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,
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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
I recently discovered your web site, and find it fascinating. I have a
I now believe must have been a reality shift. One morning as I was getting
ready for work, I put both my earrings on, as
I so often do. I looked in the mirror and saw them both hanging there on
my ears like they are supposed to. Later that day when my hand reached
up toward one ear, I realized one of my earrings was gone. This discovery
distressed me, because these were some of my favorite earrings, and I had
no idea where I could have lost one. That night, I hung the remaining
earring on my earring screen, hoping that some day I'd find the one I had
lost... and there on the screen was my missing earring! I always wondered
how that happened. Now I know.
Bilocation / Doppelganger
Articles that consider how one thing might be in two places at the same
time have recently raised the question: 'Is Nature doing it, or what/who
is?' I submit that as long as physical sciences limit their explorations to
only data from their devices, they will remain frustrated. I submit that
there is ample data from our larger world concerning phenomena such as they
wish to study.I submit that the scientific study of data on 'doppelgangers'
will be fruitful. We are each said to have a 'doppelganger', a double of
ourselves, which may act independently. Here are some interesting items...
THIS is where application of quantum theory might be enlightening:
[a] In several places I have lived, people said they just saw me elsewhere
[b] When I became enthused about astrology while teaching social research
methodology, I attended a regional sociological conference in Seattle. Upon
my return several other professors on my faculty said they had entered one
of the lecture rooms at the conference and attended a lecture by me on the
subject of astrology and sociology. I know, in this mind, that I did not -
but would have loved to.
[c] A lady in Anchorage was taking admissions at a metaphysical program
a man she knew hurried in and got his ticket at the very last moment. The
next morning she met the man, who profusely apologized for being unable to
attend the event which he had so wanted to do.
[d] The great teacher Yogananda tells of meeting his master on a train who
handed him some sweets he had left behind. Those at home denied that at
time the master had ever left their sides.
[e] We may perhaps disregard the case of Swedenborg at a banquet giving his
fellows a running account of the distant capital city burning, which he
he was watching with his own eyes. It could have been remote viewing.
[f] I myself managed in 1972 what I regarded as an out-of-body trip to
a certain girl - however, she reported that she had received me with
affection in material form.
I was sixteen when I found out. The year was 1968. My father and I were in
the kitchen, he, in his usual talk-spot by the pantry door, my sixteen
year-old self in a chair by the window. The two of us were reminiscing
about the time I was a little girl, learning to write the letters of the
alphabet. We remembered that, under his guidance, I'd learned to write all
of the letters very quickly except for the letter 'R'.
"Until one day," I said to my father, "I realized that to make an 'R' all
I had to do was first write a 'P' and then draw a line down from its loop.
And I was so surprised that I could turn a yellow letter into an orange
letter just by adding a line."
"Yellow letter? Orange Letter?" my father said. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you know," I said. "'P' is a yellow letter, but 'R' is an orange
letter. You know - the colors of the letters."
"The colors of the letters?" my father said.
It had never come up in any conversation before. I had never thought to
mention it to anyone. For as long as I could remember, each letter of the
alphabet had a different color. Each word had a different color too
(generally, the same color as the first letter) and so did each number.
The colors of letters, words and numbers were as intrinsic a part of them
as their shapes, and like the shapes, the colors never changed. They
appeared automatically whenever I saw or thought about letters or words,
and I couldn't alter them.
I had taken it for granted that the whole world shared these perceptions
with me, so my father's perplexed reaction was totally unexpected. From my
point of view, I felt as if I'd made a statement as ordinary as "apples
are red" and "leaves are green" and had elicited a thoroughly bewildered
response. I didn't know then that seeing such things as yellow P's and
orange R's, or green B's, purple 5's, brown Mondays and turquoise
Thursdays was unique to the one in two thousand persons like myself who
were hosts to a quirky neurological phenomenon called synesthesia. Later
in my life, I would read about neuroscientists at NIH and Yale University
working to understand the phenomenon... But that day in the kitchen, my
father and I, never having heard of synesthesia, both felt bewildered. For
me, it was one of those coming-of-age moments when I glimpsed that the
world might not really be as I had grown up perceiving it. It was a moment
when that most basic of questions that binds human beings socially, "do
you see what I see?" seemed to hang in a vacuum, independent of any shared
I suddenly felt marooned on my own private island of navy blue C's, dark
brown D's, sparkling green 7's, and wine-colored v's. What else did I see
differently from the rest of the world? I wondered. What did the rest of
the world see that I didn't? It occurred to me that maybe every person in
the world had some little oddity of perception they weren't aware of that
put them on a private island, mysteriously separated from others. I
suddenly had the dizzying feeling that there might be as many of these
private islands as there were people in the world.