How I Feel After Putting My Personality Here In This Reality To Be The Same As In Other Realities. Im

thank golly for shifting, I would have gone insane without it !!!

ME WHEN A WEIGHTS BEEN LIFTED OFF MY SHOULDER AND NOW I WONT HAVE SM PRESSURE TO SHIFT >>>

how I be listening to music knowing good and well I'm stealing ts for my discography

Shifters, after realizing that nothing in this reality truly matters.

that’s how it is.

You know how when you shift somewhere, even things you have already done or seen a million times feel exciting and in a way, 'new?'

After restarting my life and coming back here, it feels like I can watch movies again for the first time, and it's such a refreshing feeling

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎there is a light and it never goes out

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎shifting and manifesting aren't fragile things that crumble under the weight of your doubts. they don't disappear when your mind wanders off or feels a little skeptical. they're something more like the speed of light racing through the universe—steady, reaching you from afar. and they don't require anything; they simply need you to allow them to just be.

the universe isn't waiting for you with a clipboard, tapping its foot, asking if you did the right method, if your intentions were pure, if your mind was clean. it doesn't lean over your shoulder, scrutinizing your steps like that one teacher you hated, waiting for you to mess up. the light does not flicker when you doubt. it does not dim when you 'fail'. it stays just as it is.

you have been taught that the sky only opens for the righteous, that shifting and manifesting are a tightrope walk—one wrong step, and you fall. but tell me—does the moon apologize for what it does to the tide? "the world bends for no one" yet it bends for you, over and over and over again, without hesitation. you could run from the door flung open before you, and still, the light would wait for you to extend your finger.

maybe you have been knocking on a door that was never locked. maybe you have spent years sharpening keys for a gate that was never closed. maybe you sit at the edge of your seat, thinking the invitation has been lost, when really, it has been in your back pocket all along. you write apologies into the margins of your desires, convinced you must be better before you can step forward. but the light does not ask you to open your hands and show it what you've done.

and if you doubt? if you rage? if you say, "this is not for me, i am too broken, too lost, too late"? the light does not go out. if you whisper to your pillow, "i have done everything wrong," if you try to silence your longing, if you build walls around your heart, the light does not go out. even in the wreckage, even in the places where you swore no good thing could grow, the light lingers.

so march forward, with shaking hands, with your sleeves undone, with all the ways you think you are undeserving. it does not matter. the light won't go out.

the april fools prank this year is that you’ve actually already shifted & the 3d has been tricking you this whole time !! ! so congrats you’re in your dr 🥳 !!! you did it !! you shifted !!

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

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.