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A New Door Appears
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
I've been reading the stories about peoples' reality shifts on your web
site for some time now, but have never had a reality shift of my own,
beyond instances of synchronicity, which happen to me often. But I think
I've finally got one. I've worked in the same building for five years now.
For virtually every weekday of those five years, at least once a day, I've
made a trip down the hall to use the ladies' room. As I walk down the hall,
at the far end, I've simply seen wall space, with a door (which is usually
closed) on a small section of the wall that comes out at a right angle from
the wall I face as I walk down the hall.
On one particular Thursday this year, I noticed another door facing me
while I walked down the very same hall. I was so startled that I actually
stopped in my tracks. I have never noticed this door before. Not once in
five years! Now I admit to the occasional brain fog, but five years worth?!
As I reached that wall, where the hall takes a 90 degree turn to the left,
I looked closely at the wall and door frame to see if it looked as if it
had just been put in overnight. But no, it looks like it's been there for
some time. The door frame even has dents, scuffs, and nicks in it.
I asked some of my coworkers about the door, and they seemed very surprised
and amused that I had apparently not seen this door before. But come on...
not once before in five years? That's a bit much, even for me. :) So I
think I have finally experienced a reality shift.
Frank Capra Alive Again
For those who do not remember Frank Capra he was reputedly the best
director in Hollywood of the 1930s, arguably one of the top directors of
all time. Two of his peak films, Lost Horizon and It's a Wonderful Life had
both been great inspirations to me. They were also in part some of the
motivation for my becoming a writer and filmmaker eventually achieving an
international recognition. The field in which I worked was documentaries
and informational films instead of going Hollywood. When I came of age, the
old Hollywood industry (of Frank Capra's time)which had interested me, was
gone. What replaced it held very little interest for me.
However, it was my good fortune to have a friend in Dick Gollin then the
head of the University of Rochester's Film Department back in 1975. He
called me one day knowing of my great love for Frank Capra's work and asked
if I would like to meet him. Frank was in town (Rochester, NY where I then
lived) to lecture at the University and they were having dinner that
evening. It was a love match and I corresponded with Frank for the next ten
years. In 1985 I was stunned by the headlines in The New York Times which
reported the death of the director. I was grieved for some months after
which time I heard that Frank had not died at all. Six years later on
September 3, 1991 I once again read of Frank Capra's death.
My 38 years of research on the nature of human existence can be summarized
in this line, We are spirit immersed in a human experience which is
ephemeral and ultimately, illusory.
As for the meaning of the first report of Frank Capra's death I believe
that we are multidimensional entities (do not exist in just a single
dimension). This has been brought home to me through various mystical
events for most of my life.
For the last couple of years, one of my past clients has owed me a bunch of
money. That hasn't really been a problem, since he just set up a payment
schedule and is giving me about ten percent each year interest, so I'm OK
with the debt on an intellectual level. On my gut level, I'm feeling a bit
stiffed, since I don't get the first check for a month.
I noticed that I must have subconsciously been thinking of myself as
"someone who gets paid back 'eventually'," as a few people owed me small
debts and never quite remembered to pay them back. One was my husband :-)
so I asked him if he would just give me the cash soon so I could think of
myself as "someone who gets paid back" for a bit of a jump start.
The experiment appealed to him, too; he gave me the cash, then over the
weekend I saw the other two people who owed me small amounts. I was
thrilled when totally unprompted, they paid me back! This happened at
separate events, so it wasn't the case that one payback reminded the other
person. The following Monday I got some more work from a client that I
thought had pretty much dried up.
San Diego, California
I had many reality shifting experiences when I lived in the Mojave Desert.
One of the most memorable experiences took place in November of 1997. My
husband and I were both in the Navy at the time, stationed at the Naval
Hospital in 29 Palms, California. It was a Thanksgiving weekend, and I
wanted to drive to a Borders book store that was about one and a half hours
away from home. It was the closest Borders store to us, and I wanted to buy
my dad a copy of a book called "Conversations with God." I had just
finished reading it, and felt a strong desire to share it with him. The
only problem was that my husband and I had recently been having a string of
bad luck with our vehicles breaking down.
I was feeling very apprehensive that our one working vehicle, my husband's
old Toyota Trooper, would break down on the way and leave us stranded. I
couldn't seem to control my fear, and even as we were driving to Borders,
I voiced how much I would hate it if the truck broke down. We got to the
Borders without incident, and I bought the book for my dad. On our way
home, the Trooper started making strange noises, and as we pulled off the
freeway into a gas station it died completely. We tried everything we could
think of to get it running, but the Trooper showed absolutely no signs of
life. We were still an hour away from home, and we knew it would cost us an
arm and a leg to get a tow truck to take us. We thought we could have it
towed to a nearby auto shop, but since it was Thanksgiving weekend, nothing
was open. We couldn't even get ahold of a tow truck. We decided to walk to
an ATM and get some money out so we could get a motel room for the night,
and figure things out in the morning.
Both of us had money in the bank and had used our ATM cards earlier in the
day. Neither one of our cards would work at the ATM, so we went to another
ATM, that ATM wouldn't work for us either. So we walked to yet another ATM,
and still could not get any money out. My husband had $5.00 in his pocket.
Another part to this story was that I had duty at the Naval Hospital the
next day, so I had to call and tell the people at the front desk that I
wouldn't be able to make it to duty. Who should answer the phone but my
nemesis, a woman who worked at the hospital that had acted spitefully
towards me on numerous occasions. I had recently said many mean things
about her to some of my friends because I felt she deserved it. When I had
to explain my story to her on the phone, she acted as if she didn't
believe a word of it. A few days later, I heard that she had said mean
things about me at the front desk, in front of a lot of people after she
hung up the phone with me.
My husband and I had to sleep in the truck that night. It was cold and
miserable, and time seemed to slow down. I had been rendered powerless, by
a few small circumstances, like a broken car and ATM cards that wouldn't
work. Yet I almost felt like I had created the whole situation. Instead of
getting angry or depressed like I normally would have in a situation where
I wasn't in "control", I felt an amazing sense of peace and well being. I
decided to just allow things to happen and be present enough and calm
enough to observe and participate in their happening. This was a new way
of being that I hadn't experienced before, because I was just beginning to
let go of a lot of limitting beliefs from my childhood.
I was sitting in the driver's seat when dawn finally came. I glanced at my
husband to see if he was still asleep. He opened his eyes and said "Turn
the key". I had a moment of doubt and was about to open my mouth to remind
him that we had already turned the key a hundred times, but something in
his eyes stopped me. I turned the key and the truck started! We drove home
with no problems and there truly didn't seem to be anything wrong with the
truck at all. Our ATM cards worked too.
I realized a lot of things because of this experience. I no longer allow
myself to fear anything, because I know that I can easily create the very
thing that I fear and find myself face to face with it! It made me think
"If I can create the things I fear, I must be able to create the things I
desire as well". I also learned that saying negative things about other
people, whether "deserved" or not, isn't a good idea. I don't believe in
karma, but I have experienced that life is circular.