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The Mandela Effect
Published 3 years, 8 months ago
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I went to my hometown for my brother's wake and came back exhausted then slept for a few days. I also went to have an appearance on my favorite show Creature Features. That episode will be on in about 2 weeks yay! :)I have another copy of the book in PDF format to give you. I guess I can't just give out Kindle copies like I thought I could. I'll be sending the new PDF in a few days. The other one had some *cough cough* mistakes. So did the first print copy. It's kind of hilarious but I guess since I did it in a few weeks instead of taking my time these things are bound to happen. Yikes!Transcript of The Mandela EffectGood evening, it’s Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Today I have for you a spooky scary story about something that might seemed to have happened but maybe not and in such a freaky way that you will assume that it did. Like the mandella effect, which is actually the name of the story.
First I’d like to tell you about my new book that is out. Read along as I read the horror stories of sandcastle podcast to you. Visit the website at www.spookyboorhodes.com to get links to the first edition of the podcast in print or Kindle and more work coming out later. There you will get all of the links to merchandise, websites, social media and everything. www.spookyboorhodes.com
Now let’s begin…
The Mandela Effect
by Shadowswimmer77
A phenomenon I’ve noticed getting more and more attention lately is something called, “The Mandela Effect.” The way it’s described is a collective false memory; a bunch of people remember something happened a certain way, even though every shred of evidence proves to the contrary. The name comes from Nelson Mandela who became president of South Africa in 1994 and died in 2013. Despite these facts, a lot of people remember him dying in prison in the eighties while he was an activist fighting apartheid.
There are a ton of other examples, several of which I’ve experienced myself. I remember the color chartreuse being a shade of pink, almost like magenta. (It’s greenish yellow.) I definitely looked on Wikipedia to figure out when Jif peanut butter shortened its name from Jiffy. (They never did.) And I don’t care what the internet or the books in my parents’ attic suggest, it was always spelled Berenstein growing up. (It was Berenstain.)
Though the general consensus is just that “boy, human memories sure are imperfect,” another half-serious theory about these phenomena is that, at some point, people with false memories have actually crossed over from a parallel dimension almost exactly like the one they exist in now. Those dimensions are so similar, in fact, that the only difference is the one fairly minor detail in question; the Monopoly guy wears a monocle, for example. (He doesn’t.) If someone has a bunch of false memories, by this theory, it would indicate they’ve jumped dimensions a number of times, perhaps slightly flummoxed at the inconsistency of reality with how they remember it, but otherwise unharmed.
Aside from being general, easy to mistake details, the one other aspect that Mandela Effect phenomena share is that people are unable to pin down the specific time that they “crossed dimensions”. In most cases, the false memories originated years ago, often in childhood, but people can’t name the instant things changed.
There was one time I’ve experienced the Mandela Effect, however, that while it comes from my childhood, I remember the exact moment the jump happened. Really, I can pin it down to a period of a minute or two. And the thing that changed…well.
It wasn’t a minor detail.
The summer of 1994 was destined to be memorable for me, one way or another. My dad’s youngest brother, Uncle John, and his wife had just had their third daughter. Their two older girls, Abby and Alison, were aged nine and seven respectively. To help the happy couple get adjusted to the new addition, my dad’s older broth
First I’d like to tell you about my new book that is out. Read along as I read the horror stories of sandcastle podcast to you. Visit the website at www.spookyboorhodes.com to get links to the first edition of the podcast in print or Kindle and more work coming out later. There you will get all of the links to merchandise, websites, social media and everything. www.spookyboorhodes.com
Now let’s begin…
The Mandela Effect
by Shadowswimmer77
A phenomenon I’ve noticed getting more and more attention lately is something called, “The Mandela Effect.” The way it’s described is a collective false memory; a bunch of people remember something happened a certain way, even though every shred of evidence proves to the contrary. The name comes from Nelson Mandela who became president of South Africa in 1994 and died in 2013. Despite these facts, a lot of people remember him dying in prison in the eighties while he was an activist fighting apartheid.
There are a ton of other examples, several of which I’ve experienced myself. I remember the color chartreuse being a shade of pink, almost like magenta. (It’s greenish yellow.) I definitely looked on Wikipedia to figure out when Jif peanut butter shortened its name from Jiffy. (They never did.) And I don’t care what the internet or the books in my parents’ attic suggest, it was always spelled Berenstein growing up. (It was Berenstain.)
Though the general consensus is just that “boy, human memories sure are imperfect,” another half-serious theory about these phenomena is that, at some point, people with false memories have actually crossed over from a parallel dimension almost exactly like the one they exist in now. Those dimensions are so similar, in fact, that the only difference is the one fairly minor detail in question; the Monopoly guy wears a monocle, for example. (He doesn’t.) If someone has a bunch of false memories, by this theory, it would indicate they’ve jumped dimensions a number of times, perhaps slightly flummoxed at the inconsistency of reality with how they remember it, but otherwise unharmed.
Aside from being general, easy to mistake details, the one other aspect that Mandela Effect phenomena share is that people are unable to pin down the specific time that they “crossed dimensions”. In most cases, the false memories originated years ago, often in childhood, but people can’t name the instant things changed.
There was one time I’ve experienced the Mandela Effect, however, that while it comes from my childhood, I remember the exact moment the jump happened. Really, I can pin it down to a period of a minute or two. And the thing that changed…well.
It wasn’t a minor detail.
The summer of 1994 was destined to be memorable for me, one way or another. My dad’s youngest brother, Uncle John, and his wife had just had their third daughter. Their two older girls, Abby and Alison, were aged nine and seven respectively. To help the happy couple get adjusted to the new addition, my dad’s older broth