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Transported Car in Parking Garage
San Francisco, California
One afternoon about four months ago, a friend and I went to see "Opera
in the Park" in San Francisco. We had parked on the 2nd floor in a
busy parking garage. As always, we each made a mental note of where
we parked. We returned about 4 hours later, and began walking up to
the level we parked in. We both commented on how weird it was that
there were no cars anywhere, and how everything seemed so quiet for a
very busy downtown day. We arrived at the 2nd floor and noticed there
were no cars to be found, including ours. We figured we were in
error, and commented on how odd it was for us both to be wrong about
where we parked. We proceeded up to the 3rd floor, to our amazement,
no cars. We were beginning to feel uncomfortable about this, I said
jokingly, "We are either in the wrong parking garage, or in the
Twilight zone." The 4th floor began to show some cars, but not ours.
Finally the 5th floor, much to our relief was full of cars, including
ours. We felt happy to find the car, but were so baffled by our
experience. We then proceeded to drive down to the exit, then by
sheer horror noticed that every floor level was full of cars! We
were both quite bewildered. I wanted to go back to reevaluate what we
had experienced, but my friend was emphatically against it. Normally,
I would have attributed this experience to a glitch in my brain. The
fact that two of us experienced this brought even more validity to it.
I know for certain that we used the same entrance of the garage, same
elevator section, and used all the same doors. We could also see
around the whole level of whatever floor we were on. It was not
staggered. I will never know what really happened that day. These
are things that make you go, "hummmm".
"Incurable" Diseases Vanish
I've had a few strange things happen. I have had a couple of
"incurable" diseases (Hepatitis and Malignant Melanoma) since
diagnosis in 1995. At one time, my weight loss was so bad it was
believed I had to have AIDS. Every test proved negative. I did have
Hepatitis B&C. CHEMOTHERAPY (Interferon) was a disaster, useless &
life-threatening. Thus, I decided to stay away from doctors. But I
seem to have been guided.
Since the medical therapy had failed, I started a new therapy:
intravenous Chelation with intravenous vitamin, mineral & nutrients,
antioxidants. This was done twice a week for maybe 4 weeks. They
mentioned I had never been given a "viral load test" by any previous
doctors. Thus the amount of the Hepatitis in my system had never been
measured. So I immediately had it done. Weeks later the results came
back. The last test indicated a cure -- no Hepatitis virus was found.
The Malignant Melanoma has not reoccurred, either.
Why? It seems maybe I am getting in tune with the universe? No
doctor can lay claim to having aided me. So perhaps all the other
doctors had been wrong? All 10 of them? Was I just recently healed by
this other therapy? It is not why it was being done. Or is this a
case of "spontaneous
healing"? I had been doing all the right nutritional things &
completely eliminated ALL pharmaceutical medicines. I have been
feeling more in tune with the Universe before I had gotten these
results. I had noticed more within even on a cellular level as well
These diseases supposedly are incurable (at least by men)! Well my
reality certainly has shifted, and I see bright light & hope where I
only saw shades of gray.
Things Landing on their Sides
In October of 1997, everything I dropped by accident started landing
on it's side. It happened enough that I noticed it immediately.
Paper would fall and curl just right to land standing on it's side,
paper money - even a coin once rolled and leaned against my desk at
work and landed upright! Pens, pencils (landing upright - they would
lean against something and stop falling!), small boxes, hairbrushes -
everything and anything would land on it's side would, to the point
that even my skeptical friends were awed by it (they didn't believe me
when I told this oddity I was experiencing). This went on
consistently every day for three months. It wouldn't happen if I
dropped something on purpose, but by accident. Then, as suddenly as
it started, it stopped. What is even more strange is that during this
time I was going through a pretty major life change emotionally,
spiritually and physically!
Transported Gold Chain
I could not believe it but here it goes. Tuesday night about 8:30 PM
Eastern Standard Time, I was doing, of all things, laundry. I was
going through clothes that were on the floor in the basement of my
house where my washer and dryer are. Well, I found a broken gold
chain. This same chain has been broken for at least 3 years and
sitting in my jewelry box. I was amazed it was on the floor in the
basement when I saw it. What do you make of that? Seriously, no one
has worn it because it has been broken for at least 3 years. I think
I will fix the chain! (LOL)
Reality Shifts I Have Encountered
I live about three miles from the bloody Bull Run Battlefield Park,
the site of two horrible Civil War battles. There is a vein of dark
red hardened clay "rock" that runs north-south through the
battlefield, and on to other Civil War sites. When it is wet, the
"clay" smells foul. In my back yard I dig up fractured lumps of
quartz (an old stream bed), that have been stained red from the clay.
"What?", I wonder, "is nature perverse enough to create, hide, and
then expose this red vein, just as a marker for the Civil War?" By
the way, the fractured, stained quartz chunks have a decided
similarity to a Heart. Has somebody been time traveling?
Listed below are examples of shifted, altered, or merged realities I
have experienced over the past seven years. They are becoming more
Around 1994, two companions and I were driving across South Carolina
on I-20. A miserable rainy night we were "fighting" two huge logging
trucks that were weaving around traffic, and throwing up spray and
bark. Past Columbia I finally got in front of them, and breathed a
sigh of relief. Less than a minute later I told the companions to
turn around and look. The fast moving trucks were no where to be
seen. There were no roads or exits they could have taken. They just
disappeared! Their only purpose in existence was to harass us. I
don't like reality shifts that involve moving vehicles.
My wife and I went to a major traveling antique show near Washington
(1997). Our habit is to first walk the aisles, noting desirable
discoveries, and then later return to the booths just before leaving,
to make any purchases. At one booth I had seen an etching by F. E.
Church, a horizontal format Niagara Falls. I love Niagara, and love
F. E. Church, and it was affordable. At the end of the show, we tried
to go back to the booth (I still have a mental picture of its location
on the floor). We couldn't find it. We walked the whole Center again
-- no luck. That booth was gone! There was an empty stall near where
I thought that booth should be. I asked the nearby dealer if they had
left, but he said there was never anyone there. No wonder I had never
seen that horizontal format etching before. It was manifested for me.
Increasingly (1999 and 2000), I see blue holes or "tears" in the
fabric of my spatial vision. Sometimes I utter an exclamation such as
"Oh, my" that people around me must wonder. I, in turn wonder why
they don't see the same things I do. I have also heard the "sound"
tones echoing in my consciousness. Supposedly these are an indication
of merging realities. They are clear, beautiful tones of incredible
clarity. They are not like earthly tones, since they contain every
pure overtone possible, all at once. Wonderful.
January 25, 2000, in Washington, DC, I arose early that morning and
exclaimed: "We are not in the same reality." Upon looking out the
window, I saw three inches of snow. When all DC went to bed the night
before, we were promised fair weather. Of course some weathermen and
announcers were up all night, and consciously participated in the
shift. A front suddenly formed. The talk shows were busy for days
discussing the failed weather prediction.
I was scheduled to teach a two-day course in the Boston area. I left
on Friday afternoon, and had Monday off since it was President's day.
I always turn off my computer system, since I am an energy hound. I
went to Boston and returned. Back in the office, my computer was on!
Further, the "Mouse" had a different feel to it, and didn't click the
same way it did. Our computers are networked and password protected.
Watch for computers to show up increasingly in reality shifts.
On March 10, 2000, I was driving east on I-66 toward Washington as the
dawn was breaking with heavy clouds. In less than a second I saw a
hands-breadth parting of the sky at a horizontal line just above the
horizon, ripple to black -- gone. It was instantly replaced with an
On Tuesday March 14, 2000, I noticed that some plants looked wilted.
They are in a location that is hard to water, and I have lost plants
there because of it. I hadn't watered these for at least several
weeks, and I again I was too busy. Two days later, when I saw the
plants again and remembered, I got two glasses of water. To my
surprise, the plants were wet, and one had standing water. Now most
people would simply say I watered them and had forgotten about it.
That's not like me at all. Rather this is an indication of a reality
Mid-March 2000, my wife asked if I had been drinking Sprite. I had on
occasion. The refrigerator was bare of Sprite, so she looked around,
checked shelves and pantries. She couldn't find any, so she decided
to put it on her Grocery List. Two days later, mid-week, (she shops on
Saturday), she opened the refrigerator, and there in its usual place
is a two quart bottle of Sprite. She tried to say I put it there, but
I hadn't. The reality had shifted back to one with Sprite in the
refrigerator. Could the name Sprite be an indication of the cause of
Mid-March 2000, sitting at the computer one night, I looked out the
adjacent window to see that my yard light was the only one lighted.
We don't have streetlights, and all houses have post-top yard lights,
plus some coach lights beside the front doors. Mine was the only one.
The entire neighborhood was dark, including lights from any windows.
I spotted this as an abnormal condition. With out resolution, I fell
asleep. Next night everything was back to normal.
Here in northern Virginia, we have had some powerful wind and
hailstorms in the spring of 2000. Many of our neighbors have had
their roofs replaced by insurance claims. After a gusty storm in
July, I found yet another broken shingle on the ground. (Here it
comes!) I called my wife to the far corner of the back deck so we
could look up at the roof. I pointed out that the shingles that are
supposed to cover a roof "valley" were all missing, and you could see
the sheet metal flashing. It was time to act. We called our
insurance company. The inspector quickly came, and did not find
sufficient damage for our claim. My wife and I went back out on the
deck, out to the far corner again. The roof "valley" was completely
covered with ten-year-old shingles. No sheet metal was visible. (She
remembers the sheet metal also.) Either there was a reality shift, or
something projected that view of sheet metal into our minds, so we
would go through that insurance adjuster routine.
Sprite, Lights, Holes, and Tones. Without a doubt, the rate of
reality shifts is increasing for me. But why do they involve silly
things like the Sprite bottle? Could it be that something is trying
to get our attention? Could it be that we would go insane if we drove
to Washington, only to get out of the car in Charleston? Can we
select our reality? Did we select the reality we are in?
Periodically, I experience "milestone" checks. These start with a
dream or a dream-like premonition. A short time later, I will have an
experience very similar to the dream. Then I say to myself: "Yes, I
am right on schedule with my life. I have not seriously deviated from
my life plan."