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Reality Shifts
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 book, Reality Shifts: When Consciousness Changes the Physical World.

Right Place at the Right Time
Indianapolis, Indiana

This happened way back in 1973, when I was a pilot in the Air Force, stationed at Grissom AFB in Indiana. I was browsing the shelves at a New Age bookstore in Indianapolis, looking for books on healing energies. The lady behind the counter suggested that I contact Jerry Gallimore, who had just published a book on the topic. I made an appointment with him for 7 P.M. on Thursday.

I got off work (from Grissom AFB) earlier than expected that Thursday, so I drove into town. When I noticed a sign about a new mall in town, I went in to get a snack. I then walked around and toured the book store, before deciding to call Jerry to ask if we could meet earlier than scheduled. He said "No," but suggested that while I was waiting, I should go to the new mall and meet a woman who worked in the bookstore there. At the exact moment that those words came out of his mouth, I was looking at the woman he was saying I should meet! I hung the phone up, and went over to introduce myself to her. After we had talked for a few minutes, her mother came into the store (the first time her mother had ever visited her at work). Her mother was a professional psychic, and gave me a reading on the spot that was so accurate it blew me away. I had been asking for evidence of the reality of psi, now I had it.

After that experience, I returned to Graduate School for a PhD in math. I currently teach math and physics at California State University at Dominguez Hills, near Los Angeles. My research is on Unified Field theory.

Missing Ring Reappears
by Richard
Walnut Creek, California

Fixing plumbing at a friend's house, I took off my ring, and set it on a window sill to keep it from harm. Later, at home, I remembered I'd probably forgotten it, and called my friend. I could tell it wasn't there because it took no time to look there, but a long time waiting for the reply, which was in the negative. Prayers were invoked.

I searched the area and my clothing, and asked my family to help. Zero. I put everything from my pockets on a dinner plate, and went through that -- nothing. Finally, I put it all back in my empty pockets, and I went upstairs one more time to look in the bathroom.

On impulse, on the the way back downstairs, I put my left hand in my pocket. My index finger went right into the ring. Impossible, you say! Well, almost.

Winter Miracle
by Susan
San Diego, California

Several years ago I had an amazing experience that I only recently came to realize contained a critical lesson about the nature of prayer, and the miracles we can receive when we enter into that highest state of divine prayer.

It was the first sunny day after a week of snowy, overcast, winter weather that had left me with a case of the blahs. The reemergence of a bright blue sky, and the brilliance of the sun on this morning lifted my spirits and, as I drove to work, I turned up the radio and found myself thinking with great enthusiasm, simply, "What a beautiful day!" Just then, my car was side-swiped on the thoroughfare which caused the vehicle to spin and stop facing the opposite direction from which I had been traveling. No problem here. It was still a gorgeous day. I pulled my car off onto a side-street, got out of it, and saw that the car who had hit mine had been able to continue in the direction we had been traveling and had pulled off into a parking lot further on up and, at this point was across the street from where I was standing. There was no traffic light for crossing anywhere nearby, so I watched for a break in the traffic traveling on the four lane thoroughfare at speeds around forty miles per hour, so that I could run across the road and meet up with the driver of the other car.

When I found my opportunity to cross, I made a run for it. My feet slipped out from beneath me, causing me to land on my back. I realized why the other car had slid into mine in the first place -- there was a thin layer of ice covering a portion of the road. Cars were coming closer to me as I lay in the street. One car, in particular, stood out as a potentially major threat and I made an attempt to rise again. However, the ice was just too slippery and down I went for a second time before I had even fully risen.

As the car driving toward me was bearing down so that I could literally make out slush and dirt spots on it's grille and front license plate, I realized I didn't have time to get out of the way. At this point, I said what I had considered less of a prayer, than a directive: "Don't make it turn out that I have to spend years in rehab. I'm not up for it. If that's the case, take me now." Incredible peace washed over me, and inexplicably (at least in retrospect as I would not ever have predicted this would be my reaction to submitting to my own demise) I found that I leaned my head back so I could fully take in the glory of that blue sky and I repeated just as I had begun my thoughts that morning, "It is a beautiful day."

One end of this story is that the car that was definitely about to run me over, by means of a miracle, ran off the road and landed in someone's front yard. I was able to navigate the ice and run to the woman who was now off the road to find she wasn't hurt, though she was incredibly shaken. She kept repeating, "I almost hit you!" I felt so bad for her that she wasn't feeling the same peace I was at the time.

But, there are other ends of this story that are still revealing themselves after nearly nine years. One of these has to do with the meaning of prayer. I had always thought that prayer was that thing I did when I was feeling desperate and miserable -- yes, the combination of the two was required. Prayer, for me, was what I did when I had hit rock bottom -- meaning I didn't really believe it could happen anyhow. I guess you could say, I thought of prayer as being some sort of event that would further remind me that I didn't have what I most deeply desired at any given point. I can beg as well as the best of them, but, let's face it: we only beg when we're in a position where we believe we're so screwed that dignity no longer holds appeal.

Only recently have I begun to consider that when I gave that directive -- clearly, assuredly and with great dignity: "No rehab. If so, take me now" that I was possibly in the most divine state of prayer that is. In that moment I was working with the universe. My desire was the desire of the Powers-That-Be. That prayer sealed a union and, in turn, created a miracle. I have much to learn about prayer: what it is and what it can do, but I am most fortunate that I had an experience to draw from as I negotiate a higher definition and practice of prayer that comes from a place of knowing, power, and, yes, dignity.

While it is certainly icing on the cake that I wasn't hit when I can assure YOU, at least, I feel I should have been. What REALLY matters most to me now is the PEACE that came over me after I made that prayer. That PEACE was the truest miracle of the whole event -- I mean, it's not like I prayed not to be hit. So there I was thinking I'm going to be run over and yet, still and all, I experienced peace in spite of what I thought was coming.

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