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there is no original reality. therefore you have no original ethnicity.

i want to be pretty. people of all ethnicities can be pretty. maybe one day i want sharp, cutting eyes like Ruoshan Wang. maybe one day i want big doe eyes like Mila Kunis. maybe i want a button nose like Jenna Ortega. maybe i want a cute flat nose like Chaewon. maybe i want albino skin and hair so i can look ethereal. maybe i want darker skin so i look like a goddess. maybe i want pin-straight hair that won't stay in any hairstyle except "down". maybe i want coily hair i can play with. maybe i want thin lips to look more innocent. maybe i want big lips that look oh so kissable. have you considered i like features regardless of ethnicity. of course being white in this reality and then "becoming x other race" is weird, but from one reality to another? it's a whole other reality. you've always been another ethnicity there. the reality already exists, you're just selecting it. and why would i be the same in every reality? have you considered i want variety, not the same thing every time?? if i wanted monotony, i'd stay here

there’s a reality where they are in their own “cr” making tumblr posts and dr master lists and moodboards talking about you and all the lovely things about you

for all the people who shift to realities based off media, there’s also realities where a bunch of those people are shifting to a reality for you, making pin boards of you, reblogging poetry quotes and aesthetic pictures with special tags just for you, living in their imagination with you

maybe in their reality, you were just a “character” in a book or in a tv show, with your own fleshed out lore that they tweaked and changed to fit in with you better

maybe there’s a woman out there shifting to be your mother, a man out there shifting to be your father, someone out there shifting to even be your cat because they know in that reality you’d treat them right and spoil them till their sick

ᐢ..ᐢ ࣪˖ 0. the fool〃✩

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the fool represents risk-taking, unlimited potential, enthusiasm, ingenuity, blind faith, and the will to live. they're at the beginning of their journey, facing many adventures and choices.

A list of ways that have helped me before in the past. Mix and match accordingly. Asks responding to:

1. Position Yourself Incorrectly

You know the position that makes you fall asleep the fastest? Yeah don’t use it. If curling up on your side knocks you out in five minutes, lie flat on your back like a sleep-paralyzed corpse. If lying on your back knocks you out cold, flip over like you’re a baby and try your stomach. You’re trying to disconnect from muscle memory. Trick your brain into knowing this is not your regular “fall asleep” routine.

2. Focus on the black behind your eyelids. I Mean Really Focus.

The void/shifting method I posted is gold for people who slip into sleep too easily. You’re not imagining anything, not visualizing, not affirming, just becoming intimately aware of your eyelids. Pretend it’s a doorway. Pretend it’s a wall you could fall through. Pretend it’s your s/o staring at you. Treat it like it is the holy grail. And when your focus slips, snap back to it.

3. Chastise yourself out loud.

This works insanely well. Have an internal conversation with yourself like you’re yelling at a toddler or scolding your dog. For example, I do:

“Clover, NO. Stay awake. Look at the black. Not today, sleep demon. Clover, stay the hell awake or I swear to god—”

If you’re busy nagging yourself, it keeps you from passively slipping into dreamland. The brain can’t run intrusive thoughts and stage a self-directed intervention at the same time. Use that to your advantage.

Alternate version: Channel the fuck-it mentality and start trash-talking your entire journey because you are o.v.e.r it.

“Fuck it. I’m shifting. I don’t care. I’m doing it, fuck it.”

4. Micro-control your eye movement.

Even with your eyes shut, you know when they start drifting off. You feel them go slack, like they’re ready to roll back into sleep. So keep snapping your attention back by:

Shifting your gaze side to side slowly, like you’re scanning the black.

Widening your "closed" eyes just slightly (you’ll know what this means once you try it,, and if you don’t, read this).

Again, re-centering your gaze like you’re trying to look straight through your eyelids.

5. Move. Jitter. Adjust. Ignore the “stillness rule.”

So many people panic if they twitch or adjust themselves because they think they’ve broken the "mind awake, body asleep" balance. Spoiler: you haven't. Your body will still fall asleep anyway. You are allowed to:

Shift your legs

Re-adjust your pillow

Scrunch your face and stretch your neck

Scratch an itch or roll onto a new pressure point

Play the kazoo

Your brain doesn’t reset the sleep cycle every time you move. The sleep process is smarter than that. I’ve hit hypnagogia while still adjusting my shirt. The body goes when it’s ready. Movement won’t ruin it, but panic might.

6. Music won’t ruin anything. Use it.

Yes, even loud, distracting music. Even music with lyrics. Even music that would have your parents appalled that you listen to it. Sound won’t stop hypnagogia. In fact, familiar music can anchor your awareness. You’re not falling asleep, you’re just. Drifting deeper while still anchored. You might even use it as a countdown:

“I’m still awake by the chorus, I’m still awake by verse two, I’m still awake at the bridge…”

And if you dissociate a little in the process? PERFECT.

7. “Oh but I keep zoning out”

Hello ADHD shifter. Hi person who tries to meditate bit keeps zoning out. Go back to #1 because that method keeps you from zoning out, since you’re focusing on the black behind your eyelids. Pair it with #3. Trust me. If your pattern is: try to meditate -> zone out -> snap out of it -> roll over and go to sleep, defeated—then do this. Pair a visual anchor with dialogue to keep yourself engaged.

8. The alarm trick (AKA weaponizing your own paranoia)

Set alarms every 90 minutes. Not to shift, but to sabotage your sleep in a way that helps you win. Here’s the psychology: Your brain knows you’ll be woken up, so it stays on edge. You might think that’s bad—but it’s actually perfect. The goal here is to stay just awake enough that you don’t plunge straight into unconsciousness. That anticipation—the ugh I’m gonna get woken up soon tension? Use it!

You’re not aiming to nap. You’re aiming to drift just low enough that your body knocks out and your mind gets sneaky. That place where everything starts slipping sideways.

And if you do fall asleep? Great! The alarm yanks you back. You get another shot. This trick breaks the mental block of “I was just laying there for hours and nothing happened.” Because let’s be real—sometimes what actually happens is this:

You think you’re just laying there, irritated, defeated. And then your thoughts get... floaty. And you start to sink. And your hearing warps. And you’re like wait, what the fuck is happening??

That’s hypnagogia. That’s the threshold. Sometimes you even do shift or start to AP. The alarm method keeps the cycle running. Try-fall asleep—wake up—try again—drift—wake up—drift deeper—fall through. Eventually, your body’s like: “Okay fine, sleep.” But your mind is already plunging into an altered state.

9. “But I did all of this and still fell asleep”

THEN SLEEP. SLEEP. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND PURE, GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP (i am crashing out, i’m so sorry).

AKA what your soul needs to hear rn. seriously, pause and listen.

come here. sit down. let me rub glitter on your spine and scream at the world for you.

you’re not lazy.

you’re not delusional.

you’re not broken.

you’re not “trying too hard.”

you’re exhausted.

you’re grieving a reality you haven’t even touched yet because it lives in your chest.

you’ve said goodnight to people who don’t exist here but god do they feel more real than anyone who’s ever texted you back.

you’ve memorized the curve of someone’s voice in your DR like it was scripture.

you’ve built entire cities inside your eyelids.

you’ve tried to fall asleep in the arms of an entire universe and woke up alone.

and i see you.

because i’ve been you.

this isn’t a joke. this isn’t a “phase.” this isn’t some escapist tumblr trend for pastel soft girls and sleepy boys who just want to go kiss anime characters. even if it was. that would STILL be sacred.

shifting is real.

manifesting is real.

your devotion is real.

but it’s hard, isn’t it?

not because the law doesn’t work. not because “you’re doing it wrong.” not because you’re not god.

no.

it’s hard because you are god in a meat suit.

because you are infinite, divine, explosive, magnetic, massive, trapped inside something that needs water to survive and still cries over people who ghosted you.

you are the entire cosmos funneled into a nervous system that flinches when a door slams too loud.

you are light and plasma with a frontal cortex that gets panic attacks when it smells the wrong cologne.

and that matters.

not because it’s stronger than you.

but because it deserves tenderness.

too many people say “just ignore the 3D” and while that’s correct—it’s not complete.

they forget there’s a heartbeat in this equation.

there are inner children here.

there are people still processing grief.

there are trauma loops that don’t vanish just because you intellectually know they’re not real.

there’s a difference between saying “circumstances don’t matter” and acting like people don’t matter. and i won’t stand for the second one.

because you matter.

you matter even if you’ve never shifted.

you matter even if you can’t visualize for shit.

you matter even if your affirmations are tired mumbling at 3am through tears and cracked lips.

you matter even if you’ve been trying for 5 years.

you matter even if you stop trying.

you matter even if you get angry at the law.

you matter even if you forget you’re god sometimes.

you’re not failing. you’re healing while remembering.

you are processing centuries of generational fear in a single lifetime.

you are alchemizing flesh into frequency.

you are loving something so deeply, so fiercely, that it literally bends time.

let me repeat that:

you are loving something so deeply it bends time.

that is what shifting is.

it’s a love story with yourself across the multiverse.

it’s a soul so feral about its truth that it will keep knocking until the stars rearrange.

and what you’re doing?

what you’re reaching for?

what you’re breathing into every night?

that is the opposite of weak. that is sacred.

now let’s talk about those quiet nights.

the ones where you stare at your ceiling and whisper to your DR like it can hear you.

where you beg to go home.

and i know you don’t even mean your physical home.

you mean the place that feels like home. the one that lives in your bones.

the one where your name is loved like a prayer and not mispronounced like an inconvenience.

the one where someone strokes your hair and says “you made it.”

and fuck. that ache?

that’s the bravest ache in the world.

no one sees that part.

they don’t see you crying for a fictional world that feels more real than the one that bruised you.

they laugh and say “just write a story.”

but you’re not writing a story.

you’re trying to return to one.

you’re a soul with a homing beacon.

a compass made of longing and memory.

you know what’s waiting for you and you won’t let anyone take that from you.

and that makes you terrifying.

beautiful.

formidable.

god.

you do not need trauma to deserve rest.

you do not need a diagnosis to deserve compassion.

you do not need proof to be believed.

you do not need to be impressive to be worthy.

being a manifestor is enough.

being a shifter is enough.

being is enough.

and if your journey is quiet right now

if you feel stuck

if you’re doubting everything

if the affirmations feel fake

if the subliminals hurt to hear

if the scripting feels pointless

if you haven’t even tried in a week

if you’ve stopped hoping

that does not mean you’ve failed.

it means you are in a cocoon.

and cocooning looks like giving up.

it looks like apathy.

but it’s just surrender.

and surrender is sacred, too.

you are not alone.

you are not crazy.

you are not behind.

you are not a glitch in the loa community just because your story is taking longer.

you are the plot twist.

and when you shift,

when you manifest that love, that body, that reality, that version,

it won’t be because you forced it.

it will be because you remembered how to receive.

so until then?

breathe.

let your body catch up to what your soul already knows.

and if you need to cry,

you better sob like it’s a fucking ritual

because it is.

and i’ll hold you the whole time.

because i get it.

and i’m not leaving.

you didn’t make up this yearning.

this isn’t delusion.

this isn’t fantasy.

this isn’t escapism.

you’ve touched those worlds in dreams.

you’ve felt their weight in your bones.

you’ve had deja vu from realities you haven’t lived here.

you’ve walked into rooms and smelled the perfume of people who don’t exist on this side.

you’ve heard music that doesn’t play on this frequency.

you’ve caught glimpses in mirrors of eyes that weren’t quite yours.

and that wasn’t imagination.

that was remembering.

and i promise, when you close your eyes tonight, even if your chest is heavy and your hope feels faint,

there’s a version of you waiting with arms wide open whispering:

“i never stopped believing in you either.”

now go drink some water.

put glitter in it if you want.

whisper to your pillow.

and try again tomorrow if you feel like it.

because that’s the thing about you.

you keep loving.

and loving.

and loving.

even when the world tells you not to.

and if that’s not divine…

i don’t know what is.

“Live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself… Again and again, endlessly. Because everything… begins from there.”

— Hyuna, ALNST

SCENARIOS I'VE SCRIPTED INTO MOST OF MY DRS...

drapetomania — n. define ↝ the overwhelming urge to run away

— THE NIGHT SKY BLOODRAVE CAME INTO THE WORLD, she was doomed. her mother was gone and her father even before that, lost to the war with the dragons. her last living family who had taken her in, her father's sister - chieftess valka - taken when sky was less than a year old. death and destruction seeded in her every footprint across the earth. until the day she was taken, too, and would not be found again for many years, a girl much changed by the world.

Shifting with Emotion

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