Thank God someone asked.

Ok, CERN refers to the supercolleider. The official mission statement is that they are trying to see just how small particles get by smashing them.

Now, put on the tinfoil cap.

The alternate discourse states that the true purpose is to merge this dimension with the next higher dimension.

Load of hooey right?

Enter the tinfoil cap theory of the Mandela effect. It states that our reality is changing.

Proof:

Do you remember Mandela dying in prison? I do. I remember it clearly because as a young teen, it didn't pertain to me, didn't affect me, and I didn't care. I remember it well.

Except he didn't die in prison. Nor did his (late) wife get into litigation over his posthumous book deals.

More: Curious George never had a tail. Except I remember clearly he was not animated as antromophic, he anatomically correct as a monkey with fully functional tail.

More: The children's book about antromophic German bears. I had all the books. Reading was important to my parents. Spelling also. Their name was a reference to their being German. Bearenstein. Get it, STEIN, as in a German bier mug? Nope. Thd author, who is still alive says it was Berenstain the whole time.

The song by Queen: We are the Champions should end with words "of the world!" Except it doesn't. So why do so many remember it as such?

What does any of this have to do with the Firdbird's Guage cluster?

Ok, I'll explain.

In final reassembly, the cluster was short one blade style bulb and plastic socket. No problem, I went to the shop and grabbed the little bucket with the blue lid where I've kept them for 30 years now. On the top, should have been a card with single bulb in it. Its been there on top of the pile, lid barely closing, for at least a decade now. Well, I didn't see it, so I dug through the whole bucket. No blade-sthle bulbs at all, but lots of sockets. So I grabbed a socket, and went to the truck. You see, on the way home, I had stopped by O'Reilly and grabbed a pack of the blade-type bulbs, and a pack of the little round bayonet-style bulbs, and put them in the pocket of the door. I grabbed the blade-style pack and proceeded to the work bench, tearing the pack open. (Normally I would cut the plastic, so the other bulb stays in the pack for safe keeping) So, I finish the assembly, using fine emery cloth to clean all bulb contacts and bulb socket contact's.

Long winded, I know, but remember I told you to put on the tinfoil cap? Here it comes:

When I'm done, there on the corner of the bench is the bulb pack I couldn't find. One bulb cut out, the other missing. Faded, edges curled, victim of a decade in a shed exposed to Georgia summer heat.

The new pack, which I CLEARLY remember getting from the truck and tearing open, nowhere to be seen.

This got my attention. I went to the truck and checked the door pocket. No new bulb packets. BUT, the receipt was crumpled up in the passenger floor board just where I put it.

The next morning at work, I opened the console, and there the bulb packets were. Unopened.

YOU choose what elements of your reality are true. Did the doo-whatsis really walk into the other room? Did someone else move the widget that YOU KNOW you left exactly there?

I'm telling you true:

Curious George has a tail.
The children's story books are properly spelled Bearenstein.
We Are the Champions ends with "of the world"
Mandela died in jail.
And I DID NOT find and use that old bulb.

I also have a good story involving a "third spring" it shouldn't have been there, then it literally disappeared before my eyes.

Anyway, thanks for asking.