The End Of A Dream    -    Giuseppe Pennasilico , C.1908

fuck high level physics what the hell was i thinking . What Was I Thinking. the academic failure is so bad i am debating making a dr where everything in my life is the same but i am a god at physics just to have that sweet sweet academic validation. why tf am i learning special relativity in high school. tf is induction. i hate kinetics. what is going on. This is why i shift. Fuck everything

The fact that jkr doesnt seem to realise that the freedom to remove and decenter sex from your lifestyles and relationships, to not be told that sexual experience gives you measurable value, or to simply not be forced to be sexual when you dont want to be is such a massive part of women's liberation just cements what I already suspected: that shes never been a feminist at all, just a racist old creep with no life outside of her hatred

Hey Mason, what's your favorite method? 🙂

Hi! I don't really use methods, but I shift on command with something that has been named the ''zooming in'' method after I explained how it works for me!

I'll include a description I wrote for it a while ago for anyone who wants to give it a try :)

The method itself is extremely simple, and it can be used in basically any state; fully awake, before sleep or when just waking up, I reckon a lucid dream would work too! It should take around a few seconds, but it could be up to a few minutes to shift this way. Keep in mind to not overdo yourself, and take a break if you don't succeed after more than a few minutes, just try again later.

For the method you are going to close your eyes, and imagine the place you're shifting to. You DO NOT have to visualise!! but you can if you think it would help you. Imagine the place you're shifting to in front of you, as if you're looking directly at it, but from a zoomed out view. Personally I cannot visualise, so this is all based on feeling, not on actually seeing anything! For me it helps to imagine the energy of that place. And moreso 'remembering' it. Then all you do is zoom in, imagine said place rushing towards you, it's getting closer to you until you merge with it, and in the same thought your current surroundings get kind of pushed back or are ignored.

That's literally all there is to it! If I don't shift, I often notice myself feeling very dizzy and disoriented for a little bit, and for me it's the easiest way to just quickly get out of any place I'm at. Another way of describing it would for it to be like teleporting (although I don't think any of you here knows what it feels like). It's like you feel a bit of a rush, like you travelled for the slightest second, and then you're somewhere else.

It's the best way I can describe how I shift, and it works well for me. Other people have also had success with it based on comments I have received, but it's in no way the key to shifting. Remember that you can shift any way, anytime, anywhere. You can change or adjust anything you want, always💚

and FUCK the ib exams i am shifting tonight and never coming back!!!!!!! oh the joy!!!!!!! the relief!!!!!!! i will be feasting on grapes and nutella pancakes and pasta in my waiting room come next morning ……. so excited .

STOP WITH THE NEEDINESS ❦

wanna shift? let me put you out of your misery

This is the only method you need to induce pure consciousness/ tap into the “I AM”/ tap into the void:

relax, deep breathing

affirm “I AM”

relax some more

detach, get lost in the darkness of your closed eyes

you’re done, you’ve shifted

there are no if ands or buts, there’s no “i was so close”, “it just doesn’t work for me”. this method cannot fail, there is no such thing, at all, it’s you who focuses too much on the symptoms, it’s you gets upset when “nothing happens” before rolling over to go to sleep just to endure another day in your shitty reality. it’s you who fails to see your own potential and it’s only you who can change that

this is the basic method that works for anyone with a conscious and subconscious mind,

it’s not anyone’s fault that you’ve decided to overcomplicate it

that’s the basic fucking template you don’t need shit but yourself

stop with the neediness it’s getting kinda pathetic

You dont need to follow some stupid 10k affirmation challenge

You don’t need to follow any challenges lasting weeks

You don’t need subliminals or waves or a guided meditation

You don’t need to ask bloggers the same shit and vent about how you “just can’t do it”

You don’t need to lucid dream

You don’t need any of this

again the basic template is only difficult to you because of the over-complication of it all

Let me give you an example: Imagine you’re a baker and there’s this iconic legendary baker who has this incredible, world famous cake, they give the world a recipe to it and it’s quite simple. how can such a simple recipe impress the taste buds of so many? it doesn’t matter about the how or why, it just does. But so many bakers around the world, including you, are scared of not impressing their customers so they add all this other shit to the recipe that was perfectly fine. And it just makes everything so complicated, all because they don’t trust that the original recipe will be able to impress and satisfy their customers.

That basic recipe is the “method” that Neville gave to us, he didn’t have tumblr, he didn’t have youtube to binge fucking yoga nidra meditation videos. He didn’t have a phone to inhale subliminal after subliminal like it’s a full time job. He didn’t have bloggers shoving 10k challenges down his throat, and guess what, he was just fine! Stop overcomplicating the recipe, all you need is the mind. You don’t need a fucking routine, all you need is you

But I know there are some people who will look at this, scroll past and still scan their feed, scrambling for an “instant method” like some junky. And to that i say, go ahead, waste your days overcomplicating the act of shifting consciousness, waste your days overconsuming, doomscrolling, complaining. The law and the art of shifting was always real and will continue to be real while you sit there with absolutely nothing, so go ahead. Rack your brain to the point of a headache, to the point of insanity trying to understand what’s right infront of you, you’re only doing yourself harm.

shifting consciousness/ the “I AM” state/ the void is a basic ability, it’s like breathing, just fucking do it

IT’S A BASIC ABILITY, YOU DONT NEED POINTERS 🎀💋

　　　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.

i don’t call this reality the “current reality” . its my pain-in-the-ass reality. my boring reality. my ‘wow! everything sucks ASS’ reality. would 100% recommend not calling this reality your ‘cr’. it helps with not giving this reality so much power yourself!!!! because it is as real and mundane as any other reality you wish to perceive!!! so name it like you name your desired realities your ‘marauders’ dr or ‘90s fame dr’, maybe it may help with a change of perspective. idk. i am no expert . just works for me 😌

yeah ted talk over BYE (did this make sense???????? i am sorry if it doesn’t haha)

i play the harp and tom plays the violin by the way . just remembered this little bit . Hahahhahahahsjshxkehdkexiowjdowkx IMISSHIM

Okay I posted this earlier but this image is even closer

“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY