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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.

Missing Keys Returned
Yakima, Washington

I recently lost my car keys. When I looked to see if I could find them, I looked everywhere I could think to look, but I swear they were nowhere to be found. I looked in the car, and my husband looked in the car... no keys. I tore my purse apart... and still no keys. I usually hang my keys on a hook in the kitchen, but could not remember if I had done that on that day or not. After looking everywhere, we just gave up. I said to my guides, "Let them show up for me," then I told my hubbie, "Maybe you can make another set for me," and he agreed.

I went to the other room to do some work on a computer, and he yelled to me from the kitchen, "Come. You have got to see this!" I came to see what he was yelling about, and looked at him as he pointed at the direction of the living room. His eyes were white and he looked stone cold. I followed his gaze to look up on a hook that was put there for a plant to hang on... and there were my keys, hanging on the ceiling. I told them to return to me, and they did, in a most unusual way!

What I'd like to know is whether I made this happen, or was there an entity there who heard me and put the keys in such a strange place?

Disappearing/Reappearing Tissues Case
Ontario, Canada

In its infinite wisdom, the Universe has seen fit to throw a few life lessons my way. This coaching is taking the form of shifting reality, of course!

A while ago, my youngest son, Michael, used the last tissue in the box, so we told him to get another box of tissues from the case. We are an ice rink family, and go through a lot of tissues, so we always keep a case on the same shelf in the pantry. This time, Michael couldn't find the tissues, so my husband, Mike, looked for a box... and he couldn't find them either. Feeling a little frustrated, I went to look. This whole time, I was wondering how they could possibly miss this huge case containing precisely 9 boxes of tissues, especially since it's been in this exact location for over 16 months now and they all know where it is. Well, to my extreme amazement, and annoyance, it wasn't there. OK, I'm always cleaning the house and waging a constant battle against clutter; maybe I moved the tissues somewhere and forgot that I did it. So Mike and I then went right through the whole house, looking in cupboards and closets, under sinks and over clothing racks. The case of tissues, which we both knew was, in recent times, there on that pantry shelf, was no where to be found so what do I do? I add a case of tissues to my Costco list!

The next morning, in my usual style, I carried my broom, mop and bucket, some Murphy's soap, and a swiffer duster upstairs to do my normal ritual of dusting the rooms and a quick sweep and mop down. I went through the rooms, wiped up the bathroom, opened the linen closet, moved the couple of things that were on the floor out, swept and mopped it, moved the things back in. Nothing unusual or abnormal was noted. Until a couple of hours later that is, when I went to get a towel out of the linen closet and what should be sitting on the floor that I had mopped only a couple of hours before? Yes! The missing box of tissues! Note to self, scratch 'case of tissues' off the Costco list.

Seam Ripper & Needle Repaired
Ontario, Canada

I'm an avid sewer, not like I have a choice really, since figure skating dresses for my daughter start at around a hundred bucks a pop, and for what? A leotard with a fluff of material attached that is supposed to pass for a skirt. Let's not even get into the price of boys costumes here. Knowing if I want to keep my children dressed properly for the rink that I would have to take up the material and needle and get busy, I bravely started purchasing stretchy material and I got busy. A couple of days after the tissues so agreeably decided to reappear, I was sitting at my sewing machine, cussing because I had sewn on a skirt lopsided and it would have to be taken off and re-sewn. Oh! But hark! What is that noise? Why, it was the welcome distraction of someone popping up on MSN. Hopefully someone that I would want to talk to. I went and checked, and it was Charles OK, so he's fun to talk to. I still have to take this skirt off of the dress, so, I'll just take that and the seam ripper with me to the computer and waste a bit of time in idle chit chat for a while. Of course, Charles started talking about interesting stuff, so not much seam ripping managed to get done, but you know, the little brush on the end of the seam ripper does make an interesting little pattern when you push it down onto the desk and sort of spin the tool around and watch all the bristles splaying out, and guess what? If you sort of plop it down a little harder, then the bristles splay out to the front and back and look even more interesting. Yeah, I'm idle and get bored fast and I've also heard all the jokes about small things entertaining small minds. One thing though. When you decide to forcefully plunk a brush down onto the desk, you might want to take care, each time, which end you are setting down. The last time I did this, it was the seam ripper end that made contact with the desk, and to my great sorrow -- as this is one of my favorite tools -- the end snapped off. Well, Charles covered his eyes I'm sure as I began to wah and wail on MSN about my 'very bestest tool' being broken. He suggested that I quickly gather up the broken pieces of seam ripper and put them away where I normally did and that when I went to get the seam ripper again that it would be in one piece. So I did, and it was! The seam ripper was whole again, for a couple of seconds, there appeared to be a faint line where the tip had been broken and reattached, but maybe I was just seeing things, because when I turned the tool back to that side again, it wasn't there. One interesting thing to note here, a while later when I told Mike about this experience, his reaction was to tell me that this wasn't possible and didn't happen. Instantaneously, I got the feeling that he was right, and that I had just dreamt that this happened. Luckily, I had written an email to Cynthia about this, and Charles had also posted to the Reality Shifters group about it. Otherwise, I'm sure that maybe I would have just passed it off as a dream, like something that didn't really happen.

Now, back to my joy of sewing yesterday, I had worked all night and was sleep deprived. Tuesday nights are figure skating nights though, and I had a few projects that it was imperative that I finish up. With great trepidation, and toothpicks to prop my eyes open. Ok, not really but I was that tired. I sat at the machine most of the day and plowed my way through two dresses that needed to be finished, two pairs of boys pants that needed straps for the bottoms, 3 hair scrunchies, and a dress that needed to be shortened. I was working on the Velcro for the pant straps when my machine decided to become stop being co-operative. Within minutes, I snapped two needles and had almost ruined the elastic a couple of times with thread snarls. I couldn't figure out what was going wrong. Amidst great frustration, it was time for try number three with one of my more expensive machine needles. About 3 stitches in, that needle decided to snap too. Well, I said some choice words, slammed my hands down on the table, and pulled the front compartment off the machine to get yet another needle. When I removed the front, I noticed that the needle, which was definitely broken seconds before, was no longer snapped off. It had sort of fixed its self right in front of my eyes. I can only describe what I saw as sort of a blurring around the needle, and then it was whole. It happened in an instant, fast enough that I wasn't sure of what I was actually seeing. OK, so that worked for me! It was a more expensive needle, and hey, it was still useable. Just had to open the flap so I could pull up the thread on the bobbin. That's when the absolute weirdness happened. The bobbin case was out of the holder, and the whole mechanism had come apart. Even the two arms that hold the machinery in place and swung open -- not sure how that is possible -- but hey, easy enough to put back together right?

So what's it all about? Well, after thinking on it for a while, I've figured out that it's about frustration. My son was frustrated that he had to go get a new box of tissues as it took away time from his TV show. Then my husband was frustrated that our son couldn't find the case of tissues that were always kept in an obvious location. Then I was annoyed that neither of them could find the case of tissues. As for the seam ripper, I really didn't want to spend the time fixing that dress again. I would much rather be moving on to another project or wasting time chatting on MSN. The sewing machine needles, well, I had left too much to the last minute, and I was feeling very overwhelmed. Time was of the essence, I needed to get this stuff done. Last thing I needed was for threads to be tangling and needles to be snapping. It's important that I do not give into patience and frustration. If I believe 'I'm never going to finish the dress', then I'll create scenarios in which it becomes impossible for me to do so. If I curse the sewing machine, it won't work properly. Same with my children, if I don't see them as capable of finding a box of tissues on their own -- and with my youngest, we do baby him quite a bit -- then they won't find them. We so obviously create every aspect of the reality we live in. Believe, love, live and work on leaving frustration and can't do it behind.

So, I guess the only thing left is those dishes on my counter. I know I can do it, make them shimmer into being done? LOL, OK, so maybe not this time!

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