You Looking For A Method? HERE IT IS: Close Your Eyes, Say ‘I’m In My DR,’ And Don’t Question

Opening your eyes in a different reality feels surreal.

Let me start this off by saying that I haven’t fully shifted yet and this post is about a mini shift and how it felt to be in another reality. It always helps motivate me when I think about it so hopefully it can help you too. I feel like people who have mini shifted don’t give themselves enough credit when in reality, YOU DID THAT!!! Also this isn’t much of a story time as much as it is just me kinda chatting about it LMAO.

I’m gonna put in the exact note I typed in my notes app after I shifted. Just keep in mind I was in shock and so excited, so it’s not very well written. This was when the main Dr I was trying to shift to was twilight. (Also pardon my French 🤭)

“I just shifted. Oh my god. It wasn’t to my dr, but I was there and it was real and I knew immediately. It was real. It felt so real. I wasn’t fully grounded yet I don’t think. I fucking shifted. It wasn’t for too long and I wasn’t fully grounded because my alarm took me back. I woke up, the bedding was black and I felt it. Then I stood up and was short, so I knew it wasn’t my dr bc I’m tall in my dr. Then I saw a shadow under the door so I wanted to go out before they walked in bc I thought it was Charlie. Then I left the room and told myself to act natural. I was going to the bathroom but a girl walked out of a bedroom and beat me to the bathroom, and that’s when the alarm went off. Oh my god. I shifted. I shifted.”

It’s impossible to explain how it feels waking up in a different reality. It’s a mix of excitement and a disbelief that it finally happened after so long. It’s like my eyes opened for the first time. There were so many emotions and I was so overwhelmed by everything. I felt my hands touching the fabric of the comforter. I felt the hardwood floors beneath my feet, the metal doorknob in my hand. Even not fully grounded, it felt like I was using my senses for the first time. For as short a time as I was there, I felt so much. It felt so real to me and I didn’t even get to feel how real it could’ve been because I wasn’t grounded all the way. But I’m still ecstatic because I did that.

I think the most ironic part is that I wasn’t even trying. The closest I’ve gotten to shifting was by shutting my brain off and just letting it happen. If I’ve done it before without trying, I can sure as hell do it again. AND IF I CAN DO IT, SO CAN YOU!!

Anywaysss, ty for reading this mess and I hope this can give at least one person some motivation.🫶🏻🫶🏻

growing pains

“what do you think about—.” it doesn’t matter what i think. if you want it go get, go do it. ill always extend sympathy but go be happy, be traumatized, get railed, go be a superhero with a billion dollars & own ten life sized barbie dream houses. i don’t care, do whatever you want. the world is yours. it always has been.

⸝⸝ ⋮ "why haven't I shifted yet?"

⸝⸝ ⋮ "I did everything right ,, didn't I ?"

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Maybe you haven’t shifted yet because you’re standing at the threshold, pounding on the door like it owes you something, so loud and desperate you can’t hear the soft click of the lock unlatching on its own. Sometimes we want something so badly that we strangle it — clutching it like a lifeline, knuckles pale, breath tight, thinking that if we just try harder, it’ll finally give. But shifting isn’t a stubborn jar lid. It’s a dream, and dreams don’t bloom under pressure — they open like petals in stillness.

It’s like trying to catch a snowflake with fire in your hands. The more you reach, the quicker it melts. You wouldn’t scream at the ocean to make a wave crash faster. You just wait, feet buried in the sand, while the tide inches in, closer and closer, until it kisses your toes without asking.

I know you feel like you’ve done everything. You’ve whispered affirmations like secrets into the night, folded your limbs like origami, held visions in your mind until your imagination became see-through. You’ve felt it: that one fragile moment of almost, where your soul swore this is it, just before it slipped back into the dark.

But that wasn’t failure. That was foreshadowing. That was the universe warming up, clearing its throat before the crescendo. You’re not lost. You’re tuning yourself, like a radio just shy of the right station — static humming, music just behind the veil. You’re so close the air is humming with it.

And maybe — just maybe — you’re too awake to shift. Not your body, but your awareness. Like you’re peeking through your fingers at the miracle, too alert, too ready, as if you’re trying to trap magic in a jar. But magic hates being watched. It sneaks in through the cracks when you’re laughing too hard to care. It’s the song that plays when you stop trying to remember the lyrics. It’s the dream that comes back only after you stop chasing it down the hallway of your mind.

Let go.

Melt a little.

Forget the steps and let your heartbeat be the ritual.

And then there’s doubt — the quiet saboteur. Not a villain with fangs, but a whisper wearing your voice, curling up beside you and murmuring things like “maybe it’s not real,” or “maybe it’s not for me.” It doesn't shout. It sighs. But that doubt? It’s proof you care. You ache for this so much, your mind spins storms just trying to protect you from disappointment. But you're not being punished. You're not unworthy. You're just standing on the edge of the pool, toes curled over the ledge, learning how to trust the fall — learning that sometimes the water catches you even when you close your eyes.

You’re not behind.

You’re not broken.

This isn’t a failure. It’s a slow becoming. It’s scaffolding for a bridge you haven’t crossed yet, but one day, you’ll look back and realize you’ve been building it the whole time.

And the wildest part? So many people shift the moment they give up — not in despair, but in surrender. They drop the script, unclench their hands, exhale all the wanting — and then, like a secret handshake, the wind changes. The universe, cheeky thing that it is, was just waiting to see if you’d soften. If you’d open your palms.

Because sometimes the door doesn’t open when you demand. It opens when you become quiet enough to hear the hinge move.

Maybe the answer isn’t more doing. Maybe it’s undoing. Maybe you don’t need to become the version of yourself who shifts — maybe you already are. Maybe the only thing left is to remember. You’ve been turning the key, every night, in your sleep. Whisper by whisper. Breath by breath.

And one night — without fanfare — it’ll click.

And when it does, you’ll realize: You weren’t waiting for the shift. The shift was waiting for you.

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Why limit yourself by staying in one reality when you are bound to others

something something father son

For the past couple of days , I got myself to robotic affirm that I will wake up in my dr, and I actually did shift after around a day of doing so !

Unfortunately, I was too tired to realise it and fell back asleep & woke up 'here‘ again 😭…

Your DR is your CR.

growing pains