I'm tired of people thinking that being a medium is just seeing ghosts. I tell someone I'm a medium and they're like "oh what do you see right now? What ghosts?" I'm seeing horrors beyond your comprehension but we are not ready for that conversation.
sitting upon my ethereal throne (random armchair) with offerings of aged red wine (fruit punch) and the finest, ripest fruit my worshippers could find (mangoes from a wholesale store)
Because failure is much more validating. Failure will pat you on the back and say, "maybe next time, hun", it will feed you anticipation and that flutter of trepidation in your chest when you think of success, it will make you feel comfortable in that bog you settled in.
The illusion of productivity keeps you in that mindset and prevents you from facing this fear. It keeps you feeling busy so you don't feel bad about being stagnant. It tells you you're walking in strides while you actually stand still, avoiding the discomfort of fully committing to success. Just like buying a dozen of fancy pens and notebooks instead of writing a book, you busy yourself with useless tasks that keep you from actually applying.
You can shift and manifest with just an intention and without any effort, but some of you are afraid of accepting even that. Just another script for my another DR, just another playlist with dozens of subliminals (do you even listen to them more than twice before creating a new one?), just another small "check" before a big manifestation, just another hour of reading through Tumblr/Pinterest/Reddit/TikTok posts and success stories, just another pile of photographed and screenshotted angel numbers. Are you not tired?
Shifting and manifesting are mundane and trivial to the point of being innate to you. If you have an apple in your hand, do you daydream about it? Do you create playlists named "🐁 🎀 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒 🎀 🐁"? Do you buy a special knife that you proudly call "my apple knife"? Do you create moodboards for this apple? No, if you want an apple and you have it, you bite it.
You already have and know everything there is to know, and nothing will happen unless you actually start applying. You may know that only intention works, but did you internalize this knowledge? A lot of you throw fancy manifesting lingo while still persisting in the state of lack. Remembering and knowing is not the same as applying. Don't let this mistake keep you on Shiftblr until 2030.
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It is actually deeply ironic how the immensely cracked and dry skin on my heels does not bother me in the slightest but the most little crack or flake on my fingers/face is the “end of the world” and I “will need amputation” and that leaving it alone is “basically equivalent to throwing my life away”
In one of the afflicted corners of Gaza, Mohamed Al-Khaldi, a man in his twenties, took his heavy steps amidst the chaos of life. Mohamed, known for his resilience and patience, worked as a freelancer, spending long nights behind his computer screen, striving to ensure a decent life for himself and his small family.
Before the war, his life was filled with challenges, but he never knew despair. He began saving to cover the costs of his apartment with great difficulty, and his joy was indescribable when he finally got married after a bitter struggle. His wife, whom he loved deeply, was always his support, encouraging him every time he felt the burden was heavier than he could bear.
But the war... that merciless war turned everything upside down. The early days were filled with fear and anxiety, and Mohamed struggled to provide for his simple household amidst the shelling and explosions. One day, while he was trying to bring some basic necessities for his family, a missile fell nearby, and he was hit by shrapnel in his head.
Mohamed was transported to the hospital amidst sounds of crying and prayers. In those tense moments, he thought only of his wife, who was expecting their first child, and the home he had built with his patience and struggle. The pain was intense, but the fear for his loved ones was even greater.
Despite everything, Mohamed slowly recovered. A scar remained on his head, a witness to those difficult moments, but it was also a testament to his resilience. After returning home, he saw his wife with a smile that wiped away all her sorrows. She held a picture of the ultrasound showing their upcoming child and said to him:
"Mohamed, we are stronger than anything, and this child will be a symbol of the life they couldn’t destroy."
On that day, Mohamed realized that despite all the hardships he had gone through, life is worth living, and no matter how harsh the war is, love and hope are stronger.
Donation link for Mohammed 👇
My name is Fatima Shahin, and I live in the Shuweifat area of Lebanon. Like many others, my family has been devastated by war. One dark night, explosions destroyed our home, leaving us with only a few clothes and important documents as we fled.
Now, we are scattered between Naameh and Barja, living in constant fear amid destruction and despair. Our need for help is urgent, as every day deepens our sense of helplessness. Our children are suffering, and even basic needs like food and shelter have become nearly impossible to secure.
We appeal to kind-hearted people to extend their support. Your help could be the lifeline we desperately need in this crisis. We hope for peace and compassion to survive and rebuild some part of our lost lives. Every donation or act of kindness can make a difference and save a family clinging to hope for solidarity and love.
https://gofund.me/de3f4cda
Wanna lay my head in someone’s lap and listen to them talk while they play with my hair. I love listening to boys ramble on about the things they just as much I enjoy being the one doing to the talking. It’d be so nice and relaxing
Aliens hate y'all because your government has an ego problem