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Transformed Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest
Sherri
Dunedin, Florida, USA
I hope all is well with you and yours. I have been wanting
to share this story with you since it happened almost two years ago, but I
keep forgetting to email it. I think it's so fascinating to have someone
else share in your quantum jump with you. I myself have personally had a
LOT of experiences with quantum shifts /timeline shifts or Mandela effects.
This one started many years ago; I think it was about October of 2006 (a
long time ago!) I lived in Florida, and my sister-in-law was living in
North Carolina. We made a weekend retreat planned for the two of us to
stay in a cottage in the mountains, and one of our plans was to visit the
Joyce Kilmer Forest which (I think it still is) was a virgin forest. There
was never a tree cut in this forest. The forest itself was magical to
me—I had a truly life-changing experience there, which is why I
recall the place so distinctly. We went by ourselves and the paths were
wide and open, and people had their dogs off leash on occasion. I recalled
connecting with a large dog and it's person while we were there. The dog
was dancing—there was a lot of room. As we were walking, I came
upon a tree "stump.” There were no cut trees, but there was a
tree that had fallen at some point, and a part of the tree was like a stump
of sorts. I felt compelled to sit on it. And when I did, I was very
connected to it—and then I recalled thinking / feeling "its like
sitting on Santa's lap.” Then I thought about how our parents
play Santa for us as children, and then suddenly in rushed my father (who
has been deceased since 1979) in spirit, and he spoke to me—very
quickly. I have been intuitive most all my life, and my dad does not come
through very often at all; it's not something he does. So when he does, I
am aware it's him. But his message was that I would be moving to North
Carolina, and that I would be coming home there—it was home for
me. This was a huge message, because where we lived at the time in Florida
was not a place we had any intention of moving away from. We had close
connections within our community, I had a job, and we had our son and
grandsons that were newly born—so this was not something that
made any sense to me at that time at all. Two months later in December, I
went back to North Carolina, this time with my husband, and we stayed with
his brother outside of Asheville, North Carolina. One thing led to another
(this was Christmas time), and he gets a job offer literally out of the
blue! This was very unexpected—and we ended up moving there
within two months time. I share all of this to validate the significance
of that place and the reason why the memories are so solid in my mind.
This forest and that experience truly changed my life on a phyiscal level.
Well, we lived there for about 2.5 years and moved back to Florida, all is
always in divine order. Fast-forward to 2018, and we were living in
Florida, and my sister-in-law is back in Asheville herself, and we decide I
am going to visit her again for a long weekend. We decide to go back to
the Joyce Kilmer forest again. It's been ages after all, and it was such a
powerful place full of amazing energy. When we arrived it looked
"different," but you figure time changes perception of how something is
supposed to look. So we took off hiking, and we knew this was NOT the same
Joyce Kilmer forest of before. The biggest difference was how narrow the
trail was. The time we'd been there before, the trail had been wide and
open, and you could pass people side-by-side walking. This time, you could
only walk single file at best—it was narrow the entire time we
were on the trial. The trees were shorter—before we reveled in
how tall the trees were, and this time it was like they weren't nearly that
tall. The entire walk / hike we took was like being in a completely
different place, completely unlike the forest I have held in my heart for
all these years. Both my sister-in-law and I knew this was the same place
(by name) but we both agreed there was some sort of timeline shift that
made this a different place altogether for us. For me, North Carolina has
a lot of energy and vortexes, and I know how easily we can shift when we
are in the flow and allow it to be. I did not expect that to
happen—I was so excited to go back and I was hoping I would even
maybe find that stump again—as improbable as that may have been
considering it's a forest, after all. In the newer / second version of the
forest there were bridges I did not recall to navigate over the
water—I had no recollection of those at all, and again with how
very narrow everything was, that was the biggest difference. To me this
was a timeline shift—it's the only "logical" thing the both of
us came up with. I was talking to my sister-in-law about your research the
other evening, and she had recalled how we were skipping on the
trails—this was a moment of memory for her, because it seems I
don't know how to skip (even though i thought I did) lol—and for
years (since this happened) she still teases me about how I
skip—so this validated again the side / width of these trails.
Just wanted to share! Thank you for your work and all you do!
Note from Cynthia: Thank you so very much for sharing your
experience with me about revisiting the Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest in
North Carolina, and finding it so completely transformed about 12 years
after an earlier visit there. I'm glad you and your sister-in-law could
share this experience of some kind of shift between alternate realities,
and agree that some things had completely changed. You and your sister
both having clear memories of skipping on those trails, with plenty of room
to be skipping side-by-side--this is such an enormous change from the way
the trails "have always been" on your most recent visit to the park. When
I look at online photos of the trees in this forest, they seem tall and
large from the photos (but I can imagine they may have seemed taller), and
the trail seems narrow, as you described.
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Disappearing/Reappearing Ring
Eric and Darius
Mexico
We are the twins Eric and Darius. We're 19 years old.
Every month we read your E-zine and the reality shifter stories with our
Mom; they're very interesting and uplifting. It confirms our belief that
everything is possible in this reality; that even the craziest things are
possible. We were raised in this belief. We want to share with you a very
short story as a testimony to others that life truly can surprise us in
positive ways, and to give others the message to hold on in your faith. We
bought a ring for our brother who lives abroad to give it to him when we
visit him. We came back home, had dinner and forgot about the ring. The
next morning we remembered about the ring and looked for it everywhere we
could've left it, to no avail. We were convinced one of us had dropped it
on the way back home. But knowing that imagination creates reality we just
imagined that we had the ring in our hand and forgot about it. Thirty six
hours after the ring had first disappeared it was the late morning and our
mom was making banana pancakes with orange. We were all in the kitchen and
my mom went to grab an orange from a plate with only two oranges. She
picked up BOTH oranges to see which one had a fresher peel for the zest.
The plain white plate was left empty. She chose one orange and left the
other one on the plate. She then turned away from the plate and we left
upstairs. All of the sudden, around three minutes later, she was calling
us, very excited. The shiny silver ring was there resting at the side of
the remaining orange on the plain white plate! Those who are reading this,
keep the faith because life is pure MAGIC. And for you, Cynthia, thank you
for all your efforts in spreading The TRUTH.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for sharing this delightful
experience with finding the missing silver ring—in a place where
it definitely had not been just a bit earlier! I love these kinds
of disappearing / reappearing reality shifts, especially when the missing
item returns at a time when it's really appreciated. Just this morning I
had a similar experience, with some food. I'd checked for raspberries in
our refrigerator yesterday, and noticed we were completely out of them, and
I checked all the way to the back of the refrigerator, and on every shelf.
I knew I'd just checked for them the day before and I knew they were gone
at that time (and we've not been shopping)—but I also know as
you state so beautifully, life is pure MAGIC. So naturally, when I checked
the same place I'd checked yesterday, there were the raspberries I love so
much for breakfast! Thank you for sharing your experience!
Money Appeared
Eric and Darius
Mexico
Reality is pure magic. Another short story that exemplifies
that, is when a few months ago after invoking wealth, a bill of 50 pesos
($2.50US) appeared on top of some dishes. It's not much money, but here in
Mexico it does buy around one pound of meat—and seeing it there
really surprised us, because having money appear is a miracle, regardless
of the amount.
Note from Cynthia: I feel that all reality shifts are big ones,
even if they might seem small. And for now there may be a small amount of
money that arrives, but if more is truly needed, it can be there, "no
questions asked." I was delighted to find some raspberries (part of a
package, which was just enough) that I felt I truly needed, and I was
grateful that they were there. Last week I also wished I had the energy to
clean my kitchen floor. A few hours after noticing the kitchen floor truly
needed cleaning, it was clean—all by itself! These 'small
things' can be quite big, and they remind us that whatever we truly need is
within reach at any time, and any place.
Teleportation out of shop with handbag not paid
for
Jean
Málaga, Spain
Something truly different happened recently, that really
unnerved and worried me. I was in a well-known women’s clothing
store here in Spain, just slowly walking around glancing at this and that,
but looking for nothing in particular. I picked up a handbag for a few
seconds, wondering if it would be useful when the weather changed from cold
and dark to warm and light again. Suddenly, I found myself outside,
walking along the street about half a mile from the shop I had just been
in. As I walked, I started to wonder how on earth I’d got there
without remembering leaving the shop. I looked down and in my hand was the
handbag I had been looking at and thinking about. It was there in my hand
with the price tag still on it! In a moment of absolute horror I thought I
must have simply walked out of the shop without paying for the bag, like
some elderly people you hear about doing. In sheer panic, I ran back to
the shop and hurled myself through the front door, and of course in that
moment the alarm went off because the price tag was still on the bag. Two
security guards came rushing over believing I was trying to leave without
paying. I stammered that I wasn’t stealing the bag, I was in
fact bringing it back. Neither believed me, saying that, quite logically,
if I was bringing it back, the alarm would have sounded when I first left
the shop with it. I was nearly in tears trying to explain the truth of
what had happened but of course my version sounded ridiculous. Just when
they were on the point of calling the police, another strange thing
happened. They suddenly both just stood absolutely still and just looked
at me, as did all the shop assistants. So I put the bag down, and calmly
walked out of the shop. No-one came after me, no-one chased me down the
street; I simply turned around and walked out of the shop as if nothing had
happened. My concern, of course, is that if something like that can happen
once, it can happen again—finding myself in the street after
seemingly taken something from a shop without paying for it—and
that I had absolutely no control over how the situation played out. I
don’t know what seemed more bizarre—finding myself in
the street with unpaid goods in my hands, or returning to the shop only to
find that no alarm had gone off during whatever moment I had exited the
shop. What do you think about this, Cynthia—have you heard of
anything like this before? And, if so, what can be done to ensure it
doesn’t happen again?
Note from Cynthia: With true teleportation, there might be no
alarms going off, since you did not exit the store walking past any kind of
detection unit—you simply teleported directly out, with the
purse in hand. I've experienced bi-location, and in all of the times I've
bi-located, my experience began with my being in a dreamlike, Theta
brainwave state of mind—while at the same time, visualizing
(fantasizing—which comes from the Greek "phantazein" meaning to
make visible) being somewhere else. In those instances, the combination of
my energy, and my unified (head/heart/gut) desire to be somewhere else,
seems to have instantly activated a bilocation event. I was observed by
others on those occasions to physically be in those places I was
daydreaming about, and I did real things in those spaces that had actual
physical effects. In my book, "Quantum Jumps," I share the experience of
people who have been reported as having teleported, and it seems likely
that my previous experiences with bi-location were very, very close to full
teleportation experiences. I also include mention of people being
"teleported to safety" which turns out to be a remarkably commonplace
experience—much more common than most people will publicly
admit—and I include examples of those in "Quantum Jumps" as
well. In order to stop teleporting, it's necessary to first be aware that
you are prone to such things, and second to reset your mental intention
with regard to having further teleportation experiences.
Jude Law's Crocodile Smile movie title
changed
Jean
Málaga, Spain
I'd like to draw your attention to a 1998 film that came out
called 'Crocodile Smile,' with Jude Law. I remember the name exactly for
personal reasons. When I went looking for it recently it was nowhere to be
found—because the name is now, and apparently has always been,
'The Wisdom of Crocodiles'! Thanks for all your wonderful work bringing
the Mandela Effect to the general public.
Note from Cynthia: Wow, that's astonishing that you witnessed
this change to the title of a movie, especially given that you had personal
reasons for taking such keen notice back in 1998 of exactly what it used to
be when first released: "Crocodile Smile." And now I just did a
quick look-up of the film at the imdb website, and see that there is now a
movie, "Crocodile Smile," but not starring Jude Law, and much more
recent--from 2018. And then I see for "The Wisdom of Crocodiles"
that this movie was apparently originally known as "The Wisdom of
Crocodiles," since it was "based on the book of the same name," which was a
British romantic thriller written by Po-Chih Leong. I see this
movie is now also known as "Immortality," with no mention anywhere that it
first came out as "Crocodile Smile." Yet clearly, you have personal
reasons to have really taken notice that this was the original title for
you, back in 1998—amazing!
Paul Butterfield changed
Jean
Málaga, Spain
Another Mandela experience I'd like to tell you about
concerns the blues harmonica player, Paul Butterfield, who I had been
following since the early 70s until his death in his apartment in 1987.
Paul's death was due, it was reported, to an accidental heroin overdose,
according to an autopsy. It was well known that he was a heroin addict,
so, although extremely sad considering his talent, not a huge surprise.
When he was alive he was handsome, generally very healthy looking, and
stocky. But about 15 years ago, I was looking online for some information
about his music, when I came across some photographic images taken shortly
before he died. I was shocked to see he was reduced to skin and bone and
had the vacant look of someone completely addicted to drugs; it was tragic
to see what he had become. Seeing him looking like that had quite an
impact on me, because of the senselessness of his death, and the tragic
waste of life and talent. But then, a couple of years ago I was talking
with a friend about Paul Butterfield, and told him about his death and the
very sad photos of him that had such an impact on me. My friend called me
the next day and asked where on earth did I get my information, because he
had found details of his death as being in hospital caused by a perforated
intestine and peritonitis. Well I know that wrong information can be put
out sometimes, but then my friend said he could find no images anywhere of
Paul showing him as a wasted heroin addict, although I had seen many of
them on the usual images pages. I did start to wonder if I had made it all
up, but why would I imagine those photos which I can remember as clear as
day even now? I suppose I'll never know.
Note from Cynthia: That's so interesting about Paul
Butterfield. I looked and couldn't find any photos of him looking
like a shadow of his former self, either.
Disappearing/reappearing food and Jim Croce
lyrics
Rodger
Missouri, USA
I am writing to report two personal Mandela experiences.
Saturday I could not find a package of smoked Salmon in the fridge. I took
the fridge apart both Saturday and Sunday, looking for it. The kids did not
see it or pitch it. I looked in the trash just in case, since I did not
want it to smell. On Sunday, a gallon zip-lock baggie with my garlic
cloves disappeared. Again I searched the fridge and the whole kitchen,
because some days I leave it out on a counter top. Now I starting to think
about Cynthia and her missing food items. It's the only thing left that
makes any sense. This morning, there was no garlic and no salmon. Tonight,
I went to get the baby carrots to put in Mr. Pickles our lover boy dog. You
know the rest of the story. Right on the bottom shelf of the fridge is the
baggie of garlic and the package of salmon that reappeared. My intuition
tells me, “There's nothing special here, Eric. This is
happening to many others in the community right now.” So I
relay this story to you, to start you on collecting what I feel is going to
be an avalanche of personal Mandela effects. Logic says that we should also
expect large ones, too. I was concerned how bad it would be the next day.
The only thing I remember was how much I want to eat the salmon. I had some
the day before and it does not taste good too long after opening. I only
purchase it like every six weeks. Initial I was frustrated and
search out to blame one of the kids for pithing. Within 0 seconds I caught
myself and just thought maybe they moved in fridge and they tell me wear
when I saw them. The next day when the garlic disappeared and the salmon
still gone I keep my cool and just thought no problem I just buy some more
not worth the effort to raise an eye brow over. I do not recall thinking
much of anything. When both food items showed up on the next day, I knew
exactly what had happened. I thought of you and your stories and laughed.
Then I wondered why this personal Mandela effect? Egg and chicken
question. Did I jump to timelines at each loss of a food, or did the food
jump timelines? Cynthia, if I did jump, it was effortlessly. I am not
sure the next one counts. I think I just never listen carefully to the
whole song. I heard a Jim Croce song, “You don’t mess
around with Jim” this morning. The last two times he sings the
chorus, he sings, "You don’t mess around with Slim.”
I never heard the last part of the song where Slim takes down Jim to avenge
Jim robbing him. This is probably just me, but how do you remember the
song? I listened to it on YouTube today after the radio listen, and it was
the same as the radio.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for sharing your experience
with the amazing disappearing / reappearing smoked salmon and garlic, with
these foods reappearing within about 48 hours of their observed vanishing
acts. I can't help noticing that both of these types of foods are
known for their distinctive smells, and therefore are unlikely candidates
to thrive outside their typical refrigerator environment. Yes,
these kinds of reality shifts and personal Mandela Effects are indeed
increasingly being observed, coincident with people increasingly noticing
synchronicity and repeating numbers (such as times like 1:11, 2:22, 3:33 on
digital clocks and other places). With respect to song lyrics, it's been
noted by Mandela Effect researchers such as Moneybags73 on his YouTube
channel that we can often hear different things in songs, depending on what
we're primed to hear. I don't specifically recall the lyrics in that Jim
Croce song, but it does seem to me to be entirely possible that you're
experiencing a reality shift / personal Mandela Effect with this song.
Disappearing/reappearing iPhone
Rodger
Missouri, USA
It happened again today. Natalie came into my room to watch
a YouTube video with me. She moved my iPhone underneath a bunched up
quilt. It is an iPhone 6 in a bright orange case—easy to see.
We both left my room after watching the 20 minute video, and I left my
iPhone in the room. Two hours later, we decided to go food shopping. We
always take my iPhone to play music in the car. I went up to the bed room,
where the bed had 2 pillows and bunched-up quilt. I removed all of it, and
shook the quilt out over the floor—no phone. I put the quilt
right where it was, and looked downstairs—no phone. I looked
upstairs in the exact spot where I last saw it—no phone. Then I
asked Natalie to check—and no phone. I came back upstairs,
pulled the quilt back, and there it was in the exact place I saw it before
the video! When my iPhone disappeared and reappeared, I was not thinking
anything in particular. The video we watched was discussing something
called the Smufet effect, and how women are an after-thought in many
animations and movies that are geared toward boys and men. The only other
thought was frustration, when my phone disappeared for about 20 minutes.
This is interesting, because it involved Natalie and I this time. We do
have a very strong parent-child bond that extends over at least one
lifetime. I do think this is more then just Mandela Effects. I think
there is some message going on, that I am not getting yet. All these years
and I have always blamed these things on my being spacey—which
is part of it, but not all of it. I had gotten so used to it that I just
chill, and things turn up later. Younger me used to get so stressed out
every time, and blame myself for it.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks for sharing your experience with your
iPhone vanishing and reappearing exactly where you'd lost it and had
thoroughly looked for it. I like how you're contemplating what you were
thinking and doing at the times your phone vanished and reappeared.
Thinking about the topic of the video you watched reminds me tha sometimes
I've noticed things go missing more around me when I've felt ungrounded and
energized. It's like at those times when my Ki is strong, if I'm not
relaxed and accepting that everything is great just like it is, then some
really stunning examples of PK phenomena will occur. Some examples include
times when I've switched on light switches and seen the bulbs blow out, or
turned on appliances and seen them break down, or notice items suddenly
going missing or fall of tables or chairs like they'd jumped. I've come to
consider in such cases it's good for me to adopt an attitude of "it's all
good" with genuine faith that's true on some level, even when considering
something that seems unjust or unfair. It's like the 'fight or flight'
stress reaction can become psychokinetic for those of us whose Ki runs
high, at times when we neglect to stay fully grounded.
Wizard of Oz movie is missing a scene
Susan
Grants Pass, Oregon, USA
I just thought of something thatʻs bugged me since I
was a little kid. Every year, once a year, around springtime, I think, the
Wizard of Oz would come on our little black & white TV. My dad and I would
sit down and watch it all the way through on whatever station it was on.
Of course there were a lot of commercials and commercial breaks. Time
passed; I think I watched it almost every year as I got older, in through
middle school and high school, but it wasnʻt the REQUIRED thing I
had to do every year like when I was in elementary school. In college, of
course, I was way too busy to watch it; then when I started my family I
wanted to watch it again, with MY kids. Only—when I watched it
as an adult when I was living in Ohio and West Virginia, there was
something missing. I was certain there was a segment that I used to see in
the "original" version when my dad and I watched it in black & white that
was not on the version I saw when I was older. So I was really excited
when VCRs came out and I bought the Wizard of Oz in color and played it on
the VCR at home whenever I wanted to. THIS version had "the outtakes" that
were removed from the original, so I was sure Iʻd see the part I
remembered that was now missing. Only, "the outtakes" version was "The
Jitterbug." That was it. It was a cute scene that didnʻt really
have anything to do with the story or the plot; it just featured Judy
Garland dancing with the other characters and it was interesting, but no,
that wasnʻt it. That wasnʻt the piece I remembered from the
original that was removed. I KNOW there was something in the original
version of The Wizard of Oz that is not there now, in any version
Iʻve been able to see since I was in junior high (so, about 1970 or
the late ʻ60s). This has absolutely driven me crazy. I remember
something being there that is not there now. I have no idea what it was.
And of course I doubt myself 95% and assume that this is just a childish
erroneous memory. But—the Mandela Effect—could it be
Iʻm remembering it right? This is something I havenʻt heard
anyone else ever talk about, Mandela-Effect-wise. Something was off.
Vague, haunting feeling. One of the reasons I watched it
year after year after year was to see if maybe THIS year theyʻd air
the "whole" version, but they never did. I didnʻt have as
strong a memory as you have about where the missing scene was or what it
was about, which is why I kept watching the movie—to see where
that missing scene was and what it was about. And yes, I wasnʻt
very sure whether what I "remembered" was right or not. And yes, it still
bugs me!
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for sharing your memory that
there used to be more to the Wizard of Oz movie than it currently contains.
I've watched the Wizard of Oz sporadically, but I do recall noticing when
watching it about 15 years ago that it seemed like something was missing to
me, too. For me, that was a very vague, haunting feeling--and for me, the
seemingly missing scene would have been placed after Dorothy's house lands
in Oz, and somewhere in the part of the film where she was meeting the
Munchkins. I just felt something was off, and there used to be another
scene right about there. I did ask another family member at the time,
"Wasn't there more with the Munchkins?" but the conversation fell flat, and
I didn't follow up on it. To be honest, I wasn't very sure what I thought
I did remember. And until you brought this topic to my attention again, I
hadn't thought about my sneaking suspicion that a Munchkin scene was
missing. Missing scenes have been reported by people in many movies and TV
shows, so it seems in keeping with the Mandela Effect that we'll likely
hear from others who also remember that there used to be a scene in Wizard
of Oz that isn't there any more. This 'missing scene' type of
Mandela Effect was reported by Stine in Denmark in the August 2018
RealityShifters where lots of Danes reported that they clearly recalled a
scene where an unfortunate character had been locked outside on the balcony
by his wife on his wedding night.
http://www.realityshifters.com/pages/archives/aug18.html
The Wizard of Oz is such a beloved film that hopefully we will hear from
someone who also remembers there seems to be a scene missing.
Joanne Woodward Alive Again
Silvia
New York, New York, USA
On Sunday April 25, 2021 I heard two psychics on Youtube
talk about Joanne Woodward while channeling about Paul Newman. And it is
from there that I have learned that she was still alive
battling Alzheimer's disease. In that moment, I had that
'aha' (in slow motion) experience thinking to myself, "Wait, she is still
alive?" However like you, that Mandela Effect of hearing about Joanne
Woodward's death is fuzzy for me too. And yet for sure that it was years
after Paul Newman's death. And she was sound in mind up to her death vs
having alzheimer that seems to be something she has been battling with for
awhile.
