The hundreds of first-hand accounts of reality shifts (aka:
mind-matter interaction MMI, quantum jumping, glitches in the Matrix) on
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Sue Larson's RealityShifters since 1999. Special issues focusing on
particular types of reality shifts (such as: the Dead seen Alive Again,
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Physical World.
Time Shift on the Highway
Karen
Clovis, California
One sunny mid-afternoon not too long ago, I was driving alone on
Highway 46 on my way to the sleepy little beach town of Cayucos,
California. I was looking forward to meeting friends at our beach
house there. I had made this trip countless times before, and
I was neither sleepy nor disoriented.
Shortly after I passed the spot where James Dean was killed over
40 years ago, a peculiar sign up on short stilts caught my eye
off to the right. It was somewhat hidden from view from the
road, but had obviously been there for quite some time. The
letters were red on a white background, and were placed in a
semicircular fashion (rather than straight across). As I
drove past the sign, I suddenly found myself on a sharp curve
(the road is actually completely straight at that location),
again approaching the same sign!
As I drove past the sign the second time, it became the stack
of a old ship, and I found myself on board looking up at that
stack. The ship appeared to be about 100 years old, and the
other passengers and I were dressed accordingly to fashion of
that time period. I got the feeling that we were on board
some kind of immigrant ship.
I'm not sure how long the time shift lasted and I don't
remember at what point I returned to waking reality, but I
have the feeling that the whole thing took place in an
instant, after which I was back driving down the straightaway
feeling completely disoriented in time. I can still
remember the images of the curved road and the ship with
crystal clarity. I've experienced more than a few
unexplainable phenomena, but this one still stands out in
my mind. I still drive past that same sign from time to
time, and each time I wonder if it will trigger another
strange trip.
By the way, I'm an engineer with a physics minor. I adore
physics, and am becoming more and more interested in
continuing in the study of quantum theory. I absolutely
love your website. You are an inspiration to me!
Time Jump: The Tuesday that Never Was
Emily
Walnut Creek, California
When I was in fifth grade, I experienced a jump in time. I
first noticed something was odd one Wednesday when I was trying
to think about the day before, but I couldn't. I had a vague
memory of doing the usual things such as going to school, etc.
but I didn't have any memory of anything specific. I couldn't
remember what I'd had for lunch, or what I'd learned in school.
But the thing that really caught my attention was this: Tuesday
was library day, and I had a vague recollection of being in
the library and checking something out, but I couldn't remember
what I'd checked out, and I couldn't be sure that I actually
had gotten anything that day.
I never found any library books, and I never got any fines
for overdue books, but I know that every time I went to the
library I checked something out for myself, plus an extra
children's book for reading to my "second grade buddy" in a
program the school had set up. I ended up borrowing a book
from my teacher, who asked me, "Why don't you have a book
already?"
It was basically as though the day just didn't happen, and my
mind cut-and-pasted various memories together to make up
something ordinary that I wouldn't take much notice of.
Afternoon Time-Travel
Gary
Johnson City, Tennessee
In June of 1980, I received word that my paternal twin had been in an
accident, and was not expected to live. I immediately came home to see him.
He was in a coma, and my mother, his wife, and I took turns staying at the
hospital to watch over him.
On one of the days when I was "off watch", I wandered next door to the old
school I had attended in junior high. I sat on the steps, and thought about
the old days at school. I thought about going inside and touring the halls,
but didn't because there had recently been news reports about a possible
child molester hanging around playgrounds. Then I noticed 1950's vintage
cars coming to pick kids up about the time the bell rang. I left the
school,
and went home.
My mother asked, "What have you been doing?" I told her about visiting my
old junior high school, and how I had been sitting on the steps and
reminiscing about old times.
She replied, "That's impossible! The school was torn down two years ago!"
My brother lived by the way, but is handicapped.
Disappearing/Reappearing Coat
Gary
Johnson City, Tennessee
I take my wife out to dinner every Wednesday. One Wednesday sometime during
the winter of 2000/2001, I wanted to wear my Levi's coat with the white fur
collar but couldn't find it. I went through each thing in the closet and
could not find it there. I asked my wife whether she had given it away,
and she said, "No." She came to help me look for it also, but she had no
luck finding it either. I selected another coat, and we went on to dinner.
When we came back home, I opened the closet to hang up my coat... and there
right in front of me was my Levi's coat with the fur collar.
Time Shift on the Isle of Lunga
Mimi
Baltimore, Maryland
Finally!! I found you through Google. Someone who won't
laugh or roll their eyes at my story.
I experienced a time shift this past summer on the Isle of
Lunga, one of the Treshnish group of islands in the Hebrides
west of Scotland. I had left the group as they photographed
the puffins and other sea birds to further explore the island.
It had been a gray rainy, all together typical, Scottish day.
But as I distanced myself from the group, the day became
beautiful, cloudless and warm. As I rounded the island I
could see Staffa off in the distance. We'd been there in the
morning and since I'd been there more than once, I recognized
it as an old friend.
I could then see the landing area where our boat had picked
up a landing ramp anchored off shore, and rammed it onto the
rocks for us to disembark. But there was no boat, neither was
there a landing ramp anchored anywhere. Strange I thought as
I neared what I thought was the top of the hill which would
lead me down to where we'd started. Only it wasn't as it had
appeared, instead it was the edge of a deep and narrow gorge
beyond which I could see the hill descending to the landing
area. I realized there was but one choice and that was to
retrace my steps.
We'd been dropped off at about 1:45 and had been told to be
back by 3:45. I looked at my watch and the time was 3:15. I
panicked because it had taken me an hour and a half to get
there and there was no way I could get back (recircling the
island) in a half hour. I pictured either a boatload of angry
people waiting impatiently as I scrambled over the rocks, or
worse, that they'd leave without me.
Bearing in mind that I am 56 years old, a bit overweight and
very out-of-shape, I tried to run. But one does not run on
a volcanic island that is covered with brachan and peat. It's
uneven. So I tried to find the path, but couldn't. This was
getting serious and fast. I had only one choice and that was
to circle back as best I could.
Yes, there was Staffa off to the upper left, (how can you get
lost on a small island?), yes there was that big island that
looked like a hat, Bac Mor. I had to be getting closer. Then
I realized it was colder, darker, and drizzling - didn't have
time to turn around to see if it was sunny behind me - had to
keep pressing forward. Finally I saw someone, a woman from our
group, sitting on a rock looking through binoculars. I
approached her and commented that I was relieved to see her
as I'd wondered a bit too far and was afraid I'd be late. I
asked her the time and she answered 3:15. I looked at my watch,
sure enough, it was 3:15.
I didn't say anything of course, just kept going and as I
rounded the bend, there was the boat just offshore with the
ramp still tied to it.
Later that night I went to a community gathering in the
village. The boat captain was there and asked me how I'd liked
Lunga. It was beautiful, I exclaimed. Funny, how the weather
broke for that hour, I said. He looked at me a bit strangely
and remarked that it had rained off and on the whole time.
I told him about my experience expecting him to think I was
crazy. But he said quite nonchalantly, that I'd obviously
walked into the "fairy time." "Yeah, right," I answered, "let's
have fun with the American tourist!" He said he wasn't kidding,
that it happened sometimes. He said time stops on the outside,
but continues on the inside. Sometimes people get lost in
there and never come back, sometimes they come back and they've
aged but the rest of the world hasn't. He insisted that it
wasn't unusual. I didn't believe him, still thought he was
pulling my leg.
I went back into the hall to sit with my new Scottish friend,
a local middle-aged lady whom I'd met when I first came to
the village. It was she who'd invited me to the party. I
then told her about my experience. Oh, she said, you've walked
into the mists. She explained it could happen any time any
place, but not that often. She'd never experienced it herself
but had heard of others who had, although she'd never met
them personally. She wanted to hear all about it and was
excited for me that I'd experienced it. I told her I wish I'd
known what was happening so I could have paid more attention
and remembered more details.
I don't really understand the time aspect of it. I personally
believe that I passed into a parallel dimension - rather like
the Glastonbury/Avalon myth. I have photographs too. Most show
a gray misty day but a few show the sunny day I'd experienced.
Now I'm pretty level headed, a Unitarian, so obviously liberal.
But not really into metaphysics. My gentleman friend has a Ph.D.
in Physics and does Neuroscience research at the University of
Maryland. I finally told him about it, expecting him to laugh.
But he said that time is relative and really just a human
invention to try to order our world. He said there's probably
a way of explaining it scientifically, but that "time" wasn't
his field.
