disclaimer: this reading is for entertainment purposes ONLY so take it all with a grain of salt.
take a deep breath and choose the picture that catches your eye the most or that your intuition tells you to.
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àš â ïž” · ⹠ᚊ ⥠ᚩ ⹠· ïž” â à§
Ë á© àš âą âș pile one à©à§ â âą à§ á© Ë
you have your s/o utterly obsessed. not just attracted â enchanted. to them, you're a walking fantasy. the hottest, most magnetic being to ever walk this earth. they dream about you every night, and when their thoughts turn spicy? oh, it gets dark.
they imagine themselves loving you like no one else ever could. not just good sex â they want to fuck you so hard, so right, so completely, that you never forget their name. they want to leave fingerprints on your skin, bruises on your thighs, scratches on their back. they want to make you cry from pleasure. they picture you breathless, fucked out â and all because of them.
in their fantasies, theyâre the one in charge. dominant, in control. they want to hear you beg â not because you have to, but because you need them. youâre on your knees, moaning their name like itâs a prayer, and every movement they make turns you into a mess. they adore that power â how easily they can ruin you with just a whisper, a glance, a single touch.
a lot of them fantasize about being called âmommyâ or âdaddy,â not just for the kink, but because it makes them feel needed. craved. worshipped. and in return, they worship you. they want to kiss every inch of your skin, praise your moans, look into your eyes while you cum and tell you how good you are for them. how perfect, how you make them lose their mind.
but theyâre not just about roughness â no. they also imagine taking their time, savoring you, fucking you slowly and deeply until your legs shake. they want to know every part of you. where youâre most sensitive. what makes you gasp. what makes you scream. they want to learn your body like itâs holy scripture and memorize every detail.
some of them dream about tying you up â silk ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds. others imagine roleplay: being your doctor, your teacher, your vampire lover whoâs waited centuries just to taste you. their creativity in bed? limitless. they fantasize about fucking you against a wall, on the kitchen table, in the shower, in a car â anywhere, as long as itâs you.
and the oral? god. they imagine licking you until you lose your voice. until you're trembling and gasping and clawing at the sheets. they want to hear you sing with pleasure. and if you havenât had sex yet or have fears about intimacy? they honor that. they want to protect you, guide you, prove that with them, you are safe. and wanted. and free to be everything you are â soft, wild, vulnerable, dirty.
they donât just want your body, they want your soul too. they want to see the face you make when you fall apart. they want to hold you afterwards, kiss your sweaty skin, brush your hair back and whisper, "youâre mine." they fantasize about worshipping your insecurities, touching the parts you hide, making you love yourself through their eyes.
they want to fuck you senseless and then feed you strawberries. run you a bath, hold you. because to them, youâre not just someone they want to ruin â youâre someone they want to keep forever.
àš â ïž” · ⹠ᚊ ⥠ᚩ ⹠· ïž” â à§
Ë á© àš âą âș pile two à©à§ â âą à§ á© Ë
the s/os from this pile? oh, theyâre nasty. their late night thoughts are red hot, filthy, and dangerously obsessive. in their eyes, youâre not just sexy. your body, your energy, the way you move, the way you sound â everything about you drives them wild, and when they fantasize, it always starts the same: with you beneath them, moaning, begging, breaking.
they fantasize about hurting you â not to harm, but to worship you in the filthiest ways. spanking your ass until it stings, pulling your hair to hear you gasp, using a whip just enough to make you tremble. they want to turn pain into pleasure so deeply that you crave it. they want to take you right to the edge, over and over, until youâre shaking and dripping and unable to think straight. and theyâll be the one in control the entire time.
just like pile one, domination is at the core of their fantasies â but thereâs a twist. they donât just want you to obey⊠they want to train you. make you hold back your orgasm until you're sobbing, tease you until you're begging, edge you with just their words. âcan you handle what Iâm about to do to you?â â they love saying shit like that, watching you squirm under their gaze while they smirk, untouched and in control.
but donât be fooled â even the filthiest doms here have a secret: they fantasize about you taking control too. not just a little. they want you to flip the script and ruin them. ride them, use them, make them whimper and beg. make them your toy. and thatâs the thing â they wouldnât do this for just anyone. itâs only you. youâre the exception. youâre the one that gets to see them on their knees, desperate, aching for your touch.
theyâre obsessed with your body. that ass? perfect. they want to spank it, fuck it, watch it bounce. your chest â whether itâs breasts or pecs â makes their mouth water. and the idea of you riding them? oh god, theyâve thought about it way too many times. even if you havenât touched each other yet, theyâve imagined what it would feel like. and itâs always you in control, taking what you want, making them lose their mind.
they want to please you. they want to devour you. breakfast, lunch, dinner â you are the meal lol. one of their favorite fantasies is you sitting on their face, moaning above them, while they lose themselves in your taste. they want you to cum in their mouth and praise them for it. and if youâre the shy type? oh, they live for that. they want to bring out your inner beast.
some of them even fantasize about licking cream off your body â because your skin, your taste, your scent⊠itâs all addicting. they want to ruin you and be ruined by you. they want to be the best youâve ever had. better than anyone before, better than anyone after. they want their touch to haunt your body, their moans to echo in your memory, their name to be the one you whisper when youâre alone.
they want to fuck you until your body gives out â until youâre shaking, sweating, unable to move. they want you breathless in their arms. and then, they want to pull you close and kiss you like youâre the only thing in the universe â because you are.
àš â ïž” · ⹠ᚊ ⥠ᚩ ⹠· ïž” â à§
Ë á© àš âą âș pile three à©à§ â âą à§ á© Ë
at night, when everything is quiet and the world slows down, your s/oâs mind? itâs loud. loud with desire. loud with the need to have you. loud with the image of your body trembling beneath theirs. in their fantasies, you're not just a lover â you're their addiction, their muse, their sweetest sin.
they canât stop thinking about the way you move. the way your body bends, the way you look when you stretch, how your lips part when you're focused â it drives them insane. they imagine you walking across the room and suddenly needing to be inside you. right there. no patience. no mercy. they imagine ripping your clothes off just to taste every inch of you, to see you blush and beg and fall apart.
they think about your mouth a lot. what it would feel like to have you go down on them, slowly, like youâre savoring it. they think your mouth was made to ruin them. and if they have a dick? theyâre absolutely obsessed with the idea of you choking on it, your eyes watery and shining, hands gripping their thighs, and theyâd moan your name like a prayer.
they imagine fucking you in positions that let them see everything â especially 69, where they can watch you fall apart while they devour you. if your dr involves being apart, theyâve thought about video calls where you both get off together, or even making a sex tape just for your eyes only. they want to be remembered. they want your body to crave them even when theyâre not there.
if you wear heels in your dr â especially red ones â theyâre done for. they want to fuck you while you still have them on. they fantasize about grabbing your waist, pulling you back onto them, heels scraping the floor as you moan like you're losing your mind. they want to mark you. claim you. make you theirs.
but donât get it twisted â some of these s/os secretly want to be owned by you too. they want to be on their knees, obeying your every word, moaning as you degrade them. they imagine you in leather, stepping on their pride, reminding them who they belong to. they wonât say it out loud, not at first. but they want it. badly.
some of them want to watch you. touch yourself. beg. others want to see you get fucked by someone else â just once â to see how good you look when youâre lost in pleasure, so they can take you right after and remind you that no one else compares.
if you're still a virgin in your dr, they want to be your first. slowly. lovingly. but also thoroughly. they want to teach you, guide you, show you how good it can be. and if youâve done it before? they still want to be the best. they want to make you ride them, over and over, until you canât take it anymore. they love the way you move, and when you ride them? they're speechless, moaning.
they're impatient, yes â but they also love the tease. they want to undress you slowly, drag it out, make you wait. they want the tension. the build-up. the look in your eyes when you realize what's about to happen. and then they want to ruin you.
just like pile two, they also dream of being dominated. of giving up control, of being used. they want you to whisper filthy things in their ear while they beg for more. they want to be humiliated. praised. broken. and only you get to do that to them.
and finally, they want to make love to you. the soft, slow kind. the kind that makes you cry. the kind that feels like a promise. they want to kiss you in the shower, on the balcony, in the kitchen, in the car â wherever. they want your moans echoing off the walls. they want to be your fantasy too. because every night, when they close their eyes, you are theirs.
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Favorite Otps/Pairings:Â Patrick Verona & Kat Stratford (10 Things I Hate About You) âI hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme I hate it...I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry I hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call But mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close not even a little bit, not even at all"
how to shift whenever (from an experienced shifter)
yes. you've heard this before. yes. it's recycled. i'm not giving you new information, i'm reminding you that you already know what to do and you're just not doing it. sorry lol. drink your cold brew and listen.
you shift by assuming. that's the law. no loophole. no secret ingredient. no five-step guide with a pastel graphic. just assumption. just decision.
if you've ever cried over a fictional character.....congrats. you've already shifted. you just didn't monetise it. do it on purpose next time.
itâs not "i'm so close" or "i almost did it" or "omg did i just feel something." no. it's not a quiz. it's not a scavenger hunt. it's not a 4chan riddle. it's your reality. assume it. you assume your name. you assume gravity works. you assume you have a face.
you want to shift????? ok. then do it. now. like, actually now. while reading this. literally while scrolling. yes, even if you're in the bathroom. you're already doing it, youâre just not owning it.
stop calling it a failed attempt every time you don't get the fireworks. stop naming your moments as if theyâre battlefield tombstones. youâre making a museum of "almost." just go. stop narrating it.
you don't shift because you're waiting to feel shifted. you don't shift because youâre checking every three seconds like a deranged webMD dad. stop doing that. stop redownloading "hope.mp3" and acting shocked when it skips again.
you keep thinking it's hard. it's not hard. it's just annoying. annoying to keep choosing. annoying to be delusional when your brain is feral and cynical and deeply online. do it anyway.
you don't need more subliminals. you don't need to see a crow or a number or a cloud shaped like draco malfoy. you need to assume. persist. and shut up about it.
yes, it feels like lying. but most things feel like lying. flirting, job interviews, saying "i'm fine." we're already doing it. might as well get a reality out of it.
stop hoarding techniques like they're coupons for god. stop trying to feel ready. you don't get to feel ready. you just get to decide.
no one's gonna come down and tell you "you did it right." not your tumblr mutual. not the birds. not your inner child. sorry. you decide it's done and you live from that. yes, even if mittens the cat is still there. assume anyway.
it's already done. you're not waiting. you're remembering.
you're one decision away. you always have been. assume. persist. shift. log off.
summary: your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned
pairing: min yoongi x hype employee reader
genre: soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff,
warnings: running, unhappy coworkers, some injury
word count: 1.7k
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Running was not your forte, and neither was breathing apparently as you choke trying to get air into your lungs as you reach the fortunately empty elevator.Â
You were running late, and you were seconds away from being fired on your third day of work. You had just gotten the job as one of the content creators for a variety show through one of the big four entertainment companies, and today was the first official day at the company.Â
HYBE was bigger than you imagined, and thus, the reason you were late. You had gotten lost on the first floor and then there were issues with your ID card getting past security. But you manage to reach the 12th floor in record time and use the piece of paper you received the last meeting to find the correct room.Â
It was slight chaos when you opened the door, unsurprisingly as you now realized who you would be working with for the variety show. Everything was kept top secret until you were approved by HYBE and showed up on the first day, after signing numerous NDAâs of course.Â
The BTS boys were having fun and running amuck as they waited for the shoot to start. It was supposed to be just a fun shoot, numerous arcade games set up throughout the room and a table set in the middle where some challenges were going to take place later on.Â
You looked around after taking in the room, trying to set eyes on your director. Eventually you find him talking to your fellow creators, going over the different challenges that would be taking place.Â
ââAfter the water bottle challenge, weâre going to move onto the karaoke booth.â You arrive just at the tail end of the run through, but you manage to understand anyways, seeing as you all had a copy of the schedule for the day.Â
âWhere have you been? Never mind, youâre working on the individual camera today.â Your director questions you but doesnât give you any time to explain yourself before moving on and assigning you your task. You quickly nod your head, before moving to grab one of the video cameras from the table.Â
You would be in charge of taking individual behind the scenes videos and photos for the social media accounts. You had seen episodes of Run BTS before and knew how much moving you would be doing today.Â
Again. Running wasnât your thing.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You turn your head to see a slightly older woman in front of you, her hands on her hips as she looks towards the camera in your hands.Â
âI was assigned individual shots today, Maâam.â You respond as politely as you can, getting bad feelings from the woman in front of you.Â
You could almost feel that you would be having problems with her. You tried to be respectful though, not wanting to step on anyoneâs toes on your first official day.Â
The woman just looked you up and down, her nose crinkling a little before she spoke. âJust donât get in my way. Iâve been doing this longer than you have and donât need some inexperienced newbie messing up my photos.âÂ
You can only nod before she is walking past you, bumping into your shoulder on her way past.Â
âWhat the heck?â you think, turning to watch as she steps forward and begins to talk to one of the supervisors who was in the middle of talking to Namjoon. Shaking your head, you move to the edge of the set, close to the basketball arcade shot game.Â
You had a good view of the other games from here and felt you could maneuver through the set easier from where you were set up. Bringing your camera up to your eyes, you begin taking some practice shots, making sure the lighting was good and the settings on the camera aligned with what you wanted to photograph.
It took you some time, but eventually you were able to begin taking photos of the boys who had come back to mess around with the games after getting changed and before the actual shoot started.Â
You were so focused on the pictures that you didnât even notice one of the boys moving up to you.Â
âHi! You must be one of the new creators! Iâm Taehyung.â The bright eyed man bounced right up to you when he noticed you, hand held in front of you to shake your hand as he introduced himself.Â
You put your camera down, smiling softly as you brought your hand to meet his, introducing yourself. As you did, you caught his attention on your wrist, where your soulmark resided. The initials of your soulmate were written in short, quick writing, the gray M and Y staring back up at you since the minute you turned sixteen.Â
Taehyungâs smile only seemed to widen once you introduced yourself, a twinkle in his eyes that wasnât there before. You could barely blink before the director was calling for the boys to get into place; the shoot was about to begin.Â
You smile as you watch him bounce away again, his energy levels palpable as you hold your camera up again.Â
The next hour was spent moving slowly throughout the edge of the set up game room, trying to get as many good shots as you could. You noticed that Taehyung gravitated towards you and seemed to pull Yoongi with him to play the basketball game, Jungkook following behind to try and battle against the basketball player.Â
You moved closer to get a picture of both boys making a basket and scoring a point when someone stepped on your foot causing pain to radiate up your ankle and shin. A gasp leaves your lips as you look towards your left to see the woman from earlier, a glare set on her dark eyes as she almost pushes you aside.Â
You end up tripping over the cord to another game and just barely manage to catch yourself on the corner of said game before injuring yourself or ruining the shoot. You were so focused on the pain in your foot you didnât even notice the burning in your wrist as your soulmark gets darker.Â
You didnât notice the three men witnessing the entire thing, nor the dark looks Taehyung was sending to the older woman. A break was luckily called soon enough and you tried to move away back to the far wall but a hand on your arm stops you.
âWhat was that? I thought I told you not to get in my way?!â The older woman steps in front of you, her hand still gripping tightly to your forearm.Â
âIâm sorry, Maâam. It wonât happen again.â You grit out as politely as you can, the pain in your ankle making you want to sit down but you knew you needed to just go along with what she was saying, not wanting any trouble.Â
âNo. Donât apologize.â You both turn to your right to see Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook, all three eyeing the hand gripping onto your forearm. The woman is quick to release you when she realizes what the boys were seeing.Â
âOh boys! Donât worry about this. Iâm just giving some advice to the newbie.â The woman was quick to put on the sweet tone as she speaks to them. You just want to roll your eyes.Â
Pulling your arm back to your chest, rubbing against where you knew her grip was going to leave some bruises. Your sleeve had rolled back down and your forearm was on full display, along with your soulmark.Â
âAdvice? It seemed like you stepped on and pushed someone out of the way. That is not okay nor something we want to see happen between our employees.â Yoongiâs voice was low, each word spoken slowly as if to ensure the woman knew exactly what she had done.Â
Jungkook moved to you while Taehyung and Yoongi were talking to the woman, his hand holding onto your own, softly and a huge contrast to the woman as he tilts your forearm around to see the spot where the woman held you.
The skin was red and he knew it would bruise. This was unacceptable and he would make sure that the woman would be reprimanded for her actions. As Jungkook continued to look over your arm, his attention was caught by your soulmark, his hyungs initials on the inside of your wrist.Â
âNo wonder Taehyung kept bringing him to where you wereâŠâ Jungkook mused, a small smile on his lips as the thought of Taehyung trying to bring you two together.Â
Well, no time like the present.Â
Taehyung agreed, as his next words caught the attention of everyone.Â
âYou hurt Yoongiâs mate.â Your eyes widened as your head turned quickly to see Yoongi already staring at you, your faces both sharing the expression of shock. Jungkook was still holding your wrist, bringing you the two feet until you were right in front of Yoongi.Â
You were silent, trying to process everything as Yoongi looked down at your held out wrist, his initials written in his own handwriting. Slowly, he pulled his own sleeve up, showing you his soulmark.Â
Your initials were written in your own soft script, smooth cursive showing on his inner wrist, the same spot as your own.Â
You were lost in your own world, oblivious to all of the noise and emotions happened outside the two of you. Yoongi slowly brought his hand to your wrist, his thumb rubbing over the top of your soulmark, gray turning to a dark black as the soulbond snaps into place confirming Taehyungâs suspicions.Â
âHello, soulmate.â A gummy smile burns into your retina, a memory you never want to forget as warmth erupts in your soul.
Oii <3
Eu sempre tive uma dĂșvida sobre a LOA e o shifiting. Muitas pessoas dizem que jĂĄ estamos na dr e por isso nĂŁo precisamos fazer nada alĂ©m de aceitar estar lĂĄ.
Mas como isso funciona? Ao aceitar o fĂsico vai se ajustando tambĂ©m, certo? Mas a questĂŁo de "mudar" quando quiser, por exemplo, quero acordar na dr apenas com a intenção (querendo ou nĂŁo Ă© uma mudança de percepção, eu acho) entĂŁo eu simplesmente aceito que sempre acordo na dr quando quero ou preciso aceitar jĂĄ estar lĂĄ somente?
Pois pra mim, eu quero acordar na dr com comando. Isso seria uma suposição?
Oie!
Bem, quando falam que vocĂȘ jĂĄ estĂĄ na sua dr, nĂŁo Ă© que esteja literalmente em outra realidade, vocĂȘ jĂĄ estĂĄ lĂĄ porque estĂĄ dentro de vocĂȘ.
O que chamamos de fĂsico e reconhecemos como realidade ocorre dentro do campo de percepção da consciĂȘncia, por isso nĂŁo hĂĄ um lugar onde estĂĄ indo, vocĂȘ jĂĄ estĂĄ na sua dr porque ela ocorre dentro da sua consciĂȘncia e nĂŁo fora.
E ao aceitar que jĂĄ estĂĄ onde deseja estĂĄ reconhecendo isso e quando aceita isso como verdade consequentemente o fĂsico reflete isso sim.
Pode quando quiser, vocĂȘ nĂŁo estĂĄ indo a outro lugar apenas muda o seu foco para a percepção que deseja experienciar, ou seja, muda de percepção.
As duas opçÔes são viåveis, aceitar que jå estå onde deseja e reconhecer isso jå é o bastante ou também pode aceitar que acorda na sua dr.
Para acordar na dr apenas precisa de intenção, e se caso jĂĄ fez isso e nĂŁo funcionou, apenas estava esperando uma mudança fĂsica para comprovar isso.
Para acordar na dr apenas precisa ter certeza que vai acordar lå, quando desejo shiftar eu apenas durmo com intensidade de acordar na minha dr, que não é exatamente intenção, eu quero acordar lå e eu sei que vou acordar nela, porque jå estou nela.
Se estĂĄ querendo acordar na dr estĂĄ com intenção, nĂŁo tem um comando especĂfico para dar ao subconsciente entĂŁo nĂŁo Ă© uma suposição.
Mas caso queira que eu o guie com isso apenas precisa me chamar posso ser sua mentora, espero ter ajudado!đ
One of my fav ghibli movies đș
The first chapter of GhostBlade is coming! Iâm working hard on it~ so keep an eye on me if you are interested in it~
oii lica! adoro te acompanhar no twitter e baixei o Tumblr para ver mais posts seus!
gostaria de sĂł esclarecer algo, conheci o shifting esse ano e ainda estou um pouco confusa: basicamente Ă© sĂł relaxar e imaginar? e uma hora o fĂsico se manifesta apartir disso?
sĂł para confirmar se entendi certo!
infelizmente tenho um pouco de dificuldade de correlacionar imaginação = fĂsico, enquanto vocĂȘ imagina algo e estĂĄ parada, deitada na cama.
mais uma vez, obrigada por todo seu conteĂșdo! đ«¶đŒ
Oi say!Muito obrigada pelo carinho fico feliz que veio me acompanhar aqui!đ
Shifting é apenas uma mudança de percepção.
Ele ocorre num Ășnico espaço que Ă© a consciĂȘncia e tem uma realidade separa apenas o aqui e agora.
O agora é esse exato momento não existe outro além dele como
NĂŁo hĂĄ separação entre imaginação e fĂsico, porque tudo jĂĄ Ă© consciĂȘncia.
O fĂsico nĂŁo Ă© algo separado da imaginação muito menos mais real que a imaginação, ele apenas reflete a percepção que vocĂȘ sustenta. A dificuldade de correlacionar isso vem da crença de que "o fĂsico Ă© algo fixo e sĂłlido", mas ele Ă© sĂł uma manifestação da consciĂȘncia.
Tudo que vocĂȘ percebe como fĂsico passou pelo filtro da sua imaginação.
Quando vocĂȘ sonha Ă noite, o mundo do sonho parece real, certo? VocĂȘ sente, vĂȘ, experimenta coisas lĂĄ. Mas quando acorda, percebe que tudo era imaginação.
O que garante que este âmundo fĂsicoâ nĂŁo seja exatamente a mesma coisaâum sonho da consciĂȘncia?Tudo Ă© um sonho.
Se tudo Ă© consciĂȘncia, nĂŁo hĂĄ separação entre o que vocĂȘ imagina e o que experiencia. Ă por isso que, ao mudar sua percepção, sua realidade reflete essa mudança. Quando vocĂȘ imagina vocĂȘ experiĂȘncia a realidade na sua forma mais pura nĂŁo estĂĄ imaginando para shiftar mas experiĂȘnciando naquele exato momento
O quando falamos de observar Ă© vivenciar o momento presente sem julgar o que faz vocĂȘ perceber que nunca esteve separado daquilo que deseja ou seja toma percepção e lembrando que nĂŁo Ă© um mĂ©todo Ă© a importĂąncia de estar com o momento presente sem julgamentos sem espera porque tudo jĂĄ estĂĄ presente o fĂsico nĂŁo vem depois ele jĂĄ Ă© agora.
O que pode fazer vocĂȘ tomar percepção Ă© a observação estĂĄ presente sem julgar ou esperar porque o momento Ă© agora.
Vou dar alguns passos para que possa entender
E sobre relaxar nĂŁo Ă© fisicamente mas sim mentalmente, relaxar Ă© simplesmente soltar a necessidade de controle. De tentar ser ou alcançar porque vocĂȘ jĂĄ Ă© e tem tudo que procura. NĂŁo Ă© algo que vocĂȘ faz, mas algo que acontece quando vocĂȘ para de tentar fazer algo.
Sente-se ou deite-se confortavelmente â Pode ser onde quiser.
Respire naturalmente â NĂŁo tente controlar a respiração, apenas perceba que ela acontece sozinha.
Observe o que estĂĄ presente â Sons, sensaçÔes, pensamentos sem tentar julga-los ou dar um significado a eles... Apenas perceba, sem tentar mudar nada.
Solte a necessidade de entender â NĂŁo precisa analisar ou buscar respostas, apenas esteja.
Se vier um pensamento como "estou fazendo certo?" ou "quando vai acontecer?", apenas perceba,observe sem julga-lo ele nĂŁo Ă© ruim ou bom ele simplesmente nĂŁo existe e solte â Ele vai embora sozinho.
Apenas seja â NĂŁo tente alcançar nada, porque vocĂȘ jĂĄ Ă© tudo.
NĂŁo se esforce para relaxar ou alcançar algo. Relaxamento acontece quando vocĂȘ para de tentar e a tomada de percepção acontece quando vocĂȘ percebe que nunca esteve separado do que deseja.
EntĂŁo pare de tentar forçar algo porque tudo jĂĄ Ă© ou de tentar relacionar a imaginação com a consciĂȘncia vocĂȘ jĂĄ Ă© tudo que procura e isso que importa, vocĂȘ nĂŁo estĂĄ alcançando nada apenas para de dar atenção a falta de algo,nada falta, tudo jĂĄ Ă©.
Eu espero que tenha a ajudado infelizmente desisti da minha conta no twitter e nĂŁo planejo voltar ainda mais que percebo que tem me feito um pouco mal recentemente passei por alguns problemas e pretendo shiftar para alguma drs que sempre quis e ficar um bom tempo lĂĄ e fico muito feliz que me acompanhou de coraçãođ
Actualização: Voltei hihihiđ
oi! sou nova na comunidade, e ainda estou aprendendo. SerĂĄ que tem como me explicar o conceito de revisar e como o fazer? Muito obrigada!
Oie!
RevisĂŁo:
1. O que Ă© revisar?
2. Como funciona?
3. Como fazer na prĂĄtica?
1. O que Ă© revisar?
Revisar Ă© mudar a forma como vocĂȘ lembra de algo, como se vocĂȘ pudesse contar uma nova versĂŁo da histĂłria, uma que goste, que te faça feliz ao invĂ©s do que reconheceu como passado ou realidade actual.
O passado, na verdade, nĂŁo Ă© real e fixo. Ele sĂł existe porque vocĂȘ lembra dele, porque aceitou ele como memĂłria. A sua lembrança Ă© uma escolha da consciĂȘncia e vocĂȘ Ă© a consciĂȘncia, nĂŁo um fato preso no tempo.
2. Como funciona?
Funciona assim:
Para revisar vocĂȘ muda literalmente seu passado.
Porque nĂŁo existe um passado fixo que nĂŁo pode ser alterado.
Tudo que vocĂȘ chama de âpassadoâ Ă© aquilo que aceitou como memĂłria ou realidade, e essa memĂłria nĂŁo existe mais a partir do momento que muda ela. Ou seja: quando vocĂȘ muda essa memĂłria, vocĂȘ muda o que aceitou como realidade actual ou passado.
Por exemplo vocĂȘ quer ser rico mas a vida toda foi pobre, quando revisar estĂĄ reescrevendo o seu passado e na sua vida revisada vocĂȘ jĂĄ nasceu rico.
EntĂŁo, vocĂȘ muda o que lembra, sente e acredita sobre o passado.
O seu passado nĂŁo manda no seu presente, isso Ă© uma ilusĂŁo.
Se antes vocĂȘ se sentia mal por algo, e agora começa a enxergar com outros olhos pois aquilo nĂŁo Ă© mais a realidade mas sim o que revisou.
3. Como fazer na prĂĄtica?
Simples, assuma a sua vida revisada, a partir do momento que desejou vocĂȘ passou a estar nela, vocĂȘ sempre vai acordar nela.
NĂŁo aceite aquilo que acha que Ă© a realidade, o fĂsico Ă© uma ilusĂŁo e nĂŁo a verdade.
Pense como Ă© a sua vida revisada, imagine se na sua vida revisada pois ela Ă© real e nada alĂ©m de vocĂȘ pode dizer o contrĂĄrio.
Pode revisar qualquer coisa mudar a data em que se encontra, o seu passado, o nome, a idade, tudo o que desejar. Agora revise e seja feliz!âš