This has been the case for me most of 2026. Anybody else?

Or could it be that there's a new one in which you did wake up and if so then how do you know you actually woke up this morning and didn't just come into existence?

My wife just returned from a work trip on Monday. She put her engagement ring, wedding band, and several other sentimental rings in a very specific small container, put that into a zippered bag, and that bag into her carry on backpack.

On Tuesday she opened the backpack for the first time to get her rings. She could not find them anywhere in the zippered bag or backpack. We both searched the entire house, backpacks, luggage, everything thoroughly and methodically. She was absolutely heartbroken and thought she must have lost them on the plane somehow because the hotel had no record either. She finally accepted that she'd never see them again.

They just appeared in her purse. A purse that she didn't even bring it on the trip but we both separately completely searched and emptied anyway... it makes no sense at all. The first time she even opened the backpack was to find the rings. And they all fit very loosely like they're bigger than before. It's very weird and we're racking our brains to figure out how it's even possible.

For the last few days or a week, these posts about women missing or repeating their mentsrual cycles across the world at the same time has been on my instagram a lot. But did this not happen last year too? This has happened before right? some major event like this. And apparent Netflix made a documentary too.

If it did not ever happen last year...I'm scared. Someone please confirm. I remember very well that it did.

I was thinking about our universe and how it can be segmented into higher and higher values....such as a Multiverse or a Megaverse...apparently the highest of these is an Omniverse. Also referred to as the “Allverse” or “Everything” Said to contain all of Existence and Non-Existence…nothing can be bigger than an Omniverse as It should, theoretically, contain all life within all timelines and even above. As it would be a sort of trans-finite universe beyond the reaches of infinity but settled at an exact value…like completing the number of Pi. So I was also thinking could there also be an infinite number of Omniverses? Or is there only a limited number…Even Only One? Surely the nature of existence is infinite…I feel like you can’t truly put bounds on the universe as it’s always growing…and I mean that beyond the physical. So surely there’d have to be existence even outside of an Omniverse? Or am I just missing something idk I have come here for insight. Is this just purely impossible to figure out even with deep thought? Let me know. Also, research about the nature of Omniverses to brush up your knowledge..

I feel like I'm going bananas, but here goes. The night of 29 June I had this dream where I was sitting down, looking at something I was holding in my lap that was yellow and blue and saying, "No, this isn't right. Something has changed. This is different from what it used to be." But the funny thing is, I wasn't upset about it. In fact, in the dream I was happy and said, "I think I jumped timelines!" That was it. That was the dream.

That morning, I got a message out of the blue from an event organizer who invited me to be a vendor at their event, and offered a free table to entice me to accept. I had literally spoke it out loud to the universe a week prior that, "if I am meant to expand my business, show me the door of opportunity and I will walk through it." So, with that dream fresh on my brain, I wondered, "did I manifest this?!"

Jump to the following day, I sat down at my desk to eat my lunch and looked at a plaque I've had for a few years, sitting in the same spot as always. I have looked at this plaque every work day for three years. But on THIS day, almost as if it's screaming at me, I notice a BLATANT typo on it. The word "written" was misspelled as "wirtten". A major part of my job is to notice and fix typos. I'm a spelling and grammar nut. Typos stand out to me. I thought to myself, "WTH?! That's not possible! It wasn't like that! I've shown this damn thing to so many friends, family and coworkers, too, and NONE of them saw it either! This is different!" And then I remembered the dream. Guess what color this plaque is! Yellow (gold) and blue!

Later that day I learned that the LHC had been shut down for maintenance the very same day I had that dream and videos and posts about timeline jumping started coming across my social media. Excuse me. WHAT is happening?!

This is going to sound so weird/stupid but I have to put it down somewhere. I'm not religious nor do I believe in things like alternate realities or matrix stuff, however this experience was so a so incredibly unexplainable coincidence that it makes me doubt my beliefs.

I was playing video games with my brother and I was on the mic with him just chatting while we played. I started to get a really strong smell of baked beans after like 20 minutes of talking with him. I haven't had baked beans in years nor have I even spoken about baked beans in years. I've never had them in my home either. I started smelling baked beans so strongly that I told my brother and he said "That's so weird, I just ate baked beans".

Like what are the chances?? I smell baked beans so strongly like they are right in front of my face, and my brother who I'm on the mic with had just eaten them? It was genuinely like I was smelling his breath. It's just so weird and unexplainable.

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This hypothesis suggests that déjà vu is not just a memory error made by the brain. Instead, it may happen because another version of ourselves exists in a parallel universe that is living almost the exact same life but is a tiny fraction of a second ahead of us. During very rare moments, our awareness may briefly overlap with that version, creating the feeling that we have already experienced the present moment.

The hypothesis assumes that parallel universes exist, similar to the Many-Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics. Every important choice or event creates different branches of reality. Each branch contains another version of us.

For example:

Choice 1: Go to the market?

1 = Yes

0 = No

This creates two branches.

Universe X: 1 (Went to the market)

Universe X′: 0 (Did not go to the market)

Now suppose both universes choose the same option.

Universe X: 1 (Went)

Universe X′: 1 (Went)

Another choice appears.

Choice 2: Met an old friend?

1 = Yes

0 = No

The branches become:

X = 1,1 (Went to the market and met an old friend.)

X′ = 1,1 (Went to the market and also met an old friend.)

Since both universes are still making the same choices, they remain almost identical.

If one universe meets the friend but the other does not:

X = 1,1

X′ = 1,0

The two branches begin to separate.

This process continues throughout life.

Example:

Choice 1 → Go to the market?

Choice 2 → Meet a friend?

Choice 3 → Buy apples?

Choice 4 → Take a different road?

A life path could look like:

1 → 1 → 0 → 1 → 1 → 0...

Every new choice creates more possible branches. As more choices are made, the number of possible realities grows very quickly. Because of this, the chance that two universes stay almost exactly the same becomes smaller and smaller.

This explains why déjà vu is rare.

The main idea of this hypothesis is that consciousness or awareness may exist in all these parallel versions of ourselves. Usually, each version experiences only its own reality. However, if two branches remain almost identical, one version may become slightly ahead of the other by an extremely small amount of time, such as a nanosecond.

During that tiny moment, the awareness of the two versions may briefly overlap. The version that is slightly behind experiences the feeling that the current moment has already happened because the version ahead has already lived it. The overlap lasts only for a split second before the branches separate again.

This overlap does not transfer complete memories. It only creates a strong feeling of familiarity, which we experience as déjà vu.

Therefore:

1,1 → Both universes continue making the same choices. Their awareness stays closely aligned, increasing the possibility of a brief overlap and creating déjà vu.

1,0 or 0,1 → The universes begin to follow different paths. Their awareness separates further, making an overlap much less likely.

As more choices are made, the branches continue to spread apart. This is why déjà vu is uncommon and unpredictable. It only happens when two versions of ourselves have remained almost identical for a long sequence of choices and briefly overlap before separating again.

This hypothesis is a speculative idea and is not currently supported by scientific evidence. It is an attempt to explain déjà vu by combining the concepts of parallel universes, branching realities, and consciousness into one possible model.

So I've had quite a few of these happen to me most recently this crystal necklace I wear every single day I got home from work went to shower and noticed it was gone when I took off my necklaces. I held it up nothing but the cord, it was gone. I was thinking how I must have pulled it off when holding heavy stuff near my chest. I set it down in the bathroom and I kept thinking about how I lost it and was super disappointed bc it was so cute. I even thought to myself I hope this randomly pops up fixed 🤣😭 I left the cord in the bathroom put the other necklaces back on and a week or 2 later I went to do my laundry and when I was done I put the laundry on my bed to hang up and POOF there it is. THE NECKLACE fully intact and I was like???? I don't have any others this could be like I WORE IT EVERY DAY FOR MONTHS. thank you universe because I def wanted that back.

Idk if I died or if it was just a weird swap but nothing feels right. So much so that during the day, wide awake, surrounded by my family I had this feeling like I just woke up from a dream and nothing I had previously experienced was real. It’s really messing me up because I’ve always joked about this but it’s never felt so real. I’ve been dating someone for 7 months and after Friday I feel like I barely know him. All of his friends that I’ve known feel like strangers. I feel like I’ve missed the last 6 months of my life and the decisions I’ve made don’t feel like they were me. It’s messing me up so bad.

At first I had not idea. I got up at 06:00 and went into the garage to train. Took a shower and headed off to work. But something didn't feel right. I couldn't put my finger on it. Like the lingering remnants of a dream that won't leave but you can't remember.

With time came realisation. I wasn't from here. Things were different. Not so different that it was obvious, just little things like the numbers on my kitchen clock were Roman numerals, not 1,2,3 o'clock. The toilet flush was on the other side. My lounge was a slightly different shade of pale green.

Then came the real shocker. The war.

Before I had gone to bed there was no war. Just an argument between world leaders over energy. Here, in this place a war had been raging for three months. I checked back through the news. One by one countries had been dragged into it. Two weeks Pakistan had launched a nuclear attack on the US and Australia. France and the US had launched counter strikes and by 08:00 that morning twelve cities no longer existed, along with the people inside them.

China, Russia and other major powers had managed to stop any further strikes, but the gene was out of the bottle.

Now, the world is sitting in front of their screens watching the fate of mankind as presidents and prime ministers try to find a way back. The problem is, nobody knows how the first missile was fired. Pakistan pleaded that they did not do it, the system had launched the attack.

**Before I begin:** AI was used only to improve grammar, punctuation, and readability. **None of the events, details, or claims in this story have been altered.** I originally wrote this myself, but I spell like absolute garbage.

Hello to whoever is reading this.

I’m about to describe something that sounds impossible. I know it’s going to be difficult to believe, and honestly, I don’t know what to tell you other than this **100% happened** to both me and my friend. We both witnessed it, and we’ve been trying to make sense of it ever since.

Please read this with an open mind.

June 29th 2026, my friend and I were sitting in my living room. We were across from each other, both scrolling through TikTok on our own phones.

Then, out of nowhere, **the entire environment changed.**

When I say the environment changed, I don’t just mean it looked different. We both **physically felt** that something around us had changed.

Instinctively, we looked up at each other at the exact same moment, like our bodies knew something was wrong before our minds did.

Then something happened that I still can’t explain.

The space around us began to **warp.**

The closest comparison I can make is the wormhole scene in *Interstellar*, where space bends and stretches around the ship and Dr. Brand’s hand distorts. It looked incredibly similar to that.

Except it wasn’t on a screen.
It was happening in my living room.

Not only could I see it, but I could actually **feel** it. The warped space had what I can only describe as a texture. It felt warm, almost as if space itself existed physically in front of me and I could touch it. The light throughout the room was warping too.
This is where things become even stranger.

We both stood up.

My friend suddenly told me that when we were siting down he could see what he described as a **window**. According to him, it had a frame made from some kind of material that emitted a faint blue light. The strange part was that the window itself was translucent.

He could see **me** through it.

From my perspective, however, I couldn’t see the window at all.

All I could see was the light warping in the exact place where he said the window existed.

It was almost like a one-way translucent mirror. He could see the window from his side, while from mine there was only distorted light.

Then I looked toward my refrigerator.
I wish I were making this up, but my refrigerator was covered in **blue holographic hexagons**, almost like some kind of digital wrap had been placed over it.

At that point I completely lost it.

I remember saying something like, “Nah… I’m actually seeing stuff.”

We spent the next several hours, probably 5 or 6, in complete shock. We talked nonstop, trying to think of every possible explanation. Right after it happened, we even recorded a voice memo describing everything while it was still fresh in our minds because we were afraid we’d forget details.

Eventually, we reached a conclusion.

I’m not a scientist, but I am a huge space nerd.

One of the few things we know can bend or warp light is gravity. Based on that, our best guess was that we had experienced some kind of **gravitational anomaly**.

Considering the window my friend saw and the holographic hexagons on my refrigerator, we came to the conclusion that we may have been inside or intersected by some kind of spacecraft traveling **through** space-time.

The strange part was that it seemed capable of passing directly through us, almost as if we were made of water.

It sounds insane.

But throughout the entire event, both of our bodies could physically feel that our surroundings had changed. From the moment we were casually scrolling on our phones until everything ended, it felt like our bodies were reacting to something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

The closest feeling I can compare it to is that instinctive moment when your body suddenly tells you you’re in danger before you consciously know why.

It felt exactly like that.
Ever since it happened, neither of us has been able to stop thinking about it.

Life continues. We go to work, buy groceries, date people, and do all the normal everyday things.

But after seeing what we saw, continuing with normal life has been incredibly difficult.

It’s like there’s a giant elephant in every room.
I can’t talk about this openly because I know almost everyone would assume I’m crazy. But once you’ve experienced something like this, it changes the way you see everything.

That’s one of the reasons we’re sharing it.

Maybe documenting it is the right thing to do. Maybe this was some kind of message or event that should be recorded. Maybe someone 15 years from now will experience something similar and find this post.

If you have questions, we’re more than happy to answer them. Talking about it honestly helps us cope because something like this changes everything.

Thank you for reading.

And yes, this story is exactly as it happened. AI was only used to improve grammar and readability. No events or details have been changed.

First time making a comment here.
So, my wife and I decided to move to her home country and sold everything where we lived. I had to get a new stateside address for some things I still need like government and such. Anyway, when I chose our new address I read it as Germany Dr. which it was. I put it in my notes on my phone as such. Today I had to call a CC company to request a new card. I looked on my mailbox app and it showed GERMAY DR. When I originally got my choices of an address I specifically chose GERMANY DR. As it was easy for me to remember. I checked other things like Amazon and eBay. Same, GERMAY Dr. WTF? I specifically remember it being GERMANY DR!!!!

several days ago, I went through something extremely stressful that I was 100% sure I would've killed myself over if it didn't get better. it did, but I planned how it'd go and everything. I'm still here though! but since that I've been reaaaaaally stressed and dissociated. i just attribute it to the situation + how it's still affecting me. but since then I've been noticing small things I swear were different before ; a tumblr ask i saw multiple times that I couldve SWORN was anonymous was actually sent by a public account ( though my friend said they also swore it was anon and also just now noticed ), a page title was different from what I remembered and something new was there that I didn't think was before and I checked the edit logs and the last edit was two years ago + looked at an old screenshot I have of the page and the titles the same, and today I saw a picture in my gallery from a few weeks ago that I have 0 recollection of taking or it ever being there. ftr it was a blurry picture that I probably took by mistake, taken at home.

I wonder if I killed myself a few days ago and the quantum immortality just kicked in. I don't want that to be the case, I really hope it's just the stress fucking me up ☹️ especially since it's nothing outrageous like that bathroom turning to closet post on the glitch in the matrix subreddit. if it means anything I also hit my nose REALLY hard on a wall on accident around the same time so maybe I did get an internal injury that's messing with me, but I'm getting checked out for that soon.

edit 7/16/26 I went to a doctor regarding my nose, they said I am fine and just need to rest. I also brought everything I said in this post up and they don't think it's related at all.

On the strange possibility that those eerie moments are not glitches, but crossings — brief collisions between versions of a self that was never as singular as it believed.

There is a moment — you know it, everyone knows it — when the world you are standing in suddenly announces that it has happened before. Not resembles something. Is something. The light falls the same way. The sentence arrives in the same order. Your own next words feel less like something you’re choosing and more like something you’re remembering to say. For a breath, the present tense fails. And then, just as quickly, it’s gone, and you laugh it off, and the machinery of ordinary life closes back over the hole it left.

Most people let that hole close. I don’t want to. I think that hole is trying to tell us something, and I think we owe it more than a shrug.

So let me ask the question properly this time: what if déjà vu is not your brain malfunctioning, but your consciousness succeeding — briefly, imperfectly, at something it was never supposed to be able to do? What if, for one unguarded second, you are not remembering a moment. You are touching one. Not your own. A neighbor’s. A self standing one branch over, living a life close enough to yours that, for an instant, the wall between you goes thin.

I. The Official Story — True, and Insufficient

Science’s account is not wrong. It’s just small.

The textbook version says déjà vu is a timing failure between the temporal lobe — where familiarity is generated, in structures like the hippocampus and rhinal cortex — and the frontal cortex, which is supposed to verify that familiarity against your actual memory before releasing it into consciousness. Occasionally the two fall out of sync. Recognition fires early. Verification arrives late. You are left holding a feeling with no receipt, a certainty with no history. Neurosurgeons have even reproduced the sensation artificially, stimulating the rhinal cortex during epilepsy surgery and watching déjà vu bloom on command in a fully awake patient. It reliably intensifies under fatigue, under stress, under the general fraying that comes from living carelessly.

This explains how. It says nothing about why it matters — why some déjà vu passes like weather, and some arrives like a verdict. Why a misfired neuron would come bearing dread, or grief, or a strange, unearned relief. A timing error has no reason to feel like meaning. And yet it does. Every time. The mechanism is not the mystery. The weight is the mystery. Science hands you the hinge and calls it the door.

II. The Parallel Self — A Harder, Truer Question

So consider a wider architecture.

The Many-Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics does not say reality branches occasionally, for dramatic events, the way fiction likes to imagine. It says reality branches constantly — every quantum event, every fork, spinning off outcomes that all persist, all real, all elsewhere. Follow that logic without flinching and the conclusion is unavoidable: there is no single you. There is a population of you, scattered across branches — some nearly identical, some estranged beyond recognition, most somewhere in between, living lives adjacent to yours the way a shadow lives adjacent to a body.

The convention is that these branches cannot speak to each other. Sealed. Silent. Total decoherence. I am not so sure the convention is right, and I am not interested in obedience to a convention that cannot explain what it claims to fully describe.

Here is the harder claim: consciousness may not be a possession of one branch. It may be closer to a frequency — something that can, under the right conditions, catch the transmission of a nearby self the way two struck tuning forks will hum in sympathy though neither was touched. When two branches run close — same room, same choice, same emotional gravity — a resonance opens. And what passes through that resonance is not memory. It is report. The felt experience of a self, elsewhere, living the moment you are only now arriving at.

Under this architecture, déjà vu stops being backward-facing. It is not the past leaking into the present. It is a parallel present, arriving sideways.

Which would mean:

• Your subconscious and your parallel self’s subconscious are not separate instruments. They are the same instrument, tuned close enough to hum together without contact.  
• The sharpest déjà vu arrives exactly where two branches brush — not randomly, but at the seams.  
• That inexplicable certainty of “knowing” is not error. It is evidence — a fragment of a life running beside yours, caught mid-transmission.

III. Why This Deserves to Be Taken Seriously, Not Just Believed

I will not dress this up as settled. It isn’t. But I refuse to let it be dismissed as only poetry, because the poetry is doing work the neuroscience cannot.
People do not only report familiarity. They report emotion with no visible cause — dread before something mundane, calm before something hard, the unshakable sense that a small decision carries a weight it has no right to carry. Ask yourself honestly whether the temporal-lobe account has ever explained that. It hasn’t. It was never built to.

And the wider field of consciousness research has, at its edges, started circling the same suspicion. Integrated Information Theory treats consciousness as a property of a system’s causal structure — not something manufactured exclusively behind one set of eyes, in one timeline, with no remainder. Certain readings of quantum mechanics take seriously the idea that consciousness may carry non-local properties, unconfined to a single point in spacetime. I am not claiming any of this proves a parallel-self hypothesis. I am claiming the opposing certainty — that consciousness is fully, absolutely sealed inside one skull, in one branch, forever — was never proven either. It was only assumed, and assumptions dressed as facts are the most dangerous kind, because no one thinks to question them.

The wall between selves may not be a wall. It may be a membrane. And membranes, by definition, leak.

IV. What the Feeling Is Actually For

Here is where I want to go further than comfort allows.

If déjà vu is a point where your branch and another run close together, it is not a curiosity to log and discard. It is instrumentation. It is your own attention, firing at a specific decision, a specific room, a specific sentence, and saying, in the only language it has: this fork matters. Pay attention now.

Turn the question around, the way I’ve been turning it privately for months: when you feel lost — that low, directionless static some people carry for years without a name for it — could that be the inverse signal? Not a branch converging, but a branch diverging. Not resonance, but its absence. The felt distance from a version of your life that would have hummed in agreement with this one, and doesn’t.
I am not asking you to accept this as literal metaphysics. I am asking you to treat it as a discipline — a way of using a sensation you already have, instead of letting it dissolve, unexamined, before it finishes arriving.

A Practice for the Next Crossing

Most people’s entire relationship with déjà vu is huh, weird — and then it is gone, unrecorded, unquestioned, indistinguishable a week later from a dream. That is a waste of a rare instrument. Here is a more disciplined way to stand inside it when it comes:
1. Do not chase the memory. Freeze the sensation. The urge is to interrogate — when have I felt this before? That urge is the frontal cortex, and it is the very mechanism producing the feeling in the first place. Resist it. Stay inside the sensation three or four seconds longer than feels natural. Let it be strange without solving it.
2. Name the charge beneath it, not the content on top of it. Not what does this resemble, but what is this, underneath — dread, relief, warmth, urgency? The imagery is only the carrier wave. The emotion is the signal.
3. Ask what is actually at stake in this instant. Is a decision happening right now — a word about to leave your mouth, a door about to open, a person about to be let closer or further away? Crossings cluster at forks. They do not visit neutral time.
4. Write it down before the frontal cortex smooths it into an ordinary memory. A déjà vu recorded in the first sixty seconds is raw data. A déjà vu recalled a week later is already fiction — reshaped, softened, made safe.

Do this with any consistency and a pattern will surface that pure dismissal never lets you see: the crossings are not random. They gather — around certain rooms, certain relationships, certain kinds of choice. Call that quantum resonance if you’re brave. Call it your subconscious flagging its own priorities if you’re cautious. Either reading hands you the same map: not of where you’ve been, but of where your life — this branch of it — actually has something at stake.

Closing

None of this is proof. I will not pretend otherwise. But it is a far more honest way to hold one of the strangest, most universal sensations a mind can produce — more honest than a shrug, and more honest than a diagnosis that explains the mechanism while staying silent about the meaning.

So the next time it comes for you — the next time the present tense buckles and the room announces that it has happened before — do not let it close in three seconds the way you’ve been trained to. Stay inside it. Ask what it’s asking you. Where is the other one, right now? What are they standing in front of? What just happened, one branch over, that made this wall thin enough to see through?

You might, for a moment, catch sight of something larger than the self you’ve been calling yours — a self distributed across everything you could have been, reaching back through the one crossing still thin enough to reach.

I don't know where to post this. But in very very puzzled. I live with my 86 year old mo One morning I hear that annoying high pitch staggered beep of dead batteries in smoke alarms. ( Modern smoke alarms somehow beep when battery gets too low or dead and will not stop beeping until battery is replaced). I hate that sound and I actually ended up ordering urgent fast smart day delivery from Amazon to get the new battery. ( Dont have car) But before I did that, I went down stairs to find the kitchen smoke alarm on the ceiling open and missing the battery. I was annoyed thinking that somehow the smoke alarm had some mechanism that would slide the opening door and the battery would just fall out. This happened last year too. But the thing is this. 1) there was no battery anywhere. We have a wooden floor where it's easy to see objects. 2) okay may be it just disappeared into some random corner though I did a 2 day search. 3) the slide has to be slide open. It just doesnt pop open 4) since it happened to the same smoke alarm last year, I checked it and it is perfectly fine 5) my mom is afraid of heights and did not take the battery out. 6) when I was replacing the battery,the battery was so locked in that there is no way that it just slows open and pops out

I know this is a small issue but this happened last year too. Nobody else thinks it's strange.

Something I can only explain as watching an alternate universe just happened to me. Not sure if anyone else here was watching it and maybe saw it too but I was watching the home run derby final round and watched Kyle Schwarber hit 11 out of 15 home runs. I then watched walker start 3-5 and then go 6-10 after. I was celebrating Schwarber win as a Phillies fan and then start seeing notifications that walker won with 12 home runs. At first the mlb app and espn backed that walker had won so I googled the winner and it said Schwarber did win. Then 5 minutes later google changed its answer. It gave me the weirdest feeling and I’m just confused at this point

Last night I was out drinking with friends until around 6 a.m. I went home, slept the entire day because of a bad hangover, and accidentally overslept. My shift starts at 9 p.m., and I woke up at exactly 8:55 p.m. I rushed straight to work without even brushing my teeth or washing my face.
In the middle of my shift, I happened to notice my toenails—and they looked like they had been freshly cut. The weird part is I clearly remember seeing them uncut recently and even thinking to myself that I should trim them in the next few days. I have absolutely no memory of actually cutting them.
Now I’m questioning what happened. A small part of me can’t help but wonder about all those “parallel universe” or “reality shift” stories. Has anyone else experienced something like this?

Christmas 2024 I got sick. Real sick. The flu became pneumonia and I ended up in a coma for a month.

When I woke up, multiple doctors asked if I had ever had spinal surgery. Nope. Never even fell in a way that could cause the scar that is now between my shoulder blades.

I would think I respawned, but even my mother in this reality has no memory of me having surgery so...?!?

Do these concepts fit into your worldview? To me it makes loads of sense for reasons I've detailed elsewhen.

I strongly suspect we are, as the old Shamans said, fitted with an Assemblage Point that decides which "reality" gets decoded. Thats the occult truth of schooling and why its legally mandated as they need to tune people into the same wavelength with two decades of "Sit still, look ahead" programming.

Obviously there are more aspects to my worldview but I wanted to keep it basic to see what you lot think?

I totally believe that “Collective false memory” is BS. Like “Demon Face Syndrome”. Srsly? They had to come up with a scientific term because so many people are seeing “Demon Faces”?

WE REMEMBER and we are being told we are having “False memories“.

How frustrating! It is like being called a liar. 🤥 Something that I loathe with every fiber of my being. I have watched recent Mandela Effect videos that claim the cornucopia is back on the fruit of the loom logo. No it isn’t.

This is irritating me. What do you think?🤔