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Calling rain to Berlin
Kat
Berlin, Germany
it's been a while - hope, you are happy and healthy! Best of
luck for the International Mandela Effect Conference. I am writing to you
today to share a little or a lot of happiness, according to the motto How
good can it get (or, in German: Wie gut kann es werden?!). As a reminder:
in one of your videos you talked about your trees calling rain via energy
spirals. I thought the idea/info was fantastic and thought maybe our trees
here have forgotten that you don't have to be thirsty. That's why I used to
walk around our area and "remind" the trees of it.
We had a nice amount of rain in our area this year. rain, not flooding. Or
as my father-in-law says: Up here in the north of Berlin we don't seem to
have a problem with drought. In fact, the sky is almost continuously
overcast. This summer we didn't have four days in a row with temperatures
that far exceeded 30 degrees. Instead, dense, dark clouds often hang in the
sky here. Sometimes I really have a bad conscience because people miss the
clear sky blue. My husband and I live in a four story tenement house built
in 1906 surrounded by many mature trees. Last year our neighbors ans we
tried to supply the street trees with the old pumps on the streets. Not
once this year was it necessary. It's raining. Voluntarily. ;-) I am
infinitely happy, the trees have suffered massively from the heat in the
last decade. The current How good can it get-Project is now: four weeks of
snow in winter. As a child of the seventies I miss the winter with cold
and rapid fall. Nowadays, a touch of snow rarely falls here more than three
times in winter. Let's see if that can't be changed. :-) Thank you so much
Cynthia. I would never have thought of it on my own. All the best to you
and a photo attached—look at the green grass!
Note from Cynthia: I'm so happy to hear from you, and delighted
that you're having such success bringing in welcome rain for the trees and
plants of Berlin! The Ki Gong pattern of hand motions I find most
beneficial to bring in rain with a combination of breath, imagination and
movement is indeed a kind of circular movement, engaging both of my arms in
a flowing motion, in collaboration with our local trees, and with
connection to those sources of weather patterns over oceans where water
vapor can be collected and carried through the air. This
human-tree-weather-system communication can be so beautifully rewarding
when we work with it, and I'm heartened to see the photo showing such
gorgeous greenery in Berlin this August--how truly divine! And,
"Wie gut kann es werden?" indeed!
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Sex in the City on perfume and in a book
Sherri
Dunedin, Florida, USA
Good morning, I always appreciate your newsletters and
videos and wanted to share some things I found this past week. Just over a
month ago my husband and I made a significant life change and moved from
the coast of Florida to Southeast Missouri. The change of living space was
so unexpected for everyone we know and even for me on some
level—I never dreamed we would relocate from a our "forever
home" as it had always felt—to a town of less than 7,000 people.
I have consciously experienced many shifts or timeline jumps since becoming
fully aware of this reality many years ago. I have shared a couple of
stories with you in this past about those as well. I love the awareness of
it happening and since we moved here, I finding the best thing I can do is
really go with the flow, so many things have been one way and then changed
the next day—it's been strange on some level but equally
fascinating because I love the mystery about it as well. This
email is just to share about Sex In / And the City—I know
everyone (including myself) calls this a Mandela Effect, but I also see
myself shifting timelines, and this is just a validation on a visual level
that I am indeed having these shifts and it's not just in my own head.
Last week I just finished reading a book, and the end of the book had the
introduction of a new novel she had written, so it was essentially a
teaser—this book came from the library and was written in the
early 2000's and the writer referenced "Sex in the City" DVD. I was so
shocked by seeing it, and then rented the full version since intro of the
book was so good. I got the book from the library, and sure enough the
same line was in there in the same way "IN" the city—not "AND"
the city. I feel certain this was not an oversight as this is not a movie
from the writers imagination—this a movie (series) that was part
of the times and I can't imagine how editors / publishers etc. would permit
such an error on a name that was very popular at that time. Then, only a
few days later, (maybe 3 days later) my husband and I were in a little
downtown store that has formerly owned items for sale (comparable to a
thrift store but this is a privately owned shop), and there on a shelf is a
bottle of men's cologne "Sex IN the City"! Twice in one week—so
synchronic and confirmation it was not a typo (in the book) as well. Well.
I bought the perfume because I was so taken aback by seeing it
again—I am attaching both images for you. I so appreciate your
presence of being and allowing me to share with you this beautiful timeline
shift.
Note from Cynthia: Congratulations on your big move to small
town living--what a big change that must have been. It seems so
many people are making these kinds of moves these days, often from larger
metropolitan areas to smaller towns and cities, and it seems to make sense
at this time for many reasons. Thank you so much for writing to me and for
sharing the fascinating references to "Sex in the City" inside a book, and
on the packaging for a perfume product. Wow! You make such
an excellent point that it's startling to see the name of the TV show the
way so many people remember it rather than how it's now "always been,"
especially since authors are typically careful to edit and review and
double-check everything before a book comes out in print. And
similar quality controls are expected for items that clearly are
piggy-backing off the popular TV show, such as this men's fragrance.
These kind of items are deeply satisfying to see for so many people who
remember things this way--thank you so much for sharing these photos!
Changes to Water Bottle
Clair
Australia
I thought you may be interested in this new reality
shift I just noticed. I've had this drink bottle for about a year. It's
never has this awful black strap on it. I just got it out of the cupboard
to use, and was surprised to see it. I don't like it but it's fixed on.
It's awkward in my bag as the bag used to fasten easily before but now I
have to bend this strap. Just hoping I've jumped to a timeline where the
majority of differences are preferable. Wonder if there's a theme in
drinking vessels as you may remember some time ago my set of coffee mugs
developed some interesting extra artwork on the inside. Just thought I'd
share it with you.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for sharing this change to
your drink bottle, that now has a new-to-you black strap. How
amazing that it's suddenly got this new feature, which is hardly something
you were longing for, but rather seems to be a bit of an annoyance.
Yes, I do remember how your coffee mugs changed, which was covered in the
December 2022 issue of RealityShifters:
http://www.realityshifters.com/pages/archives/dec22.html
How intriguing indeed that transformed drink bottle fits your theme of
altered drinking vessels! This might be something meaningful, if
contemplated from the standpoint of what a drinking vessel symbolizes to
you.
Years back in Philadelphia, a video was produced of ten local singers
performing various songs I had written. I was proud and grateful for all of
these artists’ participation. One singer in particular had the
perfect voice and style for the song he was set to do. To my regret,
watching the final film, it was clear that this normally spot on vocalist
had frozen up and drifted noticeably off-key in several spots. Over the
years, I had watched this video quite a few times and always felt bad that
this singer’s otherwise beautiful interpretation had been marred
by these pitchy moments.
Last night I decided to watch this video which I hadn’t looked
at in a long time. To my amazement this singer’s performance of
this song was perfectly in tune.
Added note — I had just completed writing this and went on
Facebook to put it up on this page. The first thing that appeared as a
Memory was a picture I’d put up a few years earlier from the
above mentioned show.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for sharing this experience.
What an extraordinary experience it was, to witness this singer's off-key
moments somehow transformed to be perfectly in tune, when most assuredly
that wasn't the case before. I can certainly believe you with this example,
since I witnessed an entire book change from being excruciatingly written
in an almost apologetic tone, to a matter-of-fact, confident author's
voice--and it was the same exact book I'd had the entire time! I noticed
the change in the book after wishing for some time that the book was better
in these ways. And then one day, it was!
What Color is the Sun?
T.S. Caladan
California, USA
Author of books about the Mandela Effect tscaladan@gmail.com
Seems like a childish question, doesn’t it?
Didn’t we all pick up
the yellow crayon and draw the Sun with radiant lines when we were
children? YELLOW was the most dominate color on Earth and this was due to
our yellow Sun. To astronomers, the Sun was always a “Main
Sequence” star, in the middle: Not a new blue sun nor an old red
sun. For advanced students who have heard of The UFO Incident where Betty
and Barney Hill were abducted by Zeta Reticuli aliens whose home worlds
were yellow suns. Through hypnosis their stories checked out independently
and Betty recalled stars in our stellar neighborhood and discovered that
the small Greys only went to YELLOW SUNS! Our Sun was on their travel
route. Astronomers such as Marjorie Fish and others with the use of
computers have found that these travel-lines of “explorations
and regular routes” made perfect sense. A psychiatrist and teams
of scientists proved the alien encounter when they plotted real sun
positions in our area and discovered that the Zeta Reticulans went to the
very next yellow sun! They bypassed blue, red, orange, green, and purple
suns and traveled to the very next yellow star. YELLOW. We always had a
yellow Sun that rose in the east every morning and set in the west every
night. The suns on Betty Hill’s Star Map are all yellow with
only two very close exceptions. Now ask Google: What color is the Sun?
The Sun emits light across the visible spectrum, so its color is white,
with a CIE color-space index near (0.3, 0.3), when viewed from space or
when the Sun is high in the sky. The Solar radiance per wavelength peaks
in the green portion of the spectrum when viewed from space. That answer
is rubbish. Reality has been “Mandelaed,” changed
from what was. The answer is false information or very different
information from what had been a fixture in Astronomy books and in the
minds of astronomers. Stars/suns do not change color in a lifetime, or in
a hundred lifetimes and not even in a thousand lifetimes. Our Sun did not
change. THE UNIVERSE CHANGED because of the Mandela Effect! If you
studied the question further, you’d find that some astronomers
today have even classified our Sun as “a white dwarf.”
A Dwarf? Seriously? In my 50 years of viewing the stars and studying the
heavens, never, never, never, never did I ever come across a description of
our Sun as a White Dwarf! But now it is? Look at the Sun above you and
it’s not yellow anymore. It is stark White Light. I’m
amazed. If you know a stubborn person you’ve been trying to
convince that the Mandela is real, ask them: “What color is the
Sun?” One astronomical Mandela bugs me. Students of the
Mandela Effect have heard that we are now positioned in a different part of
the galaxy. We have shifted to a different Arm of the Milky Way, which is
possible when one considers other odd changes. Either we were on the
Sagittarius Arm or we have instantly transitioned to the Sagittarius Arm?
That doesn’t really matter. My question is: If we have truly
and dramatically shifted position in the galaxy, why are all the stars and
all the stellar constellations virtually the exact same? If we really
jumped many lightyears in space, the stars would be in completely different
patterns. But they’re not. The constellations are about the
same. There’s a mystery.
Note from Cynthia: Wow, this is super cool that not only do you
remember our previously more golden sun, but you're also referencing some
fascinating documented sources confirming this was a primary feature and
recognizable identifying feature of our star! This is truly
intriguing that the Zeta Reticuli only visited yellow star systems, and
that part of the Barney and Betty Hill account only makes sense when our
Sun is yellow--the way so many of us recall. Thanks so much for sharing
this one--it's awesome! One thing I'd love to add is that some of us have
been noticing for about a decade now that the sun is not rising where it
used to, in the east, but rather noticeably much farther to the
south—and the sun is now setting much farther to the north,
rather than where it used to set for decades that I've been living in the
exact same house. This matches what the Inuit reported to the United
Nations many years ago, around the time I was also noticing this. It's
possible that the Earth is going through some changes in axial tilt, and
related electromagnetic shielding protection reduction.
Weird Experience: It happened again
Morris
Madison, Wisconsin, USA
After months have now passed with nothing weird happening, I
thought I was finally in the clear— but nooooooo, even after
asking the forces not to perform any more phantom light or sound shows,
they must have found a loophole, because I didn't specifically mention
kitchen incidents. Silly me. I woke up around 5:15
this morning -- which is not characteristic of me, especially since
I recently retired from the university— I made my way to the
kitchen, and started to prepare my usual "high protein coffee" shake, as
I've done a hundred times before. I rinsed out my handheld blender
(which has never given me any problems), and gingerly poured two heaping
scoops of the protein powder into it as, like I said, I've done a hundred
times before. I turned around to get the milk out of the fridge,
and when I turned around only a second or two later... I was astonished to
see that the blender was completely empty. On the off chance that I
somehow missed the blender (which really was impossible, because I
always carefully cup the scooper with my hand as I pour), I nevertheless
searched all over the area (including the floor) for a conspicuous, powdery
mess, but there was absolutely nothing to be found. Now I may have been a
little sleepy, but not asleep, I don't sleepwalk or have "waking dreams" or
hallucinations, don't have dementia, and I didn't accidentally knock the
blender over, then cleaned up the mess, and promptly forgot. I made
a second batch, but I suspiciously kept my eye on the blender the
entire time. Score another point for the paranormal. By
now, I've lost track of how many such phenomena have occurred in my own
house, but it's clear that they are winning. I wouldn't have
thought that such a mundane and innocuous thing could be involved in such
high weirdness—but there it is. Why couldn't the blender turn
into a million dollars, or even better, a hot tub with some beautiful coeds
in it? I tell you, it's just not fair. —P.S. If
I now find a mess in the kitchen, I'm going to be so darned
embarrassed—and more than a little concerned about my
mental health. I'm really grateful that someone believes these bizarre
things. I mentioned this most recent event to a couple of people,
who just gave me the fish-eye, and the usual, "You're retired now, so maybe
you've experienced a cognitive error in your mental processing" (i.e., a
thinly-veiled "Hey, you're senile now; what do you expect?" or "You were
probably just dreaming, and it only seemed real," etc.) But I
witnessed it for myself and had a genuine "WTF?” reaction, then
chalked it up to yet another "hiccup" in the fabric of reality. I
can't think of any other explanation of why two carefully-poured
heaping scoops of protein powder (of all things) directly into the blender
would simply vanish from existence. Yes, I've followed the same routine
every morning for many months, so I know I was on autopilot, and didn't
confuse the order of steps. The next day however, I got the milk
out of the fridge first, all the while keeping my own fish-eye on the
blender the entire time— y'know, just in case. I should
be grateful it wasn't my meds that vanished into thin air. I can
just imagine that conversation with my psychiatrist. Say, maybe it was
Carla, reminding me that this is the month of our wedding anniversary;
although I have no idea what she expects me to do about it. Even though she
died in 2006, I already think of her many times every day. Maybe
she wants a card? Flowers? Or better yet, "Say it with a
seance!"
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for writing to me and sharing
this recent fascinating experience. I'm aware from having observed
similarly strange events that this is one of those things that is most
startling to the experiencer, and sometimes does not take on the same sense
of excitement and astonishment to those who hear about it. I
recognize in your report of this experience that there was no chance that
you skipped the step of pouring those two heaping scoops of protein powder,
since this entire process is such a familiar series of practiced
steps.
The Anomaly
Morris
Madison, Wisconsin, USA
To save money, my friend Sara and I carpool to campus, since
she also works at the university. After work on the evening of Thursday
3/1/2018, she decided to pick up some pet supplies, and I ended up
purchasing a well-made Da Bird “cat dancer” toy, just
for the hell of it. She then dropped
me off and went home, but I was too tired to play with the cat at the time,
so I threw the unopened
clear, plastic wrapper on my kitchen counter, and went to bed. Sara arrived
the next morning
(Friday 3/2), but I was running late; the cat dancer was the last thing on
my mind as we rushed out
the door. At the end of the workday, she dropped me off and went home as
usual. This time, I
decided to open the plastic wrapper that was still on the counter where I
had left it the previous
night, and played with the cat for no less than 10-15 minutes. When done, I
unceremoniously tossed
the dancer “as is” on the couch next to me, and went
to bed. The following morning (Saturday 3/3),
Sara showed up on her way to the lab to finish up some work, saw the dancer
on the couch, and
uttered something to the effect of "Oh, I see you took out the cat dancer,
but why didn't you play
with it?" Puzzled, but busy answering emails on my laptop, I asked her what
she was talking about.
She took it into the kitchen behind me, where I could hear her fidgeting
with it, and said "You
couldn't have. The line is still coiled around, and securely taped, to the
wand." Now I'm really
puzzled. Sure enough, she was in the process of cutting a small piece of
thick blue plastic tape with
scissors. According to Sara, on the previous morning (when I was running
late), she had opened the
cat dancer while waiting for me, and tried but failed to remove the tape
manually, so she threw it
“as is” on the kitchen island, not the counter where
I had left it, still taped. But that's not how I
perceived it the night before! It was unopened, on the counter, and there
was no tape; I unfurled the
line to its full length, and tossed it on the couch in that condition when
finished. I instantly
recognized this for what it was—some sort of genuine, weird
physical anomaly. I've gone through
all the conventional explanations: No, at $12 a pop, I certainly didn't
buy two of them. No, I wasn't using it with the twine still secured to the
rod with tape; there was no tape at all. No, it wasn't a waking dream; I
was wide awake. No, I don't hallucinate or suffer from psychotic breaks or
disassociative fugue states. No, it wasn’t a magic trick or
optical illusion. No, Sara is a fun person, but not a prankster. Yes, I
have been on medication for depression and anxiety ever since Carla passed
away, but
that was over fifteen years ago, and they've never had any such side
effects. No, there had been no change in meds, diet, lifestyle, or
anything else, that could possibly account for this as some kind of
misperception or misinterpretation. I can't provide any objective
evidence, but it happened exactly the way I described. To my satisfaction,
it was crystal clear that this simply could not be mistaken for anything
else. Evidently, “observed vs. observer” quantum
entanglement can and does occur above the subatomic Planck level. Perhaps a
corollary exists that two independent observers will not necessarily
observe the same measurements of the same “observed”
at the same time. My own informal thinking involves the partial collapse of
similar wavefunctions in the perceptions of separated observers, then total
simultaneous collapse into a “hybrid” state when
brought together, if they are not aligned “in
synch” for some reason, possibly resulting in some kind of
commonly-perceived mixed state of
location and condition. But who knows? In a hundred years, this gibberish
may go the way of
epicycles, spontaneous generation, and phrenology.
Note from Cynthia: This is so amazing to me that I clearly
recall your sharing this cat dancer toy experience with me many years ago,
and I feel certain that I posted it on the realityshifters website and in
an issue of RealityShifters—yet I can now find absolutely no
trace of it anywhere. I've run a search on the website without
success, and also searched the source files on my computer, and come up
completely empty, which seems impossible to me, since I so clearly remember
having posted it! This in itself is now a very big part of this
entire Anomalous experience, such that it's toying with us all over again,
challenging me to find it when it seems to be completely gone. I
remember every aspect of this cat dancer toy anomaly, and I've not heard of
anyone having anything similar happen to them, so it's now super intriguing
to me. It seems both you and I remember it was sent to me by you
years ago, and I certainly recall having posted it--yet now I find
nothing. Astonishing!
Strange Lights
Morris
Madison, Wisconsin, USA
I believe I also sent you some of my subsequent incidents of
high strangeness, but this first one was the most shocking to me. A
close runner-up "WTF?" incident occurred afterward, but I didn't formally
write it up. On the other hand, it was so unbelievably
strange, that I remember it with distinct clarity.
I had purchased a night light with rotating colors (just for fun)
from Costco, and plugged into the wall of the hallway leading to my
bedroom. There is a long chest of drawers adjacent to the bed, next
to the door. When left ajar, I can see the changing colors faintly
reflecting on the wall, when lying in bed. This one particular
night however, I had just lied down, still fully awake, and
noticed that when the light shined red—and only
red—the color reflected down the hall, straight into my bedroom,
and flashed like red flames across the front of the chest of
drawers. Not just once. but repeatedly. I instantly jumped
out of bed, made very sure I wasn't imagining anything, and after the
"WTF?" moment had passed, two questions immediately popped into my head
(while I was scratching it): (1) Why just the red? A priori, there
should have been no physical difference between that and any of the other
colors. And (2): How could it have reflected all the way down the
hall, and into my bedroom? It had certainly never happened before
(or after). Cut to: a week or two later. My good friend, Sara,
(the same person as in the cat toy story) does not live in Madison as I do,
but in Waterloo, a different county in Wisconsin altogether, about twenty
or thirty minutes from me. Her house is located in the
middle of nowhere in the countryside, and there is a very long gravel
driveway that runs from there to the turnoff on the highway. One
night around 3:00 AM, she was startled awake by a huge, loud
explosion. It seemed that a repeat-offense drunk driver had swerved
off the highway, skyrocketed down the driveway, and violently collided into
her recently-purchased RV—which she always kept parked right
next to the house—and completely totaled it beyond any hope of
repair. When she awoke and looked out of her bedroom window, all
she could see were—yes, you guessed it: red flames—
evidently from the driver's car. If he had instead plowed into her
house, she might have easily been killed. As I've heard it said,
"too coincidental to be a coincidence." But what I am still scratching my
head over is: if my experience was indeed untended to be some sort of
premonition, then why show me when I could do absolutely nothing about
it? The only answer I can come with is that, like Carla dying of
cancer, there are bad things that happen that no one can predict, control,
or prevent—so maybe I should stop blaming myself, and trying to
burden the responsibility for them. Perhaps that's the point. So
how was your day? LOL
Note from Cynthia: Thank you so very much for sharing this truly
amazing experience with the strange way the flashing red light--and only
the red light--made its way down the hall to look like red flames.
And then the extraordinary synchronicity with your friend Sara fortunately
witnessing a car crash into her RV which burst into red flames, rather than
crashing into her home. It seems to me that often we don't get to see all
the other possible realities, but rather just one or two, or possibly a
few. In this instance of seeing red flames and then observing the
relatively good fortune that your friend's home was not struck and did not
go up in flames, but rather her RV was totalled instead. It does
seem there may be a very positive message here indeed, to be grateful for
Sara surviving without having been hit. It seems on some
subconscious level, there may have been awareness of events about to
unfold, and to me it seems sometimes even though we don't have conscious
control over everything, we gain insights that there appears to be some
kind of divine hidden order, even if it is not within our direct conscious
reach.
