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.
Recently, my washing machine broke and needed replacing. It
measured 59 centimeters in width, and the new machine also measured 59 cm
in width. The new machine was delivered on the due date, and the old one
was removed. Eagerly I connected all the hoses, and started to push the
new machine into the vacant space underneath the worktop. It didn't fit.
On measuring the space, I found that the bottom was 58 centimeters and the
top 61 cm! It simply was not physically possible to fit the new machine in,
and it was a mystery as to how the old machine fit in the first place. As
you can imagine, there was much soul searching and much thought about how
to explain to the store as to why I would like them to exchange for a
smaller machine! As we sat looking at the thing in the corner, I commented
to my wife and youngest child that perhaps we were experiencing a Reality
Shift and explained what that meant. Today (the day after), we went to the
country to recharge the batteries. We returned feeling much better. I
looked at the space, and decided to try again. (This space was measured
over and over again the previous night.) The new machine fit! In fact,
the space now measures 61 centimeters both top and bottom! One amazed wife
and three amazed kids! Me? Nothing surprises me anymore!
A Song for my Father
Laura
Raleigh, N.C
This morning I was preparing the eulogy for my father's
Memorial Service. This was to take place at my house with only the
immediate family there. This was also to be my first memorial service as
an ordained minister. As I was writing the eulogy, I decided to use my
Reiki symbols (I am a Reiki Master) and prayer, to ask my Dad for guidance
to help make his last testimonial just the way he would have wanted it to
be. I prepared the eulogy, and ran to the computer to type it out. When I
turned the computer on, I found an email from a friend. The email was
about a child's miracle that came about because he sang, "You Are My
Sunshine." This was very timely for me, because, as a child, my mother,
father and I always sang, "You Are My Sunshine" in harmony when we went for
a drive. I knew this was my father's answer that my eulogy was just the
way he wanted it!
She Said my Name Before I Said Hello!
Neva
Carmichael, California
Every month or two, I have my nails trimmed by a
professional manicurist named Lien. She is a kind and caring woman who
emigrated from Viet Nam to America many years ago. She is very good at her
work, and I look forward to my appointments with her. The last time I
phoned her office to set up our next appointment, she answered the
telephone by saying, "Hello, Neva!" I was astonished, because I had not
said my name to her! I also hadn't spoken to her in some time, and when I
asked her if she had a special feature on her telephone that showed who was
calling, she replied, "No. I just felt connected to you from the very
first day we met, and I can always tell when people I'm connected to phone
me." A little while later, I phoned Lien again, and once again she
answered the telephone by saying, "Hello, Neva!"
I have had several experiences of time slowing, the most
recent being about six weeks ago.
I was on my way to a training course (on anti-racist perspectives, if
you're interested!) and although I left the house in plenty of time, the
bus, of course did not arrive. I found myself sitting on the later bus
knowing with certainty that I would be late. The thought that I should slow
time down entered mu head very loudly. I concentrated on slowing Time down
and speeding up Reality (if that's not a contradiction!). From being in a
gridlocked city centre, the bus managed to travel a usual 20 minute
journey, without gridlock, in under 10 minutes and I got there on time!
Whether or not I actually did slow time or not is not really the issue for
me at the moment. What is the issue is the fact that usual accounts that I
have heard about time slowing typically involve the experiencer talking of
things in slow motion. I felt that "I" was in "Normal" mode and not in
slo-motion. The "Reality" seemed to pass as normal, it was just as if Time
itself slowed? Hard to explain!
