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shifting is basically just having answers to questions you were forced never to ask, its having the opportunity to choose, to love as slow and deep. its choosing yourself, above all else. extending your love that has no where to go in this reality, to a place where it has everywhere to be. shifting is for you! it is very, very simple and easy, it is whatever you want it to be.

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⁠✧⁠*⁠。 ᜏᜎᜅ᜔ ᜐᜄᜓᜆ᜔ ᜐ ᜆᜈᜓᜅ᜔ ᜃᜓᜅ᜔ ᜊᜃᜒᜆ᜔ ᜃ ᜋᜑᜎᜄ᜶

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you doubt your abilities bc you see shifting as something to earn and not something you already have🧐

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thank you shifting because this inferiority complex that corrupts our nation and culture and the damn colonizers that pushed this narrative against will rot and be cursed, not with the bugs and soil because thats too soft for the sins they left behind but with the burden of guilt, every complex, system, and belief they forced upon us.

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oh old valyria... how i miss u.

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DR MEMORY UNLOCKED — ᜊᜒᜊᜒᜅ᜔ᜃ

bibingka . a type of baked rice cake in Filipino cuisine that is cooked in a terracotta oven lined with banana leaves and is usually eaten for breakfast or as merienda, most notably Christmas.

The first time Yoongi spoke to me after we collided on the hill at age 10 (because I was chasing a guinea pig), rolled down a great height, bled and cried the little kids we were. Before I was pretty sure he cursed me, he called me by my nickname: “Bibingka.” It rolled out of his tongue oven-lined, not perfect for its first time, thick and coated with his Korean accent. It tipped me over the edge so much that I actually never hated being called bingka by my family any longer—

Whenever my tita or tito calls me over with bibingka or bingka, my cheeks don’t flush with thorny embarrassment, instead, it blooms with rememberance and his voice echoes just as much as the Karaoke machine around one of the rooms.

Yoongi never gets why my family calls me bibingka. (I forgot its origin the moment it rolled off his foreign tongue, my ancestors are rolling their eyes all the way that they are possessed, believe me).

“They use it to tease me,” I told him one time, mid-slurp of his jajangmyeon. The truck passing by muddled over my words, but he managed to hear. (He always does, Yoongi is like that). “Back home, a boy named Leon used to call me all sorts of names, he accidentally called me bibingka in front of my family one day.” I shrug, bowl nearly empty, my chopsticks trying to cling on to 2-inch noodles.

Yoongi brings some of his serving to my bowl and asks with a raised brow, “Why bibingka?”

I rolled my eyes. “Because it was sunset, we were at the beach,” I scoff, bringing the last of my food to my mouth. Yoongi was tapping his fingers away on the table, listening, listening, desperate to know. “My skin looked yellow and all over the place when the sun hit me.” I say, as I looked out the window. “I’m sure it still does now.”

Yoongi’s silent for a bit. I’m sure he’s observing the way the sun is splitting itself from the glass, pouring over my skin and spilling in all the right places. “Not because you’re sweet?”

My chopsticks danced around the bowl as I put it down, my gaze changing as I shrugged. “I was a brat,” A sigh escaped my nose heavily, he was nearly finished with his food. “I’m sure you know.”

Yoongi raises a brow and smiles. That damn, gummy smile. He does that thing—where he’s fixing his helix piercing as he thinks, like it helps him collect his words. It’s endearing, I could watch him close his eyes and hiss, watch the cogs in his head turn and pull over. Yoongi’s endearing, gently so, and it doesn’t help that he’s right in front of me. “Bibingka has a rough edge,” He reminds me.

I scoff, and he stretches from his seat. “Seriously, it’s rough in the edges, soft and texturey on the rest, sweet overall…” He sighs, looking out of the window with his chin resting on his palm. Yoongi’s eyes scan me under the sun. “It seems like you.”

And damn, I had to believe him then.

AHHH TANGAMA I NEED HIM NOW.

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Hand porn by Min Yoongi

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turn your 3D pain into dr emotion (just pretend)

today i want to share something that came to me during a lowkey intense emotional spiral. you know how discouraging it can feel when the 3D keeps reminding you that you’re not in your dr yet. you affirm, you script, you visualize, you even believe, and then you open your eyes and see the same room and world. still here all over again.

lately i’ve been trying to shift to my hogwarts dr and for some reason it just hasn’t happened. and today i actually felt almost sick. my body felt heavy, my emotions were all over the place and i honestly started spiraling into self doubt.

but then i thought, what if i just pretend?

not pretend like this isn’t real but pretend that the emotions i’m feeling right now (sadness, frustration, even anger) are actually coming from my dr.

in my hogwarts dr i get to have so much fun, yes, but let’s be real, voldemort is literally out there and there’s war, fear and danger. there are nights when the air feels tense and heavy and i miss home or feel scared for my friends. there are moments when i sit alone in the castle courtyard or by the lake and cry, not because i’m not there yet but because i am there, and life is still complex and emotional and hard sometimes.

so now i’m literally sitting in my garden while feeling this wave of sadness and imagining that it’s not from my shifting struggles, but because i just got out of a dada class where we discussed the return of voldemort. so i’m worried, i’m angry. and it makes sense.

so feel what you feel, but filter it through your dr. act as if that sadness or discouragement is happening there, not here. don’t fight the emotion, redirect it.

suddenly your 3D follows the storyline and you’re not failing. the shift isn’t only about joy or magic or glamor, it’s also about being emotionally present in the dr. so if you’re hurting today, try to pretend.

maybe this is the scene right before you actually shift.

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The best advice I can give for those who manifest and shift is this: trust yourself.

Trust yourself, your feelings, your intuition. Do what feels right for you, not for anyone else.

For a long time, I searched for answers outside of myself. I spent hours and hours reading forum, watching videos, looking for confirmation. I wanted to know if I was doing everything the "right" way, if someone else could tell me, “Yes, this is okay.” But that external search, while sometimes helpful, also pulled me away from what truly mattered: my inner voice.

And the truth is, no one can know better than you what works for you. No technique is universal, no path is the same. Manifestation/ shifting are personal experiences. And your greatest power doesn’t lie in a method or a technique, but in the trust you place in yourself.So if today you feel confused, uncertain, or in need of validation… take a breath. Go within. Listen.

You know more than you think. The change you’re looking for starts right there.

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You’ll probably accidentally shift to parallel realities and things will be random for no reason.

My coffee maker that used to be silver has now been copper for the past month. Someone I know had a big white truck then one day just randomly had a small brown one with zero explanation. And now I’ve been seeing my daughter’s hairs all over even though she doesn’t exist here lmao (she has curly blonde hair, mine is curly and black).

And honestly most people have at least one weird randomness story. Because shifting is natural. It’s a beautiful paradoxical natural yet strange part of you. So take it easy, think of a weird randomness story you probably have, and chillax. It’s literally just you.

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SHIFTING VAUNT,

I'm so grateful for discovering shifting, so incredibly grateful to myself for bouncing back in believing every time. I'm grateful for manifestation, I'm so grateful I manifested my list of beliefs already, like, it's already within me—every thing that I shift for is within me. All my 'blockages' are simply obstacles that I can pass through, they are not me, in any shape or form, nor in any formless energy. I release them for they were never mine to begin with, I was influenced. I let go. I rip open my subconscious to let the solution flow in; my affirmations, my gratefulness, my love, my everything, myself. Shifting is for me, it's effortless and it's formless. Just as I am. I am. I am. I am. I love how I don't feel fear when shifting! (Because why would I?) I don't even question it, I knooooow it's mine, I know it's real. I thoroughly believe even if other people say otherwise, even if any other "I believe. . ." prayer says otherwise. I believe in shifting. I love the process of shifting! It's like walking through a door, or going under water. It's all calm and tranquil, and so, incredibly quick. And news flash, I can do that effortlessly. It's not even a news flash, it's normal for me. I've been doing it ever since I was a child, ever since I was born. It is my birthright, no other law or paper work can say other wise.

I love shifting so much. And shifting loves me just as much.

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✷✷ I'll be so timelessly pretty in my IR, it's not fair.

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i’m not even a big sabrina fan. 😭 i like a handful of songs and that’s about as far as it goes, i’m just tired of women getting hate for everything they do. a woman wants to be modest? you’ll say she’s a prude, that she’s a pick-me. a woman wants to be sexual? you’ll say she’s a whore, that she’s demeaning herself. women cannot win and it’s time we just do whatever the fuck we want.

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WHAT DID I TELL YOUUU

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How I'll be acting tonight if we don't receive ot7 pics ++ solo Yoongi selcas

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✷ — I understand my twin brother so well.

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Reminder; shifting is as easy as you make it be