Shifting my reality

Veröffentlicht am 5. August 2025 um 22:11

I am questioning, trusting that I do already have my answer.

I am questioning, trusting that I do already have my answer.

I am questioning, trusting that I do already have my answer.

I am shifting, slowly and steady, sometimes even fast. From an old reality that was what I thought that I am. Into a new reality, that I am. There is different layers, that I become aware of. Layers in my thoughts. For a long time I thought it's hard to understand, difficult to heal, even more difficult to find answers and be (maybe enlightened), just be. The more layers I leave behind, the more I realize how easy it actually is. It has to be, otherwise it helps less. It's quiet, still strong. But quiet, slowly, sensitive.

I ask the wind to take away those old layers. 
I do not even have to ask.
The moment I go outside and I am fully present of the moment and what is happening right now, within me: 
The wind takes it all away.
He loves me. My skin gets those goosebumps, while the wind is caressing me.

It is, that the layers are in front of my eyes, they are a filtre and behind that there is reality, but I do only see with the filters I am using, the layers I am using. The layers I am used to. It is really my perception, is my view, is directly influencing what I actually see through my eyes. Fear is the person in front of me, if fear is my layer. The person scares me then.
When this layer is joy the same person will maybe even appear with a smile. For sure the person won't scare me.

Now that I have seen what is really happening, my reality starts to shift.
Sometimes my mind is confused. Confused what to believe. It is a time between. Between two islands. The old one and the new one. The ocean can be rough sometimes, the ship gets shaky, but it stands still within.

Now that I have seen what is really happening, my feelings start to change.
I realized that many of my feelings were not real. Or I would rather say, they are not real anymore. Not real in the now. There were real feelings once, in the place or situation they came from. So I put them there, I leave them there. Now is a new situation. I can feel different,
I begin feeling cozier within myself, more peaceful an quiet. There is small things making me happy, smiling.

Sometimes I am not sure who is actually shifting. I feel like traveling through different layers, wishing my mind, my feelings, my body, my subconsciousness, sometimes even somewhere I don't know. But it always seems to be inside of my. Within myself.

I stand still. Within the winds.
Inside the eye of a hurricane.
Being the eye of a hurricane, while there is the hurricane wrapped around me.
Unwinding. Slowly, but steady, sometimes even fast.

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