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,
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Physical World.
Missing Keys Returned
Celeste
Yakima, Washington
I recently lost my car keys. When I looked to see if I could find them, I
looked everywhere I could think to look, but I swear they were nowhere to
be found. I looked in the car, and my husband looked in the car... no keys.
I tore my purse apart... and still no keys. I usually hang my keys on a
hook in the kitchen, but could not remember if I had done that on that day
or not. After looking everywhere, we just gave up. I said to my guides,
"Let them show up for me," then I told my hubbie, "Maybe you can make
another set for me," and he agreed.
I went to the other room to do some work on a computer, and he yelled to me
from the kitchen, "Come. You have got to see this!" I came to see what he
was yelling about, and looked at him as he pointed at the direction of the
living room. His eyes were white and he looked stone cold. I followed his
gaze to look up on a hook that was put there for a plant to hang on... and
there were my keys, hanging on the ceiling. I told them to return to me,
and they did, in a most unusual way!
What I'd like to know is whether I made this happen, or was there an entity
there who heard me and put the keys in such a strange place?
Disappearing/Reappearing Tissues Case
Donna
Ontario, Canada
In its infinite wisdom, the Universe has seen fit to throw a few life
lessons my way. This coaching is taking the form of shifting reality, of
course!
A while ago, my youngest son, Michael, used the last tissue in the box, so
we told him to get another box of tissues from the case. We are an ice rink
family, and go through a lot of tissues, so we always keep a case on the
same shelf in the pantry. This time, Michael couldn't find the tissues, so
my husband, Mike, looked for a box... and he couldn't find them either.
Feeling a little frustrated, I went to look. This whole time, I was
wondering how they could possibly miss this huge case containing precisely
9 boxes of tissues, especially since it's been in this exact location for
over 16 months now and they all know where it is. Well, to my extreme
amazement, and annoyance, it wasn't there. OK, I'm always cleaning the
house and waging a constant battle against clutter; maybe I moved the
tissues somewhere and forgot that I did it. So Mike and I then went right
through the whole house, looking in cupboards and closets, under sinks and
over clothing racks. The case of tissues, which we both knew was, in recent
times, there on that pantry shelf, was no where to be found so what do I
do? I add a case of tissues to my Costco list!
The next morning, in my usual style, I carried my broom, mop and bucket,
some Murphy's soap, and a swiffer duster upstairs to do my normal ritual of
dusting the rooms and a quick sweep and mop down. I went through the rooms,
wiped up the bathroom, opened the linen closet, moved the couple of things
that were on the floor out, swept and mopped it, moved the things back in.
Nothing unusual or abnormal was noted. Until a couple of hours
later that is, when I went to get a towel out of the linen closet and what
should be sitting on the floor that I had mopped only a couple of hours
before? Yes! The missing box of tissues! Note to self, scratch 'case of
tissues' off the Costco list.
Seam Ripper & Needle Repaired
Donna
Ontario, Canada
I'm an avid sewer, not like I have a choice really, since figure skating
dresses for my daughter start at around a hundred bucks a pop, and for
what? A leotard with a fluff of material attached that is supposed to pass
for a skirt. Let's not even get into the price of boys costumes here.
Knowing if I want to keep my children dressed properly for the rink that I
would have to take up the material and needle and get busy, I bravely
started purchasing stretchy material and I got busy. A couple of days after
the tissues so agreeably decided to reappear, I was sitting at my sewing
machine, cussing because I had sewn on a skirt lopsided and it would have
to be taken off and re-sewn. Oh! But hark! What is that noise? Why, it was
the welcome distraction of someone popping up on MSN. Hopefully someone
that I would want to talk to. I went and checked, and it was Charles OK, so
he's fun to talk to. I still have to take this skirt off of the dress, so,
I'll just take that and the seam ripper with me to the computer and waste a
bit of time in idle chit chat for a while. Of course, Charles started
talking about interesting stuff, so not much seam ripping managed to get
done, but you know, the little brush on the end of the seam ripper does
make an interesting little pattern when you push it down onto the desk and
sort of spin the tool around and watch all the bristles splaying out, and
guess what? If you sort of plop it down a little harder, then the bristles
splay out to the front and back and look even more interesting. Yeah, I'm
idle and get bored fast and I've also heard all the jokes about small
things entertaining small minds. One thing though. When you decide to
forcefully plunk a brush down onto the desk, you might want to take care,
each time, which end you are setting down. The last time I did this, it was
the seam ripper end that made contact with the desk, and to my great sorrow
-- as this is one of my favorite tools -- the end snapped off. Well,
Charles covered his eyes I'm sure as I began to wah and wail on MSN about
my 'very bestest tool' being broken. He suggested that I quickly gather up
the broken pieces of seam ripper and put them away where I normally did and
that when I went to get the seam ripper again that it would be in one
piece. So I did, and it was! The seam ripper was whole again, for a couple
of seconds, there appeared to be a faint line where the tip had been broken
and reattached, but maybe I was just seeing things, because when I turned
the tool back to that side again, it wasn't there.
One interesting thing to note here, a while later when I told Mike about
this experience, his reaction was to tell me that this wasn't possible and
didn't happen. Instantaneously, I got the feeling that he was right, and
that I had just dreamt that this happened. Luckily, I had written an email
to Cynthia about this, and Charles had also posted to the Reality Shifters
group about it. Otherwise, I'm sure that maybe I would have just passed it
off as a dream, like something that didn't really happen.
Now, back to my joy of sewing yesterday, I had worked all night and was
sleep deprived. Tuesday nights are figure skating nights though, and I had
a few projects that it was imperative that I finish up. With great
trepidation, and toothpicks to prop my eyes open. Ok, not really but I was
that tired. I sat at the machine most of the day and plowed my way through
two dresses that needed to be finished, two pairs of boys pants that needed
straps for the bottoms, 3 hair scrunchies, and a dress that needed to be
shortened. I was working on the Velcro for the pant straps when my machine
decided to become stop being co-operative. Within minutes, I snapped two
needles and had almost ruined the elastic a couple of times with thread
snarls. I couldn't figure out what was going wrong. Amidst great
frustration, it was time for try number three with one of my more expensive
machine needles. About 3 stitches in, that needle decided to snap too.
Well, I said some choice words, slammed my hands down on the table, and
pulled the front compartment off the machine to get yet another needle.
When I removed the front, I noticed that the needle, which was definitely
broken seconds before, was no longer snapped off. It had sort of fixed its
self right in front of my eyes. I can only describe what I saw as sort of a
blurring around the needle, and then it was whole. It happened in an
instant, fast enough that I wasn't sure of what I was actually seeing. OK,
so that worked for me! It was a more expensive needle, and hey, it was
still useable. Just had to open the flap so I could pull up the thread on
the bobbin. That's when the absolute weirdness happened. The bobbin case
was out of the holder, and the whole mechanism had come apart. Even the two
arms that hold the machinery in place and swung open -- not sure how that
is possible -- but hey, easy enough to put back together right?
So what's it all about? Well, after thinking on it for a while, I've
figured out that it's about frustration. My son was frustrated that he had
to go get a new box of tissues as it took away time from his TV show. Then
my husband was frustrated that our son couldn't find the case of tissues
that were always kept in an obvious location. Then I was annoyed that
neither of them could find the case of tissues. As for the seam ripper, I
really didn't want to spend the time fixing that dress again. I would much
rather be moving on to another project or wasting time chatting on MSN. The
sewing machine needles, well, I had left too much to the last minute, and I
was feeling very overwhelmed. Time was of the essence, I needed to get this
stuff done. Last thing I needed was for threads to be tangling and needles
to be snapping. It's important that I do not give into patience and
frustration. If I believe 'I'm never going to finish the dress', then I'll
create scenarios in which it becomes impossible for me to do so. If I curse
the sewing machine, it won't work properly. Same with my children, if I
don't see them as capable of finding a box of tissues on their own -- and
with my youngest, we do baby him quite a bit -- then they won't find them.
We so obviously create every aspect of the reality we live in. Believe,
love, live and work on leaving frustration and can't do it behind.
So, I guess the only thing left is those dishes on my counter. I know I can
do it, make them shimmer into being done? LOL, OK, so maybe not this
time!
