many mistakes can someone make? I mean, the manager went to the chef the second time, and told him do not put gherkins on it—how can you forget? So my mom and I think something spooky is going on in that McDonalds of our town, because a lot of strange things happen. For example the event I’ve told you that you posted on your newsletter of June 2014.

Note from Cynthia: Yes, I do remember your previous experience with reality shifts at McDonald's! In these experiences you share in which everyone involved from your mother to the manager to the line chef on down knew for sure that no pickles were to be included in your hamburger--it really does sound like reality shifts occurred. Especially when your mother returned to the McDonald's and specifically pointed out that was the problem before. I've had similarly weird situations in restaurants that I've also previously documented on realityshifters, having to do with my preferring my glass of water without ice in it, and having it arrive that way despite my not (in my memory) having asked the waitress for that special treatment. When I questioned her, she insisted I had requested my water with no ice, yet I know for sure that's not what I said! So these food-related reality shifts are likely happening all the time, in many variations.

Remembering Expresso
New Braunfels, Texas, USA

Expresso is now gone and it has become espresso. I'm not sure if I want to drink this new stuff. What was wrong with the old coffee? Espresso, really? I had been Googling expresso looking for a new pot to replace a cracked one and expresso had always been the spelling until recently. Our memory, needless to say, will forever be our only proof of a change. My roommate, Joanne, lived in Italy for several years and she agrees that it was always expresso. This timeline comes complete with an explanation from the Grammarist of why some of us remembered the "other" spelling, "Espresso vs. expresso Expresso started as a misspelling of espresso, which came to English from Italian and refers to a strong, pressure-brewed coffee. But because expresso has so often appeared in place of espresso, we can perhaps consider it a variant. And indeed, some dictionaries now list it as such. This doesn’t change the fact that many English speakers consider expresso wrong, however, and some will no doubt continue to do so no matter how common it becomes. So if you don’t want anyone to think you’re wrong, espresso is the safer choice. It’s also worth noting that expresso is the French word for the pressure-brewed coffee, and this perhaps has had some small influence on English usage.” Joanne, my son, myself, and a mutual friend all agree that it always was expresso only and there was no other name for it at all. Joanne loved calligraphy and, in Italy, they always extended the bottom right of the "x" to underline the rest of the word. Also, this change occured in the last few days because, as I said, I've been searching for a replacement pot and, all of a sudden, the search was being corrected to, instead, show results for "espresso". Previous searches did not correct me so that means that the timeline shift occurred in the last couple of days. My son said he'll never call it "espresso"; sounds too wimpy... What amazes me about these timeline changes is that I never feel any physical effects like a shiver or a sudden jiggle or something. The shifts all seem to be very seamless without no outward clues that something is happening. Talk with your coffee drinker friends.

Note from Cynthia: That's really fascinating that your roommate, Joanne, who lived in Italy agrees that it was always spelled 'expresso.' The fact that both of you remember it this way is very compelling to me. This particular shift is one that resonates for me, too, though I haven't regularly been checking it, and thus am not quite as startled by the change.

Clocking in While Dreaming
Green Bay, Wisconsin, USA

I really enjoy your stories on shifting realities. I would like to share the following story: My son works at a hospital about 6 blocks from his home. One night he had a dream that he was at work walking the halls. This dream seemed so “real” to him. A couple days later his work supervisor asked him why he had clocked in to work for 1 hour between 2 and 3 AM. He told her about the dream but claimed he never left his house. He has never had an issue with sleep walking so decided to check with the security office as they had security cameras that recorded activity in the hospital. They watched the recordings covering all of the enter/exit doors and even the camera by the time clock that he supposedly used. They found no evidence of him being there!

Note from Cynthia: Thanks for sharing this extraordinary experience your son had of dreaming a very realistic dream of being at work, and later being asked about why he clocked in between 2am and 3am! People are most likely to experience reality shifts and quantum jumps involving bilocation and teleportation when meditating or lucid dreaming (it's happened to me a couple of times), so I've got a feeling this sort of thing may be happening a good deal more than many people realize!

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