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,
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Physical World.
Brush with Death
journeygirl
England, UK
I first experienced a reality shift a good long while after
Back to the Future came out, some time after the TV series
Quantum Leap ended but before the film Sliding Doors came out. I am
particularly interested in the points where metaphysical and mainstream
cross over, and perhaps it's because of this that I did interpret the
incident as the shadow of an alternate reality.
The incident was a brush with death, which is why it was so
profound, and my memory is as fresh as if it happened last week. What
happened was that I was about to cross a busy city street, not at a
designated crossing as is the way in London. I had done the usual cursory
check over the shoulder, half glancing half listening out for vehicles, and
was about to step off the pavement, when a bus came thundering past as if
out of nowhere. A fraction of a second later, and I would have been in its
path. What made this experience stick in my mind was that I felt and heard
a phantom blow to my cheekbone, as if I had been struck by the bus.
While I did think of it as an alternate reality, I took it as just
one of those strange things twixt heaven and earth. It did not occur to me
that it might be possible to achieve a reality shift with intent.
I have lived in London (England) all of my adult life, always in the inner
areas as I love the buzz of city life. I still visit the street where the
incident happened, though not as often as I now live a couple miles away.
At the time, I was young, free and single so my weekly shop would consist
of a couple of hours browsing pretty things, fun things, interesting things
and tasty things, sometimes buying items, sometimes not. At that time of my
life, I was not consciously practicing meditation but I have always loved
to walk and it is a meditative experience for me.
When I walk, I tend to sift memories of the past, observations of my
surroundings and dreams of the future. I am very much in my head (am having
to work on being more grounded, actually) but at the same time present
enough in my surroundings to be safe. Apart from a handful of years in the
country as a teenager, I have spent my formative years in big cities. Even
as a young child, from 7 or 8 I had a lot of independence, walking the
family dog alone, visiting my friends and traveling to school on my own.
(In those days, all children did so and there was safety in numbers).
This early autonomy enabled me to develop a heightened road awareness, and
yes I do experience premonitions. The most recent was only a couple
of months ago, actually, one weekday morning. I was on my way back from
taking my dogs for their early morning walk. The traffic was heavy and
stationary by the time we got to our zebra crossing, which is right after a
bend in the road. Zebra crossings give pedestrians right of way (eg,
http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID4732/images/abbey-road.jpg) and
are signposted by two big yellow beacons on tall poles. There was a big
coach paused right before the zebra lines. I had a bit of a 'bad' feeling,
but was in quite a rush, as I was running late for work. So across we went,
and lo and behold a cyclist came pelting round the outside of the coach.
Luckily for us, though not for him, he managed to avoid both me and the
dogs but got tangled in the leads and came crashing down. This kind of
accident can get a bit road ragey in London, but we both just looked at
each other dazed, mutually apologised (him for colliding with us, me for
dropping a couple of four-letter words!!), checked we were all OK, shook
hands and went on our ways.
The brush with death experience though, was not premonitory. I am convinced
there was an alternate reality where I stepped into the road and connected
with the bus. In the reality which left me alive, the bus passed before I
stepped out. I don't know where the microsecond delay that 'saved' me
occurred. Maybe I had paused to light a cigarette (an addiction I have long
since shifted away from!) along the way? Maybe I had fiddled with the zip
on my coat? No idea! But it did feel like both realities were running at
the same time. It didn't feel like a re-run, a chance to change an outcome,
which was the concept of the Quantum Leap series. My experience was more
like Sliding Doors. NB it definitely happened before that film came out; I
wasn't living in that area by 1998.
Note from Cynthia: WOW! What an amazing experience! I've heard
about and also personally experienced
times when I've felt a precursory / premonitory phantom sensation of
something before
it happened which served as a warning, but could also have been a brush
with an
neighbor reality. When we are aware that we can receive such warnings and
are open
to the idea of quantum jumps and reality shifts, many such experiences are
possible.
The ones I've had have felt startling to me when they've first occurred,
and later as I
realize some kind of danger having been narrowly averted, my feeling of
surprise
moves into gratitude for being in a more enjoyable reality.
Most people who've shared similar experiences with me have described them
more as being along the lines of Sliding Doors, also, with a strong focus
on a preferred reality, rather than experiencing any noticeable "re-do." I
appreciate your noting the difference between a premonitory sensation and
"bumping" up against a parallel reality... though it seems entirely likely
that premonitions are yet another kind of connection between possible
futures and pasts, as consciousness establishes "hand-shakes" along the
lines that University of Seattle physics professor John Cramer asserts
occur in his Transactional Interpretation of quantum physics. When we
envision how consciousness has access to all possible parallel realities,
and through superposition of states and entanglement, all natural organisms
have adapted to rely on such "inside knowledge," the implications are truly
mind-boggling. This is the subject I dive into enthusiastically in my
newest book, Quantum Jumps, which I think you'll truly
enjoy. :-)
Thanksgiving Thursday Moves Around
Windy
Idaho, USA
Have you heard of people with memories of holiday date changes like me?
Several years ago, in my reality, Thanksgiving changed from the 3rd
Thursday of the month to the 4th Thursday of the month. There are
people out there who also remember 3rd Thursday Thanksgivings. We
must have shifted into this reality where it is celebrated on the 4th
Thursday and always has been.
Note from Cynthia: I have heard of date shifts, such as the
"Tuesday that never was," and years that went remarkably fast (almost as if
someone were teleported through them with filler memories), but not
specifically about holiday dates shifting. This might well be a rather
common occurrence.
Black Elk Speaks Book Vanishes and
Reappears
Windy
Idaho, USA
Yesterday I went in my library to get Black Elk Speaks. I know the shelf I keep
it on, and it was gone. I searched every book and every room of my house.
After an hour of searching I gave up. Today I was cleaning the living room
and brought two books into my library to put them away. I put them in my
Native American section and there was my missing book, Black Elk Speaks,
right where I searched for it yesterday! I had touched each book on the
shelf with my finger, to make sure I didn't miss one, and I did this over
and over again. I know for absolute certainty that book disappeared for a
day. I have thousands of books and Black Elk Speaks is the most valuable
book that I own. I feel Black Elk's presence when I read it, which is so
often half of the pages are loose. I love my old, falling-apart,
highlighted and marked up copy. It is priceless to me. I was looking
for my book Black Elk Speaks so I could reread his account of
White Buffalo Woman. It's very short and I have read it many times.
When I got my book back there was one line I had no memory of
ever reading: "With this you shall multiply and be a good
nation." Black Elk is saying White Buffalo Woman's pipe was
given to the Chief so their tribe could multiply! I was very astonished at
this. I did a Google search on that quote and pulled up many, many
quotes on this line. If it was not there before (which I'm certain it was
not) then how come there are so many people out there
are quoting it? Other than that one line (which said something
else... I can't remember the original version) my book looks exactly
the same.
Note from Cynthia: That's so interesting about the story of White
Buffalo Calf Woman and the pipe, as I also have no recollection of any such
statement as, "With this you shall multiply and be a good nation."
Your experience with your "Black Elk Speaks" book vanishing and reappearing
reminds me of how some of my favorite books at times have done something
similar. On one memorable occasion, a book I'd felt frustrated with didn't
exactly vanish and reappear so much as completely transform from an example
of an author who had little confidence in his ideas to a book in which the
author had tremendous charisma and passion that really came
through.
Las Vegas Casino Flipped to Its Mirror
Image
Windy
Idaho, USA
Three years ago I was in Las Vegas with my son and his wife. We rode the
casino elevator up to the top floor where my car was parked in the garage.
We stepped out of the elevator into another reality. The building was
flipped into its mirror image. My car was not there. We got back in the
elevator, rode it down to the bottom and back up to the top and stepped out
into our own reality. My car was right where I parked it next to the
elevator. When the Casino flipped to its mirror image we were all headed
back to our Hay House convention. I was worried we might be late for
our next session before the door even opened and we found ourselves in an
alternate world. We walked around in the flipped reality for a while,
looking for my car. My son and his wife were freaked out. I wasn't
at all disturbed. My reality had flipped before. I once saw the entire town
of Twin Falls flip to its mirror image. I was amazed at how upset they
were. It made me realize I live in a different world than most
people. I know I am the reason we entered an alternate reality and they
were pulled into it because they were with me. I suggested we get back in
the elevator (and yes it was the same one we rode up there) and ride
it all the way down and up again. It worked--we were back.
William and Jenny were wondering what would have happened if we had
not made it back. Would they be living someplace else? Could they find
their lives in that world? What else would be different? I have
never entertained such thoughts when things change. I
know my life will continue without such problems.
Note from Cynthia: Wow! What a truly astonishing experience to
have in Las Vegas, looking for your car! Thanks for mentioning that you've
witnessed topographies flip more than once--this is a type of reality shift
I've not yet personally witnessed (that I can recall). I know some casinos
are so big with so many elevators, some people might simply assume you
first came up in a different elevator and found everything mirror-image
reversed... but the way you describe this experience, it sounds like you
simply went up to the correct level for your car, got out and looked
around, took the same elevator down and then back up again... and voila!
Your car was where you expected to find it.
Many Things Shift, Including my Husband
Windy
Idaho, USA
My personal objects--phone, glasses, purse, waste basket, desk items,
books, etc. move around, disappear and reappear. My glasses disappeared for
two weeks and then reappeared right where I left them. My waste basket
disappeared for three months and then returned where I had put it. Other
objects move from room to room. People's faces change, and I mean
drastically. I see a dozen different Charles (my husband) and they are
nothing alike. They have different facial bone structures and
different personalities. I know a few other people who have faces that
change. I never before asked myself when did Charlie's face
start to change? Thinking back I have no memory of his face changing
before we got married. We dated for four years and I never
noticed him looking different. I knew someone at that time
who's face did change. This is not a new concept to me. I'm sure I would
have noticed if Charlie's face was changing while dating. I had a lot of
uncertainty over whether I should marry him. We developed a
friendship and I had a caring type love for him, but I knew
friendship, love and money was not enough for a good marriage. Parts of me
had doubts, other parts did not. I suspect one reason I am a reality
shifter is because I have alter-egos. Perhaps our
marriage created many more worlds where
different me(s) split off at that moment.
Note from Cynthia: The times I've most often heard reports of
reality shifts involving people's personalities and faces have involved
people traveling internationally for several days or weeks, and then
returning to notice differences. Noticing your husband's face changing
after you got married is very interesting, as it seems to suggest your
worldview may have opened substantially following your marriage.
