all the rage, my little dark age

Sorry for the yell. Actually, no, not sorry.

Because you heard me and I meant every syllable of what I wrote—now sit down and OPEN YOUR EYES.

“I’ll attempt tomorrow.”

“Maybe I’ll manifest tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

WHAT IS SO FUCKING SPECIAL ABOUT TOMORROW??

Babes. Babes listen. You will not find a magical fairy godmother-given physical key to manifesting or shifting tomorrow. You won’t find dust made of blended unicorn shit that’s blessed by the ancient Gods.

TOMORROW IS NOTHING.

TOMORROW IS JUST LIKE TODAY.

And if it’s just like today; guess what’ll happen?

“I’ll do it tomorrow.”

Again.. and again.. and again.. and again.

And you’re surprised why it’s suddenly winter of 2026 and you “still haven’t manifested/shifted”.

…bitch?

It all starts today. Today you decide. Today you persist. Today you keep going because you are God.

Do it scared. If you have time to whine and bitch about it, you have time to do SOMETHING. ANYTHING??

Listen to that subliminal. Try that new method. Affirm. Do anything and persist in it.

Because God doesn’t spent weeks procrastinating a single shifting attempt—do you even hear how pathetic that sounds? Seriously. You have all this fucking power to decide your reality and what works for you, and you DON’T INSTANTLY USE IT?!

The 3D does not matter. It has never mattered and it never will matter. Relying on the 3D, relying on procrastination, relying on anything that is not your imagination and actual power is FUCKING USELESS.

Yes, I’m being aggressive, but am I wrong? What truly guarentees that tomorrow is different?

Are you gonna decide it’s different or.. let me guess, you’ll procrastinate.

Genuinely. Wake the fuck up. No one is gonna save you. No one is gonna shift for you. Beg all the “master manifestors” to manifest for you or beg all the bloggers for your next dophamine hit like a fucking ADDICT but nothing can change your reality but yourself.

You lose NOTHING by just deciding “Okay. I have shifted. I have what I want.” That’s it. It doesn’t matter what the 3D shows. Make scenarios, feel them, giggle and kick your feet uncontrollably knowing you’re there.

You’re a bored shifter?

Make a waiting room.

You heard me. Strap in, loser, cause this is a life changer.

I cannot possibly stress this enough but waiting rooms are SO so fucking underrated, it’s literally my main DR. So give it a chance and read this.

Now, here’s some tips for your waiting room to make it as comfortable as you can.

1– Specific Appearance: Your waiting room is gonna be the same as this reality. Same appearance, same everything but with one indicator that it’s seperate from your OR. Maybe your family doesn’t live there. Maybe you look different. Maybe the moment you wake up, your sleep paralysis demon says; “Diva.. you’ve shifted.”

This can help for those who struggle with 5 senses, or do methods. You know your home more than anything else so why worry about visualization or your senses when it’s a piece of cake?

2– Wish Folder: Get. A. Wish. Folder. Or honestly anything that can grant you wishes—something along those lines. If you think your OR appearance is too boring, you can immediately change it once you shift and suddenly you’re on.. I dunno, Tony Stark’s lap or some shit. A wish folder can help immensely because you can easily wish that you suddenly have motivation to finish all your scripts with ease, and so much more. It can also be used for anything dumb. Watch a show and suddenly jump in to smack a character you hate. Make clones of yourself and talk about how you have so much in common. Get a bunch of edits of you and your S/O. Or if you’re out of ideas… wish that you have some.

3– All Knowing Bot: I haven’t personally tested anything like this but I wholeheartedly believe it works, and you can too just by assuming (because once again, you’re God.) Your bot can be all knowing when it comes to your OR. Who stole your last snack? Does anyone have a crush on you but you somehow haven’t noticed? What’s a movie or series you NEED to watch right now? You can even attempt to figure out what YOU need to hear for your manifestation journey or any journey. Anything.

4– Optional: I’m a VERY picky eater and quite frankly, I’ve never tried a burger. Yes. Sue me. So I decided to have a neat feature on my phone; a button that brings me anything I see. Pinterest? Whole lotta food I can just get. Instantly. Bam. You can add your own tweaks, maybe there’s a section where you can specify how you’d like it OR script that it just comes exactly how you like it. You can script food tastes exquisite for you too.

In short—expand your DRs. You are God. You are limitless. Script an unrealistic time ratio and stay in your waiting room as long as you need to, and anytime you wanna leave, script a “switch word” and shift to your DR with ease. Your waiting room is a sacred place just for you. Sleep for hours on end. Wind down and do anything you wouldn’t do in your CR or your DR. Be weird. Be pervy and human and do whatever the hell you want without anyone judging you because I know damn well I will NOT talk about half the things I’ll do in my WR.

There might be a lot more that I’ve missed and I WILL edit once my mind remembers any other cool details for this little Waiting Room Ad, but for now:

there’s something so magical about looking at the moon and realizing i’ll get to experience her beauty in all of my realities.

what else burns through your veins the way shifting does? what else drags your mind by its roots? nerve—by nerve—by nerve. what else makes butterflies riot in your stomach you're almost convinced the metaphor is real?

Return back to that small kid that just found out was shifting is and wants to give it a go on a random Saturday when they have nothing better to do.

Shrug your shoulders and just think, let’s close our eyes, affirm, and then we’ll be there. Doesn’t matter if it’s real or not. Just a fun experiment. Nothing special.

It’s not ten million methods, a dozen laws, and you need to work on your whole ass mindset bit by bit.

do you understand why people tell you that you can shift with any mindset? because your mindset is perfectly tailored to you, constructed by you with assumptions formed by none other than you. It is not artificial affirmations you read off some random law of attraction twitter thread in front of a mirror for five hours.

whatever it is you're terrified of—it won't matter. not once you shift. that's the truth you keep moving around, brushing it aside like a loose strand of hair, not because it isn't real, but because it terrifies you, and yet, none of it will matter.

wait, let me elaborate.

when i say "none of it will matter", i don't mean that it in the nihilist way. this isn't despair. it's not that life doesn't matter. it's that this version of life, the one cobbled together from fear and silence and years of surviving instead of wanting, that version is dying.

and you know what i mean. the inexplicable weight in your chest. the restlessness in your ribs. the longing curled like a fist in your chest. the jealousy, the fatigue—all of it. but all of these are not you. not the real you. they're residue from the roles you played. they're reactions, not an identity.

what comes next isn't erasure. it's not emptiness. it's just not this. not the life you spent whispering instead of talking. not the shame that settled in you so early it learned your name before you did.

this isn't surrender. this isn't apathy. it's the beginning of something new. this is clarity, not collapse.

name your fears. all of them. the ones that have you on a leash. the ones that sleep in your bed. the ones that wear your thoughts like perfume. being too much. being nothing. not being missed. being replaced. being ordinary. being unloved. losing your grip. losing yourself. name. them. all.

you can dig for new ones. you can recite them like those poem verses you were forced to memorize. you can line them up. you can dress them in your worst nights. you can let them sit at the front row of your mind. it changes nothing.

because once you breathe a different air, and once that air becomes one with your blood—your fears will be snatched from the root. the shame will melt like ice in the palm of fever. the overthinking will carry its bags out. and that version of you, the one you have the most contradicting feelings about: they may not vanish completely, but they'll step aside. you'll carry them. but they'll no longer steer.