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How I shifted with my eyes open, three times...

First time, I was lying on my bed and visualizing, this is what I normally do when I want to shift because I prefer visualizing over affirming. Anyway, in the middle of my calmness my imagination started moving on it's own, I got really annoyed so I opened my eyes and I saw my s/o laying next to me I smiled then realized there's a yellow light, (I don't have a yellow in my room or outside it) so I knew my eyes weren't closed and shifted back (gonna kms)

Second time, I was also lying but I was only visualizing without really thinking of shifting. So, I thought of my s/o standing in front of me and I realized that my surroundings are becoming significantly vivid and realized that he was standing in front of me, I kinda panicked and shifted into his body instead but thank God I automatically came back here

Third time, I was babysitting my cousin and just looked away because she was sleeping and out of nowhere the furniture shifted it's shape and I was suddenly in an abandoned place in the woods and just broken bricks, idk where that was but I remember I was wearing a beige flowy dress, and my hair was wavy, unlike here, straight

That's all, I'm gonna choke myself because school starts tomorrow, in literally less than 9 hours

i think alot of shifters needed to hear this so im posting it here

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP I SHIFTED

let it come to you.

don't force it, let it come to you.

it's already yours, so don't force it and let it come to you.

it's going to happen, it's inevitable. and it's already yours. so don't force it. let it come to you.

the hardest pill to swallow . . if you don’t assume, it won’t work

this isn’t tough love. this isn’t a scolding. this is just the mechanics of reality. this isn’t about blame. it’s not your fault, but it is your responsibility (i saw this quote somewhere and i really liked it, anyway). reality is malleable, but only if you stop acting like you’re at its mercy. stop waiting for permission. stop refreshing the page, stop tapping the glass. it’s done. act accordingly.

consider your brain an old, glitchy computer, whirring in the corner of your psyche, choking on its own outdated code. your subconscious doesn’t know what’s real versus imagined, it only knows the instructions you give it. and if those instructions are “this isn’t happening, i don’t see it, i don’t believe it,” well, congratulations, the system registers that as the blueprint. and it prints that out. over and over. like a bureaucratic nightmare, a kafka novel of your own making.

this is not to say that doubt is failure, doubt is human, doubt is a thrum in the background of any great creation. but if doubt is the occasional rainstorm, belief is the structural integrity of the house. belief holds. belief carries. belief is the scaffolding between you and the impossible, and without it, you are just standing in an empty field, waiting for architecture to spontaneously occur.

there’s a reason schrodinger’s cat remains the most infuriating hypothetical in quantum mechanics, because the cat is both alive and dead until you open the box. the observer collapses the wave function. and in this case, you are the observer. if you don’t believe it, you keep the box shut. if you do believe it, the universe is already rearranging itself around your conviction.

this is not new-age drivel. this is not a vision board with a quote about perseverance peeling off in the humidity. this is physics. have you ever thought about someone, and then they text you five minutes later? that’s the speed at which reality moves when you don’t get in your own way. you didn’t sit there clutching your skull, willing them into existence, you just assumed, with ease, with god-tier nonchalance. and because you weren’t scrutinising the timeline like a detective with a corkboard and red string and bloodied eyes, the message came through. the only thing standing between you and everything you want is the way you react to its absence. the hand-wringing, the despair, the creeping doubt, it’s a full-time job, and it pays in absolutely nothing.

which brings me to my next point: trying. trying is the problem. trying implies effort, and effort implies resistance, and resistance is another way of saying “i don’t actually believe i have this.” and you know what people do when they have things? they stop worrying about whether they have them. a person in possession of an apple does not pace the room, clutching their chest, whimpering, “but do i really have it?” they just eat the apple.

and before you say, “but look at my reality, it’s contradicting me,” i will say this once, and you must etch it into your mind like scripture: reality is old news. what you are seeing is just a delayed projection of past assumptions. do not react to it. do not engage with it. it is a rerun of a show you no longer care about. the moment you stop feeding into the contradictions, they wither. the moment you accept that what you want is already done, reality will course-correct. until then, it is an echo chamber of your previous doubts. ignore it like it’s a tabloid headline about a scandal that never actually happened.

flip the switch. decide, assume, move forward. no more “manifesting,” no more “waiting.” you don’t wait for what’s already yours. you don’t question a chair’s ability to hold you up before sitting down. you don’t send a letter and then agonise over whether the mail system still exists. you assume. you know. and so it is.

and before the panic sets in, no, this does not mean you must be a perfect disciple of unwavering belief. doubt will creep in, as it always does. you will have moments of existential dread, of scrutinising, of muttering “but what if” into your hands at 2 a.m. this is fine. this is human. just don’t let it become the dominant narrative. there will be moments where you feel like you're nowhere, like your manifestations have abandoned you and you're left with nothing but the weight of your own effort. do not, under any circumstances, entertain this lie. i will personally resurrect the fear of god just to drill this into you: do not. what you do instead is cry a little, wipe your face, and then lock the fuck in, because i swear on everything, sometimes, all it takes is a stretch of nothing to summon an abundance of everything. let the doubt pass through like an intrusive thought you refuse to entertain, like a pigeon that landed in your cafe but is not, in fact, your problem.

maybe this reminds you of when the soviets tried to scientifically disprove intuition, only to realise they had unintentionally proved it instead. maybe this reminds you of every ghost story you’ve ever heard, how the only ones who see them are the ones who expect to.

anyways. it’s all already happening. your only job is to get out of the way.

sometimes, shifting happens when you least expect it

reminding y’all again: my first shift was quite literally when i was doubting shifting the most & didn’t believe in myself at all. i got more negative over time. i was desperate but i was slowly letting go and thinking that maybe i was never meant to shift at all. i even saw people saying having these “blockages” would make me unable to shift, it was hard not to believe, there could not have been another explanation, right? i even told myself i could never shift!

boy was i WRONG

that night, i persisted in the little belief i had left. the belief that i knew was still there, because if it wasn’t i would’ve quit shifting a long time ago and never returned, but it draws me back in each time. it needs me.

i imagined myself in a parallel reality, intended to go there, rolled over, and went to sleep.

that very night, i shifted.

still think it’s hard now?

one of the many things gojo satoru loves about being your husband and living together, is that you ask him for help with many mundane things, like if he can reach something for you in the cabinets that are surprisingly high (side note: this one truly is inconvenient for you) or if he can carry the grocery bags that are slightly too heavy.

though one of his favorite things is when you walk up to him with a pretty little smile and a jar that you simply cannot get opened — or so he thinks.

you know exactly what happens when you ask him to do things like this, especially with this simple task.

suddenly his shoulders set wider, chest is slightly puffed out and head is high with a cocky, yet genuine smile. it fuels his ego — makes him feel masculine, sexy, wanted,

like your man — which is all you ever want for your husband who gives you the entire universe.