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
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Physical World.
Right Place at the Right Time
Thomas
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.
