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.
The Rip Van Winkle Caper
Mark
Youngstowon, Ohio, USA
I had something interesting happen to me, just this morning.
Some years back, I just caught the end of a Twilight Zone episode which was
on right before another show that I wanted to watch. (I don't remember what
that other show was--it is possible that it was another Twilight Zone
episode--but maybe not) It sucked because I saw the twist ending that so
many of those Twilight Zone episodes had, and it spoiled it, for me. I
didn't know what the name of that episode was for a while, but, at some
point, I decided to try looking it up on the internets, and I was able to
find out that the episode was named: "The Rip Van Winkle Caper." After
that, I read different articles, reviews, opinion pieces, etc. at different
times about the episode. What did I have to lose? The episode had already
been spoiled, for me. I don't want to give away too much about it, (and
spoil it for you) but I, personally, hate capitalism, and I interpreted the
episode as having an anti-capitalism message, which is why I read more
about that specific episode than I have about most other Twilight Zone
episodes. (though I'll acknowledge that there are other ways of
interpreting it) Anyway, in all that I have read about the episode, it had
always mentioned that there were five robbers in the episode. I don't know
why, but it kind of felt wrong, to me, that there were five instead of
four. Four seemed more "correct" for that episode, even though there was no
reason, that I could tell, that that should be the case. I think that the
last time that I read about that episode in an article was only a few weeks
back, and, as best I can remember, the article mentioned that there were
five robbers in the episode. So, anyway, a little over a week, or so, ago,
I looked ahead to try to see which Twilight Zone episodes were going to be
on because I knew that The Syfy channel was going to be having a New Year's
marathon of Twilight Zone episodes, as they seem to ever year. I managed to
find that The Rip Van Winkle Caper was going to be on this morning, so I
remembered it and made it a point to, finally, watch the full episode for
the first time, this morning, as I did. (It was on at a convenient time for
me.) I was very surprised when I watched the episode and saw that there
were only four robbers in the episode! In the past seven, or so, hours, I
read a few parts of articles about the episode, online, and, now, they all
say that there were only four robbers--even one of the ones that I read, in
the past! You have written that you seem to have these shifts happen to you
more than most people--or, at least, that you seem to notice them more than
most people. Have you ever had that happen to you? Have you ever though
that something doesn't seem right, only to wake up the next morning and
find that things have changed to make the thing that didn't seem right
change into something that did seem right?
Note from Cynthia:Thanks so much for writing to me regarding this
fascinating experience! I love how you paid such close attention to such a
measureable observable detail--the number of robbers in the RipVan Winkle
Caper Twilight Zone episode--and lo and behold, when you finally get to see
the episode in its entirety after reading all those articles about it, the
number of robbers is the number that felt right to you which had been so
different from what everyone else had said! Yes, I have had the experience
in which a book that seemed to me to be a perfect example of an author not
really having their heart in the work one day completely transformed. I'd
felt so sorry for that book and the author, wishing they could write about
metaphysical topics without feeling so obviously apologetic, nervous and
uncertain--and one day when I told a friend about the book, and got it down
off my shelf (the very same exact copy I'd read cover-to-cover recently),
it was like a completely different book all the way through! Gone were all
signs of hesitancy, embarrassment, and what-not, and now the book seemed
confident, informative, and exciting with a distinct sense of enthusiasm in
place of sheepishness!
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Tank Guy Rampage now occurred at different
time
"Bartholomew"
Berkeley, California, USA
Do you remember Shawn Nelson, the guy in San Diego who stole
the tank? I recall him doing this in 1994. Now it was 1995. No big deal but
weird. In my timeline I remember listening on the radio in my apartment I
was living in 1994. It was a brief story. If it had happened in May 1995,
the Oklahoma City incident would have dominated the account of the tank
story. Also, I would have seen it on the news (I heard it on radio) and it
would have been endlessly discussed. It wasn't. I lived in an apartment in
1994 when I heard of the man who stole a tank and ran it on the freeway.
The cops shot him. I heard it on the radio while lying on my floor
mattress. The radio host mentioned it by saying "What did he do,
run over a donut store or something?" I don't remember more made of
it. In 1995 I moved to where there was a TV. I saw the Oklahoma
City bombing on TV. I don't remember anyone stealing a tank after that. If
someone had I would have seen it replayed on TV with talking heads
wondering if he was a militia sympathizer. It would have been a big
deal. I never saw in on TV. Nor do I remember anything linking Shawn
Nelson, or "tank man," to any militia movement, or much discussion of
militia's in the mainstream media at that time when I was listening to the
radio in 1994. Now, Shawn Nelson "always" stole the tank for in May 1995.
It is possible that my memory is off but this is weird! What is
really strange if you do a google search is that very little discussion
compared Nelson to McVeigh although one would think there would be.
Note from Cynthia: Wow, that's interesting that you notice
there's now a shift of a year between when you recall the famous tank heist
and rampage occurred, and what current historical records now assert.
Fascinating! You make excellent points regarding the way you'd likely not
have heard much about the tank guy at all if indeed it really did happen in
May 1995, amidst bigger news stories of the time. This is such a cool
recollection, and with all these details you remember, I can certainly
appreciate how weird it must now seem to have this event "always having
taken place" in May 1995.
Mentally Eliminating Pain
William Howery
Howard County, Maryland, USA
In 1959, I was in the 9 th grade at Fairfax High School. Not
the one in California, the one in Northern
Virginia. I was a typical jock who wanted to play on the football team. It
was the perfect sport to learn about pain. Coach Moeller gave us
some very simple exercises that could be extremely painful. The leg
lift exercise was the most painful. While lying on your back you
lift your legs several inches off the ground, up and down on command. On
the last command, you hold them up indefinitely. As the muscles in your
abdomen and thighs begin to burn, the pain increases until you must drop
your legs to stop the pain. Everyone already knew how to resolve this
painful situation. “If it hurts, drop it.” That
seemed like the easy way out. Why not tackle the pain as a challenge? I
came up with a theory to overcome the pain: “If I could distract
my mind’s attention away from the pain by tricking it to focus
on something else, I should be able to manipulate my awareness of the
pain.” My plan was to work out some mental exercises that might
help control the thoughts racing through my mind.Our brain never stops. So,
how do you interrupt the pain signals in your brain? Also, our thoughts
cannot communicate with our subconscious brain. So, how do you ask your
subconscious brain to change the pain signals? Never say never. It is well
known that 9 th graders already know everything. I taught myself to use
focused attention concentration to temporarily freeze the
brain’s processing of the pain signals. This brief interruption
provides the brain an opportunity to alter the dominant pain signals and
create new neuropathways with different signals to regions of the brain
that process pain
and fear. Within seven days, I found a way to mentally control my pain.
Coach Moeller noticed all his football players doing leg lifts had dropped
their legs in pain, EXCEPT me. This ground-breaking discovery changed my
life. The dentist no longer needed to use Novocain for my fillings, crowns
and root canals. The surgeon did not need to use anesthesia or Novocain for
my oral surgery. I also avoided the adverse effects from Novocain,
anesthesia and opioid pain drugs. Most important, I do not experience the
slightest sensation of pain. When my colonoscopy was scheduled, I convinced
the doctor to perform the procedure without anesthesia. The Operating Room
Nurse seemed concerned. She stood beside me and said, “This will
be painful without anesthesia, but I will talk you through the
entire procedure.” When the doctor started, the OR Nurse only
stared at the monitor. She stepped away from the table and did not say
another word. After the procedure, I by-passed the recovery room and
dressed. Before leaving, I asked the OR Nurse why she had stopped talking
to me. She explained, “I was fascinated by your heart rate. Your
pulse immediately dropped from 70 to 55 beats per minute. I KNEW YOU WERE
DOING SOMETHING TO STOP THE PAIN.” I was impressed with
this demonstration by my brain. But, there was no rush for me to reveal my
discovery because no one was ready to believe it. Almost 60 years later, no
one is ready to believe it. You may recall a time when nobody was ready to
believe that the earth is not flat. Science needed to catch up with
reality. I needed to wait for neuroscience and quantum theory to catch up
with my discovery. Neuroplasticity and the quantum zeno effect did not
exist in 1959. Yet, I applied these concepts before they were known.
Regardless of the discovery of those concepts many years later, I still
needed to wait until 2011 to prove that my mental technique works. The
Stanford Systems Neuroscience and Pain Laboratory used a functional
real/time MRI to map regions of my brain and prove my mental technique can
consciously shuts down brain activity and stimulate the creation of new
signals and neuropathways to specific regions of the brain that process
pain and fear. I knew what to do when I discovered this ability of our
brain to help us mentally eliminate pain. I used it for the past 58 years.
Is it still too soon for me to change anyone’s opinion? All
human brains possess this ability. You only need the ambition to learn how
to use a simple mental technique, focused attention concentration. Your
subconscious brain will do the rest.
Note from Cynthia: Yes, I do believe you regarding use of the
Quantum Zeno Effect! I've also found it immensely useful, and I also talk
about it, and tell people about it--and I've even been featured in a video
short we created a few years back, discussing how it can be utilized to
help people break addictions, such as over-use of cell phones!
:-)
How to Break Cell Phone Addiction Using Quantum Zeno Effect https://youtu.be/siJRYT1rbEU
I love hearing about how you came to realize you could overcome the
perceived pain from that indefinite leg hold exercise (yes, I've often done
that one, too)--and I love how you describe your experience going through
medical procedures without need for anesthesia, despite warnings and
cautions from nurses and medical professionals. And how wonderful that they
could see, from monitoring your heart rate, that indeed you were not
feeling pain, contrary to what they would likely have expected!
I am a Visual Artist, a Painter, since 28 years ago. I
discovered you two days ago, and by now I've read the hundreds of Reality
Shift stories on your site. Thank you for your work in opening the eyes of
people, backed now by science, to the marvels of our existence. Marvels
that the Mystery Schools of ancient times taught. I'm thrilled! I am
putting together my own stories full of paranormal activity and visits from
beings from other dimensions since I was conceived! But while I'm writing
my own book, I'd love to share with you and your readers some of my Reality
Shift Stories. I was a Missionary at a Franciscan Mission in the middle of
an inaccessible cold forest in Mexico, surrounded by deep canyons and
precipices where incredible waterfalls born. Every morning I sat on the
border of one of those precipices contemplating how the water fell down
into the abyss while breathing the smell of the clouds that surrounded me.
At my arrival at the mission the father told me that the female
missionaries that had visited there before me, prayed to St. Teresita a
"novena", and the children of the mission gave them a flower as a message
from the saint to confirm that the prayers were received in Heaven. All of
that was staged. The father and the children did this as a way to give joy
and hope to these missionaries. The father told me. I replied to the father
that I would not pray to any saint and that my work there would be only
dedicated to teach the middle school assignatures and to help in any
practical way I could. I didn't want to be involved in religion. Yes. It
sounds strange. In the first place, what was I doing there, in a Franciscan
Mission, without me wanting to get involved in religion? Well, I wanted
some time away from the city and to be in contact with nature, but I
noticed the mission needed help so I decided to stay a little bit more from
my initial two week visit. The mission needed a missionary. I ended up
living there for 5 months. My room was a simple cell with a small window
made of wood. Every night I closed the metal door from the inside with a
metal bar, and the window with a log. That room was totally bolted from the
inside. There was no way someone could enter unless they destroyed first
the door and the window! That particular morning, at 5:25 am. my
alarm clock rang. Time to wake up. That week it was my turn to go to the
chapel to ring the bells and wake up all the mission. I stepped out of my
bed under a heavy load of covers. It was cold. I opened the little window
and the first subtle rays of dawn entered my small room and I saw something
on the floor near the foot of my bed. Flowers! Three or four orquids lying
on the floor!!! And five or more over the bed covers! My mind stopped. I
couldn't think anything. I was just there, seated on that floor,
contemplating and touching nine purple orquids in total shock. They still
had the tiny drops of dew that began to shine as little diamonds over the
purple velvet of their fragile petals. Who could've entered my room while I
was sleeping? Did I go walking two hours, in sonambulism, to where I knew
these flowers grew beside a turquoise pond? Because of the position of the
orquids on the floor, I deducted that they fell down from the bed when I
stepped out of my bed and pulled out the cover. The rest of the orquids
remained over the bed. So initially all the orquids were put by someone,
over my feet, while I was sleeping. I picked up the flowers from the floor
and put them next to the orquids over the bed and went on to ring the bells
of the chapel. I told the father what had happened. He was silent for some
seconds. He said he will ask the children. I asked some children too. We
both wanted not to believe in something supernatural even knowing the door
and the window were locked from the inside with a metal bar and a log. I
knew something out of this world happened but I couldn't accept it. Who
would put flowers at my feet? I felt unworthy at that time, that even a
human would do it, much less an invisible entity or an angel or a being
that could trespass walls and doors and locked windows. At the end of the
day, while we were having "dinner" -black coffee with animalitos cookies-
the father said no one of the children put those flowers over me. I didn't
say anything. We looked at each other in silence. We knew we were
witnessing an abyss of wonder and a deep silence full of reverie surrounded
us. I kept those miraculous orquids in a special box for many years, until
they became dust and dissappeared from this dimension.
Note from Cynthia:Thank you for sharing such an extraordinary
experience with me about nine orchids arriving in your locked room, with
door and window locked and bolted from inside. From your description, it
seems indeed impossible for those orchids to have arrived via any typical
hand-carried means, unless there was yet some third way into your room that
you were unaware of at the time. The room sounds so simple and small,
however, that teleportation seems most likely to be the simplest--albeit
possibly strangest--explanation. I love the way this symbolic gesture
graced you with such a lovely and unexpected welcome in such a way that any
lingering doubts of self-worth would surely at that point be swept
away.
Events Historically Happened Differently Than We
Recall
Anca
Hampshire, England, UK
First of all- thank you! I have recently come across audio
materials posted on youtube, including some of your interviews–
which are wonderfully intriguing. Your books are now on my “Next
to read” list. There is an event that both my husband and myself
have recently become aware of and- after visiting realityshifters.com- I
cannot think of a better person to contact. Please help. In Aug. 2013 I
took a new job- it was the wrong place, with the wrong people and I lasted
one week only. I remember vividly mentioning the nightmares I experienced
during those nights to my husband. I also remember vividly my cat
displaying a very awkward behaviour every morning of that week- he used to
accompany me to the car, meow loudly and wait to see the car leaving the
driveway. It was as if he was worried and tried to communicate something
important. Every single morning of that week. He has never displayed
such a behaviour up to that point or after. I mentioned that to my husband
and we spoke in detail about my cat’s loyalty and love etc etc.
We spoke about that uncanny cat behaviour many times after the events, over
the years. I mentioned it to my mum as well (certainly an
intuitive), who used to live thousands of miles away from me in 2013.
She called me that week to enquire about my well- being, as she had her own
nightmares, in which, apparently, I was the main protagonist. Things
improved from there- I got another job, life went on and things changed for
the better from a professional point of view. My husband and I spoke many
times about my cat’s behaviour, that seemed -then as it seems
now- rather strange. Still- it was all about animal devotion and love, and
thinking of it, that still warms my heart. There is one glitch,
though. In December last year both my husband and myself (and yes, we both
remember our conversations and the events as they unfolded) during a
relaxed dinner at the end of the year, realised one significant detail- I
had that job for one week in Aug. 2013. We rescued the cat in the spring of
2014. Please, let me know your thoughts, as we both question now our
sanity. If this was a shift in reality, why did it take us so long to
acknowledge it?
Note from Cynthia: Thank you for writing to me with this
question. I love your description of how you'd been so keenly aware of your
cat following you out to your car! I appreciate your providing me with
background information pertaining to a couple of memorable moments in your
life that stood out in terms of being very different from normal daily
life, and describing that your memories of those times are that they
coincided--which apparently now cannot be possible, based on the current
factual history of recorded events. Most mainstream scientists at this
point will likely suggest that you and your husband are probably confused,
and that 'tricks of memory and the mind' have somehow confabulated to bring
two disparate sets of experiences together--so that these two rather
unusual periods in time now coincide. There are large numbers of studies
showing that peoples' memories are notoriously unstable, malleable, and
unreliable, and that each time we access memories, we are also actually
changing the memory itself. Your thoughtfully worded email to me indicates
you've considered such dissatisfying explanations, yet found them wanting
to the point you would now like to consider the alternate explanation that
reality might actually shift, and histories can sometimes be different in
our memories than what the official version of history indicates. What
those of us who notice alternate histories can do to help sort things out
is keep track of an X, Y, Z timeline where Z is the date we record an
incident (such as Nelson Mandela dying a second time) that we first became
aware of at Y (such as December 23, 2015) involving something that happened
at X (such as back in the 1980s) that now strikes us as being rather
unusual after-the-fact. So for this case, you can keep track of an X, Y, Z
timeline where Z might be today, January 17, 2018 that you've written to
email me about what now seems strange about detailed memories you and your
husband have back in 2013 of the cat you didn't have until 2014. The detail
in this sequence of events that currently seems most odd is how you could
have remembered such vivid experiences back in 2013 with a cat who first
arrived with you in 2014--and perhaps the reason it only now seems odd to
you is that it's just this one detail that has changed. Quite possibly, if
anyone had asked you even a year ago back in January 2017, "When did you
get your cat?" the answer back then might still have been "2013." Yet if
that one detail is now different, yet your memories with your cat remain,
you'll notice the discrepancy now, where there would not have been any
discrepancy before. I dedicated a special issue of my monthly
RealityShifters ezine to this topic in May 2016 that you can read here:
Disappearing Keys
Jean
Farmington, New Mexico, USA
So that you're aware a Parallel world reality shift Just
occured about five minutes ago. I left my keys to my Explorer in my jacket
. I searched my Jacket twice both pockets. Than looked in each room I had
been in. My my 28 year old son who turned 28 last september. Search my
pockets in my Jacket right in front of me. As he was checking I said the
keys are not in them. My son said here they are. Yet I know both pockets
were empty. I looked at him and said another parallel interaction. With
love Gary.
Note from Cynthia: Wow! Thanks so much for sharing your
experience with disappearing / reappearing keys! I've personally
experienced many similar variations of that kind of reality shift, and such
things never cease to amaze me.
