Reverse Mandela Effect
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So I believe everyone here knows pretty much a lot about the Mandela Effect and the merging of timelines hypothesis, I've come to tell you something in the same vein but sort of reversed, let me explain first a bit about my family's History...
My father's father was a stereotypical alcoholic and a heavy smoker for most of his life and admist the domestic violence while growing up, my dad and his siblings (then teenagers) had to rush him to the hospital in '80 or '81 because of alcohol poisoning, he fell into a comma for couple of weeks, he recovered but realized that it was life's fair warning and really did his best to renew his life, he quit drinking and smoking, became somewhat religious, and even joined a local fitness club, eventually my dad, his siblings and my grandmother forgave him for the years of abuse and bonded better with him, I grew up knowing him as a very different man than what my dad and siblings did.
Unfortunately, he died six years ago, when I was a senior in high school, and although his changing of ways did in fact extend his life expectancy several years, his liver and kidneys never fully recovered and began to fail.
That is the version of this Universe in which I have lived all my life, to his grandchildren he was a good man, a docile mannered man, always laughing, teaching us sports and so on.
But in the past few months I started to have like new memories in my head, new memories of birthday parties, christmasses and family picnics without him, memories of me never knowing him, but I know that they are new and false memories.
The worst of them all is of me as a kid of about 10 or 11 asking my dad about him, in that new false memory my dad was very different than now, he seemed that he had always avoided talking about him, he became very angry and told me that he had died in that comma in the early 80s, and that they still had a lowkey nagging sense of resentment towards him...
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Well, I'm back, /x/. Some of you know I started a thread about a friend of mine in NM encountering what we think is a fleshgait (skinwalker, whatever the hell you want to call it, some were even bitching slenderman or some other shit was brought up). I realize now how badly /x/ has a reputation as rp'ers, and some of it is rightly deserved. For anyone not brushed up on the thread, here's what it entails: >>17153385
Now before I go any further, I'll respond to one thing: why did I abandon the thread? Well because I got what I wanted, answers of how the fuck we deal with this thing and make it fuck off or kill it. I got my answers, a few yucks, and the inevitable blasting of /x/ I've seen far too often by people who get bored with /b/ or /k/ and decide they'd like to pick on the slow kid. I had answers, I moved on, and you all fighted like I assumed. I decided to check back in a week later and, low and behold, there was fighting, bashing the OP (me) and disputes about the credibility of this story. I'll say it once last time, this isn't me rp'ing, like I said, I only lurk on /x/, /k/, and /b/ for either laughs or a good scare. And, for any more confusion, militarybro SLEPT with a Deagle and FIRED a rifle (don't worry, I'll be forcing him to send me pictures of everything or just the things he had on-hand that night in his collection. The biggest bits of confusion I had was his phone. First, I just assumed it was your generic smart phone I just call Iphones generically. It is a Nokia Lumia, the second bit of confusion I got was the flash. It works, but it works like shit. The thing was about 40 yards off innawoods, even with snow but no outdoor lights, he couldn't get the flash otu but, needless to say, he was scared fuckless by the sight and sounds of it. To be continued:
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When one's body seems to be dissolved and deconstructed into waves, particles, vibration, light. If the deconstruction is total, there's no sense of the body left, just the consciousness perceiving hyperspace.
State traveler gets after ingesting the breakthrough dose of DMT. Beyond life or death. Beyond time or space or known dimensions. Inherently synaesthetic. Ultra sharp edges and highly polished surfaces. Endlessly morphing and fractalizing details. A sense of extremely high energy and vibration as well as frantic activity. All One. Feels oddly familiar - maybe where you were before birth and will return after death? Everything that ever is, has been, can be, will be, never was, never could be .
Just after a launch, travelers often hear a ringing tone or vibration somewhat resembling a carrier wave. As the ringing sensation continues one can even feel that this vibration is 'resonating in every cell of the body'. The frequency of the tone often seems to cause (or be caused by) the dissolution of the current environment, and may be a perceptual artifact of the actual raising of one's vibratory rate to levels where access to Hyperspace is possible. Sounds like a high pitched tinntinitis tone right out of the range of consensual reality hearing (maybe what a dog hears with a dog whistle) - sometimes steady state, sometimes warbling up and down, like a siren.
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What's up with them? They seem like they culturally haven't changed in like 40 years. Scared of any "werid" food, set in their ways, eat lots of corn, ect. My theory is that they're just "filler" placed by Big Brother to sway the votes to whoever's bidding. Since they aren't really human, they can only evolve socially to a certain degree, ie eating nothing but butter, salt, sugar, and nothing "trendy".
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“My life is a joke, so here’s the punchline.”
-suicide note from one of the victims
I was one of the head programmers for the PC game G-Angel. You might have seen an ad or two for it, as it was scheduled to be released in 2008 and we put a few grand in marketing. However, as it might be apparent, it was not released. I want to be clear, first and foremost, this game is not haunted. It is not voodoo. I wrote most of the game myself, I can assure you this is not one of those stories or one of those games. No, this is not a story about a game. This is a story about human psychology.
G-Angel is best described as a Sims clone. You play as a guardian angel for a character you design and create, and you must provide them and protect them from bad luck. You don’t get to control your character, however, and you must provide resources for your characters in believable ways. So you could make food appear in the fridge, but it would freak out your character and make them paranoid and erratic. You need to find a balance between doing good things for your character, but if you don’t let bad things happen often enough, the game becomes more difficult, because your character would get more reckless without consequences for their risk-taking.
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Hey /x/. I have a bit of a thought experiment for you. You may want to relax for this.
Imagine all the memories you have as Polaroid photographs on a table before you. The photograph on top is of this post because it is the newest memory you have at the moment.
Visualize your life in a timeline based on these images. Keep flipping through them, top to bottom, going back in time.
It should be getting more difficult, naturally, to remember the older moments of your life. Especially your earliest memories.
Eventually, get to what you believe to be your first memory. Pick that photograph up.
What do you see behind it?