paulinthejungle on Nostr: wild ...

quoting nevent1q…tsha

Reality bends when you play with it. If you’ve never dabbled in Reality Transurfing or felt the glitch in the matrix firsthand, buckle up—this one’s wild.

I’m in Tulum for the week, hosting a retreat that kicks off tomorrow. Sun’s out. Fresh raw milk, vibrant orange juice, and crisp water bottles in hand (unfortunately, in plastic. I know I know. No bueno, but had to work with it).

We’re moving into a unit offsite from the retreat center since the main one filled up. The place has that mix of wealth, jungle, and lowkey chaos that keeps things interesting.

We load up the car, make the first trip inside, and, instead of hauling everything at once (because not enough hands) I casually say, “Ha ha, watch these not be here when we get back.” Sarcastic, of course.

Five minutes. That’s all it took. We come back—gone. All three bottles.

Not a huge deal. But weird.

The car? Left unlocked. Inside? My $2,000 handpan, a full grocery haul, my bag—untouched. Just the bottles, sitting on the side of the car, totally exposed, vanished into thin air.

Alright. Time to play.

Dakota said he’ll stay back to settle in as we go get more water (devastatingly, the milk can’t be replaced at this moment).

Me and Sedona lock eyes. No stress. No “why me.” No frustration. We’re gonna find them. No logic, just pure confidence. Reality is malleable.

So we go on a mission. Intuition leads. No GPS, no mapped-out plan. Just, “Turn here, this feels right.” A one-way street? Perfect. A little side road? Even better.

A minute later, we pull up to an apartment complex. There’s a rusty old two-wheeler cart, two little kids chilling on top, and a guy near the dumpster. Sunlight pouring down, 4PM golden glow. And what’s peeking out of that cart?

Our raw milk and water bottles.

I get out of the car. No hesitation. No pleading. No weird energy. Pure, confident retrieval mode. I pick them up, look him dead in the eyes, and just say:

“No más.”

He looks. Shrugs. We walk away, bottles in hand, laughing like we just beat the final boss of the Matrix. Because we kinda did.

We didn’t stress. We didn’t get lost in emotions. We knew reality was bending in our favor, and it did.

Could’ve been an “ugh, I lost something” moment. Instead? We alchemized it. No victimhood, just play.

And that’s the key: You are literally shaping your reality, moment to moment. Every thought, every belief, every decision is either reinforcing the same predictable patterns—or shifting you into something new.

That’s why I love this work. Hosting retreats, diving into these deeper truths, watching people wake up to their own creative power.

So next time something “happens to you”—step back. What if it’s happening FOR you? What if you can just… play the game differently?