In 2 Worlds: Reality Glitches

Updated 3/14/08 with a new “glitch in the matrix” moment from my past added in. Comes after my trip to Oregon glitch.

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 is bunk. Things are not what they seem to be, reality isn’t what they’re telling us it is. Not by a long shot. The scientists truly have no clue what’s going on, but they cling anyway to their scientific laws and truths, maybe because it’s comforting, or it’s truly all they have ever seen. (Part of the issue too is that we’re surrounded by a lot of “puppet people” types who are highly programmed and seem to have an agenda to distract and divert those around them from noticing things, keep people’s focus on the mainstream and mundane at all costs.) 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:

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. 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 the kicker is, it was now freshly paved on top of everything.

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!! Who? 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.

New add on.

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 ;D because by this point in 2008 I couldn’t remember what the road names were. 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 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_0 on my face everytime I’d see him there, like, What the hell?!?

I don’t remember what ever happened with it all though. He must have just stopped appearing there one day. 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…

Another example…..

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.

So, those are three of the more interesting examples of glitches worthy of sharing that perfectly illustrate this phenomena. 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 everybody — well, all the real people anyway — have a story. Or two, or ten. Many aren’t willing to talk about it though, being that the people around them are completely submerged in the illusion, their mind preoccupied with every day 3rd density events – t.v. shows, sports, shopping, mainstream politics, entertainment and the like. There’s no outlet for their experiences, nobody to have a really in-depth juicy discussion with about it all. And so it eventually 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 discerment.

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. 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 relax and just take things at their face value — 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 backburner. 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. If you’re aware and awake enough to be having glitches, then reality is usually not so cruel as to leave you permanently hanging on the line like that. ;) 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 when it did, it was well worth the wait. 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.