I've Manifested Plenty Of Things In My Life: Perfect Grades, Appearance, Self Concept, A Girlfriend,

“shifting showed me the will to live a thousand lives, when i didn’t even have the strength to live one.”

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.

YOU'RE. THE. CREATOR.

Everything is made up, even the law of gravity. You create everything, and you give meaning to all the things that exist. You can exist without all your creations, but all the creations can’t exist without you. Everything is you, but in another form of consciousness. You are the creator, things happen bc you allow it to happen. This is why you can’t fail, bc reality follows you with no exception. —But reality shows me the opposite of what I want — you say. It's bc you decide is this way. What you see is not the reality, is what you decide. You don’t need the 5 senses to know your name. The same way, you don’t need to “see” your desire to know is already yours. The 5 senses is a human and imitated condition. And we’re not human. Everything that we are aware of is a real experience, in fact, there’s no difference between what we imagine and what we feel with our senses. However, we label it as different things. The point of this post is to remind you, everything is made up, and you can change it, now. Don’t need to wait until you’re ready, bc you’ll never be.

STOP TRYING

Look, there's nothing to manifest, because it's already yours. You don't have to try anything, I say it in all my posts, decide that what you want is yours because it is. I know it seems too easy to be true, but it is. And it pisses me off when you demand bloggers to explain things more, because there is nothing else to explain. Stop trying, stop looking, relax, it's yours.

I’m at the dentist do you guys think the laughing gas will make me shift easier 💯💯💯😎

Me when some shifters act like this reality is special

the universe giving me the better version of something i lost…… i see you girl. i wasn’t familiar with your game… you had me there ngl

not trying to be mean (disclaimer, i'm nice, i swear) but if you're always saying you haven’t shifted, asking for help, getting told the simplest answer ("just know you’ve shifted, that’s literally it. confidence + assumption = success"), rejecting that, then saying you haven’t shifted again… and then doing it all over…....what are we doing here. what are we cooking. at some point, it’s not about shifting anymore, it’s about you fighting your own brain in a parking lot.

if you keep reaffirming that you haven’t shifted, your mind is just following that script

can’t wait to shift to my waiting room because i have an interdimensional shifting therapist and she is going to get a LOT of shit to work with LMAOO

you in your dr — “I want to shift back.” *shifts back*

you here — “I need to do xyz, get into the void state and focus on my reality without any distractions.” *?*