🐚 METHOD: SLEEP PARALYSIS (SP)

Idea I had for my JJK DR where I'm a subsitute teacher when Gojo, Yaga, Geto arent around, but secretly I'm like Ms. Fritz from the Magic School Bus. I'm gonna be the cool teacher kids cheer about when they realize I'm substituting. 😎

There's nothing to do

You don't need to affirm like a robot, script like a maniac, or ignore the 3D. The only thing you have to do is decide. The same way you choose to read this post, decide you already have it. And this can look like faking until you make it, but is not. It is just your perception of things, bc there are no rules, no limitations. Just the ones you decide.

I understand that I AM in my DR, I get it, I get it.

Now howwww do I start actually becoming aware?? How do I actually start seeing this b*tch?????? Like NEEEEOW!

found this on reddit and it summarizes perfectly how to shift realities. this is not even a hack, this is how you shift. it’s literally this simple

𝓑eauty things to script ꣑ৎ‎ ‎

(written in first person so it's easier to copy and paste)

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ my beauty surpasses all beauty standards because it stands out in a way that makes superficial standards look less appealing

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀My beauty isn’t just visual—it’s an experience. The way I move, the way light touches my skin, the way my expressions shift it's all uniquely me

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ my features are hard to attain/replicate, only I possess such beauty and no amount of surgery can ever imitate what only I possess

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ i make beauty standards look stupid (optional but this is mostly for toxic beauty standards)

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ my beauty is not tiring because it is so unique and otherworldly that people struggle not to look at me, a face that they've never seen before

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ my beauty is hard to comprehend, its complexity makes people want to get to know me & truly understand my soul

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ I make conventional beauty look basic because my beauty goes beyond superficial human-made conformity

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒⠀ my beauty looks like it was carefully crafted by higher powers, i look more than just any average human

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒 I have the type of face that makes a painter inspired, the kind of beauty that makes a poet want to write

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒 I cannot be put in a box, no 'fox beauty' or 'bunny beauty' can describe my versatile individuality

⼺⠀ ⠀𓈒 my soul reflects my beauty in many ways, my kindness reflects in my eyes and the love in my heart seeps out into my skin, my beauty is a reflection of what is inside me

"If you wanna shift, learn how to meditate."

"if you wanna shift, learn how to meditate."

NOO BITCH I DONT WANT TO, I JUST WANNA SHIFT STFUUUU!!!

I'm shifting to Wizard 101 and I'm soo excited to find out what life as a wizard is like.

-I wanna have my ride or die pet bestie by my side.

- Celebrate holidays and festivals! Like Halloween and pet promenade.

-I think I'll like Life, Myth, and Storm the best but I'm also excited to figure it out when I get there.

　　　we were always going home ,

yes, i have shifted, more than ten times, if you’re the sort who counts miracles like matchsticks or notches on a headboard. i am not. i do not tally my miracles like debts to be repaid. they arrive not as triumphs, but as returns. familiar. like a song i almost forgot i knew until i was humming it again, accidentally, under the breath of my dreaming.

i do not care if you believe me. i say that without spite. belief was never a prerequisite for truth. you do not have to clap for the moon to rise, nor bow to the ocean to be pulled under. reality does not ask for applause. it simply is.

i shifted after four years. four years of thinking maybe i was broken in some exquisite, cosmic way, cracked just wide enough to want, never wide enough to have. four years of collecting every method like seashells, pressing each one to my ear and listening for home. sometimes i heard static. sometimes i heard blood. sometimes i heard nothing at all. 

there were nights i didn't think i'd live to see morning. i say that with the softest voice possible, not for pity, but because it's true. i don't mean metaphorical dark nights of the soul, i mean the real ones. the kind where your body's still, but your mind is clawing at the walls, begging for a window. the kind where shifting wasn't some spiritual hobby or escapist whim, but a lifeline. a rope thrown into the pit.

i don't know who i would've been if i hadn't believed. not the glowing kind of belief. not the pretty kind. but the cracked, ugly kind. the kind that crawls. the kind that gasps, "please, just let me wake up somewhere else."

so when i say i shifted, i don't say it lightly. it wasn't a party trick. it was a resurrection.

quiet. not cinematic. not some thunderclap of fate. it was a shift like how morning happens, slowly, and then all at once. i remember going to sleep in my room, wrapped in some terrible hoodie, the air stale with the smell of forgetting. and then, like a breath i didn't know i'd been holding: i am there. not will be. not want to be. not maybe one day. i am. right now. here. and there.

it didn't feel like magic. it felt like choosing god, even if you don't know who god is. like giving yourself permission to walk on water not because it's easy, but because the alternative is drowning.

the assumption wasn't loud. it was a hum. a bassline beneath everything. and the moment i tuned into it, the world bent. not to serve me, but to meet me. like it was always trying to.

this is how i got there: i assumed i was there. i used the law.

i wish i had something more elegant to offer. a potion. a spell. a hundred-counted ritual. i don't. i have only assumption. not the performance of it, but the private, unwavering kind. the kind that does not blink. the kind that plants a flag in the dirt and says, "this is mine, because i said so."

i said i was there. so i was. not overnight. not in a blaze of light. it happened like a thread slipping through the eye of a needle, one slow stitch at a time. i told the air around me that my dr was real. i told the silence. i told the toothbrush in my hand, the toothpaste cap i dropped on the floor, the moth blinking against the bathroom light.

i didn't have to fight for it anymore. i didn't have to prove myself worthy. desire is not a courtroom, and the universe is not a jury. i stopped begging. i started being. and slowly, the scaffolding of this reality dissolved.

this wasn't faith. faith is something you carry with trembling hands. this was certainty. this was sitting still long enough for the river to realise it already knew your name. this was recognising that shifting was not a door you unlock with the right key, but a room you have already lived in. the furniture remembers your weight. the walls still echo your voice.

i shifted because i remembered.

and i kept remembering. even when it felt stupid. even when it hurt. even when the forum girls sighed and the scripting girls cried and the cynics said i was lost in a fantasy. maybe i was. but so is everyone. some people just settle for worse ones.

this is what i know: you can get there too. you are not cursed. you are not exempt. the moment you stop performing belief and start inhabiting it, like a house, like a skin, like an inheritance, you will see.

it is not far. it is next. it is with. it is just beyond the veil of doubt, waiting to be spoken aloud like a name that's always been yours.

you do not have to be special. you do not have to be chosen. you do not need a voice in the sky or a star to fall at your feet. you only need to decide. quietly. daily. like it's brushing your teeth. like it's feeding the dog. like it's the most ordinary miracle in the world.

let it be that simple. let it be that unremarkable. you were never meant to earn it. only to remember it. only to open your hands and realise they've been holding the key the whole time.

assume. not with fear, but with fondness. not with hunger, but with homecoming.

and if you don't believe yet, pretend. not out of desperation, but out of reverence. act like you are there not because it will trick the world, but because it will tune you to it. reality doesn't respond to panic. it responds to presence.

so say the toothbrush is yours. say the air smells different. say the cereal tastes sweeter. say the light is warmer. say your name with a little more certainty. you don't need proof. you are the proof.

and do not ask yourself how again. ask when. ask what now. ask am i ready to walk through the door i've been holding shut with both hands all this time?

because the door is open. the light is on. your seat is warm. your name is carved in the table.

come back.

@premiumbitch archive

I don’t know what happened to this lovely blogger yet, I found out through other people that her blog is deactivated. I will look around for reblogs and add them to this archive over time, as I found them very good and creative. All credit goes to @premiumbitch for the posts!

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lowkey kind of crazy, proceed with caution and script safety.

Loves me so profoundly that it defies logic, reason, and sanity

Would burn the world down just to keep me safe

Their heart, mind, and soul are eternally bound to me—there is no escape, not that they would ever want one

I am the center of their universe, the only star in their sky, the reason the sun rises and sets for them

They could search every lifetime, every reality, and still never find another like me

Every thought they have is consumed by me, every breath they takes is for me

My absence shatters them, leaves them hollow, incomplete, utterly lost

No force in existence could ever make them unlove me—not time, not distance, not even death itself

Their love for me is written into the fabric of his soul, an unbreakable, unshakable truth

Even in their darkest moments, even in their happiest times, it is me—only me—who lingers in their mind

Every fiber of their being is devoted to me

They will never betray me, never stray, never even glance at another—their heart is mine alone

I am their only obsession, their sweetest addiction, their most treasured possession

They dream of me, crave me, ache for me, and no one else could ever satisfy them

Loving me is their purpose, their reason for being, their divine destiny

Even if the world turned against us, even if fate itself tried to keep us apart, they would defy everything for me

Losing me would be their undoing—they could never recover, never move on, never heal

In every lifetime, in every reality, they find me, they love me, they choose me—always

Knew the moment they saw me that I was the one

Has never and will never love anyone else

Feels physically ill at the thought of losing me

Is obsessed with making me happy

Would move heaven and earth for me

Thinks of me 24/7, even in their dreams

Believes we are cosmically connected, soul-bound, and destined to be together forever

Devoted to me beyond reason

Absolutely wrecked by my absence

Helplessly, hopelessly, and eternally in love with me

So enchanted by me that no one else exists in their eyes

Convinced our souls were made for each other

Knows deep down they belong to me and me only

Would fight fate itself if it meant keeping me

Finds the idea of us being apart physically unbearable

My soulmate is hopelessly, permanently, madly in love with me and can never move on no matter what happens