Art Journal: Friend Bartleby

Today's entry came as a surprise. I wasn't expecting to draw so soon. I have several stories to tell here. The full image is in the body of the post.

So, I wasn't expecting to draw today, but suddenly I picked up the pencil are started drawing one of my friends from the astral. He's a physically incarnated being, but my interactions with him have only been from the astral side of things.

Say hello to my friend "Bartleby". That's not his actual name. His actual name is something involving whistles, clicks, and squeals. Nothing any Lyrian could say without significant practice. So, I call him Bartleby, and he is fine with this.

Bartleby is a friend from my time in Sirius as a soul as his species is from the Sirius system. I've had two completely lucid dreams about him, and I'll share them with you here. But before I do that, let me share what I remember about him.

An astute cetaceous species, his people are reminiscent of a beluga whale. Their skin is a pale whitish-pink, and they stand no more than 3-4 feet tall. Their legs and arms are stubby, but their hands are small, 5-fingered, and extremely dexterous. They remind me of the hands on racoons and opossums. Each little finger tapers to a point that ends in a delicate claw. They have no body hair whatsoever. Their heads are large, bulbous, housing a brain capable of full telepathy, though they, like Lyrians, enjoy verbal-telepathic speech. Their psychic abilities are strongest in the realm of perceiving sound waves as visible parts of the light spectrum. They can see sound.

As for Bartleby himself, he's jolly even in the worst of times and is always hungry after travel. I seem to know whenever I see him get off a ship to have some kind of food handy. That being can eat an ice cream sandwich so fast, you'd wonder if you'd even given it to him. He'll even eat the wrapper if he's not paying attention. Usually he won't, but I've seen him do it.

This lifetime, I know him from the astral only. I have yet to meet him in the physical, though I'd very much like to. I understand he's stationed on the Viera at present.

This sketch is from the last time I saw him in the astral. I will tell that experience first, then the other, which was the first time I remembered him this lifetime.

This particular experience occurred sometime in early August while in the construct.

Bartleby, another friend from the astral (Arcturian), and I were sitting around a circular table that reminded me of the tables you see in a diner on Earth (diner imagery follows him around, you'll see). They weren't Formica, but they were accented with chrome and stood on a chrome post. We were having a "catching up" conversation, and the Arcturian was asking me how I was doing. They both seemed concerned based on how I was projecting at the time. I started talking about how my marriage was failing and made some other gloomy comment based on a topic mentioned earlier. There was a pause and Bartleby leaned forward on the table, looked at me very closely with his little beluga eyes and said, "Kyrie, you've become very negative in your outlook lately." The Arcturian nodded and looked very sad about this.

Shocked, I said nothing for a moment. Part of me wanted to protest, but I felt what he said was true and hit home which is why I wanted to protest. Looking at my feet, I replied at last, "You're right. I have."

Then, Bartleby brightened, smiled, and said something along the lines of, "No matter. You have this handled. I have no doubt you can right your ship."

And I woke up from that thinking, "There is something very wrong with my life if even in the astral I'm getting to be a Negative Nancy."

Now for the first time I ever remembered him.

This one came from a lucid dream a couple of years ago.

I'm travelling with a small group of people through a clearing in a forest. It's a large meadow and we're looking for some place to stop and set up a base camp. The dream has a bit of an "apocalyptic" feel, in that there are no other people or signs of civilization anywhere. It's an empty canvas of a place in terms of people. We stop at a massive oak tree and begin to build.

The dream fast forwards and we've built a multi-level tree house complex capable of housing 20 people at a time. We're still only a few, though, and as we're working around the area, these triangular ships start coming in over the meadow. They're all various sizes, but it's clear they're all from the same race of people. When I say, "triangular" I mean that very loosely in that they are predominately three-sided, steel-grey, with teal-green lighted nodes on the bottom. There's a large ship the size of the meadow that's like an scalene triangle where all the points are severely rounded. The teal-green nodes are located at the corners. There are several that are arrowhead-shaped, again with the points rounded and the nodes at the corners. These are much smaller at about the size of a bus.

Everyone takes off running when they see the ships except me. I stay put at the base of the giant tree, and one of the smaller ships lands. A window slides open in the side and Bartleby hangs his head out the window. He shouts a joyous greeting, frantically waving his little opossum hands, closes the window, and steps down a little ramp. "Good to see you! It's so good to see you!"

"How was your flight?" I ask.

"Oh, nothing too troublesome. It just took some time to get here," he says.

"I'm sure you're hungry," I say with a smile. I happen to have an ice cream sandwich on hand, and I show it to him. He holds out his tiny hands for the sandwich, takes it, and eats it in two bites. Wrapper and all.

"Delicious. Travelling always makes me hungry! Now, let's go inside shall we? I have much to tell you."

We go up the stairs into the treehouse, and sit down at a Formica diner table, this one rectangular, rimmed with chrome. We're in the kitchen of this place. Bartleby begins to regale me with a long series of updates from "his side" as he keeps calling it. Then, he looks right at me and says loudly, "And you! Look at what you've been up to! We are so proud! The way you astral projected to retrieve those documents was just--" And he does a chef kiss expression.

While he's telling me this, I see myself sitting in a bathtub and also walking into the FBI headquarters--somewhere in their document storage. And I've retrieved a document. I can see the FBI's seal on the paper. I have no idea what was on the document, but apparently I retrieved this for Bartleby and his team.

I woke up as he shifted the subject and we started talking about other matters.

And that's Bartleby.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel

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