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
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Physical World.
Everything is Working Out Perfectly
Connie
Portland, Oregon
I've been repeating this affirmation lately, "Everything is working out
perfectly." I say it, even when things are not working out perfectly to my
way of thinking. Then, things shift. Here's a story about just one tiny
example.
I opened a new Certificate of Deposit (CD) at a nearby bank where I already
have one CD. I wanted to receive some of the money back, in the form of a
check, but the rest to deposit in the new CD. The manager said, "Well,
since you don't have a checking account here, we're going to have to charge
you a $5 fee for the bank check." I thought this totally unfair and
unreasonable since I already had money on deposit in their bank. I was
tired that day, and I quickly ran through my options as he left to get the
check. I could make a small scene showing I was upset and he shouldn't
charge me, I could cancel the whole thing and go to my other bank first
where I have a checking account - but I ended up just saying out loud, but
quietly (very important to say it out loud), "Everything is working out
perfectly."
He came back a minute later and said, "Oh, by the way, we decided to waive
the $5 fee because you already have money in savings here." That's just
one story. I've found it's very important to say positive statements like
that out loud. I feel it's because the throat chakra is so powerful, that
we're actually little mini power stations and when we let words pass our
lips, we are generating power.
Spun Clear of Oncoming Rush Hour Freeway Traffic
Michael
Hartford, Connecticut
Some years ago- in 1995, I was driving east on I-84, not far from
Waterbury. It was raining lightly, and traffic filled all 4 lanes. There
were no gaps at all. I looked out on a solid wall of cars heading at me.
It was rush hour traffic, bumper to bumper. I shifted to make a lane
change left, then a car came up rapidly on the left, and I had to shift
back to my lane - and I went too far, I shifted left, and on the pavement,
I spun around. I spun around to the left, and saw 4 lanes of I-84 full of
cars, coming right at me. I continued spinning, through 360 degrees, and
found myself on the left shoulder, just out of traffic's way. My bumper
was slightly bent, and I had to pull it out of the wheel, otherwise there
was no damage. None. In short, somehow, in heavy bumper to bumper
traffic, somehow a hole opened up for me. It took me a while to catch my
breath, I got off I-84, and got some snack food.
The Disappearing/Reappearing Broom
Marilyn
Washington
Several years ago I had 3 friends living with me. Our broom was a Fuller
broom bought by my mother from a Fuller Brush salesman many years before
that. (They last forever.) One day one of us needed the broom, so went
out to find it. Everyone got into the search and it was nowhere to be
found. Winter came and several feet of snow covered the ground. I told
the others it was probably under the snow somewhere and we'd find it in the
spring. Well, spring finally came and still no broom. There
was talk of "a ghost took it". Then one day I walked out into my wood shed
which also has a freezer in it, and there, leaning against the freezer, was
the broom! I stared at it for awhile -- not believing my eyes. Then I
went in the house and asked, "Okay, who found the broom?" Everyone looked
at me like I was nuts. Each one said they hadn't. I told them where it
was, and they all ran out to see it. To this day, I don't know where it
went and how it got back. I still have the broom and it hasn't disappeared
anymore.
Peanut Butter Cookies Appear
Lynn
Westview Farm Bed and Breakfast
http://home.earthlink.net/~lynnk005
I found your site recently... I think through a message board, but I don't
remember for sure. No matter, cause we both know nothing happens by
chance! I have been intrigued and confused by this subject for many years.
I go for a while reading about it and then stop for a while. I guess I am
due to catch up on new writing in this field. Your book list was good... I
was very happy to see "The Universe Is A Green Dragon" listed. It's one of
my all-time favorites! I was also reminded of a time that I shifted
reality quite obviously... I was a rural mail carrier at the time. That
meant no lunch break... just drive from 11:30 to 5:30 or so. One day I was
starving. I went by a box that I would get to on the return pass, and a
flash in my brain showed peanut butter cookies in the mailbox. When I
returned and opened the box, I was absolutely sure they would be there.
They were wrapped as I saw them, and the same number that I saw... plus
they were as good as my mom's ever were! I later saw the person who lived
there, and told her I knew they were in there before I opened the box...
and "Thanks"! I remember "wishing" specifically for peanut butter cookies!
So maybe the wish was received by that person... maybe I altered her
reality! I have had one or 2 other instances, but nothing lately. I think
I am not paying attention enough!
Here's a Reality Shift that happened to my husband and I a few years back -
but I've never forgotten it. Mike and I were driving to a restaurant, and
when we reached it we found that the whole restaurant parking lot was
absolutely full. We swung around and parked in what we thought was
available parking at the mall nearby. Both of us read the printing on the
sign in front of us as saying "Restaurant Parking." We thought, "Oh, good,
we can park here." We had a leisurely meal, then when we left it was dark.
We climbed in the car, turned on the headlights and there before us with
the light shining on the sign, we read "No Restaurant Parking." Neither of
us had seen the word "No" before at all! It was like the Universe
reorganized the words for us, or made us see something else. I thought it
was such an interesting occurrence because BOTH of us saw the same thing.
We were both flabbergasted at the words of the sign as we turned to leave
the parking lot.
Traffic Suddenly Appears
Elizabeth
Johannesburg, South Africa
Just thought I would share another reality shift with you. It was very
early one morning and I was on my way to work. I was a short block away
from a very busy intersection where I would have to execute a right turn
(left for you) into ordinarily very heavy traffic. But because it was so
early in the morning there was no traffic, not a vehicle and not a soul in
sight. However, by the time I reached the Stop sign where I would execute
the turn, the whole road as far as I could see had filled up with traffic.
All this in the space of a few seconds and it looked as if the traffic had
been standing there for quite some time. Marvelous, isn't it?
Manuscript Translation Synchronicities
Michael
Hartford, Connecticut
Some years ago, my ex ran off with her boyfriend, and left our daughter
with me. I was in the military at the time. I was pretty depressed; being
a single parent in the military isn't so easy. I decided I needed to
finish my M.A. thesis since I'd done the coursework. I had no idea how I
could do that, but knew I had to. I talked to my adviser, and he said I
could do a translation of an old text, annotate it, and so on. I thought,
"OK". Close to where I worked, there was a fellow with a lot of experience
in my field, so I asked him if he had any such manuscripts. It turned out
he did, and he wanted to use it to modify his own PhD dissertation. The
manuscript had in fact been given to him... by my University adviser, who
lived several states away. He was so eager to get the translation done
that he begged me to use his computer - this was when a PC cost $4,000 new,
and I didn't have one. I was told at work that I needed to get practice in
my language- and the instructor helped me with hard points in my
translation. I had never been able to get language practice prior to that
time. I did my translation, getting help, moving as quickly as I could.
Soon I had a draft done. My friend, unknown to me, told my University
advisor that this translation was great, couldn't they just accept the
draft as a final version? They did. Then he said I was in the military, a
single parent, couldn't they just waive the $1,200 in matriculation fees
I'd have owed? They did. It felt like an invisible hand was clearing the
way for me. As soon as the thesis was done, they changed policy - and no
more language practice was allowed. This experience may have taught me
more than what I was translating.
Finding My Dream Husband
Bette
Indianapolis, Indiana
I don't know if you would call this a dream or not. It was definitely an
out of body experience. My ex husband and I had separated after years of
his drinking and abuse, and were in the process of getting divorced. One
night after coming home from work, he gave me a particularly bad time with
harassing phone calls and driving slowly past the house. The police had
run him off for the millionth (it seems like) time. Exhausted, I lay down
to try and sleep a little before I had to get up and get my kids off to
school.
It was 2:00 AM, November 7th, and my oldest daughter who was 11 at the
time was sleeping in the bed with me, as she had fallen asleep watching the
news with me at 10:00 PM. I lay down and hoped I would be able to master
the new skills I was learning at work for my job... trying to remember how
the
billing cycles went.
I woke with a start at 4:00 AM, for some unknown reason. I lay back down
and tried to relax. Then I heard a voice, a voice I was very familiar
with. I opened my eyes and there stood my supervisor. I started to speak,
but he pressed his hand gently to my mouth and shook his head as if saying
"no".
He then held out his hand to me and said "come". I could hear his voice in
my head, but his lips never moved. For some reason (why I do not know) I
trusted him and willingly placed my hand in his, and off we went walking
hand in hand silently. We stopped at a beautiful wooded grove, with a
waterfall. We never uttered a word to one another physically, yet in my
mind and my heart I could feel the love coming from him. He took my face
in his hands and kissed me very gently, yet passionately, and I willingly
gave myself to him. We had the most intimate meeting of the heart, mind
and body I have ever experienced, and then stepped together into the
waterfall to let the cool water wash over us. We took each other's hands
again, and began walking. Before I knew it, we were back in my bedroom,
and he helped me to lie back down before leaving. I woke suddenly and
looked at the clock to see that it was 6:30 AM, and my daughter was still
sleeping quietly next to
me.
As I sat up... I noticed my hair was wet! It had been dry when I went to
bed -- I had skipped my shower that night as I was so tired. I remember
thinking to myself it was time to find a man of my own to be with, no good
thinking of one who I could not have, much less was interested in me
especially with 5 kids! I got up, and walked to the kitchen to get a
drink.
As I stood at the sink, I felt arms around my body and my now husbands
voice very soft in my ear "I love you, I will always love and take care of
you." I could even smell his scent. Then he was gone as I turned around.
The next day, I went to work, the first person I saw was him, my
supervisor,
the man in my dream... he looked at me, and his eyes widened and he
hurriedly walked away without a word. For a few days we avoided one
another.
At a chance meeting at break, we happened to be alone..he looked at me and
said " I had a dream about you" I told him I had dreamed about him too.
He said "So it is real". I said "yes it was".
We began seeing one another quietly as it violated company policy and 1
week after we first saw one another he asked me to marry him. I accepted
and have never been happier. It has now been almost 5 years and we are
happier now than we ever have been, and even now we still celebrate our
"first"
anniversary as Nov 7th.
Please let me know what you think of my story. To some it may sound like
fiction, but having lived it, and experienced it... I can tell you with all
my heart it is true, and only one of the most amazing experiences I have
had in the shift of reality. To this day my husband and I cherish it as
one of our most cherished moments, and celebrate the day.
Finding my Soul Mate
Michael
Hartford, Connecticut
After my fourth breakup from an addicted relationship, I just shut down on
relationships. I knew I had to clean out whatever attracted me to them.
Later, I had an email friend, who lived many states away, we shared
work-related info. She mentioned she was really tired of the men she was
dating, so she came up with a lengthy list of what she wanted in a
soul-mate. When she was done, she "put it out to the Universe", whatever
that means. Two weeks later she met him, she married him three months
later, and she was deliriously happy with him. I figured I could write a
list.
So I did. Actually three, at separate times, with some overlap. I wasn't
ready to release it yet, but it did have everything I wanted. I let out
all the stops - I wanted her to share all my major interests, especially
the spiritual ones, and since I was in a space with no limitations, I
decided I wanted her to look like my favorite actress. What the heck,
right?
Somewhat later, I had this urge to get pen pals, including overseas. I
wrote 30 out of one group. One of those 30 continued writing. We shared
interests, I sent her small things. She had bad experiences with men.
Anyway, so here was this pen pal, who shared her interests, was nice,
generous, and so on. So she took a leap into the unknown, and asked about
seven months ago if I might be interested in more than just a casual
friendship. We talked, and interestingly enough, she matches the list I
created to a "T". She even looks like that actress, her face is almost an
exact match. It seems I match what's on her list. She happens to live
overseas, so I have to work through the INS, however, that's ok. She is
Hispanic, and in her culture they still respect husbands, and marriage,
which is a good thing. She's had enough bad treatment that she appreciates
good treatment. She even likes the poetry I write- I'm hopelessly
anachronistic, sonnets and old forms, but I filled up more than one bound
volume for her. This was a dream she had, too, of getting poetry. She
visited this country in September, and I have to meet her parents soon.
Even at a distance, the relationship just keeps getting better and
better.
Cord/Cable Vanishes and Reappears
Michael Brein
mountain-top llama ranch in Oregon
Ambassador-at-Large for MUFON
http://www.michaelbrein.com
I had a very interesting 'reality shifting' experience recently that I
would like to share with you and the readers.
I had recently returned from a trip to Europe during the summer of 2000. I
had one of the Canon Elph S100 miniature digital cameras with me and had
taken a number of digital pictures that I wanted to download on to my
computer.
To do the download I wanted to attach the power cord accessory to the
electrical source and then, in turn, attach a cable from the transformer at
the end of this power cord into this little camera. But I could not find
this dual cord and cable anywhere in my house. It was absolutely NOWHERE to
be found. I had not, afterall, taken this with me to Europe, so it HAD to
be somewhere in my house.
I searched and I searched and I searched for it. In this process I had
emptied out my small Eagle Creek daypack (which I carried to Europe to
carry various odds and ends, including the camera, a tape recorder, etc.,
keys, tickets, etc.) not once but TWICE, completely emptying this pack. I
specifically recall looking into this empty pack and noting that I had
entirely emptied it--I am CERTAIN of this!
You know the kind of obsessiveness or compulsiveness you engage in while
looking and re-looking in many of the same places over and over again,
hoping that, somehow, the misplaced object will show?
I was impelled one morning to go directly to the backpack, fully knowing
that I had already completely emptied it a couple of times--so this would
be yet another futile, irrational attempt at retracing already beaten
paths.
To my complete shock--there it was--the unmistakable clump of spaghetti
wiring--the transformer and all, which if extended out would be about six
feet of cord and cable! Clearly, this was not there before and no one could
have done it!
I must have created at least ten half-baked different theories to possibly
account for this, ranging from helpful gremlins, space aliens, guardian
angels, deceased parents, impending Alzheimer's, sleep-walking, mind over
matter, Sai Baba, ad nauseum.
I am left with the feeling that this incident is a great example of
'reality-shifting'. Since this happening, I have mentioned it to others,
who, in turn, have shared with me their own similar reality-shifting
experiences.
Being no stranger to paranormal happenings myself, I am and remain very
open to other manifestations that do not quite fit our normal conceptions
of reality.
White Squirrel Appears
Kathryn Lanier, Central Piedmont Region, North Carolina
TheMysticInsight@AOL.COM
Copyright 2000 by Kathryn Lanier, All Rights Retained by the Author
Many years ago, while I was a young, single mother, I was blessed to have a
mystical experience so powerful that it cut through all the busy and bother
and noise in my life to shatter my previously held belief system. My step
grandmother was a woman that many would refer to as a holy rollin', Bible
thumpin', southern, Macedonia Baptist. A woman convicted in her faith. A
large woman in personality and girth. The road to our meeting and parting
was mediated by a step mother who seemed to be living our her soul's
experience with the dark side of human behavior. However, without the step
mother, Big Mama would not have been there to change my life in so many
wonderful ways.
After the wedding of my father to his second wife, my father and his
children were not allowed on my step grandmother's property. My step
mother's Uncle Clyde would drive down to the Pisgah Fish Camp parking lot
to pick her up and then brought her back at the end of her stay. I never
could figure out if it was because Daddy was divorced, Daddy had children,
or Daddy was an Episcopalian. In any case, apparently we were all going to
burn in hell as sinners and idol worshippers! It seems my step
grandmother's heart softened as time went on and we were allowed to go up
on the mountain. I really do not know if she softened, or if she just
needed a man around to do the heavy work. Whatever the reason, my younger
brother dubbed her Big Mama and Big Mama she stayed.
Big Mama loved me unconditionally all those years and when she died she
taught me about the other side. In the meantime, I remember her being the
only person in my life who never criticized me - even when I put her sorely
to the test! She nurtured my spiritual development by living out the
conviction of her beliefs. She did not preach to me. She did not tell me
that her way was the only way into heaven. She did not ask or pressure me
to accept salvation as she saw it. She just shared her relationship with
God with me. That anyone believed anything with such strong conviction in
the 1970's left an indelible impression on my heart.
Big Mama considered my oldest daughter, Jillian, to be her
great-granddaughter. She and Jillian were very close. Big Mama had a soft
spot in her heart for children and I saw her treat Jillian with the same
unconditional love with which she treated me. Jillian was always the
center of her world. I became Little Mama when Jillian was born, a title
that I carried proudly. My daughter was only five when Big Mama left this
earth and she does not have any memories of their time together.
Big Mama's transition began with a stomach flu. She dehydrated. Her
kidneys failed. One day when we went to visit Big Mama in the hospital she
allowed Jillian to crawl up on the hospital bed with her and Jillian fed
her bites of ice cream. This was a stained glass moment in which I
realized that my daughter had a special spiritual connection to Big Mama. I
realized that I needed to frame that moment in time because Big Mama was
going to die.
Big Mama's story was that the doctors said that her kidneys should
spontaneously begin to function again and we all went along with it. She
never spoke with any of us about her impending death. Fall in western
North Carolina experiences a wonderful Indian Summer and a glorious
changing of the seasons as the mountains blaze with fall color. During one
of my visits with her, she gazed out the window and said to me "I hope I
get home in time to see the squirrels eat the berries on the dogwood tree."
There was a graceful, old dogwood just outside of the large living room
window in her home. Her recliner was placed so that she could gaze out
into the yard, across the gardens and pastures, to the headwaters of the
French Broad River.
My step mother called me at work the day Big Mama's heart began to fail and
simply said "You have to come, now." I threw down the telephone, grabbed
my coat, and set the land speed record to Jillian's school to pick her up
and to the hospital two counties over. I sat at the foot of Big Mama's bed
most of that afternoon, listening to the awful sound of her drowning in her
own fluids. My step mother suddenly stepped in the room, grabbed my hand,
and pulled me out into the hallway. She said "I can't do this. What do you
want to do?" I replied that Big Mama was leaving and would not care. I
asked my step mother "What do you need me to do?" She asked me to go into
the next room with her and she told me that Big Mama had shared with her
that Big Mama's biggest regret was that she would not live to see Jillian
grow up. Just as my step mother finished speaking, her cousin came flying
out of Big Mama's hospital room and went running down the hall to the
family. My step mother very calmly looked at me and said "She's gone." I
felt like I had been drop kicked by a mule. All the air exploded from my
solar plexus and I doubled over.
For some mysterious reason that I did not quite understand at that time, I
needed to go back in that room. The nurse came in behind me and I reached
back for her hand. I looked at Big Mama's face for a long minute and in
that minute I realized that what I was looking at was not Big Mama at all.
I felt compelled to look up into the opposite corner of the room. I would
love to tell you that I saw a lovely manifestation of my step grandmother
in that corner relieved of all her pain walking down a golden road to her
room in the mansion in the sky. I simply saw the corner of a hospital room
but I felt her spirit just as surely as I now feel my own. I received in
that minute the sure and certain knowledge that our bodies are mere vessels
for our soul's human experience.
The line of visitors at the funeral home the next night, literally, wrapped
around the building. Finally, I had to get out of there and spend some
time alone. I walked out to the front walk way of the funeral home and
still there were crowds of people. I glanced across the parking lot and
saw an ornate cement bench under a very old spruce tree. I walked to the
corner of the building, then to the edge of the parking lot. Just as I was
preparing to step into the parking lot, a perfectly white squirrel
descended the trunk of the tree, stopped, and gazed straight at me. I
knew. I knew Big Mama was indeed home and at peace. I had never seen a
white squirrel before and I have not seen one since. Big Mama is in her
heaven. Of that, I have no doubt.
