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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.

A Telekinetic Moment
Vancouver, Washington

When I was a young man living in Cincinnati, Ohio, I lived at a place called the Fenwick Club, where I became fast friends with a psychiatrist I called Doc who was in the final stages of his residency. One night, after Doc and I had gone out someplace, I was driving us back to the club when we both got thirsty and decided to stop and get a drink in the rougher section of town. Being a former Marine, I felt somewhat indestructible, although I knew my 5'9" of height on a 160 pound frame didn't instill much fear in anyone.

Doc and I were both wearing suits, and for the first time in my life I was ridiculed in a worker's bar because of what I was wearing. One man in particular became belligerent, and decided to teach me some respect. What the fool cannot understand, he ridicules, believing it grants him superiority rather than the latent idiocy he so freely demonstrates.

When the man stood up, and started for me, I looked at him and said, "Men like you amaze me while at the same time, you thoroughly irritate me. You get a few drinks in you and think you can whip the world. Well, I'm here to tell you that you need to go back, sit down, and shut up." According to Doc, I simply pointed my finger at the man, and he was bodily thrust back in the direction of his seat. Actually, he overshot the seat and ended up in a heap on the floor. He hadn't gotten close enough for me to touch him yet. Doc was in awe, and looked at me strangely after it was over. He was trained to observe in a detached manner, and insisted on talking with me about what had just happened -- I'd pointed my finger at a man, and he'd shot across the room as if I'd pushed him with all my strength.

I would have dismissed the entire incident as hallucination, except for the fact that Doc had a medical degree and was a trained psychiatrist and observer. He forced me to believe that I did what I did. For some reason, this "power" was random... not controlled.

Waiting for a Friend
New York, New York

About two years ago, I arranged to meet someone at a very well-known spot near the Manhattan ferry terminal. This was a place we usually met all the time, so it wasn't new to either of us. After I'd been there for thirty minutes and still hadn't seen any sign of my friend, I decided to call her to see what was up. She answered her phone and immediately asked, "Where have you been? I've been here for 30 minutes!" I told her I had also been there at exactly the same time that she was there -- and she thought I was lying, until someone else told her that, indeed, I had been there for a half hour.

Zenaida's Doppleganger
Palm Springs, California

When I was about eight or nine years old, we had a middle- aged Ukrainian mail carrier whose name was Zenaida. My whole family and I were very good friends with her, and sometimes, when she brought mail, we would invite her in for a minute to give her some juice or an apple. She would agree, and after some small talk, we would send her on her way.

Zenaida was very friendly, and my whole family would always say, "Look, Zenaida is here!" She was like an aunt to me.

Then, we moved away and many years went by. I grew up and went to study for a bachelor's degree in Elementary Education in Puerto Rico, hoping to become a bilingual teacher.

While I was taking a "Psychology of Education" course at the university of Puerto Rico in the suburbs of San Juan, I noticed that we had a female student in our class who was an absolute carbon copy of Zenaida. The only difference was that my classmate was Puerto Rican, and about 20-30 years younger than Zenaida. The likeness was so striking that I wanted to walk up to her and say, "Zenaida, this is me! Don't you remember me?"

After that, the teacher walked in and called the roll. He called my name and other students' names. Then he called out: "Zenaida Lopez Rofriguez"! The girl that was a carbon copy of Zenaida stood up and said "Present!"

Of course, when I told her about the other Zenaida, she did not know anything about our mail carrier, and her family was Puerto Rican through and through.

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