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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.

Mom's Back Seat is a Magic Portal!
Davis, California

When my son was getting himself buckled in for a ride in the backseat of my Mom's Toyota Cressida last Wednesday, he exclaimed "Look! I found a ring!"

Sure enough! We all checked it out, and were surprised to see that it was Mom's old gold wedding band that had been her grandmother's. She'd lost it approximately three years ago and never knew where. She'd even replaced it with a similar ring a couple of years ago, since she missed it so much. My son had found it on the floor in the back of her car -- a car that has been vacuumed at least half a dozen times over the past three years! I then pondered the meaning of the location of the found ring. It appeared in the back of Mom's car, near to where a roll of Mickey Mouse wrapping paper disappeared and reappeared last year. Mom was pretty astounded when I pointed that out to her. It seems she has a portal of some sort in the back seat of her car!

My Mom was so very happy to have her beautiful ring, and said how wonderful it felt to have it back on her finger again. She also wondered what it meant that it should be found now? I thought to myself, "How would Cynthia answer that?" and then suggested she think about what the ring symbolized to her.

Swiss Knife Transformation
San Jose, California

Being a devout believer in the wisdom of the Seth/Jane Roberts works, I am behind you in your efforts regarding consciously creating one's life. My reality shift concerns the last of four genuine Victorinox knives I had purchased in a little village in Switzerland many years ago. It was a little one with scissors, tweezers, tooth pick and a nail file. Over the course of time I lost or misplaced three of those knives. Each time I would lose one, I would feel sad because they meant a lot to me. When I was down to my last knife, for years I was very guarded about keeping it in my awareness. Then it happened! One day I couldn't find it. I told the Universe I knew it knew where my knife was, and that I wanted it returned. I had to chuckle when I stated this because at the time I really didn't think anything would happen. Weeks went by, and I felt forced to go out and buy another of those little knives sold here in the United States. The problem was that the genuine Swiss knife has a nail file shape tip whereas in the US the knives sold here have a small flat-edge screw driver tip. As months passed by, I finally stopped thinking about my lost knife. Then one day, for no apparent reason, I casually picked up the replacement Swiss knife and opened the nail file blade to clean my nails. I hadn't attempted to do this previously with the screw driver tip, and "lo and behold" -- the tip wasn't the screw driver but the pointed nail file! My original knife was back! I thought... "Hmm, that other knife must be around here as well, then." But no. It was nowhere to be found. I didn't care, because my original knife was back, and that was all that really mattered to me. That incident really helped me embrace the reality of different realities. "All time is now" means "all possibilities are also existing now!" This is a powerful perspective for understanding our truly unlimited states of being. Enjoy & In Joy!

Laundromat Synchronicity Story
Kristen Fox
Paicines, California

I was doing laundry at a little laundromat the other day, and got to talking with a lady who was also doing her laundry. She spoke of losing both her children in a plane crash ten years ago, losing her parents' house (but saving her parents) in a flood in North Dakota seven years ago, rebuilding her life, and other amazing tales. I was impressed that after all these things had happened, she still had such a great attitude and positive energy.

Then she told me that she'd recently moved here and was looking for a job. She wanted to know if I knew of any nursing homes in the area. She'd once cooked for about 80 people, and loved working with the elderly, even in her spare time. I could barely contain myself as I told her that my partner John just HAPPENED to work in a nursing home, as a cook, and that his particular building had an open position for a Diet Aide. After her laundry was done, she sped over to the hospital and had a nice, informal chat with John's supervisor, who hadn't even put the job announcement into the paper yet!

After her chat, she sped back to the laundromat to give me a hug and thank me! I haven't heard yet, but it seems unlikely that such a wonderful series of synchronicities with such a wonderful person would go unrewarded!

Anyway - it was really cool and made me smile all day - nothing like a nice kick in the pants reminder of magic!

My Unbroken Leg
San Diego, California

While on a recent camping trip to Joshua Tree National Park, I took a moonlight walk by myself over some boulders. While jumping from rock to rock as I used to do as a young girl, I misjudged one jump, and fell and landed painfully on my right leg. I felt like my leg was broken, and when I went to the hospital emergency room, my doctor came in the room after examining my X-rays, and said "You broke your fibula." Since this hospital is a 'teaching hospital', the supervising doctor came in to see my leg, and she confirmed that she looked at my X-rays and that indeed, I had "broken my fibular head."

I spoke to Cynthia on the phone about my injury, and she did some energy work with me, and then I took some time off from work to rest and recuperate. When I went to my appointment for follow-up visit a week later at the clinic, a medic asked me about how I was feeling, and told me that the doctor should be in soon. Before he got up to leave, I asked, "May I look at my X-rays while I wait?" He turned on the viewing light for me, gave me permission to take out my X-rays, and left the room. I pulled two different X-rays out of the envelope and looked at each one. I didn't see a darned thing that looked like a break or even a crack or otherwise odd disturbance, but, heck, I'm no doctor and I'm not trained in reading X-rays. I just figured I didn't know what I was looking for.

Then the orthopeadic doctor came in the room and said she had just looked at my X-rays, and didn't understand my diagnosis -- as she didn't see a broken bone! She said she even had the radiologist look at them, and he didn't see anything either. It was funny to watch her try to explain how this could happen. At first, it seemed like she was blaming the younger attending physician who first told me I broke my fibula when I went to the emergency room on Monday. But, then when I told her that not only he looked at the X-rays, but also the supervising physician, she got a bit flustered -- not wanting to admit hospital error, but also a bit confused about the whole thing.

She fiddled with my leg. Poking, twisting, prodding. And while I flinched a little bit (more because I was anticipating pain than actually feeling pain), it really only felt like someone was pressing on a bruise you might have received in some random way. When I told her this, she said, "Well, that's probably what you did. You might have just bruised the bone."

In spite of what two doctors said (albeit, one was an intern, but one certainly was not) after viewing my X-rays last week, those same X-rays don't show a single thing wrong with my fibula. How do you like them apples?! After I'd heard this rather startling announcement, I came home to search for my paperwork that was sent home with me from the hospital stating that my fibula was broken. This paperwork was the standard care printout for "a broken extremity". My house was hardly a mess of paperwork, so I felt very annoyed to have lost this paperwork which confirms a 'broken extremity' and then further down 'a broken fibular head'. A while later, while doing some serious cleaning and dusting, I was surprised to find the missing paperwork... under my television set! I do not put anything there; it seemed like it just "appeared" there!

I am convinced that the healing work I did with Cynthia activated this reality shift. Not only was my leg healed, but so were my original X-rays!

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