Glitch in the Matrix

Someone is messing with the Matrix. It's as if reality is a film reel of 3D holographic images, and time is represented by playing the 3D in continuous motion. Except that the film reel itself is more that a 2D strip of 3D holographic images. The film reel is more akin to an expansive blanket, and the projector plays 3D holographics in motion along the blanket lime the cone of probability used to project the path of storms.

Some has the power to "skip the needle on the record," so-to-speak, and place the observer reality in a place that was not the natural, continuous path. In other words, it is like picking up the observer and moving that person to another location.

Just moments ago the coffee maker started spilling coffee all over the countertop and floor. Coffee grounds were everywhere. The pot had been removed from the maker somehow. I don't believe in "magic". (Any technology sufficiently advanced is indistinguishable from magic). Instead, I believe I, as the observer of my reality, was moved from one part of the holographic blanket where I did put the pot in the maker, to an adjacent part of the holographic blanket where I had not.

This is not a simple instance of forgetting to put the pot in the maker. I was in the other room, well within earshot, and did not hear the sizzle of the coffee drip hitting the hot plate until nearly all of the water was brewed. I would have heard it much sooner if I had merely forgotten to put the pot in the maker.

Also, most of the coffee grounds were spilled out too. The paper filter holding the few remaining remaining grounds was otherwise undisturbed. So how could the coffee grounds have escaped?

This is not the first time someone "skipped the needle" of reality on me. On two separate occasions one of my cats was outside when I woke up. They never normally go outside, and I checked the small screened in deck where they had been lounging prior to closing up for the night.

On another occasion, a coconut suddenly appeared in the corner of the tattoo parlor I was in. The artist said something quirky that I didn't understand, as if speaking another language modulated as a doublespeak, or argot or cant, within his English. He and Dakota looked at each other and me with strange expressions.

There are many other times people have spoken "fake news" or unintelligible doublespeak to me, as if they were speaking another language modulated through English. It's confusing and I don't like it.

Sometimes glitches in the Matrux would happen, but in a much more subtle way, such as pictures and other articles within my home being moved around.  Sometimes it seemed like strange communication I couldn't comprehend.

Other times there was a definite aggressive, violent undertone to the words people said, even if the literal interpretation of the words themselves were innocuous. For instance, one time I was helping my neighbor Tom Saunders take flooring to the dump, and then move items from his storage unit back home. He, and later his son Ben, were speaking oddly, like to another audience through me. Suddenly they got excited and were talking about being an heir or something. Their words bit me, as if cannibalizing me. The children's rhyme "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me" did not apply that day, or many other days since around covid with friends, family, neighbors, and strangers.

Often, while my children were still home, they would play games and with toys around me as if they were channeling their energy through their concentration to attack me. It felt like a directed energy attack, bounced off of their toys and games against me. It felt like a river suddenly ramming a stream perpendicular to it, blocking the flow and taking the stream's water with it.

Also, I don't know if this is related, but my Youtube history keeps randomly resetting, as if by someone monitoring my history.

There were many other times when there was no obvious, specific changing of a single element, but when I had strange dreams that felt as though I had travelled to another planet or another universe. When I woke, things somehow "felt" different and out of place. It was the vibe.