â âEVERIE /ËrÉv(É)ri/ : a state of being pleasantly lost in dreamlike thoughts; origins deriving from words meaning madness or delirium. âËâ
picture this: london, 1857. nobody speaks of magic anymoreâand why would they? it's a dangerous, barbaric thing. and yet, if you look close enough, you might be lucky enough to find a bookstore with floating stories; or a teashop where the tea pours itself and the waitresses sprinkle fairydust into the pots; or a girl you pass on the street who has tall, furred ears hidden beneath her bonnet. but no, you mustn't mention or even think of anything to do with 'magic.'
unless⊠something were to change that? well! that is exactly what is happening at the moment, because ever since the reverie theatre opened, all that social stigma began to dissipate. not in over 200 years has magic been so overtânot right where everyone can see. perhaps even the queen herself may take a trip to see one of their famed shows, and decide for herself if she believes this is a cause worth investing in.
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ever since their closing down in the year 1636 due to a newfound hatred of magic, all traces of the esteemed stage had faded away to the point that nobody remembered them at all. who would've thought that after so long, a 300-year-old witch would decide to revive the magic scene?
come one, come all to the reverie theatre, where your dreams and fantasies come to life! feast your eyes and open your hearts to the beautiful stories performed in an enchanted auditorium brought back to its former glory. no matter what kind of person you are, there is no denying that nobody comes out of a reverie show unchanged.
with a shifting stage, magical costumes, and an outstanding cast & crew, the reverie theatre truly is a place of wonder and pure joy.
of course, what is a marvellous performance without costumes?
although a tad eccentric amongst the general public, her kookiness is certainly accepted in the company of her fellow troupe. tangled hair and way too many ruffles, lisa everleigh has an impeccable eye for fashion and a strange taste in room decor.
you may recognize lisa from her overly styled hair, or her many pieces of clothing unconventionally layered over each other, or her far-off look as she dawdles through the halls of the theatre. but you'll know it's her the second she wears that wide-toothed grin and she starts spouting idea after idea about her next project, or about the lavish dinner she had in that new restaurant, or how excited she is to watch the next rehearsal, orâoh, did you see the new carpet at the front door? it's absolutely divine!
ever since she was a child, her practice of magic was like second nature to her. she never understood why the adults around her shunned her anytime she'd display any form of witchery. however, one day during her early adolescent years, she saw a tall, beautiful woman with hair like autumn leaves and a striking plum-coloured dress passing through their small village. she stood out amidst the dullness of the town, and something about her captivated lisa immensely.
she decided to approach herâalbeit timidlyâand learned the woman was heading back to london for some "important business." now, maybe it was something in lisa's eyes that day, or maybe it was the way she kept gawking at the stranger with an air of childlike wonder, but the lady could tell in that moment that something was different about this child. she then knowingly asked her: "do you believe in magic?"
that day, lisa decided to leave home and go off with this mysterious woman, whom she learned was named "maribelle. madame maribelle." maribelle had told her she was working on a very big project which was nearing completion, and she had a feeling that lisa could play a big role there. now, the young girl could never have imagined what exactly she was getting into!
since the day she joined the reverie theatre, one might assume lisa has changed a lot; she certainly seems more quirky, bubbly, and fashionableâbut really, she has always been this way. itâs just that she is now in a place that feels more like home than the place she was raised in ever did!
while she enjoyed being put on stage during her rookie days at the theatre, she'd always perk up anytime the question about costumes came into play. even at home, she'd try her best to spice up her drab wardrobe at any opportunity. the day she found maribelle splayed on her fainting couch, stressing about how she'd somehow find somebody to make costumes without letting them know about their plot, was the day lisa asked if she could try making a costume. then one costume became ten, and ten became twenty, and soon enough she found herself spending less time on stage and more in her bedroom, which later became a studio for her creativity to flourish.
through the front door, down the stairs, through the next door that very clearly states "crew only," and down the corridor to your left with colourful tiled walls, is where you'll find lisa's studio. masks hang low from the chandelier, peeking through sheets of fabric draped across the ceiling. racks full of costumes line the walls, squished hangers jutting out as she clearly ran out of space. boxes of tutus, petticoats, & shawls cover the floor, and ribbons & lace spill out of open drawers. the table in the centre is her main workspace, of courseâusually with her mannequin all dolled up next to it. buttons are strewn across her sketches which lie across the table, and mini shelves & containers are placed along it, providing even more storage for her many trinkets and mockups.
farther down the room, away from the chaos, is her resting spaceâa sanctuary after a long day's work. her bed is tucked into a nook in the wall, while candles and books are scattered along the floor and her dresser. oh, you're asking for her? she's likely fussing over her mannequin or enjoying an accidental nap at the moment. any chance you could catch her another time?
was just hit with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude what the flip man I LOVE SHIFTING!!!!!! (i pulled an all nighter and am likely delirious rn) I LOVE SHIFTING!!!!!!!!!
another shifting event . . . ? well yes ! the 333 event is inspired by jtsblockâs circus event and laylasverseâs alphabet soup event, but with a focus on the parts of your dr that feel too niche, too specific, or too weird to share in casual conversation.
iă. . .ăthis event will run from the 21st to the 23rd of july. three days, three prompts to choose from for each day.Â
iiă. . .ăpick from one of the three prompts for the day and complete it for any reality, in any format that feels right. all the prompts can be completed however you want, however, the prompts on day two are tailored towards moodboards and other visual media.
iiiă. . .ăthe tag for this event is *333event.
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ăă. . .ăâ¶ădayăoneă;
lingua franca â what words or phrases exist only in your dr ? what do you call things that donât have names anywhere else ? this can be the little familect you developed over the years, or it can be an entire constructed language.
phantom limbs â what do you miss most about your desired reality when youâre in your current reality ? which physical sensation feels wrong or missing here ? maybe itâs the absence of someoneâs hand in yours, or the missing sound of a voice calling your name. what part of your realityâs body do you reach for that isnât there ?
midnight mass â what do you do in your dr when you canât sleep ? where do you go, what do you touch, how do you comfort yourself in the dark ?
ăă. . .ăâ¶ădayătwoă;
family portrait â your favourite member of your family, chosen or blood or something in between. who are they, and what do you feel about them that you canât quite put into words ?Â
love language â your private little rituals with your person, the small things that exist only between the two of you. what cafe knows both of your orders without asking ? what hobbies do you share and compete over with the kind of intensity that borders on ridiculous ? what tiny, seemingly insignificant things do you do for each other ?
faded photograph â your favourite moment in your dr, the one youâd freeze and live inside forever if you could. not just what happened, but how it felt to be alive inside it.
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ghost story â what haunts your dr ? not necessarily something supernatural, but the person who should be there but isnât, the conversation you never had, the choice that changed everything. what shadow follows you around even in your happiest moments ?
foolâs journey â where do you go in your dr when you need to remember who you are ? the location that feels more like home than home itself. what makes this place yours, and what do you do there that you canât do anywhere else ?
inheritance writ â what did you learn from someone else in your dr that you carry with you everywhere ? a skill, a turn of phrase, a way of seeing the world that someone taught you and now itâs become part of who you are. whose voice do you hear in your head, perhaps even more than your own ?
âIf I intended to shift to my DR why am I still seeing my CR?â
Ok letâs show you in real time why thatâs not true. Not invalidating your experience or feelings, but this will help you see what I mean.
First: Find a doorway between two rooms, or any place where you can move from Point A to Point B. You could do this at home when youâre calm, so people in public donât look at you like youâve lost your mind. But it can be anywhere.
Next: Grab your headphones. Put on a song. Any song, but make it LOUD if you can. If you canât handle loud, thatâs fine, just put it at a comfy volume, but if you can, crank it up.
Now: Close your eyes. CLOSE THEM. Do a make-shift blindfold if you have to, but keep them shut.
Youâre in Room A, music blasting, eyes closed.
Now, walk to Room B with your eyes still closed. Step through the doorway.
Youâre in Room B now, right? But the music you were hearing in Room A is still the same. The visualsâthe black behind your eyelidsâstill the same.
Soooo⊠how are you sure youâre in Room B?
âUh, because I walked there.â
Really? Are you sure about that? The sound didnât change. The visuals didnât change. So how do you know youâre in Room B?
âWell, duh, because I moved. I walked into Room B, and if I walk somewhere, I move there.â
Exactly. Thatâs shifting. You walked (intended, assumed, observed, used a lucid dream, void, meditatedâwhatever you do) and moved. does that mean youâre still in Room A?
The music from the âold realityâ is still playing. The visuals from âold realityâ are still there (eyes closed). But youâre in Room B.
It's why intention/action â guaranteed outcome.
You canât see it with your eyes closed, yet you know youâre there because you walked there.
The music and black behind your eyes are continuity, but the location changed instantly.
âSeeing = proofâ is false; action is the proof.
You choose to walk there using whatever works for you. It can be any view, law, method or technique. All of them are valid because theyâre all action.
âOkay but how do I open my eyes then?â
You donât need to. Thatâs the gag.
You thinking you need to open your eyes to see your DR is like saying you need to open your eyes to confirm youâre in Room B, when you already are. The visuals donât prove where you areâthe fact you moved (intended) proves where you are.
The urge to âopen your eyesâ comes from thinking youâre still in Room A because the music and visuals didnât change. But if you get why intention = outcome, you realize:
â You donât need visuals to confirm your DR.
â You donât need to âbreak the illusion.â The illusion breaks when you see it doesnât make sense to demand visual proof when action already happened.
If you really want to âopen your eyes,â then:
Recognize that you already have your DR because you intended it. See how absurd it is to think you donât have it just because youâre still hearing the âmusicâ of your CR.
Relax your mind, let go of âneeding to see,â and watch how your awareness starts letting in DR proofs in ways that feel natural.
â welcome. this is the space where the lines between practicality and spontaneity are completely blurred and also yes I am a proud hoarder- I mean collector (same thing) and no you canât and should not touch anything.
when I say that I donât get over anything ever and that everything lingers in my head for extended periods of time, I believe my room is a evidence as everything Iâve ever owned is stored somewhere within these four walls, painted in blue to represent serenity and inspiration (I wasnt thinking all that when I painted them I was just being different)
â here we have a sample of things that I keep in here that matter a lot to me. this is my way of indirectly showing off (although itâs really not much)
â buttons, buttons, and more buttons. This is not even me pretending, I always had a thing for buttons that I would actually get in trouble for it cause I would ruin clothes just by tearing the buttons off and keeping them⊠just because. I really like keeping them in bottles and jars and slap time stamps on emâ so If I find them one day while cleaning itâs like a time capsule like âlook at this jar of buttons from â87!!!â and nobody cares but me.
same with the heart shaped rocks except those are actually cool because I canât wrap my head around the fact these rocks are shaped this way spontaneously. Iâve deluded myself into thinking that Mother Nature makes these rocks for me and gives them to me as little souvenirs. Letâs not act like these donât matter I mean how many heart-shaped rocks have you seen in your lifetime? oh okay. Mother Nature loves me and she hates you.
the needles and threads are for the little modifications on my clothes whether it be adding a few patches to my jeans or whatever else I feel like doing. Did you know that I wanted to have a fashion based career before pursuing music? Before dropping out, my dream was becoming a fashion designer and I worked in one of those dry cleaning services in my underground days. Iâm glad I never went through with it because it clearly isnât a passion of mine, but at least i can avoid having wardrobe malfunctions on stage because I make my own clothes.
the dandelion jars are literally just wish jars, but I just found out that you can actually preserve these with like hairspray and stuff so thatâs what Iâve been doing and itâs really cool because now I wonât have to worry about throwing them out, them falling apart or withering away inside the jar. another win for me.
WON'T YOU SING WITH ME? a shifting event based on the english alphabet and inspired by @jtsblock's circus event.
ê° explore your desired realities alphabetically with different shifting prompts ê±
i. tag for event alphabetsoup.event
ii. dates this event will run from july first to july twenty-sixth. this event is supposed to be fun for you so don't worry if you skip a day or days or weeks!
iii. vague prompt ideas pick a reality that includes the letter of the day and create introductions, timelines, moodboards, edits, and playlists about them. you could answer asks or play ask games too! below are some other more specific prompts.
iv. thank you to everyone tagged in this post for creating such beautiful and inspiring posts! and an extra special thank you to emi ( @serpint1me ) for helping me put together some of these prompts!
v. participants @/laylasverse, @/rrezshifts, @/withluvvenus, @/jtsblock, @/moonyskarma, @/eddieisashifter, @/asishiftss, @/solstices-dreams.
WEEK 01 / ( A, B, C, D, E )
a, it's activity day on shiftblr! pick a shifting activity and do it with your chosen reality. you could turn to your fellow blogs to get some: @withluvvenus's song activity, who's most likely to, unscripted project, @elyssshft's pinterest activity, and many more around the way!
b, you remember the buddy system from kindergarten? yea, we're bringing that back. create a moodboard for a friend's desired reality!
i. please ask them before creating! we don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.
c, create a moodboard of your companions ( pets ) in your chosen reality.
d, who do you turn to first when you catch word of some new drama in your chosen reality? do you have any drama you'd like to share with us?
e, give us a list of the small elements of your chosen reality that have your heart.
WEEK 02 / ( F, G, H, I, J, K, L )
f, assign a few of your favorite things to your s/o or friends in your chosen reality.
g, what would a ' girls / guys / friends ' trip look like in your chosen reality?
h, what are your hobbies in your chosen reality? what do you do in your free time?
i, create an instagram post for your chosen reality!
j, the time has come for a rambling mess of info dumping. what are some thoughts about your chosen reality you've been juggling?
k, some people chose not to kiss and tell... but we won't tell anyone, promise! give us a rundown of your dating history in your chosen reality.
l, what would a lazy day look like in your chosen reality? no fighting a big bad or navigating difficult relationship dynamics, just a nice day in.
WEEK 03 / ( M, N, O, P, Q, R, S )
m, tell us about some of your favorite memories in your chosen reality.
n, hey! we're new in town... could you show us around your chosen reality?
o, create a moodboard of obscure or random thing about your chosen reality.
p, give us a tour of your pinterest board for your chosen reality.
q, so many questions and yet somehow there's still more to be asked. what are some things you wish someone would ask about your chosen reality? go ahead and answer them too!
r, who would you go on a cross country roadtrip with in your chosen reality? what snacks are you packing? where are you sitting in the vehicle?
s, need a day to spend talking anything and everything your s/o? here ya go! you could look to @solstices-dreams's ask game, @g1rlsp1ckins's ask game, or @junoshifts's ask game for questions.
WEEK 04 / ( T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z )
t, time is a fleeting thing. create moodboards of the versions of you in the passage of time in your chosen reality.
u, pick your own adventure! what adventure or outing can you not wait to do in your chosen reality?
v, if your chosen reality was a vinyl record, what would be the track list?
w, create a moodboard of your wardrobe in your chosen reality.
x, oh, no you need an x-ray! thankfully there was nothing harmful found. but they did find what makes up your soulâ wait what? thought this was a medical procedure not a soul read. anyway show us what they found.
y, why is your chosen reality something you want to experience? what called you to it?
z, zebra? zeppelin? zygote? uhh... i don't know. just post whatever you want! ( this is me throwing in the towel for this strange letter )
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