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Reality Glitches

Updated January 16, 2012. Links added at the end to several message board threads concerning people’s “glitch in the matrix” and woo-woo reality stories. And after reading through these threads I thought of more minor glitchy weirdness moments in my life that I figured I’d add here, why not.

So what constitutes a “Glitch in the Matrix” ? A glitch is what it sounds like — when something does what it shouldn’t be able to do, when you see something behave in such a way that shouldn’t technically be possible, according to known laws of physics and reality. When the impossible is happening right before your eyes. When reality jumps, and you have missing time in between. When things appear or disappear out of nowhere…when you should be dead but are still alive.

What I’ve learned is that whatever we’ve been taught about reality isn’t accurate. Things are not what they seem to be. Reality isn’t what they’re telling us it is. The scientists don’t know as much as they believe they do about what’s going on here, but they cling to their scientific laws and truths anyway, maybe because it’s comforting, or it’s truly all they have ever seen. (Sometimes their unwillingness to look at the stranger side of life and their need to keep perpetuating a worldview that’s strictly material in nature seems almost like programming. I’ve seen them referred to as “robots” in that regard who can not be reasoned with.) But if you look around at your own life, review your own history, I’m sure you can come up with a few examples of moments that defied science, where things happened that shouldn’t have been possible. Following are three good examples from my own experiences that I can think of to illustrate a “glitch in the matrix” moment:


November 1, 2001. I was en route to moving to Portland, Oregon, from Orange County California. Having checked out of my motel room in Bakersfield California near noon, I drove down the street to get to the 5 Freeway North on ramp. I found it, no problem, but then saw a Carl’s Jr. hamburger place. Umm! Food! So I sidetracked over to the Carl’s drive thru first, to get lunch before hitting the road. Ten minutes later I’m exiting the drive thru, back onto the road to get to the onramp. Got my hamburger, my Coke, my cat in my lap, life is good. [note: ten years later it’s safe to say, I don’t eat like this anymore. :D ] I get to where the onramp is………and now it’s closed. It’s blocked with orange road safety cones and a sign that reads “Onramp Closed.” And to top it all off, it was now freshly paved.

I just sat there in my car, in the middle of the road, mouth open, stunned. It made no sense. This was the same onramp from only ten minutes before!!! There were no construction workers to indicate where all this suddenly came from. There were no people around in general who could have even done this. And the icing on the whole deal was when I looked up to the top of the on ramp…and saw a police car just sitting there, on the shoulder of the road. Like a guard, you could say.

Confused, I drove off down the road, thinking there must be another on ramp to use.

Nope. There was only the 5 Freeway South on ramp. That was it.

I drove back to the northbound on ramp and sat there in my car in the middle of the road, frowning intensely, experiencing what was at the point, the most confusion and disbelief I’d ever felt for anything. This whole thing wasn’t right. It couldn’t be real. I frowned at the freshly paved on ramp, with nobody else around, and the cop at the top. What to do…what to do…Whatever this was, it was almost a perfect guarantee to ensure that I wouldn’t use the ramp. Because who in their right mind would drive their treasured car over wet asphalt with a flippin’ cop sitting right there? Nobody.

It’s not real, I decided. It can’t be. This is just so ridiculous and over the top, there’s no way it can be real.

And I took my foot off the brake, drove around the orange cone, over what was supposed to be fresh wet asphalt, up the ramp, past the cop, and onto the 5 north.

Nothing happened.

I didn’t feel anything weird going on with my car after driving through wet asphalt.

My heart was racing as I checked my rearview, expecting the cop strobes to start going. Nothing. The cop just sat there.

My heart rate slowed as the cop car grew smaller and smaller in my rearview. Still frowning, I slowly began to eat my hamburger and “recover” from the incident. All I could do, like most things, was just put it aside. Move forward. Not obsess over it. Answers would come, I was sure. Eventually.

In retrospect, I realize now that of course I could have gotten on the 5 south, and turned around at the next exit to go back north. But I was just so confused over wet pavement and orange cones and cop cars appearing from nowhere within 10 minutes’ time that I couldn’t think clearly. There’s just no stopping me though when I want to do something, and so off I went, despite it all. And lo and behold, it wasn’t real. There was no damage to my car, and the cop didn’t come after me. Because there was no wet pavement, and there was no cop. In my opinion.

This was about 1999 or so – back when I didn’t log things – and I commuted from Rancho Santa Margarita (California) to Irvine, to my job as a receptionist at the Newport Gateway Towers on MacArthur. I took the 241 toll road, exiting at Jeffrey Road, which eventually turned into University Drive. And it’s at this exact point in the road, when Jeffrey makes a right hand curve becoming University, that I began to experience my daily morning glitch in the matrix. (I had to Map Quest this sucker because by this point in 2008 I couldn’t remember what the road names were. :D It’s nine years and three states later. But as soon as I saw the map I remembered and was able to retrace my old route.)

At that point in the road, where it makes a sweeping curve, I began noticing that there would be an old man on the right shoulder of the road riding this three wheeled bike, the kind where you sit low to the ground with your legs outstretched, the pedals positioned in front of you, versus below you as with a standard two wheel bike. There he was one sunny morning shortly before 8 a.m. as I hit that portion of the road with the early sun coming up over the apartments and shopping plazas that lined University Drive.

And there he was again the next day in the same exact spot on the curve of the road, peddling along.

And the next day. In the same exact spot on the curve. And the next. And the next. And the next.

No matter what random time I hit that part of the curve in the road, it could be say, 7:48 a.m., 7:55, 7:37, 7:43, it didn’t matter……….he was always there in the same exact spot peddling that three wheel bike. Never any further ahead or behind in the road. Which is completely impossible.

Eventually even I had to notice this after a bit, and I was pretty oblivious and asleep at the wheel at the time. It did weird me out, no doubt, I’d get a look like O.o on my face everytime I’d see him there, like, What the hell?!?

I don’t remember what ever happened with it all though. As suddenly as he started appearing there one day he must have just stopped. Again I unfortunately didn’t log stuff back then and didn’t pay attention, I was drifitng along in this half asleep daze. I really wish I had paid more attention though…

In the early part of 2000, probably March or April or so, (not really sure because at that time I wasn’t keeping a log of events like I do now) but back in early 2000 I was riding passenger in a car driven by my brother. We were heading south on the 5 freeway from L.A. back into Orange County, where we lived at the time. We got to where the junction of the 91 freeway was, on the left side of the road. Because of the construction work, there was a concrete barrier separating the onramp of the 91 from the rest of the 5. My brother had been spacing out at the wheel, and by the time he noticed that the road forked and that there was the end of a concrete barrier point right in front of the car – which by the way was going 70 miles per hour – it was too late.

Or was it?

I’m still here, writing this. So what happened?

The concrete barrier was several feet in front of the hood of the car. It was happening so fast I didn’t even have time to emotionally react and have an adrenaline rush. But I remember my eyes focusing on the pointed barrier straight in front of the hood, and then my eyes getting wide with surprise. It was so close, I can still see it in my mind, right there. And then next thing we know, the car slid sideways back onto the 5 freeway, and that was that. We were traveling south again on the 5, smooth and effortlessly, as if nothing had happened. It was a technically impossible feat, being that the barrier was right there in front of the car. There was no time to jerk the car over, and even if my brother had tried to do that, we would have flipped being that we were going at least 70 mph. It would have been a hell of job gaining control over the car again, especially 1980’s model Nissan Sentra, which is high off the ground and not a lowered “road hugger.”

I sat there, too stunned to say anything. It had all happened so fast I still hadn’t comprehended what just happened. Or almost happened. Then it began sinking in, and I glanced bug eyed over at my brother who looked back at me, equally as bug eyed. Neither of us said a word. Not then, nor for the entire ride home, or for several months after the fact. We just didn’t talk about it. Several months later I broached the subject finally and his reaction was the same as mine — something bizarre had indeed happened, but who was responsible and how it all worked was beyond us. He didn’t want to talk about it, and we dropped the subject.


Recently I’ve spent some time reading several message board threads that have been brought to my attention relating to people’s “glitch in the matrix” moments, woo woo anomalous reality experiences, brushes with death where they should be dead but are still miraculously alive, and things that are downright paranormal, and it reminded me of several additional minor things that I should add to this write up. (the links to these message board threads can be found at the end of this piece.) So here are a few of the minor weird glitchy incidents:

Sometime when I was 14 and in 8th grade. So this would have been 1988-1989. I was lying in bed one night thinking about various things the way I always did before drifting off to sleep, and could hear the sound of TV downstairs in the living room faintly in the background. My bedroom door was open a little, and light filtered in from the night light that was in the bathroom. So basically everything was very normal and pleasant and very much non-spooky. My mindset was anything but scared, especially being 14. It’s important to note that, so people don’t assume that I was a little kid in a spooked out state, just looking for something woo woo to happen. :D So I’m laying there relaxed, facing the bedroom wall on my right side, with my back to the room, lost in my thoughts to the sound of the TV faintly in the distance, when I suddenly hear in my closet the sound of the wood covering over the entrance to the attic space slide open. It was a very distinct noise, unmistakeable. After it slid open something then landed with a loud thud on the carpeted ramp thing in my closet…..then tumbled down it (if I was verbally relaying this story I would be able to imitate the badoombadoombadoom tumbling sound it made) and landed at the bottom of the ramp on my closet floor with a loud thud, slamming into the closet door.

I completely froze up, in a panic, unable to move or turn around in my bed. My ears strained to hear anything else going on in my closet, but it was completely silent. No more noise. After that I don’t remember anything else, though I must have eventually fallen asleep. When I was describing this incident to my boyfriend I said it definitely sounded smaller than an adult human, smaller than a child even, but larger than an animal. With the deliberateness that a wild animal on the loose would lack. Then I joked, “And I hate to say it but….in my memories it sounds basically the size of a small creature. Like “alien,” Gray, whatever you want to call it. That’s exactly the size that this thing sounded like.” Then I laughed, knowing it sounds nuts. I’m all about the aliens/non-human entities…….but aliens in your closet? It just sounds absurd. :D

The next morning when I apprehensively opened my closet door there was no sign of anything having gone on the night before. The closet was fine, nothing mussed up. The attic entrance covering was in place, as if it had never been slid open. Bottom line is, it wasn’t an animal because A) how would an animal that big even get into an attic crawl space? Let alone slide the wood thing aside and fall down into my closet? And B) if it somehow was an animal then it would have kept moving around once it landed in the closet. Rustling, scratching, squeaking and other vocalizations, and whatever else you’d expect of a decent sized animal that would now be trapped in a closet, scared. Instead there was dead silence after it landed. And C) How did it manage to not mess anything up, get back up into the attic entrance….then slide the wood covering back into place, leaving no physical traces of itself behind?

The simplest explanation is that I imagined the whole thing, end of story. But I know what I heard and there’s never been any doubt in my mind about this incident. I do know that at one point I had broached the subject of “Do you think our house is haunted?” with my dad, probably when I was about 13, and he just waved off the idea, because he’d lived in a haunted house growing up as a kid (elaborated on in the “Appendix” section of my book “Chasing Phantoms”) and so therefore felt he knew what haunted houses were like. And ours didn’t fit the bill of what he thought he knew. But it doesn’t mean something funny wasn’t going on, which there most certainly was, especially in light of what I now know from my adult perspective and what was covered in “Chasing Phantoms.” (won’t sidetrack onto the other random anomalous paranormal stuff from that house, since it doesn’t directly relate to glitches.) So I tentatively classify this in the “glitch/miscellaneous” category because something happened, but then it was like it was erased, as if it never happened. It could have been paranormal, could have been “glitch in the matrix,” could have been abductions related, I don’t know.

And in 1995 there’s yet another glitch involving a car I was driving. I was 20, and heading up to Buena Park at night to go hang out with my friend Gary (later became my boyfriend). And because it was night, and because some of the streets in that area of urban north Orange County weren’t lighted really well, and because I sometimes drove like an idiot back then :D I remember apparently negotiating a turn incorrectly, and driving my car (a Nissan Sentra) straight onto a median. I clearly remember the sound of the tires hitting the median curb…..and seeing my car actually going up into the air. The whole thing was shocking, a major “whoops.” But I don’t remember the seconds after my car would have landed back down on the ground again. (slammed, would be more like it, considering how fast I hit and how high up the car flew.) Or even where I even landed. Was I on the road? On the median? Half on the road and on the median?? My car should have been toast after that, with popped tires and a messed up front end, especially considering how much air it caught. But after that things get fuzzy. Again, there’s no recollection of landing, and the seconds after that. Things just sort of……jump ahead to where I’m driving down the street, in a fully functioning car, and then arriving at Gary’s house, feeling in a shocked daze. And then being in his room, hanging out, feeling like the whole thing was this hazy, fuzzy far away incident that I couldn’t even be sure was really real. So I remember sitting in his room wondering to myself, Did that really happen?? I was so numbed and shocked and yet unsure of the whole thing that I didn’t even mention it to him. I was too embarrassed, both at my clutzy driving, and for the fact that I didn’t know what happened afterwards. My car after that had zero indications of ever having rammed into a median and flying up into the air and crashing back down again. It’s like it never happened.

So, those are some of the more interesting examples of glitches worthy of sharing that perfectly illustrate this phenomena. And none of it’s really surprising I guess, when you pool everything on my site together and take a step back to look at it. Combining together “Chasing Phantoms” with “Miscellaneous Stories of the Weird and Unusual” and “The Vortex,” along with the write ups about synchronicities, parallel timelines, deja vus and everything else, then it’s just one more facet of the interlinked weirdness. It all goes together. It all relates. It would actually be my goal to one day put together a condensed “grand unified theory” of some sort where I show how all these seemingly separate phenomena tie together.

The more I’ve talked to people, either in person, or via the internet, the more stories I’ve heard about this sort of thing. It seems many people have a story or two. Many aren’t willing to talk about it though, for several reasons. The major one being that many people surrounding us in life seem to act as “sheep herders” if you will, keeping those around them in line with the “correct” way of thinking. And let’s face it, this subject definitely isn’t the “correct” way to think. :D So people talking about this sort of thing may be met with attitudes of disapproval, complete disinterest/apathy/boredom, or even kneejerk skepticism that dismisses it with a wave of the hand. “You’re somehow mistaken in what you think happened. There’s a rational, logical explanation for everything.” The majority seem either uncomfortable thinking about these subjects, uninterested, or downright unwilling to hear it – to where you have to wonder what’s going on there. I myself have always been a curious and questioning mind, unconsciously searching for something without realizing that I was. And so years back when living in boring, soulless Orange County California I was desperate to encounter anybody who could say something weird, unusual or thought provoking. Anything but this boring soulless humdrum that drones on and on, day in and day out! There has to be more to life than just this! That was my mindset, anyway. But as I’ve discovered, many don’t share it. Consequently, there’s no outlet for many people to talk about their experiences, nobody to have a really in-depth juicy discussion with about it all. And so eventually it maybe gets shoved aside, denied, forgotten.

If you’re reading this and remembering your own random weird glitch moments that have been shoved aside for a long time, then why not stop, right now, and go write it all down or type it up on the computer? (Do what I didn’t do back then but should have. :D ) Even if you only have one or two experiences…that’s fine, it’s absolutely something worth documenting and reflecting on. Write everything you can surrounding the incident(s), all the details you can remember, what was happening before, during and after, who was involved, what the weather was like, any other related weirdness connected to it, and so on, then stop and really ponder the implications of it all. Even if the implications are pointing to something REEEALLY far out there…just go with it. The trick is to listen to what your experiences are telling you about reality…not what mainstream science and the “real” world are telling you. The skeptics and mainstream world are irrelevant — they’re out there operating in full force, trying to debunk everything and everyone using “provable science.” I know, I used to date one of them. !! But ultimately, your life is your proof. The events that happen to you are your proof. That’s all that you need, along with an open mind, level-headed mindset, some intuition and discernment.

So what causes a “glitch” ? Who’s behind it, and how does it happen?

It depends on what your belief system is. God. Aliens. Your Higher Self. Angels. Hyperdimensional behind-the-scenes manipulators. Spirit guides. Jesus. Whatever works for you, depending on what your particular situation is. Some people apparently have aliens who are highly “involved” in their lives, to put it mildly, to the point of being an “alien’s pet” as I like to call it, and thus believe that aliens are always there, hovering in the wings, steering their lives; Related to this, there are the people who’ve seen the various reptilians, non-physical entities and higher realms that are intertwoven with our own reality, and know about the hyperdimensional manipulators, both “good” and “bad” and tend to see this as one major source affecting things in their life. Others are in touch with their Higher Selves on a regular basis, whom they request guidance and protection from; Religious types who are adamant believers in a God being, and Christians who seek out Jesus and angels will “know” that’s who is behind their intervention and moments of glitchiness.

But whatever it is, no doubt it’s something higher than 3rd density, something outside of time and the laws of physics, rearranging reality. And when glitches happen, it just proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that there’s more to reality than they’d have us believe, and there’s definitely something higher out there looking out for us. So the implications of glitches are huge. Sometimes all it takes is one big glitchy moment to turn someone around 180 degrees from being an apathetic non-believer in metaphysics/spirituality to having total knowing.

Like all the “weird” topics, it’s important to not get obsessive about things. Paying attention and documenting is good — but obsessively going in circles is not. Problems arise for many when they can’t get definitive answers as to the who, where, how and why of it all. Let’s face it — we may never get the full story. Some things may be too mind-blowing for us to fully accept and comprehend. So if you’ve experienced glitches that show reality is a little stranger than you thought, and feel like you’re going batty from lack of answers, then just relax. It was an event that occurred which showed you that there’s something more going on here. Make whatever deductions you can based on the knowledge that you currently have, intend that you’ll receive more information and answers, and then just put it on the back burner. More information or corroboration may come in at a later date, someone may cross your path who has the next piece of the puzzle, answers will come. They usually do. Definitely be patient. I’ve sometimes had to wait several years to find corroboration or the next piece of the puzzle in regards to something, but it did come around eventually. And it usually happened when I was “ready.” Sometimes we think we’re ready, but we’re actually not, we’re still missing some key in-between pieces, still have to go through a few more things that will better prepare us.


Tell Me Your Glitch in the Matrix Stories from My boyfriend Tom brought this to my attention. Includes a wide variety of glitchy and woo-woo stories, and hefty doses of humorous comments as well that’ll make you laugh out loud. :D Though same as the ATS thread mentioned below, I think some of the accounts can be chalked up to faulty memories.

Ever Had a Miraculous Escape or Experienced a Timeslip? From Above Top Secret. Another message board thread where everybody pooled their anomalous woo-woo glitchy reality moments, bought to my attention by a reader in an email. In this case, the person who started the ATS thread was trying to generate a theory that these “should have been dead but I’m still here” glitches coincide with timeslips, and that it’s possible that people are switching timelines/universes, dying in one but moving into another. I don’t necessarily buy that theory, but I do believe in parallel timelines, and do believe in reality glitches, and have plenty of my my own “should be dead but I’m still alive” moments, discussed in my (free) e-book, Miscellaneous Stories of the Weird and Unusual. So even though I’m not really on board with the tentative theory/conclusions trying to be generated in this thread I still dig the fact that so many other people have had similar experiences to my own, and that they were noticing some possible patterns in the chaos. (Though I definitely think some of the people’s accounts can be chalked up to faulty memories.) When people come forward and collectively pool their stuff like this it really gets the wheels turning and helps to put more pieces of the puzzle together. (also confirms that one is not imagining the things that have happened to them. :D ) Coming across the Reddit and ATS threads has renewed my interest in these subjects, made me take another look at things and do so with these added pieces of others’ experiences.

Of Things that Go Bump in the Night…and Other Mysterious Anomalies From the Mysterical Coherance Indicators blog, concerning one man’s adventures with disappearing and reappearing objects and other related random anomalies. Some of the comments are just as interesting and insightful, concerning readers’ own personal experiences. (I chimed in there too. :D )

Philip K. Dick reveals the existence of the ‘matrix’ back in 1977.

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Carissa Conti