30 – The Mandela Effect – The MMORPG analogy.

What In the World of Warcraft?

Most people, nowadays, have probably heard of MMORPGs. World of Warcraft was a very famous example of one.

MMORPGs stand for “Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game”.

While World of Warcraft is by no means the only such game out there, it is one I played extensively for around 5 years. Hence, me using it for my analogy.  

I no longer play it, and at the time of writing this entry, the game is mired in much controversy, due to ongoing issues at Activision-Blizzard. It may not even be around by the time you read this.

For the Uninitiated, this is an online role-playing game.

How It Works.

The way it works is that you choose your side you wish to be on, the character you wish to play, and level it up, in the gaming world, so you can enjoy many aspects of the content available. 

The concept of timelines, dying, and returning can be difficult for some to fathom. However, I find that World of Warcraft can illustrate those ideas quite nicely.

The game, itself, is set up so that it is run on individual servers. There are hundreds of identical copies of the gaming world.  Each one has their own individual name so you can tell them apart.

While each server provides an identical copy of the game, there are often variations on how you may play the game itself.

The main ones are Player versus Environment (PvE), Player versus Player (PvP) and you may also choose a server that allows roleplaying.

You indulge yourself in the many activities available. Raiding, levelling up your “toon”. Battlegrounds, dungeons, raids, daily quests, and pet battles. New features are being added all the time.

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29 – The Mandela Effect – Loss of Possessions

Loss of Possessions

In the last entry, I spoke about Attunement.  How every action defines the reality you end up in.  This entry I will discuss materialism and how the loss of possessions can be a precursor to alleviating the actual shift to a different timeline.

Now, you may argue if we can choose our own reality, why does life sucks so much?  Why is it, if I’ve chosen such a good life, all I get are bad things happening?

Quite simply, my answer is this:   If you choose the same thing repeatedly, and try living your life in a way that is parallel to who you really are; then, eventually, things will begin to shift.

Additionally, when you choose something, everything unlike it will come into your space so you have more choices. 

More importantly, all the negative things that are holding you back will manifest, so you can see them, and clear them.

That is why so many people are perplexed when things apparently seem to get worse, rather than better.

However, there are a few things, in my observations, that you might want to be aware of.  Even if you are not aware of them when they happen.

We have discussed how we can die, and come back to a slightly different reality. There are a few things about this that should be clarified.

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27 – The Mandela Effect – The Alternate Outcome

The Death Wish

One morning, sometime in the year 2000, when I woke up after a night’s sleep and heard my Guides ask me a question:   Do you still wish to leave?

The question caught me by surprise.  For years, I had repeatedly stated, mostly due to my depression, pain, and Dark Night of the Soul, that I did not want to be here. 

While I wasn’t contemplating suicide; I certainly was in a rush to get my life over, and in doing so, could move on to other things.

Of course, I did not know then what I know now. While I can’t say that I enjoy being part of this insane world; I do plan to stick around, as long as I can, to consolidate all the work and achievements I’ve managed to somehow accomplish.

When my Guides asked me that question, I thought for a moment. By this point, I was now married, and life had improved on many levels. But I still was depressed for the most part, had no idea why, and was not able to receive the emotional support that was needed.

But the answer was:   No, I don’t. I want to continue on.

Upon replying, I had a sense that the energy I had built up for wanting to leave had to be reversed or displaced somehow.

It was soon after that I met Caroline.

I believe the reasons for meeting her occurred, because I had changed my mind.

But I did not understand that at the time, and as a result, I went into a state of shock and depression. I could not comprehend what had happened, but in my heart, I knew that somehow, I was meant to die.

Still, here I was.

New Timelines

My marriage was never the same either.  I was married to a Narcissist who was extremely self-indulgent when it came to having a good time.  Despite the fact she earned three times more than what I did, I found that I was becoming more and more in debt.

When she finally announced she wanted a separation, a great part of me rejoiced. It was time to move on anyway.  I had important work to do.  I know now that she would have not only held me back, but would have actively discouraged me.  A thing she had already done many times.

In 2005 she moved out, and I never looked back.

The Persistent Memory

For years, though, I kept on having this image of a music store I used to frequent (called JB Hi Fi in Camberwell, Victoria). It would often and randomly come to my mind, though I had no clue why.

I had been there hundreds of times over the years, but now, this one moment in time was sticking in my mind, and I wasn’t even sure if that moment even happened.

Eventually, around 11 years later, my Guides gave me some insight into what was going on.

I think it was July 20th, 2000. That was the day I died. That moment remained in my mind’s eye and memory for years, even though it didn’t happen. But according to my Guides, it did.

What I kept on seeing was the memory of me having a stroke. In the Original timeline, I had slept with Caroline.  However, when I returned, my wife had made me feel guilty for doing what she had asked, it had caused an aneurysm that led to my death.

It happened while I was out that night with the family at JB Hi-Fi.  I collapsed outside the store, and did not recover.

Because of my choice to stay here, though, I shifted timelines to an earlier time and was able to make different choices to continue on.

I’m now aware that such things happen to us all the time, we just don’t remember it happening or if we do, they are in visions like that one I described.

Past Its “Use-By” Date

There have been several other times in my life where I have died that I’m aware of.

Every so often, a nexus point (a point where choices are made) would arise where I would die, and then would decide to return because I had other things I could do here.

If you’re really fed up with things, you can call forth what is called an exit point and leave that way.

I really should have left a long time ago. I’ve been told that no one expected me to get this far.

According to a few people, my body is well past its use-by date.

Renewing

Omen once made a comment about me to someone that I found interesting.

He also has seals that are keeping 80% of him on alternative layers of existence. You know what a fuck up it’d be if an archetype dumped their whole being in the physical existence. Unless he holds onto something and refuses to, then he just keeps that bit and renews the rest like no one will notice. It’s ridiculous really. He does it every second.

You know how humans renew themselves roughly every 8 years to a decade or a decade and a half?

He can renew himself whenever he pleases. He’s The Phoenix Source.

I know Omen did a lot of research on me to find out who I was, so I find that his comments are very curious. I’ll leave you to draw your own conclusions for now.

Back To Hanging Rock

As a matter of clarification, the road changing incident at Hanging Rock was apparently not a death, but a place where realities are blurred.  If you are attuned, you can slip between them to a similar but slightly different one.

I do remember thinking on more than one occasion, upon returning from that area, that something felt different or new.

For this reason, I do not fear death. In fact, I have never feared it, but once I started to understand that I could return to any point I wished, and in better health than when I left, I know that I will be here until such times as I’m satisfied that my work is done.