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guys i just came up with this analogy for shifting. idk if this makes sense but for me it does. so. yeah.

when you meet someone completely new, you become aware of their existence the moment you see them. does it mean that before you saw them, they didn't exist? obviously not, they've always lived their lives. same with our desired realities!! even if you're not aware of them, they already exist right now:DD all you have to do is acknowledge their existence!!

journaling, y’all, JOURNALING.

i’ll never shut up about it, i can literally feel my mindset shifting for the better, day by day.

when ppl said to write your goals (affirmations & desires) down on paper, they weren’t kidding, ‘cause why is my mindset changing for the better so rapidly??

my mindset, thinking and emotional state is excelling, and it’s only been a week.

"you cant script out trauma that's unrealistic 🙄" my brother in christ. you are shifting to fucking hogwarts. i am shifting to the fucking backrooms. the rules are made up. we are nothing but stardust and thoughts and feelings. stand tf up

AI is digital plastic surgery. I won't take anyone who uses AI to write their posts seriously. Especially ones related to shifting, manifesting, spirituality. Sorry not sorry.

the sisyphus delusion. . . drop the boulder and shift realities.

sisyphus had one job. one brutal, mindless, soul-crunching job. roll the rock up the hill, watch it roll back down, repeat. camus, bless his french-algerian heart, tells us sisyphus is happy because he chooses to be. because he winks at the abyss and says, fine, let’s dance. because the struggle itself is a kind of victory.

alas, sisyphus is not free. he is a hamster in a particularly wheel, finding comfort in his own entrapment. and that is where he and the modern shifter shake hands. the great cosmic irony is that shifters, these darlings of self-willed escape, have turned themselves into their own myth. they are sisyphus reborn, but instead of a rock, they roll their mindset uphill, over and over again. every affirmation, every subliminal, every night spent whispering to the void. an endless exertion, a labour of self-convincing.

it’s not shifting. it’s straining. the difference between them and sisyphus is that at least he had the decency to stop pretending the rock wasn’t real.

shifting should be the rejection of struggle, not its rebranding. but somewhere along the way, it became another mountain, another test, another something-to-be-earned. people talk about shifting like it’s a boss battle, like they have to do enough reality checks, clear enough mental debris, align their subconscious like the planets in some great celestial waiting room. they believe in the rock. they believe in the climb. they are hypnotised by the effort.

but effort is resistance, and resistance is friction, and friction keeps things exactly where they are. loa already taught us this, what you fight, you feed. what you chase, you place ahead of you, always out of reach. shifting is not a process, it’s a decision. it is not a matter of if, it is a matter of when. and 'when' is only ever waiting on you.

so step aside. let the rock roll where it may. stop thinking of shifting as a mountain to scale and start thinking of it as a room you already own. there is no application form. no cosmic bureaucracy keeping you from your desires. no checklist, no gods, no gatekeepers. only you, making your own mythology out of something as simple as stepping through a door.

so, dear sisyphus-in-disguise, put down your affirmations, your desperate notes to the universe, your battle against the self. don’t just push the rock. drop it. and walk into the world that was already waiting for you.

maybe you never left your dr. maybe this is the dream you're having there.

maybe this is the lobby, the waiting room, the voicemail left on your own machine. maybe you’re stranded in the purgatory of a loading screen, waiting for the other you to double-click, to wake up, to retrieve you like lost luggage at jfk. ever think about that? no? well. think harder.

shifting isn’t about departure, it’s about recognition. it’s the pause before the lights go up in the theatre, the split second between dream and waking where your breath catches and you don’t know if you’re in your bed or on a train to venice with someone who only exists in whispers. it’s opening a novel to the middle and realising you’re already inside it, a character penned by some omnipotent hand, waiting to see if you make the final draft.

if the universe is infinite, then every possible version of you exists right now. you in your dream reality. you in your current reality. you in a dimly lit café writing about this exact moment. you in a sun-drenched penthouse, sipping something expensive. you missing the bus by three seconds. you winning an oscar and forgetting to thank your mother. all happening, all at once, as if the cosmos is a film reel tangled in itself, flickering through frames too quickly for the eye to track.

"you know how dreams feel normal while you’re in them?" you ask your barista, who does not have time for this existential monologue. she blinks.

right. yes. moving on. the mandela effect, false memories, time dilation. polite euphemisms for the moments you flicker between selves. that uncanny lurch in your stomach when the streetlight should be on the other side of the road. that one song lyric that wasn’t there before. that creeping certainty that your childhood bedroom had green walls, not blue. the fact that my cocoa was white chocolate and not pistachio white chocolate. that’s not faulty memory. that’s turbulence. that’s the in-between. that’s you with one foot in one world, one foot in another, checking your pockets for a train ticket that doesn’t exist.

there is no single reality. there are only perspectives. (somewhere, nietzsche exhales cigarette smoke, mutters something about eternal recurrence, and pours another drink.)

so, what if this is your dr? what if you already made it and just forgot to notice? what if someone in that reality is writing posts about trying to shift here? what if, right now, someone is sitting in a candlelit room, reading this, thinking, "god, what a strange dream."

and what if you wake up tomorrow, somewhere else, and forget you ever read this? just another dream you had, once.

one of many.

reminder: shifting is real. you’re going to have memories from when you were a kid or random interactions with people you knew back then. even the dream you may have had when you were 10... oh and perhaps the supermarket you visited with your parents 6 years ago? your life in your dr doesn’t start from the moment you shift there. life is still life. don’t treat your dr as a ‘magical‘ place.

how i feel scripting my drs — ꪆ୧

the universe is honestly my fav store, it literally has everything. i can shop for a new body, i can shop for a new face, i can shop for talents, i can shop for a boyfriend, i can shop for friends. i just have to do a mental online order and that's it. i don't have to pay, i don't have to do anything. it's mine. like how fun is that??? i feel like i'm in a barbie movie ⋆｡༄⋆˚⊹

the key to inducing pure consciousness is being distracted btw, ykkk forgetting about the 3D

visualize

sing a song in your head

count in your head

talk to yourself in your head