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Pa's Wedding Ring
New Braunfels, Texas
My family is just chock full of reality shift happenings. My mother's
70th birthday was on August 22. Her father, a dear, sweet little
man, passed over twenty years ago when he was 84 years old. My mother's
dresser has a hidden jewelry box which is only accessible by lifting up the
whole top of the dresser. My mother keeps many things on top of her
dresser, so the only way she can get to her keepsake jewelry, is by
clearing the dresser and then lifting up the top. She has a candle on
the bookcase headboard of her bed, which is across the room. On her
birthday, she was making up her bed (with my Daddy's help), when something
about the candle caught her eye. She looked a little closer and had Dad
come and look. Around the wick was her daddy's wedding ring, which had
always been kept in the hidden place. And this I know is true... Little
Pa just had to wish his baby girl a happy birthday!
That very same day, my daughter thinks she had a visit from Pa. She was
his "Mousie" because she was so quiet. Well, he couldn't hear very well!
My daughter has a felt cowboy hat and electric shaver of his -- she used to
shave his face for him. Pa's old hat was on a table in her apartment.
All of a sudden, the hat flipped off the table and a penny fell out.
When the penny fell out of Pa's hat, it landed tails up. He'd always
told her, "In a coin toss, always choose tails."
I just had to let you know about these happenings. Perhaps they will
touch someone else as they did me. I know these things happen all the
time, if only people will pay attention.
An old man ran into the back of my husband's tractor trailer a while ago.
Nobody was hurt, but my husband had to take pictures for the insurance
company. So he opened up a disposable camera and took a few pictures, and
then gave it to me to shoot the rest of the roll of pictures, which I
When I got the photos developed, I was surprised to see that in the middle
of the roll is a picture taken from inside of a car of our local bar early
on a winter morning. I can tell the picture was taken early in the morning,
since no cars appear in the parking lot. I can tell it was taken in the
WINTER, since the trees don't have leaves. I can tell the photo was taken
from a car, because you can see the car mirror in the photo. The car mirror
is not a mirror on either of our vehicles. It is the wrong shape and
At first when I picked the roll up and was looking over the shots, I
assumed my husband had taken this odd photo. Then I asked him why he took
the picture and why it appeared to be in winter. He said, "I didn't take
the picture," and "How could I take a winter picture during the summer?" I
then asked my son since he is the only other person with a key to our house
where the camera was, and he assured me that he didn't take the
All I can say is it was a Twilight Zone moments with that little dododo
song going through my head and shivers running down my spine. The bar in
the photo has played a very significant part in our lives, where we
recently made our biggest business deal through someone we met there.
Unwanted Item Disappears
I had just finished reading the book you suggested, When
You Reach the End
of Your Rope, Let Go, which I enjoyed very much. It talked about ways
change your reality for the better, and how what we are experiencing now is
apparently what we want.
One day while I was at the store, I picked up an item and thought, "I don't
know why I'm buying this again," because the company had added a new flavor
which I really didn't like. I realized I was just making this purchase
based on habit, and distinctly remember placing the item in the top front
of my shopping cart. I bought some other items, and then went to the
register to check out. I placed the item on the counter. The clerk refilled
my same grocery cart with the items I had just purchased. I then pushed the
cart to my car and unloaded it into my car, and checked my cart to make
sure it was empty and I had placed all the items in my car.
When I got home, I was surprised to see that the item in question wasn't
there. I looked everywhere and even checked my receipt, and was surprised
to see that it wasn't listed there, either. It was as if I had never
purchased it! I was so puzzled... until I remembered that I hadn't really
wanted it. This was an insignificent reality shift, but an important
Cell Phone Vanishes & Reappears
San Diego, California
My daughter recently went to the first high school dance of the new school
year. Our routine is that she brings her cell phone in her purse and calls
me when the dance is over, and then looks for our car which we park in
front of the school... nothing too complicated. We always go through a
check list of questions such as, "Do you have money, cell phone and student
ID?" before we head out to the dance -- nothing complicated here
When my daughter went to this particular dance, I relied on our "routine"
and awaited her call. There was no call, even after the dance had been over
for ten minutes. I could see that there were lots of people still around,
which meant there was probably no problem, but you know how a parent
After a little more time passed, I decided to phone her. I got a busy
signal several times, and then I got her voice mail, which indicated that
her phone had been turned off... so I start to wonder what had
Suddenly she showed up at the car, seeming a little unnerved. She said that
her phone was not in her purse, and she is thinking that maybe it fell out
when she went to grab her sweater which was placed on top of her purse
during the dance. So, we figured that someone found her phone and may or
may not be using it. We tried calling her number several times, and got a
busy signal and then voice mail. I started thinking that come Monday, I
will have to call our cellular service provider and report my daughter's
phone missing. We began to let go of the trauma, since there was nothing
else we could do.
About one hour after we had arrived back home, I walked into our living
room and looked down at the couch. I was startled to see my daughter's
phone sitting there in plain sight, with her purse and shoes right next to
the phone. I felt certain that if she had left her phone at home, she would
have seen it when she sat her purse and shoes on the couch... right?! I
knew she had checked and rechecked her purse on the drive home, and clearly
her phone was not in her purse.
I believe that once we let go of the whole ordeal... we experienced a
"reality shift," and the phone just popped back into our reality. My
daughter swears that she packed her phone into her purse before we set off
for the dance!
I asked my daughter if she recalled having any thoughts about her cell
phone on that evening prior to the dance and she said no, that she could
not recall thinking about her phone. I will say though that several weeks
back (way before the dance) she talked to me about getting a different
phone... and that she wanted better technology, as she said that she has a
hard time hearing people on the other end. I recall that a few times, she
left her phone at home rather than taking it with her as is her usual
routine, but that was a while ago. Perhaps it's still in her subconscious
that she doesn't really like her phone now... therefore at times, she does
not make it a priority to carry with her? I still think that the phone
shifted in and out of reality... don't you?