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.
She Was Not There... Then She Was
Polly
West Virginia
The first reality shift I can remember happened when I was
about six or seven years old. I was visiting a friend at her
house, and after a while needed to go to the bathroom.
When I came back from the bathroom, I couldn't find her
where she was when I left her, so I walked through the
house looking for her. I walked into the kitchen (which was
empty) and looked out the window to see if perhaps she
had gone outside. When I didn't see her outside, I turned
around and saw her sitting on a stool at the bar. She said
she had been there all the time, watching me! I know I
had looked right at the bar stool I could see her sitting on,
and it had been empty!
Since that early experience, I've had too many reality shifts
to count or remember. I also have a knack for finding
things... they are usually in a place where someone else
says they have already looked, but not always. Sometimes
I just seem to know to go to the exact spot the item is
placed. I also receive "signs" which I am sure are of divine
or supernatural origin. Many times I have prayed for myself
or others, and then waited for a sign which is not long in
coming. Usually the sign is some unusual item or animal
which appears for me. One sign I distinctly recall is when
my husband was about to lose his job. I prayed about it,
and very soon saw an indigo bunting land on the grass in
front of me. My husband was given a more secure job with
a promotion! I have not seen an indigo bunting before nor
since in my area.
Shift or PSI?
Dee
Oklahoma
I enjoy your monthly ezines. The
June issue seemed to
focus more on psychic issues, which is confusing to me,
because if we shift reality then what is really psychic?
Something once happened to me which I cannot easily
categorize. I was visiting my nephew in California, who
I had not seen in many years. He had just built a new
house, and I wanted to bring a house warming gift to him
when I came to visit. I thought a silk flower arrangement
in a nice vase would be a pretty addition to his new home,
but I didn't have a clue what color scheme to select to
match his interior decor. When I asked the florist what
she would recommend, she suggested something in neutral
tones, but I kept seeing the flower iris in a purple shade.
It seemed to scream out in my brain every time I would go
to choose the flowers. I finally gave in and told the
florist to put in a lot of bright colors, especially purple
irises.
I arrived at my nephew's new home several days later after
the flower arrangement had been sent. He and his wife were
so excited and pleased. They took me to their room which had
a bedspread and curtains by Laura Ashley decorated in "purple
irises!" Did I tune in to their home's interior, or did
reality shift this into my consciousness because it was one
of the flowers I enjoyed in my grandmother's garden, or does
this just prove that we are all so interconnected that long
distances don't really exist?
Receipt Appears/Miraculous Road Rescue
Shirl
South Dakota
I would like to tell you about a few of my reality shifts.
One day I paid for a bill in cash, and got a signed receipt for
the bill. About four months later, a representative from that
company called me, and said that I had not yet paid this bill,
and owed $120. I couldn't just say, "I gave you cash," because
I was certain they wouldn't believe me, so I said, "I'll do some
checking on it, and call you back. I have a basket I put all my
receipts in." I was 100% sure that I would find the receipt in
a matter of minutes and clear it all up -- but I could not find
it. I must have gone through that basket 20 times, searching
for the receipt. I finally decided to go to bed, because I was
so exhausted from looking. The next morning, I got up and went
to take one more look in the basket... and I was astonished to
see that that receipt was right on top! I know it had not been
there the night before.
One day, my car just stopped on me. I was so worried as it had
stopped on a street which is normally very busy -- but at this
moment, there were no cars around at the time. A man cam out
of nowhere and asked if he could help push my car to the side of
the road. I was so happy to have help, and said "Sure!" As
soon as my car was off the road, traffic was everywhere. I got
out of the car to thank the man and offer him some money, and he
was nowhere in sight.
I have done many novena's to St. Theresa and I will smell roses
or receive a rose, or see a photo of a rose on the television and
behold my prayer came true. I am so glad I came across your site,
as I didn't realize this happens all the time.
It all began mid April 1997, when I installed myself a pair of
electrically heated handgrips on my Kawasaki 454 LTD "chopper"
1988 motorcycle which I had bought second hand one month before,
fulfilling a childhood dream.
I was leaving on short notice to follow a therapist week-
training halfway cold Holland, and intended to do the long
trip with my newly acquired, black and chrome motorcycle.
To ensure comfort, I searched and found a pair of heated
handgrips which I installed right away, not aware I was
going to make a stupid mistake.
The handgrips where dutifully installed with the wiring
diagram in front of me. Unfortunately, in the frenzy of
the last night before leaving for the weeklong training,
I connected the wires and switch directly to the battery
under the seat, instead of starting after the general
switch (I had only had one month of experience with the
beautiful machine).
When I realized I had made a mistake, it was too late to
change it. So, when using the grips, I would switch them
off separately to avoid exhausting my battery and
certainly NEVER, EVER forget it! All went well, I invited
several charming ladies for my daily cycle "walk" in the
neighbourhood, and didn't once forget to properly switch
it of each and every time in the cold April countryside.
During the next months, I didn't use the heated handgrips
in the nice Spring weather. Then, at the occasion of the
next maintenance of the motorcycle two months later in
June, I asked the busy Kawasaki dealer and shop owner
to rewire the grips to the proper electrical connection
point. This guy ALWAYS has way too much work and,
unfortunately, he just did the regular check-up but
didn't touch the electric grips... "No time" he said!
At home, I checked again and saw that indeed, the grips
were still connected in the old, "separated" way, as I
had installed them two months earlier.
My life was undergoing hectic changes that Summer. I
was in the middle of the preparations of my move, busy
changing my life fundamentally and restarting my old
therapist job as well. A few weeks later I met a nice
girlfriend and moved, painted, and decorated. I had a
thousand things on my mind. Mostly rather upbeat,
interesting, loveable matters...! My life in those days
felt like a waterfall of energy, motivation, love...
and being "in the flow".
The handgrips where completely forgotten in the lame-
duck Belgian July weather, until one really freezing
night on an evening trip... You know it was just plain
COLD for the season (estimate 8 deg. C. - 40 deg. F)
and I used the heated grips for more hand comfort.
I enjoyed myself in the cozy atmosphere at my favourite
pub and afterwards, on the trip home, talked to myself
repeatedly OUT-LOUD: "CERTAINLY NOT TO FORGET to switch
off the grips manually when home or I would find my
battery exhausted at the occasion of the next ride."
Some days later when going off for my next trip, I
turned on the key switch and saw at the same time
lighten up the green warning lamp of the grips as well!
I forgot to switch off the grips a few days before,
and the switch had been active ever since. My battery
was obviously NOT exhausted, and the grips where now
seemingly connected BEHIND the general key switch and
I understood really nothing about it.
The wiring was now installed in a
completely different location
A week later, I curiously removed the seat and remarked
that my own original wiring was completely gone from the
battery section under the seat. The wires of the handgrips
where instead much shorter now and connected - barely
visible, but NOT reachable - underneath the gasoline tank.
I carefully moved back the almost empty tank as well,
and only then observed the neatly connected wires,
complete with professional plugs of a kind I never
possessed and crimped with a special tool I didn't own!
They where connected where they should be, yet nobody
had touched them during the previous months!
I have told this tale a few times to some friends
and usually hear the remark: "Oh, the technician did
it but forgot it. You never used the handgrips during
June-July, and just didn't notice the proper installation."
Look, I am a conscious, developed, careful and honest
person and I know full well that I handled and checked
it myself at least a few times in that period of time.
The wiring was never touched or changed by my technician
or me! Full stop!
My explanation: In the atmosphere of life energy, a
new love, motivation to do the right thing, genuine
need to switch off the grips, feeling in the flow,
communicating with myself (out-loud talking)... a
psycho-kinetic creative energy was formed to actively
mount the wiring as I wanted it to be done. I think
the rewiring happened during - or at the end of - that
trip itself, fed by the overall energy level and the
genuine feeling or need to handle it well. I was taking
care of the situation as well as I could.
This feeling -- the honest, straightforward, simple
need to find something back that I love -- was also the
key to about ten to fifteen other, similar events in
my life. It's remarkable to me that the conscious
ego mind is always thinking and busy with something
else while this kind of psychic power phenomenon
happens. It takes place not because of the conscious,
egoistic will but because there is some longing, a
deep emotional quest, an almost magic desire to fulfil
from another part of the psyche.
Are you curious about some of these other events? An old
but beloved umbrella, a piece of a vegetable cutter,
my wedding ring, a four minutes time lapse after a nice
dinner with my 1st wife, a three miles (five Km) and
180 deg. displacement on a routine drive to the
supermarket (normally just 400 yards), a life cycles
matrix diagram found back two hours before the client
unexpectedly calls... some tools I forgot and needed
desperately, missing parts, books that resurface right
on time. When the inner energy structure or "psychic power" is
sufficiently "high" or open, things like these can
happen with lots of people. Another striking phenomenon
is that the place where the items return is "logical"
and fits with the meaning of the items itself, and the
timing is in some cases remarkable:
*
The umbrella returned two weeks later with a loud bang in the back of the
four-wheel drive, right on its place.
*
The part of the vegetable cutter was just lying on the dish washing machine
after one week - and two washes later.
*
The wedding ring was found only after several months in the box with
regularly used (round) coins.
*
The matrix diagram was lost for almost a half year in the move and
resurfaced while looking for something else. Just two hours later the
client phoned for a new follow-up session, three months after her previous
one when the missing of the diagram was noticed.
*
The four minutes time lapse was discovered one day later on the occasion of
the seasonal daylight savings time change when my accurate watch, always
adjusted a few minutes ahead on purpose, proved to be one minute
behind.
It is not true that these events happen only to psychics!
