when people say "ignore the 3D" i always noticed how they just didn't elaborate, and for a long time that frustrated me to the point where i would avoid practicing loa because i didn't understand it and not one person would explain it in a way that made sense to me. im the type of person that needs things spelled out in a more detailed, realistic way, while most posts talkng about loa and manifestation are more abstract and conceptual. im not saying this is a bad thing, its just a different way to explain the law that makes sense to some but not to others.
so, now that i finally understand loa, im gonna explain it in a way that i wish someone would have done for me lmao
ignoring the 3D doesnt mean to stop living in your cr, to stop functioning and shut down, ignoring all responsibilities. it means to look at the outer world and accept it as the reality your PAST thoughts created. your PAST assumptions. reality has a bit of a delay for a lot of people (not all, but i've seen a great majority of people talk about how they struggle with it), in the sense that when affirming that they have their dream life or they've shifted, its not instantaneous like a lot of posts say it should be.
this delay reminds me of how light takes time to reach the earth. there are stars that are so far away from us, that when we look at them, we're seeing them YEARS in the past, probably centuries. the light of our own sun takes 8 minutes to reach us. when we see the sun, we're seeing what it looked like 8 minutes ago. there is a delay in what you see, but that doesn't mean that what you WANT to see isnt coming.
ignoring the 3D simply means that you see the reality around you, and you calmly accept that it's what your PREVIOUS assumptions created, and you continue to focus on affirming. intrusive thoughts going "but where is it? why isnt it here yet????" IGNORE THEM. shake your head like an etch a sketch and persist in affirming. live in the end, as in assume you already have it, and act as such.
ignore the 3D as in realizing that reality is created by you and your dominant subconscious thoughts, and is waaaaayyyyyyy more malleable than you first thought. nothing is set in stone, reality is fluid and ever changing.
took a nap. got semi lucid in a dream. decided not to go lucid and shift just to see where the plot goes. instantly regretted it upon waking up. why did i think it would be more interesting than fucking shifting 😭
love the fact that there's simultaneously in the multiverse a me that's scheming to overthrow the government, a me that's baking christmas cookies with her wife and children, and a me that's making dumb ass tier lists on live stream while hiding behind a silly vtuber model and getting (affectionately) bullied by her chat
i love shiftblr because wym i can yap about something in relation to my dr or s/o or just me missing the ppl in my dr and ppl would like my posts and reblog and interact?? wym ppl care enough about my dr enough to ask about it?? as someone who have been ridiculed for talking too much about my fandoms (which i now shift to ahem), love yall shiftblr (esp my moots!).
finding shifters in the wild (pinterest) is so jarring 😭 it’s like a little treat especially when their account has like 1k + like you’re a cool loser AND your famous?? awesomeness.
quite ironic for someone who scripts a bit more than the bare minimum, but what i look forward to experiencing the most in my drs is the totally unscripting the shit. the people i did not plan on meeting, the surprising little moments, the shocking twists— everything that makes it so real.
i have to face it. I am an attention whore. do you please have any attention scenarios for you fame dr? my imagination is running wild but apparently its not enough. thank you emma
oh.....let me get the lobster pot to boil over with this amount of paprika i'm about to spill in it..... alright, let me crank the dial to delulu danger zone. we’re sprinkling so much paprika that it’s almost illegal. here’s your fame dr scenarios, extra spicy, dripping with main character energy all around.........
main character energy fame dr scenarios (a mouthful)
the press conference meltdown, but make it iconic™ : you’re sitting at a sleek white desk, YSL sunglasses on, looking like you’re allergic to daylight. the reporters are hanging on your every word, and you just casually drop a bomb about your latest project—a memoir or a line of ethically sourced silk scarves—that makes the room gasp. bonus: you dramatically walk out halfway through because you “refuse to answer questions about your personal life.”
the paparazzi frenzy : you’re stepping out of a café holding the most photogenic latte in the history of caffeine. paparazzi swarm. you shield your face with a prada bag, but it’s all for show because you know the lighting is chef’s-kiss. later, the photos are trending on twitter with captions like, “[...] stuns unattainable cosy girl vibes in a $10k fit.”
award show scene-stealer : picture this: the cameras pan to you during someone’s acceptance speech, and you’re subtly laughing with the person next to you, absolutely stealing the moment. the next day, your side-eye is a viral GIF. period.
the diva move (with a soft side) : you’re late to a movie premiere because your stylist’s dog had an emergency, and you insisted on staying to help. everyone forgives you because your arrival look is jaw-dropping, and you tearfully tell the story on the red carpet, winning hearts.
the mysterious disappearance™ : you’re at the height of your fame, and then—poof—you vanish. no instagram posts, no sightings, nothing. just rumours. then, months later, you’re spotted on a yacht in the amalfi coast wearing a silk robe, smoking something thin and french, with a rumoured manuscript on the table next to you. well, yes.
the random acts of fame™ : a random person on tiktok posts a “when i met [...]” story where you gave them a signed notebook and said something deeply profound. the world collectively sighs, “she’s just like us.... but better.”
the charity gala scene : you’re the last to arrive at a high-profile charity gala. the room goes silent as you walk in, dripping in vintage couture, and people literally part like the red sea. later, you casually drop $5 million on the auctioned item just because. the headlines write themselves: “[...] saves the poor orphans.”
the intense elevator meeting : you’re stuck in an elevator with a legendary director and casually pitch them an idea—just off the cuff, no big deal. six months later, you’re co-writing the script, and it’s getting oscar buzz. people can’t decide if they love you or envy you more.
the parties that become a myth : you host an intimate annual soirée, but the guest list is INSANE—models, authors, and musicians, all saying cryptic things like, “she just gets it.” nobody posts on social media, but whispers about the vibe—candles, endless cocktails, a jazz band playing in the corner—make it into magazines.
the award show sabotage : you present an award, but instead of reading the teleprompter, you go off-script with a speech about how awards don’t define art (and how george clooney's 2006 oscar speech was just him calling himself out as an arrogant cunt). the audience doesn’t know whether to boo or cheer. later, in an interview, you say, “i said what i said.” wow.
the festival sightings : you’re spotted at an arts festival—not coachella, too obvious—but something more arcane like sundance or venice biennale. you’re wearing something so understated and perfect that fashion blogs can’t stop writing about it. bonus: you give one cryptic interview that sounds like a haiku.
the library paparazzi moment : you’re photographed in a second-hand bookshop holding a stack of rare poetry collections. you look..... impossibly chic, and the photo becomes the default aesthetic for moody pinterest boards. people start asking, “does she even own a phone?”
the award show whispers : you’re seated between two mega a-listers at an awards show. the camera keeps catching you whispering something to one of them, and they’re losing it. you’ve said nothing to the press, but twitter is asking with “what did [...] say???” for three straight days.
the surprise duet : you unexpectedly step into someone else’s live concert and perform a duet. it’s messy but charming, and everyone declares it “raw, unfiltered art.” spotify streams of your old music skyrocket overnight.
the big movie premiere exit : you attend a premiere but don’t stay long—just enough to dazzle everyone on the red carpet. hours later, someone spots you at a tiny jazz club across town, sitting in the corner sipping a cosmo and listening to a saxophonist.
i've come across a few posts on both tumblr and tiktok of people saying the first time they shift will be the last (permashifting) which is amazing and i'm indescribably happy for them— but the point of me making this post is to remind shifters that shifting doesn't have to end at you dr (if that's not what you want).
you and i have the whole universe at the palm of our hands, the universe is infinite, we are infinite.
permashifting to my waiting room is just the beginning.
i want to be an interpreter, i want to live in my home country during the 90s, i want to live in rouen france stargazing on a rooftop with my best friend, i want to be a fashion designer traveling the world with a townhouse in new york, i want to be a nepo baby with a strange name traveling with my adopted parents, i want to be an addams in the 1991 film, i want to have superpowers and live in the marvel comic universe, i want to live in a cyberpunk city, i want to be a pokemon trainer, i want to be one of miss peregrine's peculiar children, i want to be an earthbender, i want to experience infinity.
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