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.
Vanishing, Reappearing Laptop
Rebecca
Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA
I very much enjoyed your book, Reality
Shifts. There’s so much in it with which I already agreed.
And there was also an utterly unique perspective generated by your own
distinct perspective on life events. I liked the way you put things and I
also enjoyed the “homely” (day-to-day) materials out
of which you spun your observational argument about "reality
shifts.” Sausages-keys-socks-healings. I realized I possibly see
these all the time but often write them off or put them away
‘out of mind'. In fact, a very large one happened when I was at
the beginning stages of reading your book, as follows: I went to my very
favorite cafe, called Intelligentsia, that opened up fortuitously just down
the street from me. It feels like a lovely, hallowed spot in which one can
think, read, and — especially — draw. So I often go
there to work on my graphic memoir — a memoir linking together
certain episodes in my life, done in drawings. It’s incredibly
peaceful and the spot seems to bring in likeminded people. Anyway, I went
there with my sketchbook and my computer, which are about the same size. I
drew for a good hour or so in the cafe and then got up very quickly and
left. I was aware even at the moment that I was leaving very quickly and I
slid my sketchbook into my backpack. When I got home, I realized, my
computer was not in the backpack, not anywhere. It’s very thin
so I wouldn’t have noticed the weight difference. I rushed back
to the cafe, realizing I had departed in such a quick moment —
and am generally a somewhat absent-minded person — that I might
very well have left it on the cafe table. But there was no computer there
and no one had turned one in. My friend Chris Dewey is the manager at the
cafe and he helped me look on their “surveillance
system” but we could not find the relevant video footage of my
leaving the table and what had happened afterwards. Remaining neutral and
calm, though, I went home and walked into the living room —
where my computer was sitting open! As if I had never brought it with me
in the first place! However, footage from the “surveillance
eye” of the cafe Chris later isolated showed me (in a low
quality but definitely discernible image) sliding the computer into my
backpack! I was actually dizzy with this seeming shift or jump or
— as I called it — a glitch in the Matrix. Chris,
too, said that these things do happen otherwise we would have no need for
philosophy. (He’s a philosopher.) And when I came home, my
husband said, “Oh, that’s just because you took the
computer out of your backpack when you got home but you did it
absentmindedly and you forgot.” Which I guess is maybe possible
— it’s just that I was absolutely positive I had
looked in the backpack IMMEDIATELY on getting home and found no computer
there. I can see that this experience could simply be written off, and
part of me is inclined to do so — oh, I must have forgotten
taking the computer out. But another part of me recognizes the strangeness
and dizzying effect of that moment realizing it (this editing glitch) had
happened! What I like most was that your book put me in a positive frame
of mind — just generally left me with a good feeling. this has
been helping me navigate my days with more awareness, which I hope to bring
to school when the new semester starts. So thank you! I gather from more
recent interviews with you that I’ve found that you have another
new or several new books so I may read one of those.
Note from Cynthia: I love how you describe this recent experience
where you noticed your laptop missing, and maintained a relatively calm
state of mind and emotions. I find such inner peace combined with
open-mindedness to be conducive to subsequently experiencing positive
reality shifts, such as discovering, "The laptop is safe at home, as if it
was there the whole time." I tend to doubt if your laptop was
really there the whole time that you would have rushed back to the cafe to
search the premises and also seek surveillance footage to review.
But so often, reality shifts do seem to thrive in any 'gray areas' we might
have where there can be a possibility--no matter how slim--that events
might have unfolded differently than what we might assume. In other
words, I credit the favorable outcome in this instance of finding your
laptop just fine in large part to what seems to have been a relatively
calm, upbeat, open-minded state of mind and spirit of yours at that
time.
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A while ago I was in a store that’s sells ethnic
food, and I picked up some canned eggplant in tomato sauce. Now I did not
have high hopes for eggplant in a can, but when I got it home and tried it,
it was delicious! Well, I went back to the store to buy some more, and the
exact product was no longer there. The one I initially bought was a very
distinct can. It had a see-through plastic lid with a spoon attached to
it, which was a very unusual and memorable detail about the can. I did
find a similar product of eggplant in a can, but it was not the same can.
When I asked the owner about it (he was the one who did all the ordering),
he said this was the only canned eggplant he’s ever carried! I
insisted, and asked him, “Are you sure?” I described
the can to him, and he just kept saying, no, this is the only kind
he’s ever stocked! Very strange indeed! Well, I was able to
stop by the specialty store where I bought the canned eggplant a while
back. I shared with you how I first purchased a can of eggplant that had a
clear plastic lid with a plastic fork attached to it. Then, I went
back in to purchase this again, as it was delicious. To my dismay, the
owner of the store told me that not only did he not stock the eggplant that
iI described to him (he did have a green can of eggplant with no plastic
lid) but he never stocked or sold any other canned eggplant other
than the green can. He said he would know as he told me he does all the
ordering. Fast forward to today. A lady helped me find the canned eggplant
(I think she is the owner's sister). She had told me that she moved the
canned eggplant and she took me to the shelf where she had moved it.
Well, there were several different versions of canned eggplant, several of
which had the plastic lid with the plastic fork attached! She did
not have the exact one that I had purchased before (canned in tomato sauce)
but she was well aware of it and was just out of it and she would try to
order some. (In this timeline, the sister also does the ordering and now
there were serveral varieties of canned egglant!) So, I am thinking
this is again another shift in reality with the sister also doing the
ordering and several versions of canned eggplant, not just the one green
can that was available on my second trip to the store! I am attaching a
picture of the can with the plasric lid and fork (this is the can I
purchased today) I will return again in 2 weeks when I am by there
again and see if I can get the one that is packed in tomato sauce. Who
knows, maybe when I go back I will find that the green can is the only
option again. :-) Thank you for your interest in my story. It just
gets more and more curious.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks for sharing your experience with the
canned eggplant. I know what you mean about that sounding unappetizing,
yet somehow canned eggplant actually can be quite tasty, as I know from
personal experience. I find your experience especially interesting and
noteworthy since I can't imagine your having had such clear and distinctive
impressions of a spoon included with the first style of can, as well as
that can having a see-through plastic lid. Those details truly stand out,
and seem highly unlikely to have gotten jumbled up or confused with
anything else, so to me it makes your experience clearly a case of reality
shifting. Please do let me know if and when that original style of canned
eggplant ever returns.
Strange Happenings at the Speedee Mart
Greg
Kansas City, Missouri, USA
I just watched your interview with Regina Meredith on Gaia!
Very interesting and informative! Thank you for your sharing! Your book
and the interview seemed to hit very close to home in my small business
involving money and goals, that seemed
to show up quicker than expected and I am so grateful! The basis of this
communication however, is not about the business, but of an experience I
had three winters ago. Until I saw the Gaia interview tonight, I
didn’t know where to go with this experience, but I knew I
definitely want to share this with you! Maybe your field of study can help
me
with this. My wife is a flight attendant with a major airline. She invited
me to drive three hours up to Omaha, Nebraska to stay with her on a long
layover where we would have time to explore, eat, drink and be merry for a
day and half. I agreed, and packed the night of, and set out early enough
to pretty much arrive in Omaha by car at the same time she arrived with
passengers at the airport around 9:30 pm. She and crew were to take
the motel van to the downtown motel; I was to drive there, park and go to
her room. I was relaxed, and enjoyed playing some good music on the way up
on the freeway, settled in for a relaxing drive. I departed on time, and
drove through until I reached Council Bluffs, Iowa, which is across the
Missouri River from Omaha, Nebraska. I pulled off the freeway in Council
Bluffs upon the sighting of a gas station convenience store called Speedee
Mart. I thought I might get a quart of nice beer for a night-cap for both
of us to share at the motel room. I parked my 2007 Subaru Outback on the
curb in the front of the store. I left my phone in the car, and grabbed my
keys and made sure to bring my billfold that I alway keep zipped inside an
inner lining deep pocket over my heart area of my Columbia coat. I walked
inside the double doors and over to the back wall where the coolers were,
and grabbed a good quality beer. I saw it was under three dollars,
so I unzipped my inside pocket and pulled out three dollars as I stood at
the cooler, and replaced my billfold back into my coat. I walked toward
the checkout to get in line to make my purchase, and realized I was behind
about seven customers (all men). The female clerk was behind a orange
colored counter with a male visitor/friend who
was standing back waiting for her to check out the long line. The
store’s orange counter was interesting, as it wasn't like being
at Quicktrip or other convenience stores that are cluttered with sausage or
hotdog warmers, trays all that stuff. The
“L”-shaped Speedee Mart counter was bare all the way
to me and beyond. The top of the “L” was the
checkout, and the bottom leg of the “L” is where I
waited in line. There was a potato chip rack on the floor at the outside
corner of the “L” shaped bare counter. I
didn’t notice any other customer come into the store while I
waited in line and by the time I got to checkout, I was the only one in
line. I presented goods and paid my three dollars, got the change, receipt
and exited out the double doors to the curb. I reached in my coat for my
car keys and found they were not in my coat’s side pockets. I
stopped in my tracks, searched my jean pockets and my coat pockets again
one more time to find no keys. I turned around, and went back into
the store to the edge of the counter. The female clerk and her male friend
were now talking. I asked her if I left my keys on the counter and she
shook her head, no. I looked at the counter again, bent over and searched
the potato chip rack next to the corner, finding nothing. I turned and
slowly left the store a little in shock and dismay of what exactly did I do
with my car keys. I put the beer down and began searching my body
clothing again for my keys. No keys in my jean or coat
pockets. I opened my coat jacket and unzipped my inner coat pocket
where I keep my billfold, thinking that is the only place I
hadn’t checked, and you never know, they may be in there! But
there were no keys in that deep pocket. What?! I said to myself, my pocket
is empty - no billfold?! OMG! My stress went right through the roof
of my head. I looked over at my car, running all previous steps
through my head. No keys, Billfold, and no cell phone, because
it’s locked in the car. What?! I turned around,
and
went again into the store terribly embarrassed as I would now have
to ask the clerk if she had seen my billfold now! I felt very small
and embarrassed that I was back again with the clerk. They
both are definitely going to think I’m weird. I
interrupted her talk with her companion to ask her if anyone had
turned in a billfold(?). She looked at me without expression
and shook her head, no. I turned and left the store again
pausing on the curb, breaking down to think of how confused I am
and that I’m screwed! Self- 'well at least I can
maybe borrow a phone to call the motel and tell my wife that
I’m screwed and stuck. Wait! How about I ask the
guy who was in front of me in line when I bought the beer.
He’s pumping gas right there'. I walked out to the
pumps. The man was black and was wearing a hoody sweater coat.
I told him that I was behind him in line at checkout and that I was
missing my billfold. “Have you seen a billfold?”
He shook his head, no. I said “Are you
sure you
haven't seen one (he’s my last chance)? Funny, he pulled
both his pockets of his hoody-sweater inside out to basically say without
words - convinced? I said, “oh,
man I’m sorry,” and turned back towards
the store, slowly walking with my mind racing, feeling helpless.
I stood there frozen in thought.
Then I thought, ‘go back into the store and at
least ask to use a phone - exercise a plan “B.”
I walk back through the double doors.
Straight ahead laying on the corner of the bare orange store counter
was my car keys! Wow!, I thought. I said to them (still no
customers, clerk and companion talking)
“There are my keys!” But how are they here
now, I wondered? I looked at the clerk and
companion. I was looking for a reaction, body language or something,
a give-away that this has all been a joke and
maybe it’s on me? They played one on me?
No reaction from both of them. They just looked at me. I
then turned
and walked back out of the store thinking, well at least I
have my keys, car and phone back. I stopped on the curb before
walking to the car. ‘Now, what about my
billfold'? I unzip my inner pocket again and reach inside,
searching. I feel my billfold here in my pocket! What the?!
What’s going on here? What just happened? Am I stuck in
a time warp or something? My knees started
shaking. I realized the whole time I was there was really
weird. I was on stage or something. I walked to my car, unlocked,
got in and sat for a while with my hands on the wheel trying to figure it
all out. Today, I still want to know what this was?
I used to mediate quite often in study with SRF, Self Realization
Fellowship experienced some wonderful things especially our will.
Was this a circling Tarus,
a wrinkle in time, a sign of something or a knowledge?
I’m baffled.
Note from Cynthia: Thank you so very much for sharing this
experience with me--how extraordinary! I'm glad you found all your items,
after having a bit of a shock at finding keys and billfold gone missing.
If you take a look through the hundreds of documented cases of reality
shifts that are archived on the "your stories" and "news" sections of the
realityshifters.com website, you'll likely notice that a large
number of people have experienced similar things, without having any kind
of alcohol, cannabis, or other drugs. I've personally experienced this
type of disappearing/reappearing item situation when either feeling super
relaxed and daydreaming, or else feeling like I'm in a hurry, and I'm a bit
ungrounded--a bit unsettled. I recommend checking back again pretty much
any time you find a situation you're not keen on, and I also recommend
asking or thinking, "How good can it get?!" at such moments, since often
times, the situation will switch to a preferable configuration most
miraculously.
Pigtails vanish and reappear
Greg
Kansas City, Missouri, USA
About a year and a half ago, my daughter with 4 daughters,
having moved in from Marysville, California to Kansas City, asked me
to come to her house early to see the girls off for school. I made
the trip over and supervised getting the 3 oldest girls out the door for
the school bus on-time. Number 3 oldest, Scarlett, 7 years
old, came down to the kitchen and asked if I would put her
hair up in pigtails. She said
she couldn’t do it and mom always does it. I said yes,
I’ll do it. She handed me the hair brush,
2 rubber bands and she sat down on one of the
tall kitchen table chairs, facing away from me. I
brushed a part of her hair straight down the back of her head and
put a rubber band on each pig-tail. She reached up and wound
the rubber bands tighter by (how do I say this) looping the hair more times
to make the rubber bands super tight.
Then she pulled real hard on the big wound up rubber band on each
side, super tight to her head on each side as I watched her. I
wondered, when the day is over, how she will ever get them off. The girls
had to be out the door in 5 minutes. They live in a tri-level house
so I had to go up the stairs to the bedrooms to tell them to hurry and told
them how much time they had left. So in enough time to climb the stairs
and say let’s go, it’s getting late and then
traveling back down stairs to the kitchen, maybe took 30 seconds. I
walked into the kitchen, Scarlett was still sitting at the tall table,
facing away from me as before. Upon seeing she
hadn’t moved from where I did her hair, I walked up and saw her
hair was pulled out some, at the back of her head, and I touched it, as it
was obscuring the part that I made in making the pigtails. I
said, “Scarlett, what happened to
your hair?” She just shrugged her shoulders.
I knew she could go to school looking like this! I tried to notice
any body language, movement or smile to know
maybe she did this herself as a joke, but I didn’t sense any of
that. Then my thought was, 'I’m going to have to start
her hair all over again. There isn’t any time to do this
and the bands are so tight!' I
said, “I’ll be right back.”
I ran back upstairs as the other 2 girls hadn’t
come downstairs yet. I went up and elevated the level
of my voice with them as they weren’t moving fast
enough. In the same amount of time of the earlier trip upstairs, I
came back down to the kitchen to prepare to quickly put
Scarlett’s hair up again. Scarlett was
still sitting in the same place and position as before and lo and
behold, her hair was perfectly parted again in pig-tails as before.
What the…..? I said, “Scarlett, your
hair is parted again!” She didn’t say
anything or display any body language for me to sense. She just sat
there. In that length of time of events, there was no way Scarlett
could have taken her bands off, re-parted her hair for pig-tails and
installed the rubber bands again. It was sort of
relief that I didn’t have to do her hair over again and the
other side of thinking, how could this have happen? Are my eyes
playing tricks on me? Within the week my wife and I was back at their
house. I asked Scarlett if she remembered the morning I put her
hair up and it was out and then back in. She said yes but she
didn’t want to talk about it. Hummm? Anyway,
that’s the latest. What’s next? LOL.
Note from Cynthia: Thank you for sharing your experience with
Scarlett's pigtails that were so memorably and tightly wound--then
completely gone--then back up and tightly wound again. It's
possible that Scarlett doesn't want to talk about since from her
perspective, you seemed unusually excited about something that likely
seemed normal to her. Yet a possibility also exists for Scarlett
that she might also 'remember it both ways,' in the sense that she might
have had a distinct matching memory to yours that you'd prepared her
hair--and also that (for a short while) it hadn't yet been done.
Thank goodness you came back to check yet again, and found Scarlett's hair
was back in the pigtails you'd prepared, so you didn't have to rush through
that again with so little time left to prepare.
