Reality Shifting 'n Other Things Blog 2

Shifting brings me joy. It brings me peace knowing I can have the life I want. I know I am not confined by the laws of where I am stuck. Not having a choice in how I live my life brings me depressed feelings. When I think of who I can be with and the journey I can have in my next reality,  it makes me hopeful. It makes me hope that all the pain I've been through was worth something. When I finally open my eyes, standing outside my house in Liverpool, waiting for a car to pull up– or when I'm sitting on that fuzzy white couch, looking out the enormous window that faces the vast mountains, asking the universe what I should do next, I will be happy. 

I am not saying that I am not happy now. I am saying that when I believe in something, it exists, even after my death, it will exist. I have worked and thought so hard for this. The proof has existed and even if it hasn't been, the possibility of me existing means anything is possible. My existence is impossible, so everything is possible. 

It's not just me seeing John, even though that is a major factor. It is me taking a moment to look where I am at and thinking, "wow, I was right all along" or "I actually did it, look at me."