I SHIFTED I SHIFTED AGAIN, AND AGAIN IT WAS TWICE JUST TODAY, I'M GOING EVERY DAY. WHAT THE FUCK THIS

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.

. . . realization within shifting

entered shiftblr recently, and it helped me to build a "no matter what im going to do, I'll eventually shift" mindset. like. literally, it's my destiny to shift. no matter what. i already know how to do it. it took me 4 years to realize it. i am so much more than my physical body, i am pure consciousness. and im NOT saying this just to trick my brain into believing it, i just KNOW.

for so long, i've been trying to affirm things without trusting them, and it gave me a reaaally hard time to fight my intrusive thoughts and personal beliefs. i was just saying things out loud, giving no meaning to them. saying affirmations without feeling them. but now, it's like a door opened. or, i can say that my MIND opened. there's so much to discover, and i feel SO lucky to be part of all of this. lucky to acknowledge something that many people struggle to believe.

i am so happy that i can finally believe my own words. i can finally trust the process. i can finally trust myself.

i feel closer than ever, thanks to this community.

happy shifting y'all <3

“if you’re a so called terf and a shifter this is the blog for you!” get out.

like??? and one of the requirements was no homophobia????????? lgbTq+ dumbass

how i looking at my dr self rn:

(id shift for me ngl)

Romance revived when people started shifting for love.

manifestation and shifting literally is so easy if you understand how it works.

you just to have to embody who you want to be.

that’s literally it.

stop over complicating it and looking for methods with hundreds of difficult steps.

you can manifest/shift at any time by simply KNOWING and, why not, also having FUN while doing it.

stop making yourself miserable and start having fun, your life is yours only.

no more excuses, start now.

(made this quick sketch yesterday, who else loves miss peregrine hfpc??)

"Oh no but it takes 21 days to break a habit, it'll take forever to get out of a bad habit it's gonna take me forever to stop wavering!" then just assume it doesn't take 21 days, it is that easy promise

i genuinely never understood why people think or believe that changing your race in other realities is bad. like..? there are people that shift to be different species, but god forbid someone want a different skin tone, or a different culture. shifting to change your race is completely fine, and there’s nothing wrong with it in my opinion.

we’re literally immortal, infinite beings that can change the things around them with only our imagination. we don’t have a set race, or a set gender, or a set species. we are ever changing, and we have the power and knowledge to do what we want and to look how we want. i pity people who don’t understand that.

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