MAKE PEOPLE DOUBLE TAKE.

things you could be doing and still shift:

being awake. being asleep. being half-asleep. being tired. being overstimulated. being underwhelmed. being mad. being sad. being bored. being blank. being burnt out. being busy. being lazy. being confused. being impatient. being scared. being sick. being numb. being annoyed. being full of doubt. being full of rage. being full of nothing. not scripting. not visualising. not believing. not trying. trying too hard. changing your mind mid-shift. not knowing which dr to pick. not having a method. switching methods mid-process. switching drs mid-process. falling asleep during a method. forgetting what you were doing halfway through. remembering after six hours and shrugging. affirming once. affirming a thousand times. not affirming at all. listening to music. scrolling your phone. crying. laughing. spacing out. spacing in. eating. walking. sitting. lying down. standing around. zoning out in class. working. not working. having an existential crisis. having a regular tuesday. thinking "this isn't working." thinking "whatever." forgetting about shifting entirely. remembering randomly. being at your mental best. being at your mental worst.

being literally any type of way. still shifting.

lowkey fuck casual shifting???

like, no, i don’t want to skim the surface, i want to plunge.

i want history, but not in the "oh, i saw marie antoinette at versailles" way. i want to stand in the french court and know, with visceral certainty, that the air reeks of sweat and powdered wigs and impending doom.

i want love, but not the diet coke variety. i want it unfiltered, unpasteurised, the kind that ruins lives and gets greek tragedies written about it.

i don’t want to dabble in magic like it’s a weekend hobby, i want to be crowned in a kingdom that runs on blood oaths and prophecy. i want to ride a dragon. i want to be a disney princess. i want to be a hollywood star with 5 oscars. i want to be a cartoon character. i want to be spiderman. i want to see hogwarts. i want EVERYTHING.

casual shifting is like ordering a steak well done. it’s like going to rome and eating at mcdonald’s. it’s like watching succession and thinking logan roy just needed therapy. no, i want the whole thing. i want to be scorched by it.

y/n things to script about yourself ₊˚⊹♡

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｡𖦹°‧ new kid effect. people wanna get to know you & are curious about you everywhere you go. you can’t help but lure people in.

｡𖦹°‧ you have one feature that’s unnatural about you. want full on alexandria's genesis ? why not. slight “elf-like” ears ? sure. vampire fangs ? so cute.

｡𖦹°‧ animals approach you. piggybacking off of that, they don’t have diseases & (wild) animals are very clean !

｡𖦹°‧ you always find the coolest things. for me this would be something like thrifting some cool old lamp. but this can obviously apply to anything. a long lost one of a kind designer piece that fits you perfectly, perhaps. a stolen watercolor painting worth millions.

｡𖦹°‧ clothes always look good on you. no tailoring needed. every piece of fabric you drape over your body looks like it was custom made for you & your body type.

｡𖦹°‧ you know the best places. a train ride up to a quiet town that has the best homemade ice cream. an abandoned mall covered in vines with stores still stocked & untouched.

｡𖦹°‧ you’re a local celebrity. or just very well liked. people notice you when you go out. people secretly take pictures of your outfits when your not looking. shops give you things for free. restaurants give you desert on the house just because.

｡𖦹°‧ people associate you with things. your favorite singer or animal or smell. little things that make people think of you.

｡𖦹°‧ heightened senses. really good smell or hearing. like animal level. smelling full on tectonic shifts before they happen.

｡𖦹°‧ synesthesia. you can see auras around people & taste colors & see music in your mind.

｡𖦹°‧ your words are like spells. whatever you say happens. very much seven rings “i want it I got it” coded.

｡𖦹°‧ prophetic & meaningful dreams. you can see events before they happen sometimes. people even drop in to pay you a visit some nights.

｡𖦹°‧ all your things smell like your signature scent. clothes. hair. school supplies. bag. sheets. pillows. could even rub off on people you spend a lot of time with. no perfume dupe for how you smell. can never be replicated. it’s unique to you.

　　　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.

are my words going in one and ear and out the other? when i say you have your desires i genuinely mean it. i’m not saying it to get your hopes up or to make you scream and shout with joy, but i’m being so fr rn YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT 😭. i stress surrendering to imagination so much because that’s literally all you have to do.. i keep seeing people say “oh after i manifest this i’ll feel etc etc” or “i can’t wait until i have my desire so i can do this and etc etc” NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. imagination is everything, ITS EVERYTHING!! if you come to me saying “oh well i’ve being doing everything right and i’ve been persisting in my assumption and i see no movement” 1. you’re dwelling on trying to see movement on any fact that your desire is coming to you. 2. you just reaffirmed failure “i see no movement” 3. you’re seeing your imagination as a technique to try and get something faster in the 3D. 4. you didn’t change self. change self and the world follows, YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT ALREADY AND I WILL SLAM THE DOOR IN YOUR FACE EVERY TIME UNTIL YOU ACCEPT THAT FACT. IMAGINATION IS THE ONLY THING YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WORRY ABOUT, ONCE YOU CLAIM IT IN IMAGINATION THEN ITS ALREADY DONE. YOU EXPERIENCED IT ALREADY. STOP RELYING ON THE 3D ITS ONLY DOING ITS JOB WHICH IS TO REFLECT WHATS GOING ON WITHIN. IMAGINATION IS THE ONLY REALITY, SO I GENUINELY MEAN IT WHEN I SAY YOU HAVE WHAT YOU WANT ALREADY!! GET OFF OF TUMBLR, THE MATERIALIZATION IS DONEEEEEEE.

- last post for a while, because i’m not gonna spend my time on here. i slammed the door in your face already so this should be a wake up call. if it isn’t, do not knock on the door again because i WILL NOT ANSWER.

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terfs and the shifting community.

disclaimer: slightly political post, discussion of transphobia, and somewhat frequent cussing. if you wanna skip, be my guest!

one thing is true: I heavily dislike terfs. terfs suck.

౨ৎ my take on them : (half joking) they are literally misandry, covert narcissism, and self-righteousness wrapped all into one. I have a bottle of axe body spray, hormone control pills, and a trans flag at the shifting community gate. if one of them tries to touch you, feel free to hit em with the axe body spray, or wave the trans flag and start screaming. they hate that. protect the trans people out there. they are not deserving of the hate they are getting.

from what I can see, a lot of terfs have zero to no empathy for men and men's experiences. and they seem to preach a lot of misandry. which isn't okay. and is the exact opposite of what they should be standing for. to be equal to men. not above. and it seems the misandry is seeping into everything else. like trans women. my theory is that they don't want to accept trans people, because they seem them as beneath them. just like they do men. whether you're mtf, or ftm, you're a "man" to them at some point. and therefore, bad. or a traitor.

౨ৎ they don't understand how gender works in shifting : they obviously have no idea how shifting fucking works. you're going to a reality where you are exactly the things you're scripting. plus the things you've scripted, already exist?? so if I script I'm a cis male in my next dr, I'm gonna be exactly that. a cis male. I'm not "changing" anything. I literally just am, whatever I want to be. and have always been, what I want to be. if you're a cis woman in this reality, you can be a trans man in another, rather than a cis man. you can literally be an alien with 2 different sexes. it doesn't matter. because shifting doesn't have any real rules to it. you can do whatever you want.

terfs are trying to infiltrate shiftblr and make it an unsafe space for trans people. and I'm not here for it. FUCK OFF, TERFS! you cannot, and will not infiltrate our spaces. I have no problem telling terfs to go sit and spin. because they can do just that, sit and mother fuckin spin. terfs are the reason why half of shiftblr is shifting to other realities. to get away from transphobic people, like themselves. they have no business being in shiftblr, in my opinion.

also, I have new breaking information...come closer...did you know....that when you plan permashift to a reality where trans people don't exist...you don't have to announce it!? I KNOW! ITS CRAZY!!!!! 🫸🏾🤯🫷🏾 it's almost like it's attention seeking behavior to announce it where people actively accept trans people! what a silly connection I just made! 😁

౨ৎ in conclusion ? : FUCK TERFS! AND GET THEM OUT OF SHIFTBLR! and, also, go follow the people I gave creds to. and go show their anti-terf posts some love.

idea came from @reality-shitting 's terf block list and @stilljuststardust 's terf post.

stop focusing on your senses

when shifting, your physical senses are the last to shift! when you’re hyper-aware of your body, you could be anchoring yourself to your current reality.

let go.

detach from the need to feel immediate sensations and trust the process. you are in control.

focus on your intention, not on whether you ‘feel’ it happening. this is why i like to make it clear that not everyone feels physical symptoms, and that is okay!!! shifting is about aligning your consciousness, not forcing physical proof.

remind yourself: you are already shifting. every thought, every visualization, every moment spent in alignment with your desired reality brings you closer.

release the need for validation. your experience is valid, whether or not you feel tingles, heaviness, or detachment. trust in your mind’s power.

shifting isn’t something you have to ‘catch’ happening - it’s something you allow to unfold.

a/n; if anyone has any idea of what they would like me to make a post about, go ahead and use my asks <3

How I Entered the Void in 10 Minutes + Tips

Usually, it takes me around 30 minutes or sometimes even longer to enter the void state. I typically get there by the time I reach step 4, but this time I somehow mastered it and entered in 10 minutes! Here’s exactly what I did to enter quickly and effortlessly (but remember that everyone’s journey is different)

1. Find a Comfortable Position, You can lay however you want, but for me, lying on my back helps me feel more symptoms. I stayed completely still, letting my body relax fully. No adjusting, no tension, just letting go.

2. Affirm with Full Belief, I repeated simple affirmations in my head, like:

• I am in the void.

• Entering the void is easy.

• I am pure consciousness.

I didn’t stress or wait for symptoms, I just affirmed and let myself sink into the feeling.

3. Counted to 100 & Affirmed When Needed, As I counted up to 100, I didn’t feel the need to constantly affirm. I only affirmed when I noticed my mind starting to wander. By the time I reached 100, I was already in the void.

4. If You’re Not In Yet, Count from 100 to 0 & Affirm, If you’re not in yet, try counting down from 100 to 0 while continuing to affirm every now and then. Usually When I reach 0, I am already deep in the void.

I know for a fact it took 10 minutes because I had a subliminal playing in the background. Just as I fully entered, the sub ended, and an ad suddenly played, scaring me and pulling me out.

TIPS:

• Don’t Overcomplicate It, The void is natural. The more you let it happen instead of “trying” to enter, the easier it is.

• Detach from Outcomes, If you keep thinking “Is it working?” you’re just pulling yourself out of it. Assume it’s already done.

• If You Feel Yourself Dozing Off, Let It Happen, A lot of the time, you’ll enter as you “fall asleep.” Trust the process.

And that’s it—10 minutes, and I was in. No forcing, no stressing, just trusting. If I can do it, you can too!