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.
Perfect Baby Outfit Appears
Deb
Long Beach, Mississippi
I have been thinking about how there have been many reality shifts in my
life, because I remember saying to myself and others on several occasions,
"There goes another one of those mysteries that cannot be explained!" I
have come to accept this as a way of life.
One in particular stands out in my mind. In the last three years, my
family has had a major baby boom. Last year at Christmas I was looking for
outfits for three baby boys. I needed a 3 month size, a 6 month size and a
9 month size. I found the perfect outfits for 3 months and 6 months, but
could not find the right
outfit in a 9 month size. The next closest baby store was way out of the
way for me and I was running out of time, so I needed to find that outfit
that day from that store. The store did have 9 month outfits, but none
that I liked. I remember looking at the outfit I wanted in every size
except the size that I needed. I looked at that rack where it should be
several times and it was just not there. I would look, wander around the
store looking for something else, and go back to that rack. I would look
again, go ask the store clerk who said that everything that they had was
displayed, and go back to that SAME rack again.
I remember thinking, "This is stupid! The definition of insanity is doing
the same thing over and over and expecting different results." Yet - I
went back to that same rack several times hoping the outfit I wanted would
magically appear. Finally I decided I would have to go elsewhere for the
nine month outfit, but I would look at that rack ONE MORE TIME before I
left. I was pleasantly surprised to find that there on the rack was the
exact outfit I had been looking for! I scooped it up immediately and
bought it right away thinking I must be overtired and delirious, but
relieved and thankful that this "weird" thing happened. I have thought
about that often ever since. I KNOW that it was not there the first
several times I had looked. There was absolutely no explanation for this
that I could come up with! But, I sure was glad that it happened! It
saved me a whole lot of time and trouble.
Minivan Time Travel
Alysia
San Diego, California
I was in the market for a minivan. I asked an inner guide to scout out
this vehicle within the area of San Diego. I heard the guide ask for
details specifically. My response was "dependable and looks good." Alas, I
wasn't specific enough. The guide appeared as a young man who did this sort
of thing for many folks, traveling the collective consciousness matching up
folks. As the future event unfolded I would be driving down the highway and
the steering wheel would shake necessitating a great deal of yanking and
panic would set in. I regained control and had to make a quick decision
whether to catch up to my daughter, unaware of my delimmia, or pull over
for repairs. This location in the collective appeared as 'the accident
planning station.' However, I wished to learn how I was not a victim to
accident. I ask for a mechanic. An authority figure impresses me that when
the time comes, I should use common sense instead of the impulse to return
to the highway. My fears are put at rest and the problem is easily
corrected despite my panic. Upon arriving in San Diego I was led to
purchase this same van after driving right to it from an internet ad. A
fine engine with an unnoticeable hairline crack in the handle of the cruise
control. I had forgotten about the dream.
My daughter and I took the fated roadtrip in the van and pulled off the
highway for a drink. She was cranky from traveling, so we made the same
U-turn as I had dreamed when the steering wheel began shaking and I
couldn't turn it and panic set in. My daughter had no idea I was in
trouble. A
small piece of plastic had slipped down into the steering column jamming
it. At that moment I remembered my dream, and knew I was to remain calm. I
pulled over at a convenience store parking lot, spied a biker staring into
space, seemingly waiting for a damsel in distress and I pounced on him and
he sprang into action. Working together in about ten minutes time, we
managed to remove the offending piece of plastic jamming the steering
wheel. At that moment the biker had become my best friend. If I had gone
ahead into San Diego traffic there no doubt would have been an accident. I
had almost been tempted to take my chances as the plastic was floating
within the cavity and at times I could steer quite well. I found out we are
taken care of. There are helpers who live to extend kindness. I am
convinced the biker and I had an appointment with destiny. This dream
occurred several months ahead of the purchase of the van. There had been
many choices but I ended up with the one with this defect. I needed to be
reminded it is not a random or chaotic reality which I create, and on the
other hand that accidents are actual planned events on subconscious levels
not usually entertained. As for the hairline crack in the handle, next time
I ask a guide to get me a vehicle, I will specify to make sure the cruise
control is perfectly perfect! Be specific what you ask for was the other
valuable lesson besides learning that this world can be a benevolent place
to live in.
