shifting and loa are real and i see you shaking, babe.
AKA what your soul needs to hear rn. seriously, pause and listen.
come here. sit down. let me rub glitter on your spine and scream at the world for you.
you’re not “trying too hard.”
you’re grieving a reality you haven’t even touched yet because it lives in your chest.
you’ve said goodnight to people who don’t exist here but god do they feel more real than anyone who’s ever texted you back.
you’ve memorized the curve of someone’s voice in your DR like it was scripture.
you’ve built entire cities inside your eyelids.
you’ve tried to fall asleep in the arms of an entire universe and woke up alone.
this isn’t a joke. this isn’t a “phase.” this isn’t some escapist tumblr trend for pastel soft girls and sleepy boys who just want to go kiss anime characters. even if it was. that would STILL be sacred.
not because the law doesn’t work. not because “you’re doing it wrong.” not because you’re not god.
it’s hard because you are god in a meat suit.
because you are infinite, divine, explosive, magnetic, massive, trapped inside something that needs water to survive and still cries over people who ghosted you.
you are the entire cosmos funneled into a nervous system that flinches when a door slams too loud.
you are light and plasma with a frontal cortex that gets panic attacks when it smells the wrong cologne.
not because it’s stronger than you.
but because it deserves tenderness.
too many people say “just ignore the 3D” and while that’s correct—it’s not complete.
they forget there’s a heartbeat in this equation.
there are inner children here.
there are people still processing grief.
there are trauma loops that don’t vanish just because you intellectually know they’re not real.
there’s a difference between saying “circumstances don’t matter” and acting like people don’t matter. and i won’t stand for the second one.
you matter even if you’ve never shifted.
you matter even if you can’t visualize for shit.
you matter even if your affirmations are tired mumbling at 3am through tears and cracked lips.
you matter even if you’ve been trying for 5 years.
you matter even if you stop trying.
you matter even if you get angry at the law.
you matter even if you forget you’re god sometimes.
you’re not failing. you’re healing while remembering.
you are processing centuries of generational fear in a single lifetime.
you are alchemizing flesh into frequency.
you are loving something so deeply, so fiercely, that it literally bends time.
you are loving something so deeply it bends time.
that is what shifting is.
it’s a love story with yourself across the multiverse.
it’s a soul so feral about its truth that it will keep knocking until the stars rearrange.
what you’re reaching for?
what you’re breathing into every night?
that is the opposite of weak. that is sacred.
now let’s talk about those quiet nights.
the ones where you stare at your ceiling and whisper to your DR like it can hear you.
where you beg to go home.
and i know you don’t even mean your physical home.
you mean the place that feels like home. the one that lives in your bones.
the one where your name is loved like a prayer and not mispronounced like an inconvenience.
the one where someone strokes your hair and says “you made it.”
that’s the bravest ache in the world.
they don’t see you crying for a fictional world that feels more real than the one that bruised you.
they laugh and say “just write a story.”
but you’re not writing a story.
you’re trying to return to one.
you’re a soul with a homing beacon.
a compass made of longing and memory.
you know what’s waiting for you and you won’t let anyone take that from you.
and that makes you terrifying.
you do not need trauma to deserve rest.
you do not need a diagnosis to deserve compassion.
you do not need proof to be believed.
you do not need to be impressive to be worthy.
being a manifestor is enough.
being a shifter is enough.
and if your journey is quiet right now
if you’re doubting everything
if the affirmations feel fake
if the subliminals hurt to hear
if the scripting feels pointless
if you haven’t even tried in a week
that does not mean you’ve failed.
it means you are in a cocoon.
and cocooning looks like giving up.
and surrender is sacred, too.
you are not a glitch in the loa community just because your story is taking longer.
when you manifest that love, that body, that reality, that version,
it won’t be because you forced it.
it will be because you remembered how to receive.
let your body catch up to what your soul already knows.
you better sob like it’s a fucking ritual
and i’ll hold you the whole time.
you didn’t make up this yearning.
you’ve touched those worlds in dreams.
you’ve felt their weight in your bones.
you’ve had deja vu from realities you haven’t lived here.
you’ve walked into rooms and smelled the perfume of people who don’t exist on this side.
you’ve heard music that doesn’t play on this frequency.
you’ve caught glimpses in mirrors of eyes that weren’t quite yours.
and that wasn’t imagination.
and i promise, when you close your eyes tonight, even if your chest is heavy and your hope feels faint,
there’s a version of you waiting with arms wide open whispering:
“i never stopped believing in you either.”
put glitter in it if you want.
and try again tomorrow if you feel like it.
because that’s the thing about you.
even when the world tells you not to.
and if that’s not divine…
“Live with love. Embrace the pain, the frailty and the moments so unbearably shameful. Forgive yourself… Again and again, endlessly. Because everything… begins from there.”
love, your glitzy, overly emotional, violently sparkly, scream-hugging friend who believes in you more than oxygen.
