"...it Is Something You Allow..." I Love This Quote

Is it exactly as you said, its just like like any other reality[like for example here] but with different people and memories and whatever floats your boat

So yea tdlr: its real 100% because it is real life

thank you! that's what i imagine and sometimes, when i close my eyes, i can feel my room and i feel like right outside is the hallway to my house and it's all just right there

that's why i feel like it's exactly how it is here, just there

thank you!!

and what if i say that i don’t believe in death anymore

Shifting exists for the hopeless romantics. Shifting exists for those who want more in life than a boring 9-5 job. Shifting exists for those who are hungry for knowledge and want to learn it all. Shifting exists for those who are escaping a shitty life. Shifting exists for the adrenaline junkies. Shifting exists for the people who want to experience everything. Shifting exists for those who just want to be happy.

Shifting exists for you.

SEMANTICS AND SHIFTING

Lately, I've been seeing a couple posts of people redefining and reworking their understanding of common shifting terms like cr, dr, etc. It interests me on how the language of shifting has begun to "shift" (no pun intended 😭) as the collective understanding of the practice does as well.

Back during the time of peak shifttok, many of these words were used in its most literal sense: it was called CR because it was the reality you reside in; you called it a DR because it's the reality you desired to "go" to. Most people's understanding of shifting were similarly literal (like how you had to have a script or do xyz in order to shift), so the fact that the words we used to describe it were "shallow" reflected that.

However, we've long passed such beliefs, so I find it interesting how our language is adapting to that evolution. For instance, this post by my moot @jealousmartini and subsequent reblogs are noteworthy because of the nuance and exploration we could have. What's stopping us from calling a "dr" our "cr"? Who told us that these words have a degree of separation? Why do we call it a "shift"?

As I see it, these terms are like training wheels. Something to help us usher in understanding and confidence when it comes to riding our metaphorical bikes. Of course, accidents happen. Maybe you fell off the bike because the training wheels were ill fitted; scraped your knee and had to sit out for a while. Maybe you got another set of training wheels, hoping that it may the one that will make you ride a bike. Maybe you've realised that you no longer need them at all. In any case, it's natural to outgrow the need for such terms, and look for others instead.

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you owe it to yourself to shift. don’t fucking give up.

i need you to know i just shifted

theres no calm way to explain this.

it freaked me out.

as soon as i realized.

i wasn't excited i was fucking terrified.

now, the thing is, i saw this video on youtube, and there was this one method i thought i would try out.

basically, all i did was tell myself i was going to shift to a reality just like my current one, only my curtains are going to be pink.

i was in and out of sleep or whatever (i don't remember) but there was a flash of light and then my eyes shot open because a siren passed by me. they were police sirens–now this shit pulled me out of whatever dream/sleep thing was going on and i was pissed, but then i glanced at my bookshelves.

of course, first i looked at my curtains–were they pink? no, but when my eyes landed on my bookshelves (for reference i have 3 directly at the foot of my bed, with a little walk space in the middle.

there was something off, first i thought the last one look way skinnier than the first two, so that was freaking me out, i was trying to calm myself down (it took a while). i wear glasses, so looking at the shelves, i thought it was because it was dark and i couldn't see that they were wobbly, like, the corners were blurry (if that makes sense).

eventually i grabbed my phone and turned on the flash to get a better look. the bookshelf looked so weird, in fact my entire room just felt off. theres a space between the shelves for aesthetic purposes, but the last one is bigger because theres an outlet there.

i stepped in between the shelves and nearly shat myself, because there was a graduation lay with money attached to it. i was sure i had spent all the money on the lay when we got it (it was only $3 but still).

this is when i knew that i wasn't here–i was there. i went to explore the rest of the house, looking for anything that looked different. there wasn't much else–just one thing, my shoes.

i have a pair of hightop converse, typically they are shoved into a little shelf beneath the television, this time they were not and placed in the little rack near the door, alright acceptable, could be mom just put them somewhere else.

but then, walking back to my room, mom dropped her phone and my heart dropped. she asked me to pick it up, so i did, she asks why it's so hot, i tell her the air is off–which is weird because only i turn it off.

i hear my brother, he's awake in his room so i ask him if he turned it off, he says no, i ask him again and to stop messing with me, seriously did he turn it off? he said no, now i'm like, wtf because i know for a fact that my mother had turned the air on and i didn't turn it off and she was asleep.

whatever, i turn it on and go to my room. i look around. no. no there's something off about this fucking room. this is not my room–i mean it is–but it's not.

alright, theres only one way to be certain, yeah? i say my safe word, though it's a phrase really.

i lay back on my bed and say it. i do not close my eyes, but the second it leave my mouth, i feel a surge of energy and then like that it's gone.

a second later a car vrooms past and i realize i hadn't heard a car pass, nor had the upstairs neighbors annoyed me with their ruckas, nor had i got a notification from my online friends, which i get nearly all night because we live in separate timezones.

so now i'm sitting there, trying to figure out if i'd heard anything other than my brother in his room before i said my safe-word/phrase. i didn't i didn't. i just didn't.

now again, you could say this was all a coincidence. but i have this thing with loud nosies. i can't stand them, they're annoying and the cars that go back and forth throughout the night/day never fail to irritate me, i've woken out of my sleep to go upstairs and bang on my neighbors door to keep it the fuck down.

i have turned off my notifications because i get irritated easily if they keep pining.

perhaps i was caught up in the moment, the thought process of "have i shifted, if i have what's different?" but i can't shake the feeling of that room, nor of the way i was awoken by the sound of a loud ass siren, only to hear nothing else after that besides my brother–then to start hearing things once again after i say my safe word/phrase.

please let me know what you think, for me, i believe i was terrified at first because my mother and my brother are people i know in this reality, the potential of seeing them in another for the first time threw me so off guard, i don't know why i didn't think they'd be there when i asked for everything to be exactly the same.

"I want to experience everything over and over and over again..." -@magidalia

feature to describe your dr self vol l

time isn't real and everything is happening and has already happened all at once. so basically you have already shifted and are shifting as we speak. you've shifted millions and billions of times. even if you don't remember it happening, it has already happened. you are already in your dr

me adding every song i like into every dr

i've lost count of how many drs i have that are based solely on a single song – my personality, my relationship, EVERYTHING is based on it LOL