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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.

Reality Shift Shock
Laurie and Marc
Cape Coral, Florida, USA

I love your monthly E-zine and your YouTube videos.  I want to write about yet another reality shift or parallel universe my husband and I experienced about a month ago.  It took us a long time to process it in our minds, and we still cannot make sense of it, except that it must have been a reality shift. Thursday is our normal trash pickup day by the city.  There is an exception to this rule when there is a holiday during the week.  In that case, the trash pickup day is put off a day.  For example, if Monday is a holiday, then they pick up the trash on Friday instead of Thursday. This always has been true and it is on the city’s website as a fact, too. Nothing has changed. Well, I am not sure what holiday it was a couple of months ago, but Monday was a holiday, so on Wednesday evening we did not put out the trash and recycling bins like we usually do for early morning Thursday pickup.  However, we noticed that several of our neighbors did put out their trash, and we always chuckle at how some people never remember the exception for holidays, that trash pickup is the day following the normal day.  So, we had our laugh at the neighbors who put out their trash on Wednesday night.  Well, it turns out that the joke was on us! Normally, on Thursday mornings when they make the rounds for trash pickup I can hear those big trucks early in the morning in the distance before they get to our neighborhood.  The brakes are very squeaky and when the automated arm picks up the bins and dumps the contents into the truck it is loud enough to wake me up, even a couple hours before they get to our area.  That Thursday morning it was quiet as a cemetery with no truck noises and hardly any traffic noises at all as a matter of fact.  That reassured me that there was no trash pickup that day, and confirmed the fact that the pickup would be a day late as expected because of the holiday on Monday. Well, when my husband came home from work and when I drove around running errands, we both saw that those people who left out their trash and recycling bins had been picked up on Thursday!  The trucks had not even been in the neighborhood!  When they are picked up, a lot of them fall over on their sides, and the lids are left open, so we can see that pickup was done.  We saw that every driveway that left trash out had the bins picked up!  We thought for sure that we screwed up by not leaving our trash out or that there was a new schedule for trash pickup that we didn’t know about. So, Thursday evening we decided to put our trash out anyway, despite the others being picked up that morning.  To our astonishment, the same people that put their trash out the day before put their trash out AGAIN on Friday along with us, and everything was picked up AGAIN from the same people the day before and ours was picked up as well as the whole neighborhood’s trash and recycling! What's so weird is that there was no trash collection that Thursday, yet the people who had trash bins and recycling bins out were picked up because most of them were tipped over and empty. I was home all day and didn't see or hear trucks on Thursday. You can't miss the noise they make! So how did the few people's trash get picked up on Thursday, and why would they put out their trash again the next day for pickup? It's all spooky to me! We are still stunned at this.  We figure we got involved in some parallel universe or shift in reality.  Since both my husband and I noticed this anomaly, we figure this is not a figment of our imagination or a lapse in memory.  What do you think?

Note from Cynthia: Wow, your experience with witnessing two trash pick-up days in a row is truly amazing. It reminds me a bit of how my mother has noticed that over the years, trash day seems to come sooner and sooner--until the point that "It's always garbage day," but the only place I've visited where that actually proves to be true was downtown Manhattan in New York City, where that much garbage really does need to be hauled off each and every morning. Your description of all the details associated with evidence of witnessing your neighbors' trash having been picked up a day early sounds detailed, and it's also worth noting that both you and your husband observed numerous signs that there had been a Thursday morning trash collection that week, despite the fact that apparently the garbage collectors returned to collect trash again the next morning as well. You're right about all the noise those garbage trucks make, and how obvious it is when they're around, due to the din. Thanks so much for sharing this experience, as I'm sure you must not be the only ones to have noticed garbage-day related reality shifts, and I'll be interested to find out how many others have observed similar discrepancies.


Nail Polish Reappeared

Disappearing/Reappearing Nail Polish and Barrette
Atlanta, Georgia

The most amazing thing happened last Friday. I went to Iowa to visit family, among other things, and I took a bottle of nail polish so that I could touch up my nails while I was there. On the way home, I lost that bottle of nail polish. Just to give a few details, the nail polish came open in my purse, and leaked onto the bottle, causing one of my hair barrettes to get stuck on it. I arrived home on Monday, and I went through all of my things when I got home, looking for that nail polish. I dumped the entire contents of my purse out onto my bed, but the only thing I could find was the paper napkin I had wrapped the bottle in to keep it from getting all over everything. My purse was not a large purse, and I emptied EVERYTHING out of it looking for that nail polish. Monday night I slept over at a friend's house. On Tuesday morning when I got back home again, I searched my car, my suitcase from Iowa, and again my purse, and found no nail polish. On Wednesday morning (this morning), I had to go to whole foods to do my monthly volunteer work to pick up food donations for the homeless. I always go to the bakery department first, where they always have a shopping cart loaded down with large garbage bags full of the donuts, bagels and pastries they have collected for donation. Today there were two large trash bags full of donations, and the bags were so heavy I could barely push the cart. I took NOTHING in with me but my car fob which i had placed in my pocket. I left my purse in the car, because I knew my hands would be full and occupied with the grocery cart. Anyway, I pushed the cart outside to my car, and started unloading the donuts. The bags were so heavy i could hardly pick them up, and so a man stopped and helped me get them out. When we lifted the last HUGE trashbag out of the cart, there was my nail polish bottle with my hair barrette attached to it! How the heck did that nail polish and hair barrette get into that buggy underneath all of those heavy bags?!? I took absolutely nothing in with me, because it was pouring down rain, and i did not want water to ruin my nice leather Coach handbag, or my phone. So where did that nail polish and barrette come from? That just blew me away! The hair barrette was not actually attached to the bottle--it was just in the bottom of the buggy with the bottle. Isn't that interesting? You can see by this photograph the size of the nail polish compared to the size of the purse. That large of a bottle of nail polish would've been easy to spot inside that purse when I dumped it out.  I was wearing a pair of tight jeans--well not skin tight, but you know, normal jeans for a woman, with a T-shirt a scarf and a raincoat. I had not seen the nail polish for two days, because the last time I saw the nail polish was on Monday and it reappeared on Wednesday. So the clothes I put on on Wednesday morning were not the clothes that I wore on Monday. There is no way that nail polish could have gotten in those clothes! It is just an amazing event to me. I can't stop thinking about it. Just to make it clear, there was nothing that I had on Wednesday that I wore in iowa. I did not have on the same clothes and everything that I had in Iowa  was still packed in my suitcase at home. I cannot make any connection whatsoever with anything in my possession on Monday with anything in my possession Wednesday when I went to Whole Foods. There is absolutely no connection whatsoever for the nail polish to be transported to that buggy by me. I did not take the coat to Iowa.   The only possible common thread was my purse, but my purse was emptied out on my bed on Monday and Tuesday looking for that nail polish. I cannot imagine that I would not be able to find it in my purse. My purse is small and there's not much inside of it. Not to mention the fact that my purse was left in the car when I went inside the store, so there was absolutely no connection with any of my personal items and that shopping cart!

Note from Cynthia:Thank you SO much for sharing your amazing experience--how truly extraordinary! I love how you describe the sequence of events leading up to the surprise return of your nail polish--in the buggy for the food donations! And obviously if the nail polish and barrette were clipped to your hair or coat or something, or up your coat sleeve, you would have noticed. I'm especially impressed that you were not wearing anything that might possibly have been hiding a sneaky nail polish castaway that could then later fall out into the cart--and there's no way it would have been able to leap out of your purse all the way over to the buggy, either. And since you'd already completely emptied out your purse, and you'd left your purse in the car at the time you noticed the nail polish showing up in the buggy, that seems just about impossible.  So once all other possible explanations are exhausted, that leads us to your having experienced some kind of teleportation event involving your nail polish and hair barrette! This photo makes the whole situation crystal-clear for anyone who might possibly still be incredulous. And if that's the nail polish in question, it's SUPER obvious that it will stand out if it's in the purse, thanks to it's brilliant color! .

PK Ability After Seeing UFO
Farmington, New Mexico, USA

Thought I would tell of one day back 2000 when I was in Farmington, picking up my nephew to bring him over to visit. Heavy rain was pouring down, and I went driving to pick up my nephew, who was seven years old at the time. The clouds were a thick grey. I happened to look up, and saw that there were two metallic, grey zeppelins, that were circling each other and moving across the sky at a high rate of speed.  I watched as they traveled from East to West, rapidly covering a lot of ground. My son was a teen then, and he witnessed the same thing. My nephew then got into the car, and we went to my house. When we got home, I sat at the kitchen table, and for fun balanced a pencil on the rim of a drinking glass. I thought that I could move the pencil if I concentrated hard enough, so I moved my fingers towards the pencil. To my complete astonishment, without touching the pencil with my fingers an inch away, I held my breath. I saw the pencil spun slowly, and moved slowly. I called my son and nephew over to show them. I balanced the pencil again. My nephew reached his hand over toward the pencil and didn't touch it, and it moved. Then my son tried it, and it moved again. This kinetic energy lasted over thirty minutes, if that's the proper term. Then the effect dissipated. We tried and tried to move the pencil balanced on the rim of the drinking glass, to no avail. We couldn't move the pencil without touching it.. Some how the UFO type zeppelins exerted an electromagnetic field that effected out bodies enabling my nephew, my son and myself to exert telekinetic abilities artificially. What prompted me to balance a pencil on the rim of a glass? I have tried on several occasions to see if telekinesis was actually possible. I suppose I tried balancing the pencil just to do it not having any sort of inclination that the said craft would have any residual effect. And it was entirely a surprise that the pencil moved at all. I was astonished to see this happen!

Note from Cynthia:Thanks so much for sharing your experience with having seen a couple of zeppelins in the sky, and experiencing post-UFO psychokinetic abilities. 


HIPPA used to be well known as the Health Information Patient Privacy Act.  I saw someone receive an "update or download".  I asked her what HIPPA is, she stated as above...then I told her it was HIPAA.  "No that's correct people just misspell it HIPPA." She was a Congressional aid when it was legislated, and completely believes it was always HIPAA.  I showed her the flip flop article. "That's  just a typo.". I pointed out a typo would be consistently wrong not both wrong and right.  I found the actual legal law and it is half and half....yet she would rather believe that it was a typo!

Note from Cynthia:Wow, you're right--this poor author does look incompetent, now that HIPPA has mysteriously become HIPAA.

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