The hundreds of first-hand accounts of reality shifts (aka:
mind-matter interaction MMI, quantum jumping, glitches in the Matrix) on
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Physical World.
The Never-Ending Movie
Susan
St. Louis, Missouri
I was blessed to meet Cynthia Larson about four years ago at a
seminar in the Bay Area. Our friendship was immediate and we
quickly formed a strong bond. Through our conversations, I
learned a lot about reality shifts. Some of these shifts in
reality I had experienced before, so talking to Cynthia about
these was a matter of gaining confirmation and further insight
into what had previously been the unexplainable for me. There
were other aspects of reality shifts, however, that I had never
experienced -- one of these being time slowing down.
Certainly, like everyone else, I had experienced moments when
time seemed to take a long time to pass. A long day at the
office, perhaps, or sitting through a boring lecture and thinking,
"Will this ever end?" But, these experiences were more about my
attitude and not about time's passage per say. Recently, for
the first time I can recall, I had an experience in which I could
actually measure the altering in time's passage.
My boyfriend had just suddenly broken up with me while I was
going through other life changes and I was feeling down and
stressed. I really needed some good old fashioned tender
loving care. I phoned Cynthia and asked if I could come stay
for the night. She promptly agreed, and like a true-blue friend
came to pick me up in the city, drove me back to her house where
she had made fresh banana bread on my behalf. I crumpled into
a chair in the living room and allowed myself to come undone
and to reconcile myself with being "mothered" for the night.
Cynthia made a wonderful dinner for me and at 8 o'clock that
night we put in a movie to watch: "The Music Man". I hadn't
seen this movie since I was a child and was reminded of how much
my mother loved musicals and how we would watch together when
I was a little girl sitting next to her.
Well, this night at Cynthia's the movie seemed to go on forever!
I relished in the comfort of being cared for, of watching a
simple musical from my past, but soon I began to get very sleepy
and couldn't keep my eyes open. At one point, I finally
succumbed to sleep and I remember waking and seeing the movie
still playing and wondering to myself, "How long can this movie
possibly be?" Cynthia checked the DVD screen and found that we
were only about three quarters of the way through the movie and,
yet, it was after eleven o'clock. We had already been watching
the movie for over three hours and still had a quarter of the
way to go!
We both gave up on the movie because we were so tired and went
to bed for the night not before commenting to each other that
we had no idea how long this movie was when we had started it.
The next morning, Cynthia checked the DVD box to find out if
it listed the length of the movie on the back cover, as they
usually do. To our surprise, the movie was listed as running
just over two hours. But, were that the case, we would have
easily finished watching the film the previous night before we
had to give up for the sake of sleep. The movie would have
been over just after ten p.m., not three-fourths through after
eleven p.m.!
Looking back, I can only surmise that I so desperately needed
that night of recooperation, that time slowed down on my behalf
so I could unwind in comfort for as long a duration as it
took: a blessing indeed!
I am a visionary artist and energy healer. When I work on
my paintings, or start an energy cleaning for one of my
students before they start to paint with me, I notice that time
seems to have a non-linear aspect to it. I notice at these
times that I can get into a trace state very easily.
I also notice that sometimes in my house I see white flashes
of someone or some things? It doesn't scare me at all; in fact,
I rather enjoy it! When I paint, I use rose water, which is
energized water from stones I've just done some energy
cleaning on. When I paint with those tools plus using crystals,
stones, and music, my pictures change - forms come out of them!
Butterfly's & angels, aliens, lions, or just people! I paint in
bright colors and strongly believe that colors, sound, and the
energies surrounding us make a really big difference in our lives.
I teach my students to do the same things.
On January 22nd this year, while reading a book, I became a
bit sleepy. I thought to take a nap, and then began thinking
twice. Naps sometimes make me feel groggy, and I feel I need
to start the day all over again beginning with coffee, etc.
I didn't want to sleep away the day because there were things
I had to get done. And that was my clue to myself: lately
whenever I feel I need to do something, especially that I need
to get things done, I stop and do nothing. I take a bath.
Or a nap. Anything to stop myself from projecting into the
future and from thinking I need to change anything and to bring
myself back into the now. I can't do much from a bathtub.
So I opted to take a nap, and as I lay down I noticed my clock
said 11:51. I didn't fall fully asleep, I was in that in-
between area. I could hear my son playing his video game in
the background, and a while later someone came to the door.
My son came in and asked me if he could let the utilities
person into the basement. I heard them walking below me, and
then leave out the back door, and I just lay there awhile longer.
Then I felt I was done and got up. I looked at my clock, and
saw that it said 11:51. No time had passed! I've had this
happen many times before, but when I lay down in silence. I
easily explained it away, thinking it just felt like time had
passed, but I probably only lay down for less than a minute.
This time I couldn't explain it away as "action" had occurred
without the passing of any time.
In August of 1976, I was sailing through the night on the Bold
Venture, when I saw lightning lighting a wall of clouds at 2:00
AM. Cold air was moving down from the northwest, mixing with
moist tropical air -- creating the storm conditions that give
the Bermuda Triangle it's bad name. Since I knew a storm was
on it's way, I rushed down below to don my foul weather gear,
and made it back on deck to roll in the head sail just in
time. The storm hit the Bold Venture at express train speed,
and we "went up on our ear", heeling heavily to the side.
Quickly, I turned sharply toward the wind, and was relieved
to feel the Bold Venture right herself. I reminded myself
that I'd asked for a challenge -- and here it was! One
wrong move, and the sea would have us. I kept my hand steady
and fast on the wheel like an orchestra conductor; I was the
calm in the eye of the storm.
By 7:00 AM, the main force of the storm had moved east of us.
We were still battered by gale force gusts and mountainous waves,
as I saw smokestacks along the shore. Surely these couldn't be
our smokestacks! We were only about five miles out from Lake
Worth Inlet at Palm Beach, Florida. When the storm had hit, I'd
turned sharply to the north, and the wind had kept shifting to
the north throughout the night -- meaning that I'd been sailing
more to the north as the night wore on. My task had been to keep
the boat just enough off the wind to fill the mainsail; it was
like walking a tightrope. Too close to the wind, and the sail
would have backed -- we'd have been out of control. Too far off
the wind, and we'd be knocked flat on the water.
With the Gulf Stream carrying us northward, I'd estimated that
we were approximately 30 miles east of and quite far to the north
of our destination at 7:00 AM. Finding ourselves exactly where we
would have been if there had been no storm was inexplicable.
Strange things take place in the Bermuda Triangle.
I was never much of a believer in meditation and universal
enlightenment. Let me tell you a quick story though. On
the morning of April 25th, I couldn't find my car keys - my
keys for my house and my business were on it. I looked for
them for about three hours. My house is pretty small, so
after three hours time, I had checked every crevice.
For some reason, I got online the next morning, went to a
search engine, and typed "finding lost car keys". Your page
about finding lost things came up. So I read through it,
and wasn't really paying attention to what I was reading.
So I read it again. I just did the first step alone. I
stayed calm and focused, and imagined that cord taking away
my anxiety. I found my keys less than 5 minutes later!
For some reason, I finally remembered that they were in my
hands when I was throwing our some trash, and that they must
have gone into the trash can, too.
Well the thing is - I already checked the trash can. But
there they were. So I am going to read through your entire
web site now with a lot more interest (and get a spare set
of keys). Thanks a lot for all your good advice.
DISAPPEARING PEANUT BUTTER
Lorraine
Bryan, Texas
Recently, my son asked for a peanut butter sandwich, and I
said I would make him one. I looked in the pantry, and saw
that the peanut butter was not in the spot it should have
been in. I looked behind everything in that pantry, trying
to find it. I knew we had a jar of peanut butter, because I
had just gone to the store a few days before, and it was on
my list. My roommate came in at about that time, and I told
her that I could not find the peanut butter. She looked as
I had done behind everything, and couldn't find it either.
I looked again too. Together, we searched about three or
four times (we had even looked in the other cabinets and the
refrigerator).
Finally, I told my son that I guess we just thought we had
bought some peanut butter, but didn't. Later on, I opened
the pantry for something else, and there was the jar of peanut
butter in the precise spot that it should have been in all
along. I couldn't believe it, and even accused my son of
having had it. I thought he had had it up in his room eating
peanut butter from a spoon (as he likes to do sometimes).
Of course, he denied it adamantly, and when I opened the jar,
I could see that it had not been opened. We scratched our
heads on that one for a long time!
