Wine Wednesday: Nelson Mandela

This is Nelson Mandela’s 100th birthday. I took a poll on my social media platforms about interest on him and the Mandela effect. I got good feedback on ya’ll wanting to know about him, and more so about the Mandela effect. So cue the research, the playlist, the drinks, and ALL OF THE READING.

I’ll keep his background short for ya’ll, since it seems like the Mandela effect is what is most of interest. If you want an in depth background to his story, check out this book.

To get all of the generics out of the way, Nelson Mandela was born literally 100 years ago (July 18th, 1918) in a small South African village, in the Eastern Capes of South Africa. He died early December of 2013 in Johannesburg, South Africa. Yes, this is where the Mandela effect comes into play.

He had 3 different wives, the last one being his wife until he passed away. He had a son that passed away before he did as well, which is interesting to me (car accident). In all, he had 5 children, and over 30 awards for a varying of reasons. He also had 9 other siblings, which I don’t feel as uprising, but being an only child myself, I find just simply find interesting.

Let’s get into what ya’ll came here for, shall we? As in that good ol’ Mandela effect, how it came about, and some things that have happened since this became a thing.

The reason I gave some backstory to Nelson Mandela, is simply because of the Mandela effect. If you don’t know the basics of the Mandela effect, well…honey, you’re gonna learn real quick here.

The phenomenon that has come to be known as the Mandela effect is the idea or fact that a collective of people remember/recall an event or thing taking place, only for that said thing to happen some good chunk of time later. It can also include mass though on something as simple as a catchphrase or viral theme/thing catching on, when a collective does the same thing, and think that this had already become a thing. Think of it as a variation of deja vu.

Now I know there’s the technical term of the Mandela effect (False Memory Syndrome…mainly explored by Psychologist Sigmund Freud. Yes, the same guy who was all about sexual behaviors), but one thing my stepmom brought up recently, in a car ride, is: what was the Mandela effect, before the Mandela effect?

Why is it called the Mandela effect though? The main reason is half because he was so prominent, and the other because people thought that he had died while he was serving time in prison (read his prison letters here), in the 1980’s. Looking back at his life, he held presidency, had SO MANY international awards, and did quite a bit for about 30 years from the time he “died” until he actually died.

This isn’t a matter of things like the “cloning” or replicating of a person sort of thing. It’s raw deja vu on a mass populous. I’ve even had this experience, even lately. I had to ask my better half about YouTube’s dark screen mode lately. Asking him was my most recent spell of it, like a planet retrograde.

My main question(s) is: Why do so many of us have so many Mandela effect memories, what causes it, and why does it happen to so many people, with different upbringings, origins, and life choices? Do you have any thoughts?

Do you want to watch some Mandela effect videos? Check out Shane Dawson‘s series on his channel here and Hailey Reese’s spin off series here.

Remember to check out the reads listed in this post:
Nelson Mandela’s autobiography
Nelson Mandela’s prison letters

 

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Audio Book Review: Eat. Pray. Love.

When YouTuber Kalyn Nicholson says that this will make a travel bug crawl into your soul, she was right!

This week, I’m sharing my review on none other than Eat, Pray, Love. Go grab it, and re-read it (or just read it!). If you’re not a book reader, check out the movie here.

Elizabeth took us around the world. I loved all three parts of the book, or really each “mini-book”, in which the three countries could be their own mini book. Eat and Love were my two.

I could so see myself gaining the same 30 pounds she did in Italy. I also fell in love with her trip to Bali as well. Bali was where she found love, but I don’t think just in the romance way.

You’d think she’d find romance in Italy (which she kind of did), but it wasn’t the romance she needed or deserved. She had to find herself again, create that spark again, to truly find her kind of romance.

In Bali, she seemed to find her love of people, of culture again. She could also keep her love of travel as well, as you’ll see towards the end of the book.

That’s the most basic of all basic summaries, and as much as I would love to totally spoil the whole book for you (assuming you haven’t read it, which, if I can say this nicely: GO FREAKING READ IT!), I won’t.

If it’s been awhile since you read this lovely book, make sure that you can do it on a beach or wherever you find a fancy, and dive right back in! You’ll enjoy it as much as the first time around, I promise.