"To Peculiar children everywhere. You are not alone"Hi! I'm Echo! An advid member of the MPHFPC fandom and a reality shifter ♾️I am 16 years of age Antishifters please do not interract My interests: singing/guitar/music/mphfpc/shifting/drawing/paranormalactivities/and of course musicals
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Things I'm gonna do in my WR!
first thing I'm doing is making waffles with fresh raspberries and homemade whipped cream
Go swinging for hours over my lake
read by my campfire with my cat asleep in my lap and my dog at my side
take long walks through the forest and foraging for mushrooms and herbs
paint landscapes and portraits of pretty people I see in the village
take LONG naps in my comfy bed
(TW) eat without having to throw up
swim in the lake!! (it's so clean and there aren't any dangerous bacteria, thank the birds)
SING. SING ALL DAY. SING ALL NIGHT.
wear pretty floral sun dresses with sun hats made by me
play my instruments!!
cuddle with my pets for HOURS
READ!!!
enjoy the absolute beautiful weather
live. just live.
teehee bye-bye ;}
Shifting to my Waiting Room✲⭒✦
Heyo, it's me again :D
I don't want to go to school tomorrow, I legit just want to relax and paint soooo I'm shifting to my waiting room for a couple days to mentally relax.
I would normally want to shift to my main DR's, but my mental state has been SHIT as of recently, a lot of stuff going on and I need to desensitize myself and relax
My main DR's are comfort DR's yes, but right now I know for a fact I won't enjoy my time there when I'm like this, and since I'm alone in my own solitude in my WR, I'm going there tonight
So since I'm going there, I thought I would introduce my waiting room!!
So to give some context, I live in an expansive forest that goes on for miles, I live in a cozy cottage with my dog Ridge and cat Dexter. There is a village a few miles away, not a lot of people know I even exist but I do go there from time to time to pick up food, blankets, or more paints/yarn for my projects
Time stuffs:
Time Ratio in: waiting room : cr
WR 1 week : CR 1 minute
I have clocks for every DR that I shift to with the current date and time on it, as well as my CR, each labeled with the place they are
This is what my WR looks like from photos from Pinterest (I don't own any of these photos!!!)
The exterior/land:
Onto interior stuffs!
Here are my pets!
Ridge! ^
Dexter!^
My belongings!
(a book with the answers to all of my questions ^)
(a book that keeps track of whats happening in my CR to keep me updated while I'm away)
my laptop, which never loses battery!!
my phone, which I can log into from different realities using the Lifa app
A fridge full of my favorite food (it constantly refills with my cravings, healthy options, and everything is safe to eat)
My Nintendo!!
All the books I want to read!!
A photo album for every one of my DR's so I can remember memories and be happy
**lastly insert a LARGE amount of plushies, pillows, blankets, and anything of comfort**
So yeah !! That's my waiting room :D
I'll be shifting there tonight, honestly might just stay there for a week or two to chill out and lay on my hammock and eat raspberries and read dark romance novels from different realities teehee
If you want updates let me know!
Happy shifting everyone <333
I MADE A MPHFPC WORD SEARCH ‼️‼️‼️
go crazy guys 😍🫶🤭
SAMESAMESAMESAME
THIS WAS(STILL IS) ME !!!
When I was a kiddo, I would daydream a lot, up until the point it would make me sob because I missed these places, places I've never been to, in fantasy worlds. I thought I was insane because these places don't exist.
BUT THEY DO!!!
Now it makes so much more sense; little me was onto something
I would literally go to sleep repeating that I would wake up in these fantasy worlds that I fully created, and then have fully lucid dreams and physical sensations
It makes so much sense now
story time:
when I was a kid I used to do this weird thing where every time I would cry I would repeat over and over “I want to go home” and it confused me for years until one day I was talking to my friend about it and she said well that’s because your home doesn’t feel like home and I was like ohhh duh but yeah I think about it all the time now that I’m a shifter
ohhh october be kind. on god be kind
Buried Voices, Unbroken Hope: Life in Gaza's Shadow
Help Me Rebuild Dreams Lost Amid Gaza's Turmoil
From Dream Job to Daily Survival
For years, I was a graphic designer at Awtar Tech, a local company where I found both pride and stability in what I considered my dream job. But the ongoing conflict in Gaza has completely upended my life. My home has been bombed three times, leaving me homeless and vulnerable. The devastation is immense no food, no electricity, and nowhere that feels safe. Every day is a battle for survival, with even the most basic needs slipping out of reach.
Trapped by War, Striving for Education
The war has destroyed not just my surroundings but also the dreams I fought hard to build. My university, workspace, and aspirations were all consumed by the conflict, leaving me in desperate need of a fresh start. I graduated high school with a 91% GPA, but pursuing a fully-funded scholarship felt impossible. Every application required SAT and IELTS scores tests I couldn’t take due to the lack of centers in Gaza. Despite my relentless efforts to find alternatives, my applications remained incomplete without these scores.
A Future Out of Reach
Pursuing a university degree is essential to achieving my goals and rebuilding my life, but the costs are steep. Tuition ranges from $38,000 to $96,000, depending on the program. With these funds, I could fully focus on my studies and future career, offering a chance to restore what has been lost.
My only hope now is to escape this ongoing nightmare and find a safe place to start over. However, the financial burden is immense. The coordination fee for crossing borders alone is $7,000 per adult, and when combined with tuition and living expenses, it’s a weight I can’t bear on my own.
How Your Support Can Rebuild My Future
Find Safety and Stability: Escape Gaza and reach a safe haven where I can start rebuilding my life.
Pursue My Education: Enroll in a university to continue my studies and follow my passion for graphic design.
Rebuild My Career: Find meaningful work where I can apply my skills and contribute to my new community.
Thank you for taking the time to hear my story. Please share it with anyone who may be able to offer support. Your kindness and generosity are beyond what words can convey, and I am truly grateful.
The only thing I have left is my children
After losing everything and the people dearest to me, I didn't know what to do but think about saving my children's lives and getting them out of the war zone. Providing them with the simplest necessities of life. Please donate or share the link.
Magdy is a very diligent student. His life was regular and routine. Since the morning he was preparing to go to school with all his love and passion for studying and meeting his friends. He would come back from school, change his clothes, eat lunch, and rest a little. Then he starts writing his homework and reading his lessons, then he plays a little with his brothers, then he sits with his father in the evening. But his father has now been away from him since before the war, and he misses him very much. Majid has a cat that he loves very much and is very attached to. But the war turned his life upside down
Walid, 8 years old. He loves football very much and loves Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi. A year of his life has passed, and another year may pass due to the war. Walid hopes to return to his life, see his friends, and return to playing football and watching football matches. Please support Walid to return to his normal life.
Abdul Rahim is 7 years old. He loves drawing, coloring, and all kinds of arts. He always finds room in paintings to show his talent, and he also loves mathematical problems. He is a diligent and diligent student in school and a top student, but he has been out of school for a long time and no longer has any colors or sketchbook. He sees children dying around him every day, and he's so afraid he'll be next.
My daughter Amal, this little girl who turned one year old two months ago, this little girl who did not see her father because he traveled when she was forty days old, the little girl who did not live her childhood like other children in the world. In the world, Amal is always exposed to diseases due to immune deficiency and because of food and water contamination. Amal misses her father every day and grows up without seeing her father, all because of this war.
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Peace be upon you. I hope my message reaches you and you are in good condition. I ask you to donate, spread the donation campaign, and support the page. You have all our love, Diaa and Shymaa 🙏💔
Majed’s suffering today in obtaining water in light of my absence from them💔💔💔
Abdul Rahman before the war and after the war. How did the war change Abdul Rahman’s features?
Walid, after he was one of the outstanding students, now has no school, which he loves, after it was destroyed
Hope and suffering with illness for the fourth time, hospitalization due to contamination of water and food, and the story of being away from them. I have not met with my children for more than ten months because of the war.
Donation campaign linkhttps://www.gofundme.com/f/help-shymaas-family-reunite-in-egypt?utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet&utm_medium=copy_link_all&utm_source=customer
Please donate to anyone who is able to post and adopt. Thank you all
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🚨 Vetted Fundraiser 🚨
My name is Amira, I am 23 years old, and this is my story, filled with challenges and pain💔.
Four years ago, I lost my father and became responsible for my family. I took on the responsibility of caring for my sick mother and siblings, working hard as a university assistant and a programmer in a company. I was building my future step by step, enduring all the hardships 💙.
But the war turned my life upside down. I lost my home, my job, my university, and everything I worked for. We were displaced seven times in search of safety, and each time we hoped to find a better place. We are currently in Al-Zawayda, living in a school for displaced people, and we face harsh conditions every day😥.
This is a glimpse of our daily suffering, as we lack the most basic necessities of life. Every day, we face challenges that turn survival into a constant struggle in unforgiving conditions😓.
The accumulated waste around our area poses a serious health hazard, polluting the air and spreading diseases that have affected us all. Both our children and the elderly suffer from illnesses due to this ongoing pollution, in a situation that threatens our lives and health every day💔.
My heart longs for family gatherings, and I feel nostalgic for the moments we used to spend together. Now, we are separated between the north and the south, and we haven't seen each other for ten months😥.
I miss every corner of my room, which was my safe haven. Those corners hold my memories and reflect my peace, and I yearn to return to them🧡.
I also miss my working life, which, despite being exhausting, gave my life meaning and purpose. I miss the days of work and the effort I used to put in 💚.
And I long for the feeling of success and pride that filled me after achieving my goals in my studies and work. These memories of my accomplishments remind me of the joy of success💜.
I live every day amidst challenges, trying to stay strong despite all the difficulties. I try to be the support for my family, providing them with basic needs despite the scarcity of resources. And despite everything, I still believe that tomorrow will be better🤲🏽.
I need your help. You can support us by donating and sharing the campaign link. Your support could save an entire family from death and give us hope in these difficult times. Thank you for your support and care🙏💜.
Vetted by several bloggers 💙 👉
@nabulsi link here
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@sar-soor link here
@90-ghost link here
@commissions4aid-international link here
My Other Account 👉 @ameera-anq
Hello my supporting friends ! 🇵🇸🍉❤
I am motaz Mohammed , 22 yrs , a Palestinian youngman, from Gaza, seeking to save my 20 _ member family from the hell of the war by moving to a safe place till the gruesome war ends.
Our suffering and hardship started on 14th October, 2023 when my family was forcibly displaced from the north to the south under a life-threatening situation. As a result, our houses were completely destroyed and demolished, and our business accordingly went with the wind. Nothing has been left to be a source of livelihood. No shelters to house us nor a livelihood source to live on.
We have been living miserably in tents since the early days of the war. Life had become very hard and tough. No means of life still exists. Getting the least level of life is now hard and impossible. All our hope is to secure the daily basic necessities but this seems more often impossible that is why we are suffering the hardship of life. You can't imagine how hard it is to get food, drink water, medicine and other facilities. Life has become dire and sad in addition to the hot weather inside the hot tents that adds to our pain and unbelievable sufferings. Words can't show the miserable situations and circumstances we are experiencing nowadays due to the unfair war.
A part of our daily sufferings to get the least of what we need. Imagine how you feel when you wait for at least four hours in queue .Things are the worst one has ever
experienced. That is why I am asking for you generous contribution to help me secure the least of what we daily need and to find safety and peace for the twenty-member family who are now tasting all forms of torture and sorrow.
Every day we wake up to find things move from bad to worse. No sign is there for the war to end and this add to our unhappiness and miserable life. Despair and hopelessness have become new forms of our life as we are now homeless , displaced and jobless.
Please don't spare this moment of helping a family in bad need. You add happiness and hope to people who lost every single thing in their life. You can help us by donating whatever you can or by sharing my link to other generous donors.
Thank you so much for supporting us in these dire times.❤
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Hello dears! 🇵🇸🍉🙏I am asking you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. I am in dire need of your support now to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. The family consists of 12 members, most of them are young children. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family until the Rafah crossing is😭 reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family stay alive through your small donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by those in need.🍉🙏⬇️🍓
Hello dear .. Please do not ignore our suffering
My name is Salman Helles from the afflicted and massively destroyed Gaza Strip..
My family consists of many children, women and elderly people and we are suffering from horrific tragic conditions .. Our house was bombed in the northern Gaza Strip and we were displaced to the southern Gaza Strip to Deir al-Balah and the family was scattered in tents and shelters in Deir al-Balah .. The conditions are extremely tragic where children suffer from the spread of diseases among them and the elderly and women in my family suffer from miserable conditions ..
There is no water, food or electricity in the Gaza Strip and the treatment is getting worse day after day ..
For more than 330 days we have been oppressed and wronged in the Gaza Strip and we are exposed to violent barbaric bombing ..
We would never ask for help and donations but the miserable conditions in the Gaza Strip forced us to do so ..
I appeal to the owners of human consciences and free people in this world to provide us with help ..
Your help, no matter how small, means a lot to us because it contributes to saving us and alleviating our suffering ..
Please donate to us or share my campaign On your blog and for your friends
I assure you that my campaign is completely legitimate
Urgent Humanitarian Appeal: A Displaced Family in Gaza📢🚨
My name is Ahmed Muneer Al-Anqar, I am 33 years old, and I am a father of four children: Qusai (12 years), Jouri (7 years), Mohammed (4 years), and Adam (9 months). In the recent war that ravaged the Gaza Strip, we lost everything. Our home, which was once our safe haven, was completely destroyed in the bombing, leaving us with nothing but rubble.💔💔💝
My wife Heba, who is 27 years old, and I are doing everything we can to protect our children from the chaos that has overtaken our lives. After being forced to flee to the southern part of Gaza, we are living in a dire situation. We’ve lost all hope of returning to a normal life, as we are now without proper shelter and struggling with the most basic necessities of life.
In addition to losing our home, we are suffering from a severe shortage of food and clean drinking water. Our children sometimes go to bed without enough to eat, and we face the constant threat of hunger and thirst. Moreover, we are unable to access the medical care we desperately need. Both my wife and I require physical and mental health treatment, and our children are in urgent need of medical care, but in our current situation, getting treatment feels impossible.😭🚨💔
My house before it was destroyed
My house after it was completely destroyed
On top of all that, I was one of the survivors of the Baptist Hospital massacre, where we were seeking refuge. We were hit by devastating airstrikes, and I saw death with my own eyes. I survived by a miracle, but I now suffer from severe psychological trauma. It has become difficult for me to continue my life normally, and I am struggling to cope with this emotional burden while trying to stay strong for my family.
Our children are suffering too. Qusai, Jouri, and Mohammed don’t understand why their lives are filled with fear and destruction. Little Adam has never even known what safety feels like. We do our best to meet their needs, but life has become overwhelming.
This is why we are reaching out to you today. We are in desperate need of your help. Every donation, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in our lives. Help us rebuild our lives, provide food, water, and medical care for our children. We are relying on your generosity and support during this difficult time.
Thank you for any contribution, and for keeping us in your prayers.🙏❤️🙏
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My name is Banan. I will tell you my story with a heart full of worry and sadness, but full of hope. My story is the story of my family, consisting of 6 boys and 3 girls, but two of them got married. My family and I lived in complete comfort. We have a simple house that accommodates us, we have the most beautiful clothes, and we eat the best foods. However, my father and mother suffer from chronic diseases. I finished high school with a score of 90%, thank God Almighty. I started university and I was happy and joyful to start university in the field that I love. I paid my fees that I collected with difficulty. I only studied for two weeks. Then came the day that prevented me from completing my joy, broke me, disappointed me, and completely extinguished my life and my family’s. October 7. A new story began, and unfortunately I did not complete my studies.The journey of displacement from one place to another began. The bombing was above us and we spent it crying and fearing a lot for our children. We did not find safety in any of them. The second day of the war, we received the shocking and painful news for our hearts and my father’s heart more because he built it with his hardship and fatigue. It was the bombing of our house in which we lived for twenty years and we have many memories that we will not forget. On 10/13/2023, we were forced to move to the Deir al-Balah area in the middle of the Gaza Strip. This area will remain in our memory because we found hardship, fatigue and intense sadness there. We live in a tent in the intense heat that is filled with small insects and disgusting mice that no one can bear to live in a place like this.We suffer from the lack of water and the high prices that are beyond imagination, and other than that, the children of my family who lived their childhood in tents, war, and toilets and lined up in long lines to get bread. This is their childhood, and they are supposed to be in school, entertained and happy, and have all their needs that are lacking now. I hope that you will help me and my family in these difficult circumstances and complete my studies at the university.
Please help save my family from genocide 💔
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-banana-and-her-family-to-reach-safety?utm_source=copy_link&utm_medium=customer&utm_campaign=man_sharesheet_ft&attribution_id=sl:46ecf2e7-cc81-436a-ba6b-7ba823fad8fc
Hello 👋
Vetted by @90-ghost
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Hello, I am Heba Al-Anqar, 21 years old, a university student. My university was suspended due to the war. I am writing about my family: my father Bakr (54 years old), my mother Alaa (46 years old), and my sisters Aya (18 years old), Amal (15 years old), Muhammad (13 years old), and Maryam (8 years old). We have faced many challenges in this war, from the destruction of our home to the famine we continue to suffer in northern Gaza.
My father suffers from heart problems. He had open-heart surgery when he was 36 years old. He also suffers from cartilage problems. He had his pelvic joint replaced about two years ago, in addition to other health problems. He cannot work due to his health condition.
My mother also suffers from asthma and shortness of breath, in addition to the difficulty of obtaining treatment due to the conditions and the war.
This is our house, which was destroyed by war
We have become homeless in places of refuge, in addition to the difficulty of obtaining medicine, food, and daily expenses
I created this account to request your help in this difficult ordeal by donating to meet the necessary needs, as we were relying on social assistance before the war.
My goal is to help my family live in safety and provide the necessary necessities for living, as there is a high cost of living and difficulty in obtaining necessities. We ask for your help in leaving the Gaza Strip to save my family’s life. The cost of travel is $5,000 per adult and $2,500 per child, in addition to travel and accommodation expenses of $500 per month.
Together, we can support Heba and her family through this ordeal. Your donation, no matter how big, can make a difference in my family's life to get life and start a new life
If you are looking to support Heba and her family, please consider providing assistance directly or through relevant charitable organizations.
Ask me these and I'll answer as my DRself!
favorite color
favorite food
favorite animal
age
where I want to live
favorite signs of affection
favorite forms of transportation
do I know any languages besides English?
favorite person!
book genre?
favorite time-period I've lived through
opinions on punishment loops
family relations?
pets!
favorite past times in 1940's
I'm only putting 15 questions for right now but if you like these let me know!! Feel free to ask or repost if you want to use these questions too :D
Random MPHFPC Quotes because I said so
"Give me back the spatula before I burn you" -Emma
"Be right back, gotta go feed my worms" -Enoch
"EVERYONE SHUT UP! Fiona is speaking" -Hugh
"If you don't move, I'm going to cut holes in all of your socks" Enoch to Horace
"Miss P! Enoch is trying to take Claire's windup dolls to remake the Russian Revolution!" -Olive
"You ate WHAT?!"- Eleanor (teehee me)
"Enoch, can you be quiet?" "I wasn't saying anything-" "I know, you're breathing is too loud" Millard to Enoch (he was literally hovering over Mill as he was studying a map)
"I'm DYING! Bronwyn, make sure they have roses at my funeral" -Horace, he stubbed his toe on a tree root.
"Jacob, why are you tackling an alligator?!" -Noor
anyways hope you thought these were funny, cause they certainly were odd
teehee bye bye~!
Angst early in the morning? Sign me up!
TW: talk of death, coping skills, grief, difficulty
The immediate life after Victor died:
We were all in shock, especially Wyn, and that resulted in us being completely nonverbal for about a month and a half. All that was heard in our home were wails and sniffling, and I would often wake up to Wyn, Olive, and Claire curled up to me on my bed with my cats.
It was awful.
Everyone wore mourning clothes for 3-4 years after, but Miss P still wears them in respect, and also the fact I know she hasn't gotten over it. I don't think any of us have
I remember Fiona and Hugh taking care of his side of the garden and bringing him fresh flowers to his room each day
Enoch had passed out multiple times a week of exhaustion from overusing his peculiarity, everyone, especially Bronwyn, begged him to revive Vic for even just a moment.
Horace sewed Victor a 7-day wardrobe completely by himself, and Miss P would change his clothes each day (while she sobbed, seeing her like that broke me, I would hold her tightly to help)
Olive and Claire wouldn't leave each other's side, every moment they spent together because of the fear they had of losing more family
Millard made an entire biography on Victor's life and keeps it by Vic's bedside table
Emma was very aggressive, she would burn down trees and scream a lot (outside of the house), part of her was having a difficult time knowing the truth of their lives and the loss of our dear friend
Miss P wouldn't allow me to run errands for her outside the loop for a while after that, she was completely terrified of losing anyone else
She became so overprotective that she would scan the house all hours of the day & night, as an ymbryne it is common to only have 2 hours of sleep, but even she was pushing it to 30 minutes.
I would consistently try to use my feathers to save him, I was so distraught that I would end up turning back to dust once a week from using all of my feathers. By the 10th time I had "dusted" (I use this term for when I turn into ash as a pheonix and then revive after another 24 hours) Miss P begged me to stop because it was starting to hurt me even more
What brought me to creating this post was the dream I had last night; it was during the 3-4 years we had spent mourning, in the dream I awoke next to Victor lying in his bed, I was bent over myself, clutching feathers, when Bronwyn and Enoch came in to carry me off to my bed, and then I woke up from the dream crying.
AAAA IM ALIVE
So, to begin I want to say I’m sorry for not posting about my DR in a lil bit, the past two weeks I’ve been really struggling with my chronic anxiety and illness, so I have been in a lot of pain and haven’t been motivated to write much :[ but!
I’m doing much much better now and I’ll probably post tomorrow for the poll that we did!! thank you guys for your patience, I love this community and fandoms so much and I wanna be involved but sometimes media gets a bit too much for me
have a great day/evening to everyone and see you tomorrow!!
one of my other favorite hyperfixations 🩷🙏
(I totally don’t have an EAH DR 🤭🤫🫶)
What I find isn’t appreciated enough when it comes to shifting
TW: chronic illness and chronic mental health
So I have chronic anxiety and clinical depression, along with other various physical health difficulties including intestinal issues and extreme periods (most of which almost lead to going to the hospital, it takes two weeks out of every month of my life) I’ve been examined by countless doctors, therapists, psychologists, and no one knew how to fix me, all they said was I would have to live with it and find coping skills to function “normally” in society
so with that in mind, life sometimes gets ridiculously complicated and difficult, and I hate the fact that I have to live with it, but that’s when I realized *I don’t*
I am a manifestor and shifter, how the hell could I forget that? I honestly am so thankful for scripting and for shifting because in so many realities I don’t have to deal with this burden, I can live freely and enjoy life and not have to worry if a meal will send me to the ER
I really feel like people glaze over the fact that we have SO MUCH POWER and so much potential, I think it’s important to show our appreciation to that, I appreciate it so dearly
Whenever I have a pain spike or an anxiety attack, I just repeat I am in control over my reality, I am the master of the 4d, I am safe, over and over and then it goes away. As of recently, it’s been getting better using these robotic affirmations, and I’m so happy I cry thinking about it
4 years worth of constant pain, no matter what I could do, thinking I would live like this forever, and here I am a few weeks/months and I found what works to save myself
I hope whoever reads this finds hope in my experience, especially to those who share my burdens
good night and happy shifting to all 🩷✨🫶
Here is my go to list for shifting songs!!
Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land
Pierre
Runaway
Lost Boys
Underground (Cody Fry)
Wait a minute!
Passing Through
A million dreams
I don’t know you yet
The other side
Little Talks
Welcome to wonderland
I hear a symphony
Fall Faire Suite
The Call (Regina Spektor)
Love Like You
I hope you enjoy these songs!!
reblog with your favorite shifting coded song/lyric!
OMG so first I’d like to say congrats!! I believe that to be a shift, and I actually have a similar story for comparison
I dream very vividly, up to the point where I can feel pain, water, heat, etc (basically anything that you can use your senses to detect) within my dreams, but I don’t go lucid in them often mainly bc lucid dreaming every night gets mentally exhausting for me
one specific night, I had such an experience that it had to be a shift
Before I had fully realized I was asleep and dreaming, I had the most vivid dreams, but the one that caught me off guard completely was the last “dream” I had. In this dream I woke up in an unfamiliar room that felt familiar to me already, and although it felt familiar I knew *I, my CR self* have never been in there. I looked out the windows and I felt the breeze, I could see people walking around going about their day in this little modern town, yet it was also not modern fashion. I looked around the room and I felt baffled, and in the dream I literally said holy shit I shifted, and I felt everything yet part of me felt that I was still asleep. I ran out of this bedroom and into a kitchen with my CR family, and it baffled me, none of my dr's involve any of this other than my better CR script, which takes place in my actual house and not some random house presumably in a different time zone. I went throughout the dream with hints of shifting being spoken about, with my brother, friends, and even myself speaking out loud. I know it's not normal for most persons to feel things in dreams, but l'm used to feeling pain, cold, hot, out of breath, and basic human emotions and physical pain while in REM sleep. But that’s when it happened, I looked at a clock on the wall and it was exactly what a clock should look like, NEVER in ANY of my dreams had I ever seen an actual clock without looking distorted. In parts of the experience I would repeat I’ve shifted and I’m grateful but now I’m gonna go about my day, and I was suddenly woken up by my cat jumping on my chest. Although I didn’t become aware while awake, I knew I was aware in the dream, not only that but I could feel and experience everything as I would when I’m awake, so I call it a minishift, but a shift nonetheless :D
Remember, you don’t even need to set an intention to shift prior, you know what you want, and keeping that belief and trust in yourself is enough!! I’m so proud of you and I send you love and prayers for your future shifting journey! 🩷✨
i think i shifted last night?
(can yall help me with determining if i did or if it was just a dream?)
details abt before becoming aware:
my dog usually wakes me up around 5:30 to use the bathroom, and after i had let him out i went back into bed and was thinking about being in a reality where it would be easier to be with my crush.
*crush context: she lives in the state that i moved away from a few years ago but we still keep in contact!
i wasn’t even thinking in depth about what it would be like, i was just thinking about what it would be like if i still lived there, and how i would probably be dating her.
becoming aware:
i woke up in my old room, in the house we lived in when i lived in -insert state name-. my bedsheets were the same, my room looked so familiar it was crazy.
*side note: my memory is really bad in this reality, so since i didn’t script any differences consciously. most likely leading to my recounting of my experience not being too great.
i remember sitting up in my old bed, and was thinking to myself, “holy shit, this is my old room, with my old bedsheets.” i felt them and they felt like how i remember them feeling. i even looked out my window, and saw the same view that i would see when i lived there in this reality.
another thing i remember thinking immediately that i should text my girlfriend. (aka my crush in this reality.)
i remember thinking about how i must of shifted. then i got up and went out of my room, and made my way to my old bathroom.
then i got worried about my OR, and felt homesick and shifted back.
after thoughts:
i’m 99% sure that it was a shift. the only thing that takes up that 1% is that i wasn’t consciously setting an intention to shift to that reality before shifting.
one thing that makes me lean towards it legitimately was a shift is that it felt so real, and i was able to feel the sheets below me in detail in order to ground myself.
all my previous shifting experiences i wasn’t able to ground myself because of how excited i was seeing my partner in that reality.
i’d love to hear your thoughts and opinions!
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okay so there was a tie! I’m gonna go in order so the tomorrow I’m gonna post a section about the wards themselves, their personality traits and things I’ve learned about them!! it’s a bit too late in the evening for me to write this all out so I will finish it tomorrow, stay tuned!
Thank you 🩷✨🙏
award-winning palestinian children's illustrator baraa awoor writes:
"what use is it to be an illustrator of children's books when the world has sentenced the children of your country to the death penalty, to vanish, to genocide?"
some of baraa's illustrations:
this is an illustration for youssef, whose mother is remembered running desperately into the hospital asking if anyone had seen a "small white boy with beautiful curly hair, his name is youssef," a description which was remembered by millions when she finally identified his body:
this illustration is for young omar, who was hugging his little brother and teaching him how to repeat the shahada after him (a prayer spoken by muslims before their death) as he lay on his hospital bed:
"we want a new year that doesn't kill us or our children, we want it a year without blood, without screaming, without pain, we want a new attempt to get our lives back, or something that resembled our life, even if life is a lie we still cling to it, return life to us—a new year's card unlike any other year:"
STOP OMG ‼️‼️‼️
I have this horrible problem/habit of referring to myself as “we”. Like I talk to myself about things that I do and I say “oh yea we did that *insert something* and I DONT DO IT ON PURPOSE. Like whenever I say “we” I just mean myself, yet part of me knows there are more “me’s” out there, especially my DRself so I conjoin them together into just saying “we” instead of “I” now that you bring this up, I’m honestly gonna start doing that because I talk to myself a ton (I swear I’m not crazy just when I’m alone I like to think out loud to better my plan or work 😭🙏)
thank you so so so much for this you have no idea 😭🙏🩷
you heard of the "refer to your dr self in first person instead of talking like it's somebody else."
now may I present to you: "referring to your cr self in third person" to detach from this reality.
I'm not involved in this bitch's life anymore, I'm leaving.
Felt cute might delete later 🤭💅✨
In all seriousness this is one of the outfits I’d probably wear in my dr’s bc it’s lovely
Also I don’t know if you can hear the sound or not but I was listening to backyard boy :D