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I have been wondering about The Mandela Effect, and my research confirms that it is a very real psychological phenomenon, but probably not real in the sense of being proof of alternate universes.

The term was coined by Fiona Broome after she discovered that many people (herself included) remembered Nelson Mandela dying in prison in the 1980s, even though he actually passed away in 2013. Since then, people have found countless examples of false collective memories like:

• The Monopoly Man – Does he have a monocle?

• “Febreze”- Is it spelled with one “e” in the middle, or two?

• Is it “Luke, I am your father”?

* Does the Fruit of the Loom logo actually have a cornucopia?

(What do you remember?

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Psychologists (good grief experts!) say it is because memory is reconstructive, and that every time we recall something, we “rebuild” it. And often we do it based upon influences, associations, expectations, or cultural reinforcement. «Experts» conclude that if a false version…of something like the death of Nelson Mandela…spreads widely enough, it can feel real to a group of people.

They (good grief experts!) have already a set of replies that will logically take the magic and the illusion from all of us. They say it is confabulation, in other words, the brain is filling in the gaps of memory. They also tell us that the brain remembers what fits rather than the exact details. Finally they say that we remember what others say they remember therefore strengthening the «false memory.»

In other words, to experts we are too stupid to remember what we say we are remembering and we forget what really happened. Does that make sense? No! Of course, experts, as usual, are making up bullshit as they go and always trying to tell us that we are just imagining things. Especially things like Bigfoot, aliens, the Mandela Effect and the Multiverse hypothesis.

But the Mandela Effect can be our most important and real indication of the fact that the universe is not limited to us and that there are many universes and timelines out there. The Mandela effect, in effect, is time itself slipping in and out of parallel universes across the multiverse. I just do not understand why «experts» always contradict a good story!

CHEERS

What do you think?

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I have been wondering about The Mandela Effect, and my research confirms that it is a very real psychological phenomenon, but probably not real in the sense of being proof of alternate universes.

The term was coined by Fiona Broome after she discovered that many people (herself included) remembered Nelson Mandela dying in prison in the 1980s, even though he actually passed away in 2013. Since then, people have found countless examples of false collective memories like:

• The Monopoly Man – Does he have a monocle?

• “Febreze”- Is it spelled with one “e” in the middle, or two?

• Is it “Luke, I am your father”?

* Does the Fruit of the Loom logo actually have a cornucopia?

(What do you remember?

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Psychologists (good grief experts!) say it is because memory is reconstructive, and that every time we recall something, we “rebuild” it. And often we do it based upon influences, associations, expectations, or cultural reinforcement. «Experts» conclude that if a false version…of something like the death of Nelson Mandela…spreads widely enough, it can feel real to a group of people.

They (good grief experts!) have already a set of replies that will logically take the magic and the illusion from all of us. They say it is confabulation, in other words, the brain is filling in the gaps of memory. They also tell us that the brain remembers what fits rather than the exact details. Finally they say that we remember what others say they remember therefore strengthening the «false memory.»

In other words, to experts we are too stupid to remember what we say we are remembering and we forget what really happened. Does that make sense? No! Of course, experts, as usual, are making up bullshit as they go and always trying to tell us that we are just imagining things. Especially things like Bigfoot, aliens, the Mandela Effect and the Multiverse hypothesis.

But the Mandela Effect can be our most important and real indication of the fact that the universe is not limited to us and that there are many universes and timelines out there. The Mandela effect, in effect, is time itself slipping in and out of parallel universes across the multiverse. I just do not understand why «experts» always contradict a good story!

CHEERS

What do you think?

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I LIVE ALONE WITHOUT A MASTER

Watching,
waiting…
To the 90th minute,
zero – zero,
no goals,
bad luck wearing number 10,
tried again and again
but nothing…

A thought of you,
the one who fills my dreams,
especially when I’m with another,
so that when I’m with you
I dream of all those others…

A house is just a labyrinth
constructed caresses and decorated with kisses,
not for me, I’m a cat that loves the rooftops
the city’s home and I live alone,
without a master.

And come the weekend:
bars and clubs filled with gals and fellows
that look like they belong in a wax museum.
Intoxicated by the kisses that I get
from those who share with me
their precious souls filled with bitterness,
I offer one a gladiolus
for solace.
Another I offer a yellow rose,
and urge her to grab it by the thorns,
so that her fingers bleed,
I need fresh blood to penetrate this suburban purgatory
where I’ve made a place for weekends.
It’s a dungeon, but who wants to roam free
when one could be wrapped in these chains of misery…

But come Monday,
we again begin the story
of the daily litany,
the cold war over coffee,
the insipid fall from grace,
forty eight hours of heaven,
and now a phone,
a desk,
this place
where fluorescence tortures my retina,
and blue ink drains my brain.

And when I’m with another I think of you,
and when I’m with you,
with all the others…

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 06 SEP 2025 – Izmir, Türkiye

“Waiting for inspiration? It’s as useful as waiting for Godot.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

¿Lo dudas?

I LIVE ALONE WITHOUT A MASTER

Watching,
waiting…
To the 90th minute,
zero – zero,
no goals,
bad luck wearing number 10,
tried again and again
but nothing…

A thought of you,
the one who fills my dreams,
especially when I’m with another,
so that when I’m with you
I dream of all those others…

A house is just a labyrinth
constructed caresses and decorated with kisses,
not for me, I’m a cat that loves the rooftops
the city’s home and I live alone,
without a master.

And come the weekend:
bars and clubs filled with gals and fellows
that look like they belong in a wax museum.
Intoxicated by the kisses that I get
from those who share with me
their precious souls filled with bitterness,
I offer one a gladiolus
for solace.
Another I offer a yellow rose,
and urge her to grab it by the thorns,
so that her fingers bleed,
I need fresh blood to penetrate this suburban purgatory
where I’ve made a place for weekends.
It’s a dungeon, but who wants to roam free
when one could be wrapped in these chains of misery…

But come Monday,
we again begin the story
of the daily litany,
the cold war over coffee,
the insipid fall from grace,
forty eight hours of heaven,
and now a phone,
a desk,
this place
where fluorescence tortures my retina,
and blue ink drains my brain.

And when I’m with another I think of you,
and when I’m with you,
with all the others…

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 06 SEP 2025 – Izmir, Türkiye

“I don’t divulge my secrets, I prefer to keep them guessing, but I do reveal the fact that I have secrets.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

Así que preparaos…