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You can create your desired reality a lot easier than you think.

you can receive you favored materialistic pleasures a lot easier than you think.

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More imagination practice !

make people lose interest in interrogating you

Make people lose interest in trying to control or humble you

make people lose interest in looking into your past/wanting to know your life story

make people lose interest in wanting to know your family/ family dynamic

make people uninterested in knowing your work/education history or ambitions

Making yourself lose interest in the past versions of yourself.

making yourself lose interest in past versions of people ( they don't come back or anything you just don't think about them or past interactions anymore)

Make yourself lose interest in your insecurities and flaws

Make yourself loose interest in feeling sorry for yourself

Make yourself lose interest in feeling sorry for others

*all in lovely and wonderful ways of course

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Delte it form your life file

Did something naive- delete it from your life file

Said something cringe - Delete it from your life file

Don't like a specific action- Delete it from your life file

Did something cringe - Delete it from you life file

entertain an unfavorable outcome- delete it from your life file

Don't like a specific person- delete them from your life file

Don't life a specific trait- delete it from your life file

want a specific experience- add it to your life file

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UNCOMMON things I've successfully manifested

(things haven't seen many posts about, but are actually quite beneficial)

Shorter and lighter menstrual cycle- went from having 4 day periods to 1.5 to 2 day periods.

Healthy and smooth bowel movement- when I tell you I spend less than 5 minutes on the toilet each time. No huffing or puffing or forcing anything out.

Powerful and satisfying orgasms each time I masturbate- this one doesn't really need an explanation

Feeling satisfied after a few bites of food- Even if it's my favorite foods. Pacing myself while i eat and enjoying the food, and not overeating and stuffing my face

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using ChatGPT to write a Stucky fanfic

Prompt: Give me a 2000 word fictional narrative times new Roman double spaced. Based on the following prompt. The setting is in Louisville Kentucky, 2024. Feel free to develop the characters in any way that you please and give them whichever characteristics and tone you’d like:

"Imagine, putting out a help-wanted for a volunteer personal assistant and caption America comes to you. Saying that he wants to be your personal assistant. Need to go to the store do your laundry and cook your food and basically do whatever work that you don’t wanna do.

And then imagine Bucky Barnes finding out and feeling a bit jealous that caption America gets to be around you and work for you so he shows up and begs to be a volunteer personal assistant too. And then the two basically fight over you, but like in a passive aggressive way, where one of them learns how to cook your favorite meal. And the other one does your laundry using techniques and fabric softeners that you favor. Basically they level up their skills and try to compete for your satisfaction and happiness and contentment with their work."

It was a warm Thursday morning in Louisville, Kentucky, in the year 2024. The sun cast a golden glow over the Ohio River, illuminating the city's bustling streets. You, Saber Monet, sat in your cozy apartment, sipping coffee and gazing out the window at the vibrant world below. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and you sighed contentedly. Life was good, but it could be even better with a little help.

Being a freelance writer was fulfilling, but it left you with little time for mundane chores like grocery shopping, laundry, and cooking. So, you decided to post a "Help Wanted" ad for a personal assistant, hoping to find someone reliable and trustworthy to help with the day-to-day tasks. You weren't expecting much, but when the email notification chimed, you nearly spilled your coffee.

"Captain America has applied for your position," read the subject line. You blinked, then laughed, thinking it was a joke. But when you clicked on the message, there was no denying it—Steve Rogers himself had applied to be your personal assistant.

His email was polite and straightforward. "Hello, Miss Monet," it read. "I've been looking for a way to be more helpful in the community, and your ad caught my eye. I'd be honored to assist with any tasks you need help with. Please let me know if you're interested."

You couldn't believe it. The Captain America, the hero of legends, wanted to work for you? You replied almost immediately, inviting him over to discuss the position. Within an hour, there was a polite knock on your door, and you opened it to find Steve Rogers, in his civilian clothes, smiling warmly.

"Hi, Saber," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Steve. Thanks for giving me this opportunity."

You shook his hand, still in shock. "Um, thanks for applying," you replied, feeling a bit starstruck. "Would you like some coffee?"

The interview went smoothly, and Steve was as kind and considerate as you imagined. He was humble about his superhero past, saying he was just looking for a way to give back to the community. He even offered to do some light repairs around the apartment, noticing a loose cabinet door and a leaky faucet. You agreed to hire him on a trial basis, hoping it wasn't a prank.

It wasn't. Steve Rogers proved to be an excellent personal assistant. He had a knack for organization, keeping your schedule in order and ensuring you had everything you needed for work. He even cooked a mean spaghetti carbonara, your favorite dish. It felt surreal to have a superhero making you dinner, but you weren't complaining.

Then came the day when Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, found out about Steve's new gig. He'd been keeping a low profile, trying to live a normal life after years of turmoil. But when he heard Steve was working for someone, he grew curious and decided to check it out.

It happened on a Saturday afternoon. You were at the grocery store with Steve, discussing the merits of organic produce, when a tall, muscular man with a metal arm walked up to you. It was Bucky Barnes, wearing a leather jacket and a sly grin.

"Steve, what's going on here?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You working for someone now?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah, just helping out a friend. This is Saber, my boss."

You smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit intimidated by Bucky's intense gaze. He was certainly more rugged than Steve, with his scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes. He looked you over, then glanced at Steve.

"So, you doing her laundry and stuff?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Steve shrugged. "Whatever she needs. It's not a big deal."

Bucky's grin widened. "Sounds fun. Mind if I help out too? I could use something to do."

You blinked in surprise. "Uh, sure, I guess. I could always use an extra hand."

Steve didn't seem thrilled about the idea, but he nodded. "If Saber's okay with it, I'm fine."

And so it began. Bucky started showing up at your apartment, offering to help with chores and errands. At first, it was a friendly competition between him and Steve. Bucky took pride in doing the laundry, using techniques and fabric softeners you'd never even heard of. Your clothes had never smelled so fresh.

Meanwhile, Steve focused on cooking and meal prep. He experimented with different recipes, trying to find your favorites. He even baked cookies, which turned out surprisingly well. You had to admit, having two superheroes vying for your approval was pretty sweet.

But as the weeks went by, the competition grew more intense. Bucky and Steve started getting passive-aggressive, each trying to outdo the other. Bucky would fold your clothes with military precision, while Steve would organize your pantry with the skill of a master chef. It was amusing to watch, but also a little exhausting.

One evening, as you sat in your living room, you heard them arguing in the kitchen. You crept to the doorway and listened.

"Steve, you don't have to do all this," Bucky was saying. "It's just laundry. You're overthinking it."

Steve sighed. "I'm just trying to make sure everything's perfect for Saber. She deserves the best."

Bucky scoffed. "Dude, she's a writer, not a queen. Relax a little."

Steve shot back, "At least I'm not using fabric softener that smells like a pine forest. You know she hates that."

Bucky's eyes narrowed. "Oh, so now you're a fragrance expert? What's next, you gonna start wearing cologne?"

You decided to intervene before the argument escalated. "Hey, guys," you called, stepping into the kitchen. "What's going on?"

Both men turned to you, looking a bit sheepish. "Nothing," Steve said quickly. "Just… discussing laundry techniques."

Bucky nodded. "Yeah, just giving him some pointers. No big deal."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, well, can we please stop arguing about laundry? It's just clothes. I appreciate both of you helping out, but let's not make it a competition."

They both nodded, apologizing for the disagreement. But you could tell there was still some tension between them. It wasn't just about the chores—it was about who could earn your favor. And honestly, you didn't want to choose between them.

Over the next few days, you decided to give them a break. You took care of some chores yourself, letting Steve and Bucky focus on other things. It gave them time to cool off and realize that their friendship was more important than a silly competition.

Eventually, they both came to you with an apology. Steve admitted he was being too competitive, while Bucky confessed he enjoyed spending time with you but didn't mean to cause trouble. You forgave them both and assured them that they were both valued and appreciated.

From then on, the rivalry eased, and they found a way to work together without the passive-aggressive bickering. Steve continued to cook, and Bucky took care of the laundry, but they did it with a sense of camaraderie rather than competition. It was a relief to see them getting along again.

As for you, you couldn't have asked for better personal assistants. Steve's meals were delicious, and Bucky's laundry skills were impeccable. But what mattered most was the friendship that blossomed between the three of you. It was a unique and unexpected bond that made life in Louisville a little brighter.

And as you sat on your balcony, watching the sunset with Steve and Bucky by your side, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the strange twist of fate that brought these two superheroes into your life. It was a reminder that even heroes needed a little downtime, and sometimes the best adventures happened in the most unexpected places.

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The one life advice I can give is to believe that you will get what you’re looking for. You’ll get the the house and the money, the friend, the social dynamic/interactions, the material things etc..

For me, I define belief as ‘a story that you keep telling’.

I make it a daily habit to ask myself, “Do I believe that ?” with the noise that goes on in my head.

And I’m basically asking myself: are you going to continue telling that story? Are you going to continue claiming that reality until it comes true?

If it’s not in front of you and it’s making you feel bad, question if you want to believe it.

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Something that I found to help me stop maladaptive daydreaming, is going into my Notes app and just writing out the stories that are currently in my head.

For whatever reason, as soon as I see it written out, the story loses its magic. And I’m talking about like two paragraphs worth of writing and I no longer care about the story.

In particular, there’s been a story that’s followed me for a long time, and it’s about this girl, and she marries a rich guy, and she came from like a poor background and there was always this feeling of not being enough for her. And like its been following me for years, feeling the intense feelings and emotions of the daydream , and for the past two days every time that story pops into my head, I go into my Notes app and write it, and what I’ve noticed is a lot less important.

And when I go to my Notes app, sometimes I do the voice to text feature to write out the story. I noticed that as soon as I listen to myself talking about the story out loud…it sounds so stupid. 😭😭

Like at this point, the story is not in my head. Even when I try to continue it, or think of it, I feel… Bored. No longer interest me or entices me. It no longer captures my attention. 

I’ve noticed that I do end up staying more present, and daily life is a little bit boring. But that kind of stable boring that you actually want.



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Future me is highly pleased with my work and efforts right now.

Future me is grateful and happy with what I'm doing right now.

Future me is grateful and happy with how much I'm doing right now.

Future me is thinking highly of me right now.

Future me is in love with me right now.

Future me is guiding me to her right now.

Future me is grateful and happy with her disposable income right now.

Future me has increased perfect buying power right now.

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people pleasing is acceptable only if the person is your future self:

anticipate her needs

try to gain her approval

crave her validation

give her compliments

give her gifts

change your personality to make her proud

fear her disappointment

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favorite affirmations right now

Everything is "figure out-able " for me.

I can figure anything out easily and quickly.

I can figure out any skill and technique.

I can grok any skill and technique I favor.

To "grok" means to understand something deeply and intuitively, to fully grasp or comprehend something, beyond memorization of facts or techniques. (example: people who cook well without having to follow a recipe or using exact measurements, they just know.)

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Take Cold showers to ignore the 3d

If you're in the loass community and want to practice the concept of

" ignore the 3d and persist" taking cold showers is the way to go!

why?

when you commit to taking cold showers you condition your brain to think wanted thought and abandon the negative one .

You quickly learn thinking negative thoughts like:

" this is hard"

"I cant do this"

"why am i putting myself through this? i could just stop rn" etc

only make the experience worse.

You learn to consciously choose to think wanted thoughts like:

"This will be over soon, this wont last long"

"I feel warm and toasty rn"

"I've already completed this, it's already done " etc.

Basically affirming your desired state and tapping into it and staying there. ( you gain resilience to stay in your preferred state). And you actually feel that way in real time. It feels bearable. It feels fine taking a cold shower.

Because If you start saying the negative thoughts again, the experience becomes miserable and you feel terrible and weak and you will want to quit. You can quite literally feel yourself shifting states based on the words you're saying.

My experience:

I started with 30 second cold shower and the next day 1:00 minute, then 1:30 the next and worked my way up to 3:00 minute cold shower today.

What I do is set the timer and affirm(out loud): " I feel nice and toasty right now", "this 3 minutes went by so quickly", "that was so easy" (affirming as my future self ) and I basically do that till the timer goes off.

This exercise definitely teaches you how to tap into your desired future self, and hold your future self's thoughts.

It's gotten so good that I've started automatically affirming how well my showers are going to go before I even step into the bathroom.

Before I used to think, "oh my gosh this cold shower's gonna be so uncomfortable. I'm gonna hate it", etc.

Now, whenever I think of a cold shower, I automatically think, "oh nice and toasty that's gonna go by so quick". And it feels nice to think about. It doesn't feel forced at all. It's become ingrained as a positive experience on my conscience and it took less than a week to do 🙌🏾

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question of the day:

do you actually want it or do you just want other people to see that you have it?

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remove yourself from people who are playing dumb and

who are too dumb to know when to stop playing

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Thank you for showing me how easy it supposed to be.

Thank you for showing me how easy winning sweepstakes is supposed to be for me.

Thank you for showing me how easy emotional stability is supposed to be for me.

Thank you for showing me how easy narrative magick supposed to be for me.

Thank you for showing me how easy manifesting is supposed to be for me.

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What I've learned about revision so far:

Nobody remembers the story line, except for you.

Nobody remembers that dynamic, except for you.

Meaning, as soon as you revise that moment/scene/ person, no one remembers it in your physical time-space reality except for you.

To them, it never happened (it's not something/someone they will bring up or reminisce about or even speak of).

To you, it becomes forgettable and dismissible (literally like a dream you had, you wont take it seriously or give it any power ). It's no longer stuck or impressed on your conscience. It's emotional effect is virtually gone.

Your mind won't even entertain the idea of it being a "real life event".

Let me know if this is how your experience with revision has been like

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You know the saying,

" if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all "?

That also applies to how you speak to yourself

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Stay at home mom, wife, daughter