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Cell phone teleports, and barbed wire gone
Maryanne
Montgomery, Vermont, USA
Last Thursday, (October 3, 2024) I loaded my chocolate lab,
Willow in the back of my truck to drive to the nearby rail trail where we
often take walks. Before leaving the house, I reminded myself that I had to
be back by noon for a zoom call. When we arrived at the trail, I decided
to take my cell phone instead of leaving it in the car because I wanted to
keep track of the time knowing I had to be back for my zoom call at 12pm.
Placing the phone in the front pocket of my shirt, Willow and I headed on
our walk. I distinctly remember the feeling of heaviness on the left side
where the cellphone was. I was planning to pick some wild apples from a
tree along the trail, so I carried a bag with me. When we got to the apple
tree, I had to walk up a small incline to reach the apples. As I was
picking, I slid down the incline landing on the ground but quickly got
myself up and picked a few more apples. Placing the apples in the bag,
Willow and I continued our walk. After a short time, we crossed the road
and came to a clearing with a baseball field. I let Willow off leash here
to run around. In the back of the field there is a farm, and Willow took
off and entered an area with a barbed wire fence. I heard her cry and when
I realized where she was, I called her to come to me. She cried again and
as she ran toward me, I saw her face with a line of barbed wire across her
eyes. I panicked. I blinked and when I opened my eyes the barbed wire was
gone. Willow was clearly shaken, I thought she must have cuts and blood
around her eyes and body but as I searched, she had nothing. It was as if
nothing had happened! I said a grateful thank you to God and my angels and
Willow and I headed back to the trail. Before returning to the trail, I
took off my shirt, (I had a T-shirt underneath) and wrapped it around my
waist. As we continued, I realized my phone was not in the shirt pocket. It
must have fallen out when I tied it around my waist. I went back to search
for it, looking around the area that Willow and I had come from. It
wasn’t there. Keeping in mind that I had a time limit on which
to locate my phone, it dawned on me that it had probably fallen out when I
fell picking apples. Returning to the tree and searching in that area
proved useless, and I began to think I would have to return after my zoom
call and look again, perhaps using a friend’s phone to help
locate mine. When Willow and I returned to the truck I loaded her in the
back and headed for home. I was concerned about my phone but more
importantly I was so thankful that my dog was fine. About halfway to my
house I heard a noise that sounded like some type of electronic device.
Then the words “Not Provided” flashed across the
radio screen. “What is that I thought?” I looked at
the screen and saw that my phone was connected to my Bluetooth.
“How can that be, my phone isn’t in this
truck.” When I pulled up my driveway and got out of the truck, I
opened the driver’s side door and looked at the back floor,
there was my purse with my cell phone hanging halfway out as if to make
certain I would see it.
Note from Cynthia: Thank you for sharing your experience with
Willow and your cell phone from the other day--that's so beautiful and
amazing! I'm so grateful to hear that your beautiful chocolate lab
is just fine, and the reality where barbed wire caused her to cry in pain
was only briefly experienced and seen by you. That's so remarkable
that when you blinked your eyes for just a moment, and looked back at
Willow, there was no trace of barbed wire over her face at all. And
it seems there may be some connection with that miraculous reality shift
and your cell phone vanishing out in the apple-picking fields, to return
with such flair so impossibly back in the truck, hanging half-way out of
your purse, like "Ta-DA!" I love it!
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Living in Magical Times
Liliana
Lannemazan Haute Pyrenees, France
We are truly entering a magical time--it's all around us.
Yesterday, I was working in my garden and thinking, “I must
order some logs for my wood burner.” The farmers next door
usually can supply them; it's a team of father and son that work the farm.
At that moment, the son was going past and I asked him if he had time to
cut and deliver some logs. He said that they were busy, but he could do it
next week. I said that was okay with me. He went off in his car (he
doesn't live at the farm.) Ten minutes later, I heard a beep at my gate.
I looked up, and there was the father on his quad bike, with a trailer full
of logs! I was a bit startled, but accepted the reality shift! Usually it
takes weeks for them to deliver the logs, so time is malleable, and things
can happen instantly. How good can it get! I have been watching some of
the IMEC Open Table series, and three things really jumped out for me.
First the one with the mandarin duck: in the U.K., every public park with a
pond has always had those ducks; the Victorians were avid collectors of
flora and fauna, so in the U.K. you see many exotic specimen! The second
was the white bears; in the nineties, I saw a program on the BBC of a team
of scientists having permission to study and film the bears on Bear Island
off the coast of Neufundland; the bears had been isolated from the mainland
for eons, and were not afraid of humans. The third was the white buck; in
Zurich the Fraunchurch is famous for their Chagall windows, but I
discovered on the side an arched walkway that had the most amazing
fresco--a greenwood with a splendid white male deer being watched in awe by
a bunch of nuns. It made my hair stand on end for the obvious sacredness
of the image. I found out later that it stood for the coming of the Christ
consciousness. So it all makes sense; the age of miracles is truly
here.
Note from Cynthia: I just loved reading about your beautiful
experiences! This one is really delightful, as you so
quickly received some cut and delivered logs, right after you'd
heard from the farmers that they were busy and would need a week to get
around to it. How fun to see the logs being delivered in just a
couple of minutes, instead of weeks later! I'm so glad you're
enjoying our IMEC Open Tables episodes--and I agree that the age of
miracles is truly here!
David Icke alive again
H.H.
New York, New York, USA
I'm writing to share a Mandela Effect that I've experienced
recently, and hoping maybe there have been others who have mentioned this
one. I saw a YouTube video recently from "the 11th commandment,"
mentioning an upcoming interview with David Icke. I was shocked, and
thought there must be a mistake, because I distinctly "know" that he had
passed, and I had thought how sad that was, since he had such important
information to share. I think his death was evident around 1-2
years ago; I recall hearing about it on a YouTube channel about how
upsetting it was that he was gone, and then I recall searching it and
seeing he had passed, but with no exact cause of death given. I then
waited, and lo and behold, the episode of that upcoming interview with
David Icke aired. I could not stop staring at David—it was like
watching a ghost speak. I mentioned this only in the comments section
because most people aren't really ready to deal with these sort of
situations, and I've even begun to question how "sure" I am about this
"memory". Anywho, I was going to forget all about it and just thank
"whoever" for bringing David back in the game, but after watching one of
your podcast interviews I figured I'd mention it, to see if you've come
across this one.
Note from Cynthia: Thanks so much for writing to me about seeing
David Icke alive again when you're certain that you'd previously heard
reliable reports of his having passed away. That must have felt
really shocking to see him speaking and busy with current events and
interviews. I've got a feeling that there must be others who also
remember having heard of David Icke's passing away.
Two Cynthias
Kat
Berlin, Germany
It's funny - quite a while ago it was you who informed me
that the lion is now lying with the lamb. Well, in an interview with Amrit
Sandhu I heard you say that a lot of people are disturbed that the wolf is
lying with the lamb and not the lion. So officially I can boast of having
"met" at least two Cynthia personalities. :-) Towards the end you talked
about meeting your future self as a sixteen-year-old - the way you would
want to, just the most loving, best version of yourself (even if she stole
your carefully guarded letters.) That got me thinking about trying to do
something similar - and I'm excited to see how it plays out. A long time
ago I enrolled in primary school education at university because I saw that
after seven years of professional work you could do further training to
become a child and youth therapist. Studying psychology myself seemed
appealing to me, but pointless. Firstly, the numerus clausus was a straight
1,0 (F, I assume, in the USA) - far from my high school grade, and
secondly, maths wasn't my strongest point, which is why I would have failed
miserably in statistics. Well, at that time I started studying primary
school education – until I had the idea to ask whether I would
actually be allowed to teach despite my (mild) epilepsy. I don't know how
it works in the United States, but in Germany, elementary school teachers
teach pretty much all subjects, regardless of what they studied, and of
course they have to act as class teachers. So I called the appropriate
authority and was told that in this case, there would have to be a second
person in charge in my class in case I had a seizure. I then studied
another discipline. Lately I've been realizing how much I would like to
teach young children - and what opportunities I've missed out on. I've now
completely gotten rid of my epilepsy - which took about two years. Now I'm
seriously thinking about motivating my former self to tackle this,
preferably in my late teens. :-) When I was 15, I came across a book by
Jane Roberts: Conversations with Seth, which suggests changing past
decisions by repeatedly and enthusiastically rewriting history in your
imagination. I'm excited to see if I'll one day ambush my teenage self in
her bedroom or in a university hallway to offer this good advice. And if
I'll remember the incident myself. How good can it get? All my love from
Berlin and best wishes for the upcoming elections.
Note from Cynthia: Wow, that's amazing that you remember that I'm
the one who informed you that the lion is now laying down with the
lamb--and yes, I did just this week discuss with Amrit Sandhu that the
Bible now states that the wolf lays down with the lamb! I've found that
sometimes we can best influence our past selves by making a memorable
impression and doing something with symbolic meaning. That's what
my future self did for me by stealing some letters out of the secret hiding
spot in my roll-top desk--I eventually realized I'd given myself a nudge by
preventing myself from putting a relationship on a pedestal in a way that
granted me permission to accept that it's fine to move on. The revision
technique by Neville Goddard (1905-1972) sounds quite similar to what
you've read by Jane Roberts. Goddard was truly a thought leader in
this area!
Lyrics change in Marty Robbins song
Gina
Alaska, USA
Well, I’ve been listening to Marty
Robbin’s cowboy ballads—he's a singer from the
1950s-70s. He was my dad's favorite singer in the world (Dad sounded very
much like him), and we’ve been listening to him A LOT for the
past three years, whenever we visited Dad. For the first time ever,
there’s a new and ridiculous lyric in the song “Mr.
Shorty”- something about the bad guy telling the bartender to
serve Mr. Shorty a glass of milk and maybe he’ll grow--that was
NEVER there before. I have all the lyrics to the whole album mostly
memorized since I was a kid, and this is new. What's the deal? Is it time
travelers changing the world, like in back to the future? Like suddenly
this century did we discover time travel, and now history is being
rewritten? Thought you’d be interested--First queen Hatshepsut,
and now Marty Robbins!
Note from Cynthia: Wow, that's amazing that you remember that I'm
the one who informed you that the lion is now laying down with the
lamb--and yes, I did just this week discuss with Amrit Sandhu that the
Bible now states that the wolf lays down with the lamb! I've found that
sometimes we can best influence our past selves by making a memorable
impression and doing something with symbolic meaning. That's what
my future self did for me by stealing some letters out of the secret hiding
spot in my roll-top desk--I eventually realized I'd given myself a nudge by
preventing myself from putting a relationship on a pedestal in a way that
granted me permission to accept that it's fine to move on. The revision
technique by Neville Goddard (1905-1972) sounds quite similar to what
you've read by Jane Roberts. Goddard was truly a thought leader in
this area!
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