I Wish To Offer My Apologies

So as many of you know, I am clearly an immortal time-travelling/hopping shape-shifting wizard (with a w, not an L, my blood-type is O+, meaning I've got the monkey blood). If you weren't aware, you are now. I have a hat and everything. If it feels like you've lived a million different lives in the past several years, well... I apologize. What happens is I actually like some of you and subsequently y'all get dragged along with me while I do my thing and search for a better timeline where we don't get a bad ending (I am probably a more powerful wizard than you, obviously). Technically speaking, you *have* lived a bunch of different lives. It was just subtle. You consented to the shift by knowing me, because Friendship Is Magic.

Which is also, of course, why instances of the Mandela Effect are increasing. That can't be helped, but they can be used to identify successful timeline shifts. The odd nuances that change and shift around are sort of like signposts indicating that the future has been changed successfully. One way or another. The larger the change, the larger the Mandela Effect you will notice. Things like the Fruit of the Loom Cornucopia not existing (at one point it was patented, though it may or may not have been in THIS particular timeline) occur as the result of people shifting in and out of different critical roles as the Universe realigns itself in accordance with my will.

I forgot all that, for a hot minute, and sort of went careening down into some dark places. The world followed as a result. By experiencing the world, I became consumed and obsessed with the world, and forgot that I sort of have to maintain a certain distance from things. That they are not all that important, in the end, and that my mood affects outcomes in ways that I hope to one day understand.

Now? There is a lot of stuff that needs to simply be overcome to get everything back in order. Work to do to clean things up after a period of prolonged depression, and it will be easiest with the help of others (though strictly speaking, completely unnecessary cause it's all just me anyway).

The best part is that nobody really has to do anything special. Just be themselves, follow their hearts, and simply remember that every action will either help clean up the timeline OR stand opposed and make my life more difficult as a result. For no reason. "That's Life." "How could we have known any better?" Buncha whack-a-doodle nonsense, if you ask me. Like you honestly didn't know any better. You're me, remember?

Genuine ignorance has a certain "aiming to do better instead of repeating the same mistakes over the same trials and ideals" ring to it. At a certain point, you become little more than an intrusive thought to be dealt with accordingly (definitely not followed). Oh, and I GUESS it results in a "better world". Since sometimes I need that extra little nod to altruism to overcome the "Why do you frame yourself as the center of everything?" aspect. But since I'm Everything, framing myself at the center just makes sense. It just... shape-shifting wizard, remember? I am aware that I must become another thing to even begin to understand the concept of understanding another perspective *Gestures broadly* Give me some fucking credit, yeah?

Anyway, the Mandela Effects that we are familiar with can identify which timelines I am from and where I am going. Which doesn't really mean much to anybody, but if we share a common childhood timeline?

You remember that Brock's Pokémon is "Onyx". And you will find out today, after reading all that, that it is now spelled "Onix".

And THAT is how you start a fucking cult, my lovelies.