Based off your post of someone manifesting that they never had a sibling and he woke up in a different
Is it possible for me to manifest that I never existed here that I only existed in my DR I’m a shifter
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Based off your post of someone manifesting that they never had a sibling and he woke up in a different
Is it possible for me to manifest that I never existed here that I only existed in my DR I’m a shifter
Yes. Live 100% as your DR character
Create yourself from scratch
Preface: I published this post before I deactivated my account, but it is still relevant.
You can create your bio from scratch. Yes, it is possible. It doesn't matter what you had in the "past" and "present" (time does not exist, there is only infinity). It doesn't matter the country in which you were born, your date of birth, your ancestry and family, social status, education and career (or lack thereof).
Nothing matters if you want to build yourself from scratch. Now only your new story matters.
What does this mean?
I think you already know that anything is possible. Literally. There are no restrictions or clarifications. Yes, you can create in your current reality (I’m not talking about shifting and parallel realities, that’s a different topic, now we’re just talking about creating a new story in the current reality) whatever you want.
I want to remind you of your ability to create your biography from scratch as one aspect of your limitless possibilities.
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How can I do that?
Forget the old story. She never existed. And create your new story. You can review any aspects of your biography (place and date of birth, citizenship, social status, ancestry and family, education, career, appearance, etc.).
Change your assumptions and start living by them. Identify yourself with the new story, and the outer world will definitely reflect it! You can also use Void State. The main thing is not to complicate it. It shouldn't be difficult for you!
And the most important point: no matter what, never return to the old story. Don't give her power. The outer world will definitely show you everything that you have in your imagination. It's easier than it seems.
But other people will remember my old story?
People (like you as a physical object) are an illusion. You can change assumptions about them and their memories, and everything will be according to your script. Don't worry, nothing you don't want will happen.
But how can my current reality adapt to the new story?
Everything will be as if it had always been this way. Everything that needs to be adapted in the current reality to a new story will be adapted, don’t worry.
Your mission is simply to stick to the new story. There is no need to think about how this will happen. Let it go.
Accept the fact of the new history, and the current reality will show it to you. Every detail will be the way you want it to be (even if you cannot fully formulate it, you as a consciousness know perfectly well what you need).
You are God. You are the power. There is no power outside; the power is only in you. Remember this. ❤️
Forgiveness = Forgetfulness
Memories are created in the PRESENT
So you remembering a past trauma is your creation from your NOW
You remembering what an sp/family/friends did to you is your creation from your NOW
It is ALL fiction, so stop torturing yourself !
AFFIRM ANY PAST YOU WANT AND PERSIST NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE
"The past is only a dream. It has no reality except in your imagination. You can change the past by changing your thoughts about it." Neville Goddard
FULL TRANSCRIPT FROM ONE OF THE SUCCESS STORIES OF MISSY RENEE Youtube Channel. Source at the end.
She revised her brother's accident out of existence — And woke up in a world where it never happened
I've held off sharing this story for a long time because there's no version of it that doesn't sound insane. But I've decided I don't care anymore. It happened. I was there. So were other people, until they weren't. That's the part I still can't explain, and it's the part I most need to tell.
Everything started when my brother Daniel had borrowed my car to drive up to see our parents, a three-hour trip he'd made a hundred times. At 9:40 that night, I got the call. There had been an accident on the highway after a truck had crossed the median. Daniel was alive but unconscious, and they were flying him to a nearby trauma center.
I can't describe the state I was in when I took an uber to the hospital. My parents met me there, and the three of us sat in a waiting room under those lights until a surgeon came out around 1 a.m. He told us Daniel had a severe brain injury and that the next seventy-two hours would tell us who he would be, if he woke up at all. He said, very gently, that even in the best case, we should prepare for a Daniel who was not the Daniel we knew.
I had been working with Missy for about a year by then. I'd manifested things that genuinely surprised me—a job, a move, a relationship that came back against all odds. I believed in the law of assumption, but I believed in it the way you believe in something that's worked for you, which is to say I believed in it for ordinary life. Not for something like what happened. Not like this.
Because somewhere around 3 a.m., sitting in that waiting room while my mother slept against my father's shoulder, something in me went very still and very, very clear. And I heard, almost like a voice that wasn't mine, the thing Missy had told me a hundred times: The 3D is the shadow. It is not the cause. There is only one cause, and that is you.
And underneath that, a second thought, one I had never let myself fully reflect on before: If the present is a shadow of the assumption I'm faithful to—then so is the past that produced it. The accident is a fact. But facts are just the outpicturing of a state, and states can be revised.
I want to be honest: I have never used revision for anything like this. Not even close. I had used it for arguments, for missed opportunities, for the small wounds and victories we all carry. Never for an event that a dozen people had witnessed. Never for something with police reports and a totaled vehicle and hospital records.
I closed my eyes in that waiting room, and I went back to 9:40 that night. And instead of accepting the accident, I revised it. Not the aftermath, but the event itself. I imagined Daniel's drive as completely uneventful. I imagined the truck staying in its lane. I imagined my brother pulling into our parents' driveway at the time he was supposed to, texting me made it, the way he always did. I imagined the phone call I got at 9:40 being him, bored, asking if I stole his charger out of the car.
I didn't imagine it once. I built it. I lived it.I felt the relief of it being an ordinary night. I felt the boredom of an ordinary night, which is its own kind of miracle. I refused the version where the phone rang with bad news, and I replaced it, completely, with the version where nothing happened at all.
I did this with my eyes closed in a plastic chair while machines kept my brother alive down the hall. I did this for hours. Every time my mind tried to drag me back to the surgeon's words, I refused, and I returned to the driveway, to the text, to the missing charging cable. Made it. Nothing happened. It was an ordinary night.
I want to tell you what happened next in a way that makes sense, and I can't, because it doesn't.
I must have fallen asleep at some point but when I opened my eyes, I was not in the waiting room.
I was on my own couch, in my own apartment, in the morning light, with my phone buzzing on my chest. It was Daniel, and he was annoyed. He wanted to know if I'd stolen his phone charger from the car because he couldn't find it and had looked everywhere on the drive up. He said the drive had been fine. Boring. He'd made it to Mom and Dad's around 9:40 and turned in early.
I could not speak. I asked him, very carefully, if he was hurt. He laughed at me and asked if I was hungover. He said he'd texted me last night when he got in and that I'd left him on read, which was rude, and that he expected better.
I checked my phone. There it was, time-stamped 9:41 the night before. Made it. A message I had no memory of receiving, in a thread with no other texts from that night, no call log at 9:40, no record of a hospital, no missed calls from my parents.
After Daniel hung up, I called my mother. She answered cheerfully, like it was a normal morning. When I asked whether Daniel had gotten in okay last night, she said of course, why, what's wrong with you, in the tone mothers use when their children are being strange.
There was no accident. There is no record of an accident. There is no surgeon who can be found, no trauma center admission, no police report. I have looked everywhere. Nothing. The truck that crossed the median crossed it in a world that, as far as I can tell, no longer exists.
But I remember it. I remember the lights in the waiting room. I remember the exact words the surgeon used about the next seventy-two hours. I remember my mother crying until falling asleep against my father's shoulder. I remember the weight of my own phone in my hand at 9:40 when it rang with the worst news of my life. I know with absolute clarity I did not dream that. I lived in that world for several hours, then revised the event that had built it, and woke up in a completely different one.
That's the part I can't make anyone believe, and I've stopped trying. The people who were in that waiting room with me were my parents, and in this world, they were never there, because there was never a reason to be. I am, as far as I can tell, the only person carrying the memory of a night that got overwritten. Sometimes that thought feels like the loneliest thing in the world. Most of the time, though, it feels like the most sacred.
That's when I really understood what Missy had been telling me all along.
She had always said the law of assumption isn't a way of getting things. The law of assumption is actually a description of what reality is.
She said the outer world has no power of its own—that it is, all of it, the outpicturing of consciousness, and that there is no event so solid that it sits outside that law. I had believed her about jobs and relationships, but I had not understood, until that morning, that she meant everything. That the past is not a fixed shore we stand on. It is part of the shadow, too. And the shadow rearranges itself around whatever state we are willing to fully, completely, unshakably assume.
What I want people to understand is this. I am not telling you that every tragedy can be undone, because I don't know that, and I would never say it to a family in the middle of one. I don't know why it worked for me that night. I don't know if it was the stillness, or the clarity, or the particular hour, or grace, or something I'll never have a word for. I have never been able to do anything like it since, and I have never tried, because some doors you walk through once and understand you were not meant to go through them again.
But I know what I lived. I know I sat in a waiting room and was told to prepare to lose my brother, and I refused that world and built another one in my imagination, completely, for hours, and then I woke up inside it. I know my brother is alive and whole and annoying and texting me about charging cables, in a world that has no memory of nearly losing him.
And I know that the only person who has to carry the other world is me. I've made my peace with that. Someone has to remember how close it came, so they never forget what this law actually is.
What I want people to understand is that this work isn't about pretending reality is something it's not. It's about realizing that the story you keep telling yourself about your past is shaping who you're being right now, and who you're being right now is creating what comes next. When I zeroed in my focus and I changed the inner story, the outer one followed. It always does, because it has to.
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Selective Amnesia
Selective amnesia is discipline.
You are not obligated to remember a version of yourself that no longer serves you.
Let's be honest: most of what you call "your personality" is just memorized reactions.
Memorized pain. Memorized limitations.
You replay them so often that they feel like facts.
They're not facts. They're rehearsals.
Selective amnesia is the conscious decision to stop rehearsing a dead identity.
You don't want to be the insecure one anymore?
Then why are you still referencing the moment that made you insecure?
You don't want to be the broke one?
Then why are you constantly bringing up the time you struggled?
You don't want to be the rejected one?
Then why is that story still your introduction?
At some point, you have to say:
"That version of me no longer exists."
And mean it.
Selective amnesia is refusing to emotionally reload old data.
It's hearing your brain try to pull up a memory and saying, "Irrelevant."
Not because it didn't happen.
But because it doesn't define you anymore.
Your brain will try to remind you. It likes familiarity.
Even painful familiarity feels safer than the unknown.
But growth requires identity death.
You cannot carry a corpse into your future and expect it not to rot.
So you forget. On purpose.
You forget the insults.
You forget the failures.
You forget the version of you that didn't know better.
And every time the old story resurfaces, you respond with:
"I don't remember that. That's not who I am."
Repetition turns it into truth.
This is not about suppressing trauma. If you are in real danger or need help, seek it.
Safety comes first. Always.
But once you are safe?
You are allowed to choose who you are next.
Selective amnesia is power.
It is refusing to let the past audition for a role in your future.
You don't owe your history loyalty.
You owe yourself evolution.
I need help manifesting SP 0. I've been procrastinating for months on finishing the script, and I finally finished it last year. I specified that she will find me through the internet, and I included two specific apps. At the end of February, my family is going to the beach, and I'll be alone, so I want to manifest going to the beach with my SP 0 on the same date. How do I do this? The month is already halfway through, I've been detached for 5 days, and nothing... I confess I haven't used any specific method either. Besides, I need this manifestation because some events will only happen if I have my SP 0. Some people say not to be too specific because you can't control everything, and others say to be as detailed as possible...
I used to want to manifest every tiny detail as well. That wasted my time for literal years. I suggest blanket affirmations and the end result you want. Sure you can affirm “SP came on this vacation with me.” Also affirm “I had the perfect vacation at the beach,” “me and SP are dating,” “I always get what I want.”
You CAN manifest specific details 100%. Many people in Sammy Ingrams community have done that (I’ll link success stories below). But for me, I’m very lazy, and wanting every detail to be perfect literally wasted years for me bc I was so OCD about it. I recommend affirming “miracles always happen,” “my life is perfect,” “my life is so beautiful,” “I’m dating SP,” and let it happen NATURALLY. Bc for me personally every time the manifestations came it felt so natural I forgot it was even a manifestation bc ig I shifted realities or wtv.
Jan 31, 2026 - law of assumption success. See more ideas about success stories, manifestation, affirmations.
Moved away to another country alone at 15, changed my whole face, got my dream body, changed my bone structure, changed my height and weight. I get money out of nowhere. Got my dream house for almost free (Tuscan house) get spoiled daily, got my dream bf. Have a luxury life, live in my dream city. Changed everything about my appearance (teeth, height, weight, hair, face, side profile, nose, jawline, paler skin, long legs) eat and never gain weight. Don’t have a job. Have amazing friends. Got pretty privilege, much clothes I’ve dreamed of, get spoiled by random people, always getting paid for. And much more, just because I affirmed and pressist.
"How I became a master shifter (+ why methods aren't working for you"
Hello! I've been seeing a lot of disinformation lately, and I've noticed that some people might need help, so I wanted to chime in. I can shift whenever I want, and I see a LOT of limiting beliefs—but I understand because I was once on the other side.
Disclaimer: This is all based on my personal experience with how I became a master shifter.
You'll want to read everything—it's important.
(!!!!! This isn’t an original post of mine, I don’t remember where I found it but it’s from a deactivated acc and I don’t know if she/he’s in another acc on here!!!)
𝗩𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘆𝗲𝘀.🪷ᝰ.ᯓᡣ𐭩要有光
i am not a buddhist nor a Hindu myself. I am a practicing Orthodox Christian. But when it comes to searching for shifting /loa /manifesting /spiritualism? i'll take whatever i can find. Now look, these ancient teachings don't have a magic wand that says "lets just jump in there" ,but they do have a pretty powerful "shortcuts" that will instantly plunge the mind into that void. Specifically, Vijnana Bhairava Tantra, the esoteric branch of Hinduism, offers 112 different methods for instantly stopping the mind and pushing it into that void.
First of all, ''the space between two breathes'' (Kumbhaka) In buddhism and hinduism, the greatest secret is that microscopic moment when one breath ends but another doesn't begin. That moment is when you disconnect from this world. And yeah it has an easy way.. breathe in, breathe out. Stop at the exact second u exhale. Focus on the silence that occurs when your lungs are empty. That void is actually your shifting gateway. The longer you prolong those seconds, the more your physical body begins to fade away. And oh, also, be careful and start SLOW. Cause If u do it incorrectly or forcefully, you may experience dizziness, stress, or even fainting...
Second thing ive found is.. "Neither this nor that" (Advaita Vedanta) That is the fastest way to eliminate the mind (the logical left lobe of ur brain). In shifting, every time you say, "i am this, i am here," you are anchored to that reality. Lie down in bed and say to everything that crosses your mind that; Is your body tingling? "nope that's not me." or did you hear a sound? "that's not me." did a thought come to ur mind? "that's not me." Basically reject everything until nothing remains. That remaining pure "awareness" is the void itself... What remains? According to Vedanta, the unchanging, observing pure awareness. That is, the inner, "observing thing." They call it Atman, and surprisingly, it is said to be the same as Brahman. So, individual self = universal reality. Non duality? it's easy to understand, but quite difficult to live with. cause the mind is constantly addicted to labeling itself, saying "this is who i am, this is what i am." it's like stripping the mind bare, leaving it completely exposed. You shed layers upon layers. And the human ego doesn't exactly love that, mind you...
Now ''Dharana'', think of the discipline of The Hierophant card. Instead of dividin the mind into a thousand pieces, confining it to a single point allows reality to break...Close your eyes and focus only on that point between your eyebrows,aka the 3rd eye, or just a single white spot in your mind. Think of nothing else. After a while, the mind will give a "system error" and throw you back into that single point, into the void. Dharana, in yoga, means concentration. But not at the level of "alrigh i put my phone down and focused for 5 minutes." It means literally fixing your mind on a single object. Thr rule is lowkey simple.. If the mind wanders, u bring it back. If it wanders again, you bring it back again. ''Dharana'' focus, ''Dhyana'' uninterrupted flow, meditation; ''Samadhi'' complete union, dissolution of the sense of "self"....
The easiest way to do this is actually to "stop searching." Theres a saying in buddhism that "as long as you keep searching, you won't find, because the seeker is what she seeks." You think shifting is about going somewhere "out there," but these teachings say, "Youre already everywhere, you just choose to focus on this body." Stop "trying to go." Try relinquishing this reality as if you were already there. By releasing the energy of the 4 Pentacles aka the holding on energy, and 9 Wands, in your cards, and simply "being" like The Sun, that door will open by itself.
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