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shifter gone missing

does anybody know what happened to the shifting blog @leydenkilgore?? I haven't checked her blog in a while but when I went to loo for it, it was js gone?? Leyden was a successful shifter who had shifted many times and would share storytimes abt her shifts.

shifting story from trying 2 shift 2 dexter 🩸

(9/29/24) tldr; i succeeded, ended up in a random hotel room in miami

on that day i had been meditating for the better part of four hours, and gradually it turned into desperately trying to shift, visualizing my dexter dr, and i wasn’t having much luck with that. couldn’t connect with it, didn’t feel like shifting, so i did a gratitude guided meditation and just gave up on trying to shift that day because like—i’m not gonna keep pushing if I’m not feeling up to it—and then took a break, fell asleep listening to my dr spotify playlist.

when i woke back up, I charged my airpods for a little bit and then put on slade’s shifting brew(the newest version, V4 i think, but i really have no idea whether or not it impacted my success) and i went and meditated again. this time i was coating all of my actions with gratitude. not even trying to shift, just being like “fuck it, i am a master shifter,” and then letting myself feel those feelings of relief that i really had shifted again, that i really could do it, that it was possible for me.

i think i did this for 20 minutes, not really expecting anything, before i started getting insanely sleepy and sinking deeper, like very nearly into the dream state, and then i remember on the left side of me this immense pull. like reality was splitting or smn, but not really. i can’t remember whether or not i had the intention of astral projection, but either way i felt myself separate from my body. this full on feeling of separation. then i was “standing on the side of my bed.” but like not physically, but i could perceive everything around me. and it was stable, not at all like a vision, like i was actually out— wasn’t immediately changing despite the fact i was “staring” at my bed and my body wasn’t there, it was just my bed.

i tried to see if i could visualize my body and confirm, before i had this half-intention and realized, oh shit, i’m in an altered state of consciousness, i should go to dexter. so i concentrated(i think??? not concentrated physically, hard to put into words) and suddenly i was standing on the outer balcony of this hotel i instinctively knew was in miami. to the right through two apartment buildings i could see the ocean. i had no shoes on, and the ground was dark grey, rough, like concrete but painted or smn. im staring at this old hinged glass door, a dark brown with square paneled windows(im not an interior designer don’t get on me) kinda trying to get my bearings, then i kinda yank it open and go inside, still in this mildly ap-y state, but the details i was seeing, stable on their own, were kind of scary.

(this is a horrible drawing of what i saw when i went inside, literally don’t judge me)

so i walked forward to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, saw myself and am like “what if i try grounding myself????”(stupid thought really but.) so i turn to the little white star pattern on the tiled brown bathroom wall and start trying to bring myself into this form more, tracing the stars, and the texture of them quickly became so fucking real as i did this. like the grooves and protruding edges, i felt them, i wasn’t hallucinating or trying to pretend like i did. it was so real it kinda scared me a little bit, bcs this whole thing had been so stable.

then i thought, “i should go to dexter for real this time” and then i start channeling the feel of the outside of his miami apartment, and suddenly i was there, walking up to his door, and the colors are so fucking vivid and i have so much information coming at me. i’m less physically “stable” than i was a minute(?????) ago, but im there, and then i tried to reach for dexter directly,

but then i snapped back in my body. my OR body. i remember panicking like “??? DID i just shift? Um i have to tell my friends,” but after writing all that down i fell back asleep and then had a couple false awakenings, dreaming that i shifted again😭😭😭 freaky.

that really locked in my faith bcs i KNOW damn well my brain doesn’t have the capacity to hallucinate details like that and keep them stable- lucid dreams aren’t stable. astral projecting, from my experience, isn’t stable. meditative states like those, also from my experience, are wonky. warped. respond to my intention immediately. yet that hotel felt individual from me, like i had gone there, which i had

~ love, kat<3

Please drop me some shift-stories!! I wanna hear all of it ‎‧₊˚✧

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘

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☆𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢☆

Hi babes!!♡

I've been meaning to sit down and write about this, and now that it's almost been a month, I think I'm finally ready to share it. On April 9th, 2025, during my final yoga session before moving cities, I shifted for the first time—fully, awake.

My yoga teacher is not only a licensed hypnotist but also an active shifter and shifts through hypnosis. I'd been asking her for tips here and there, and when I mentioned it was my last session with her, I asked if she'd be open to guiding me through hypnosis to see if I could shift that way. She agreed.

We started the session as usual—yoga first to relax the body, then meditation to quiet the mind. By the time I lay down for the hypnosis, I was deeply relaxed. She began counting up to twenty as I took slow, deep breaths, and then she asked me to envision a place where I might find myself.

Before we started, she gently reminded me not to be discouraged if I didn't successfully shift this time, but I confidently told her it would work because I've decided I'm shifting.

And that's when things stayed to change.

Normally, when I try shifting, I experience strong symptoms: white flashing lights, tingling limbs, spinning room sensations—basically my body screaming, "You're doing something." But this time? Nothing. Not a single symptom. And I think that's because I was already completely relaxed from the yoga and meditation. The usual "symptoms" are just the body entering a meditative state—not actual signs of shifting. This time, I didn't need them.

Instead, I blurrily started seeing something. It was a lake. My vision felt out of focus—like when your camera lens won't quire adjust—but the sensations came in first. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin, the heat soaking into me. I could feel the texture of the grass between my fingers and toes. The blurry shapes started to sharpen. I heard birds chirping. I heard the gentle sound of the lake water lapping against the shore.

I looked down and saw myself in a while silky dress. It flowed softly around my body, light and airy. I didn't feel amazed or shocked. I just felt...at peace. Like this was my normal life. Like this was just another afternoon in my DR.

Here's the thing: this wasn't a DR I had scripted or planned for. This place came to me on its own. A space my subconscious had created, and it welcomed like I'd always belonged there.

After sitting beneath the tree for a few moments, soaking in the stillness, I stood and walked toward my house, which was only a few feet away. It looked like a palace—but made entirely of see-through glass. At the front entrance was a glass elevator. I stepped inside and saw thirteen glowing buttons. I pressed the one for the 11th floor. As the elevator ascended, I saw the lake growing smaller beneath me. I stepped out onto the terrace and took in the view one more time from above before walking inside.

The first room was huge. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in an endless stream of golden light. The walls were creamy, soft, and warm in color. Tall decorative pillars (like the ones you see in palaces—those grand marble columns) framed the space. And hanging on the walls were paintings.

One in particular caught my eye: a giant pink butterfly, glittering as if dusted with stars. It didn't look painted—it looked alive. I remembered, in that moment, I had painted it. These were my paintings. This was my art studio. There was a canvas in the middle of the room, half-finished, waiting for me to return to it. (My DR memories kicked in)

Then I saw movement by the window—a cat. Orange fur. Piercing green eyes. He stared directly at me, and the memory returned like a whisper: he was a stray I had taken in and named Reed, no idea why, just felt right.

I continued walking and found the staircase—made entirely of glass, but not just clear glass. The steps shimmered in all different colors like a rainbow when the light hit them. Climbing down, I saw mirrors along the walls of the stairwell. And when I looked into them, I froze for a second.

Because the face looking back at me wasn't the one I see in the CR.

I had long, curly hair, olive skin, hazel eyes. My features were different—but not unfamiliar. I didn't feel like a stranger. I looked like someone I had always been.

When I reached the ground floor, I saw a big white piano near the entrance. I instantly remembered—I played piano here and I was good at it. Like really good. It was something I loved and did often. (I guess in that reality I was very artistic and multitalented)

The rest of the space was open-plan—the living room, dining area, and kitchen all flowed in one beautiful, airy expanse. Everything looked clean, soft and light, but still had that romantic, old-world charm. Like an 1800s castle had been reimagined through a dream filter.

When I finished wandering the house, I stepped back outside, walked down to the lake again, and sat under the same tree. Surrounding me were white, yellow, and lilac flowers (I don't even know their names—but they were delicate and wild and beautiful). I leaned back, tilted my head toward the sky, and just let the sun kiss my skin.

And then—I started hearing her voice again, my yoga teacher, counting down to one. (She started counting again after 30 minutes)

I opened my eyes, and for a moment, I didn't recognize the room I was in. I sat up slowly, trying to ground myself in what felt like a completely different world. I looked around in silence for a few minutes before asking her how long it had been. She said a little over thirty minutes.

And even after that...it didn't fully register. Not right away. I didn't have the dramatic reaction I'd always imagined. I wasn't jumping or crying or screaming, "I did it!" Instead, I found myself quietly doing something later that night, and it just...hit me. "Oh. I shifted."

It was calm. Anticlimactic, even. But in the most beautiful way.

And honestly? That's the biggest thing I took from it. Shifting isn't supposed to feel theatrical or explosive. It's not always a fairytale moment. It's natural. It's literally just you existing in another state. It felt real because it was real. As real as me sitting here writing this post.

The more we obsess over symptoms or dramatize our DRs or put shifting on a pedestal, the more we disconnect from the truth: it's not fantasy. It's your mind going where it's always been capable of going. It's already part of you.

Shifting is the most magical experience—but in the quietest, most matter-of-fact way.

If you're interested in more spiritual storytimes like this—void state experiences, astral projection, lucid dreams, shared dreams, or even thought transmission—let me know. I have so many to tell, and I'd love to share more soon!!!

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕴𝖛𝖞🖤💚

Your account is so beautiful and so poetic, the way you write when you respond to anons sound like handwritten letters for some reason 😭💕 maybe it's because I read them with a soft poetic voice in my head idk but I'm wondering.. When you shift to so many different realities for such long periods of time to escape this current reality, there have been many shifters that said that you could feel big detachment or even more misery when you come back here. I wonder though, when you come back from a shift, especially when you've been in your DR for years.. Does it affect how you experience relationships in the current reality? Have you ever felt detached, or distant from friends, family members, or probably just distant relatives, classmates / co-workers, and etc. ?

And could it be because you outgrown them, (because your soul must definitely feel aged when you have immortality living thousands of lives in the realities in your mind, right?) or could it be that some relationships become unfulfilling? Orr..?

Or have you ever experienced the opposite? And end up being happy seeing close people either because you've missed them or have scripted them into your realities? I'm really curious, as someone who tried to shift just last night as a fun act of self-love and fun place to spend a vacation on another planet 😭😭😭

You are the sweetest, I can't describe how happy your words make me. Thank you so much!!

Whenever I come back It's a feeling of relaxation, or the feeling of being awake in the middle of the night when no one else is. I feel alone but it doesn't bother me. Usually in the moment I’m recounting what happened in my head so I don’t forget about it. I definitely feel more mature, I try to help my mom out as much as I can, force her to do certain things that will help her mental health; I didn't used to do this but now I feel like I can teach her things I didn't know before. She’s a very pessimistic person, it seems like everything that she says is negative and I’ve found that it's hard to relate since I’ve come back. Sometimes I feel out of place but it’s never gotten to the point of misery. I’ve grown up with a lot of anxiety and now that I have experienced what I have I realized I should never feel shame about leaving here. 

I shift to experience a different life, I personally don’t script it to be perfect and happy all the time. I want to experience all of it. I‘ve suffered in every reality I’ve been in, including this one and I don’t see it as a bad or good thing. I just see it as something to learn from, so detachment from here is not a problem for me. I do get sad sometimes that I can’t relay what I’ve been through to my family. Sure, I can shift to a reality where they understand the concept and would console me, but a part of me doesn't want to.

I had a child in my Kirasia dr and that's the reason I ended up leaving there. Though I was happy, I didn’t think I was ready. I was sitting on my bed and kind of dissociating in that moment because the thought of raising a whole entire human being scared me. I will go back, maybe re-live my life there and continue on instead of leaving but I don’t know when that moment will come. A couple of months ago In this reality I was sitting on the couch with my mom and baby sister and was so overcome with emotions when I looked at her. I just started to cry, I said it was because she was being cute, a part of it was, but In that moment I was reminded of my own child. Here I’m a couple months from graduating, and there I am a mother.    

My relationship with my family has gotten better here though. My step dad apologized to me and I was finally mature enough to have an actual conversation with him. My mom wants me to live with her for a while and tells me I shouldn't have to work myself to death. And I finally cut someone off who I didn’t need anymore; so yes I have outgrown people. I don’t know if these things would have happened if I never shifted. I think after shifting my subconscious reworked itself and that's why those moments happened. 

The only detachment I really feel is noticing how immature people are. Before I shifted I tolerated it but now I don’t put any energy into it. I can’t believe I didn’t notice how many grown adults are fucking insane, sorry for the bluntness it’s just crazy seeing how stupid people are. I’m mostly talking about how weird relationships are here, and how some people will find any excuse to be abusive. Not even physically but just mentally. Some of these people aren't even aware of their own actions either - I’m ranting… but I think you get the idea.

When I come back here It's like I've learned a whole new outlook on life and I feel happy to view the world through that lens here. I’ve never felt regret about shifting, someday I’m going to choose not to come back here and I’m fine with that. 

These were such good questions and because of your ask you gave me a new idea on what to write about! I’ve been trying to think about what to write about that isn't a storytime so I’m happy I finally have a small Idea.

collection of recent shifts

2/18/25 

Woke up at 4;30 am, listened to music for a while and the first shift was to my seven saint war dr (personal dr). I was holding a scroll while walking next to my desk in my chambers, it seemed I was trying to find something. I heard the sound of the paper and it made me jump and I came back here. the second I think was to my soul eater dr, I was holding my switch and feeling the buttons on it, it was fading out of my awareness. Last one, I was in my seven saint war dr again and there are these beds that rock back and forth (kind of like a cradle but for adults) and I remember it made me motion sick for some reason, we were in the library and there were people searching for us, the message was carried through the books - it was so weird it was like they were yelling it throughout the shelves - very surreal. Here I have powers gifted from the wind god, and I used them to teleport us to the mountains. I am never using them without  preparation first because they are not fun at all and it was the most nauseating experience of my life. 

2/10/25

I was in a river or a body of water and there were these two giant metal plates and I was trying to move one and it fell against the other one and made a loud noise. It was so pretty, the water looked delectable and the kingdom across the water was so pretty. 

1/24/25 

I was about to fall asleep then was slipping into a very weird political dream, snapped out of it and started to shift. I was rollerblading down the path to the beach in florida where I use to live while I was about to go onto the road a kia soul out of all cars pulls out so I keep to the side walk and I could see the ground very clearly while I was moving, came back here because I was going very fast and it kind of freaked me out. 

2/11/25 

This morning I wanted to go to a space reality. I was doing my usual routine and I shifted to a place where I was a child. I was with another kid. We were climbing up in a crashed spacecraft and I remember wearing a hat that I didn't think was mine. I came back here and then shifted to an alternate reality to the one I was in. I was in my room playing with wooden toys, but someone was coming(?) I remember I was on kelkeo. 

12/26/24 

Idk what my obsession with paper is recently but I shifted last night and was flipping through a book while my husband was standing next to me and I asked him if he taped the important part of it down and then I came back here because I was worried about me falling asleep ( i've been struggling with sleeping lately idk why but anyway I finally fell asleep at sorta normal time) Then, I wanted to go somewhere just now so I played the same music I shifted to last night and went to the same reality and I was laying on my bed trying to sleep and I could hear my husband rifling through my papers and scrolls I like to collect and for some reason my mind got really confused and came back here. 

2/15/25 

I was in bed about to sleep and was just thinking about my s/o and snuggling with them and I love the symptoms I get because my whole body gets tingly and then I’m there. I went there when we were in the middle of kissing, I came back here because I heard a lady’s voice behind me which confused me because we were alone in bed. 

1/16/25 

Early this morning, I was on a bike riding down a hill, I have no idea where I was, the feeling of me peddling down this street was like no other. I didn’t want to be there so I came back here.

Some time later, I was sitting in what I think was either Ryu Voin or an Ostova palace. There were beautiful paintings on the wall in front of me, murals. I was sitting on a chair, I remember feeling content. 

shifting storytime l X-files dr

another theme hope my future self likes this one sigh.. The words come easier to me when it's more recent shifts and I remember more so I’ll be writing about this one first. 

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I love this dr dearly like most of my homes but there's something about this one that just makes me feel something else. Growing up watching the show made me feel comfort like nothing else. I was laying down on the couch, staring at the ceiling zoning out. I hadn't slept for a while, I had stayed up all night, I want to say it was due to sleeping issues but that would be a lie; I was watching youtube videos all night. And it was too early in the morning for me to fall asleep so I just stayed up for as long as I could. I had the thought about shifting here in my mind for a while so while I was zoning out I had begun to leave this reality. It was like my emotions were there and my senses were here for a while until I was fully there. I was then on my bed laying down, I have a very small but beautiful apartment. I couldn't see him but my s.o was cooking dinner and I remember hearing the sound of the food frying on the pan. I just stayed there for a bit, content that I wasn't moving. For some reason when I shift recently I end up going somewhere in a drastically different movement, I'll be laying down and then moving down a hill very fast. Anyway, I saw the view from my windows, the sun had just set, the summer breeze was drifting in. I felt at peace. At the moment I wasn't working, I scripted that I had previously modeled and then worked for NASA corps. It was pretty mundane at first, I had gotten up hugged my husband, ate, took a shower, and then wrote in my journal. My first few weeks looked like this along with chores, shopping and lots of napping.

My old coworkers' husband worked for the FBI and had offered me a job. I sat and thought about it, at the time I didn't remember this reality so I didn't know what the x-files was or really what I was setting myself up for. He reached out to me again and said he suggested they should meet me. I found it rude that he did that without my word but I would need to find a job soon, nasa's astronaut training was way too tiring to go back, and what else did I have to lose. - I hadn’t scripted any of this, I didn't know how I was going to land being there. I just let my subconscious do the work. I thought this was funny when I came back, so i'm putting it here. -

My husband is an architect working from home. He had finished his day up early that morning we had decided to go swimming. The drive was slow, quiet. The curve of the road was lethargic. This day was one of my favorites here, perfect weather, calm water. It was a good rest before I needed work. 

By late July it was apparent that the rest of my time would be filled with late night car rides, door to door interviews, sunflower seeds, sealed conversations in cheap hotels, blisters from heels and most importantly the most mind-numbing rants from mulder. Haha yeah skinner I'm not gonna make it into work today, I just saw an anomaly....???!!... The first moments of being here felt safe and warm but as I threw myself into my work it melted away into a dark surrealist tone. The dreamlike feeling of the cases, almost ominous, made me feel on edge. Although I fit flawlessly, it felt like I was third wheeling most of the time, a child sitting in the backseat while her parents were bickering. Of course I'm exaggerating but it was a normal occurrence for me to turn up the radio to tune them out. 

Thats all I feel like writing for now I need to study..

shifting to the 60s

hii I havent posted in a while, I've been trying re group from multiple shifts while getting my life back in order but I think I'm back.. Anyway I have a bunch of stories from so many places I'd like to share and im currently working on how I want to post them. But I don't see a lot of storytimes so I think it would be fun to share some. So i'm gonna rant about some shorter ones here.

shifting with sleep paralysis

I wanted to talk about this shift because it stuck out to me and I can't stop thinking about it.. I had shifted about 2 times in the span of 30 seconds. For a whole week back in October I was waking up at 3-5 am in the morning without being able to go back to sleep. So as you can guess I woke up at around 4 am and was restless. At around 6 am I got tired again so I started my method and I know people say that symptoms don't exist but in the time that I have shifted all I can say is that I disagree.. Anyway, one moment I was saying affimations and then the next I woke up all tingly and in a weird sleep state I've never been in before. I didn't even say to myself I wanted to shift I just did. It was like my mind was on autopilot. Didn't say affimations, didn't go through my script in my head, didn't even try to use the 5 senses. I just started seeing myself in 1st person and what I would be doing in my dr without any forethought and shifted. The first shift, I was on a track running with a couple of men and we all were wearing 60s running wear. I had an orange and red tank top with matching orange shorts. It had felt like there was an orange filter in this reality.. if that makes sense. I was on the track about to run and I just recall looking around laughing.

When I shifted to this moment its like I felt my consciousness leave my body; Which is the weird part because I've never really experinced this before. It felt like I was being pulled up by something and all I could hear was constant noise. I don't even know what noise I was hearing it was like someone was screaming right in my ear or veryyy loud ringing/static. The noise was SO loud. I was in the middle of sprinting when I shifted back because I thought I was the one making the noise, I thought I was screaming..Thankfully it was not me. But When I came back I was still In that state and I could look around me but my eyes were still closed. It's like I was seeing everything from a different perspective. There was a spider crawling on my wall right next to me when I shifted back so I freaked out and the noise got even louder ! The spider was leaving black spots all over my wall,, I could not figure out what was going on in the moment ( when I was writing this in my journal I figured out it was sleep paralysis ) It felt like I was tripping on a bunch of pain killers when I shifted back. I still couldn't move so I shifted again to the same reality but this time I was in the shower... the noise got even louder. The noise made it feel like a bad trip and I ended up shifting back here to try and stop it. It took my like an hour to get out of sleep paralysis. Unlike the method, this reality was very enyjoyable. It felt like a Nina Brodskyaya song, I lived alone and I was successful. I think I worked at a cigarette company, which is ironic because I hate smoking. But I don't know for sure as I didn't stay long enough to find out.

Lumari is a country I scripted, Forlina being one of its nations.

This reality was late 70's early 80's and one of my favorite drs. I stayed here for about a year. I was in Forlina living in an all girls home. Forlina gives free housing to students so I moved out of my parents house to start collage. About six girls are given a room to share together, don't worry they are pretty big. I loved our room. It had big sliding windows that gave a view of the tropical forest. We each had sunken in beds, some girls who were home sick shared beds for a couple of weeks. It took me a while to get use to the amount of noise in the morning. There was this one girl who would blast music on the radio while getting ready. I only had to worry about this sometimes because I woke up pretty early. Art was one of my classes and the professer would make the class times either 7 am or 9 pm which also took me some time to get use to. idk the guy was kind of weird. I rode my bike everywhere here. I miss being able to ride down a bike trail and see the ocean. I've been thinking about shifting back here for some time. I might post more about this reality in more detail later.

<3

I shifted to a reality parallel to this one tonight for a couple of minutes. 

I went to sleep yesterday as usual but this time I've decided to listen to the shifting subliminals playlist I’ve put together lately because I’ve decided to listen to subliminals for shifting again. 

In a nutshell, I went to sleep and I was dreaming initially and at some point I woke up. I often recall my dreams, especially when I am on vacation. I recall waking up in my bedroom, however, when I woke up I noticed that I wasn’t in the bedroom I fell asleep on in my OR.

Initially I was confused because I was still low key sleepy and because for some reason the chandelier on the bedside table next to me wasn’t turning on, so I used the flash of my phone, and when I opened it and looked around I was confused, this because a couple of stuff in my bedroom were different. 

→ First and foremost the chandelier next to my bed wasn’t working and I also had another chandelier on the end of the bed, in the place in which I have my laundry basket with the clothes I want to wash in this reality, instead there was another bedside table with another chandelier.

→ The other thing that was different was my bookshelf, I have a bookshelf in my bedroom and the one that was in the reality I shifted to was quite different, for starters the bookshelf on my OR is white and the one on that reality was dark shade of brown and had books I don't own in this reality.

→ When this happened I was confuse and though “perhaps I’m dreaming” so instead I decided to test it out (from time to time I notice that I am dreaming when i’m dreaming and decide to test it in order to figure out if it truly is a dream or I actually shifted, in most cases I am dreaming, however this day that was not the case), so I seated on the bed and looked at my hands and I could see and feel them vividly, I looked at the sheets of the bed and touched them, I could feel them as I feel the sheets of my bed when I am awake in this reality.

→ After it got up and walked towards the window in my bedroom and opened the blinds, I looked outside and it still the middle of the night and could see the streets, it was just like the one in this reality except that the colors of the buildings were different than the one’s in this reality, as I looked outside became sure that I had shifted to another reality parallel to my OR. 

Even with the shock of “oh f*ck I shifted to another reality!” I was still sleepy from having just woken up and I am a little bit paranoid so I didn’t want to spend much time on a reality that I didn’t know well even though it was parallel to the reality we’re in, even though I enjoy exploring the unknown I prefer doing it with caution and knowing exactly where I am.

So I went back into bed with the intention of waking up in my OR because it seemed like the safest option, and I kid you not that in a matter of seconds I was back in this reality. It also reinforced the idea that I shifted and it wasn’t a dream, because I didn’t felt like I had wake up from a dream, it didn’t felt like waking up at all, if something it felt like turning around on the bed and ending up facing the other side of the room (i hope that this made sense, it was the best way I could find to explain it). 

And the funniest thing was that I sat on the bed again in this reality and looked around the room, it was like I always recalled it to be like in this reality. The blinds of the window were still closed, so I got up and headed there and it was no longer the middle of the night, it was almost 10am and the sun was shining in the sky, however I know for a matter of fact that it hasn’t passed even five minutes since I had opened the window on the other reality, the sky was fully dark in the reality I accidentally shifted to, it was the middle of the night there and in this reality we are in it was morning time already. 

Today turned out to be an interesting morning.

However, this experience was very useful to me, I haven't accidentally shifted to another reality in the middle of the night for years, the only time it happened before this was when I first got to know about shifting and years have passed ever since. I also realized that my fear of not being safe or things not going according to what I planned keeps on being one of the main obstacles on my shifting journey and something I will be working on to fix in the future. 

However, the experience motivated me and reminded me that it is real, shifting is possible, and soon I will be in my dr with the ones I love and with everything I want and desire and so will you.

This being said. GO SHIFT. GO HOME. 

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

✦ my introduction to shiftblr

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

✦ some of my experiences with shifting + updates about my shifting journey

✦ the time I shifted to a reality parallel to this one

✦ thoughs about waiting rooms

✦ every time you tried to shift, you successfully shifted

✦ I shifted to a reality where my family car was different

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✦ How I manifested my cat, my glow up, being accepted in my desired university, my best friend and friend group, a gym being built next to where I live