Storytime: Escaping Orion

This is a much longer memory recall, because it was the first memory I ever remembered of my previous lives. It took 10 years for this entire memory to download and complete. I will tell it to you in full, then I will break down how it came in.

The Memory

I'm standing in a small, tight little room whose walls are composed of an ugly brown metal with faint attempts at decorative paneling, but the result just makes the brown look worse and the room feel even smaller. Against the wall is a bed, not much better than a cot. It's too short for me to lie down in comfortably, and it just seems like that's the whole point. There's just enough room to turn around and get in and out of the bed before you bump into the opposite wall. Closer to the door is a plain desk made of that same metal, as if it's part of the wall, and there's a dingy electric lamp on it that's also part of the desk. It's all one form this room. Bed, walls, desk, lamp.

At some point, it occurs to me that I'm on a space station, and that's why everything is so small. In the room with me is a young man who I know is my brother in this life. His hair is lighter in color compared to now, and he's a little more stocky in this memory, but it is my brother without a doubt. It's his energy all day long, and the argument we're having is the same argument that we've had off and on for millions of years.

I want to leave Orion. I have tried everything I know to change things, and nothing is changing. I have fought the battles. Killed the enemy. Spied. Surveilled. Parleyed. Sabotaged. Even once I tried surrendering. No effort was successful. The invaders just won't listen to sense. They won't listen to reason. They won't listen to love. They just want to take, and I don't have the strength to destroy them all myself. Which is why I'm arguing with my brother. You see, my brother wants to try to get them to feel unconditional love. He thinks we can love them into submission. He thinks if we do this long enough, we can erode them like wind erodes mountains.

I disagree vehemently, and I just want out. I'm done. I'm tired. I'm leaving.

He tells me that's impossible. He tells me their grid is too tight. That I won't make it. That I'm wasting yet another effort that will just end up with me starting all over again in another body right back in the same system.

I tell him I'm leaving, and he can come with me or stay. He sighs, and hands me a transparent film rolled into a scroll. If I'm leaving, he wants me to take this message with him. I put it away, hug him goodbye, and leave the room.


Sometime later... I'm in a ship. Well, it's more like a shuttle. There's only room for one person, and the craft is so tiny it can't be easily picked up and targeted by the enemy. I pilot the shuttle using my mind, such that as I'm flying through space I am the shuttle and I'm also myself at the same time. This feels familiar to me. I've flown these crafts thousands of times before, but what I'm about to do with it isn't meant to be done. It's not meant to go through a stargate. Nor is it meant to go through a blockage of enemy ships. And it's definitely not meant to go through the depths of space far away from the surface of a planet into places I don't even know about.

But this is all I have to use. So, I'm using it.

The blockade throughout Orion presents itself as a myriad of geometric patterns composed of red triangles. They are enemy ships, but most are like drones--unmanned. They move in concentric circles, break apart, reform into complex angles, break apart again, back into concentric circles. I have to time every movement of my little shuttle such that each layer of the blockade is breached at exactly the moment all of the ships are turned away. I don't always get it right. Sometimes, I'm shot at and I have to escape far away and come back to try again. But I keep going, and eventually I make it to the stargate.

I can see it even from far away. Now this vision could be presenting itself as two rings connected by rods, because that's what stargates in the game EVE Online look like--this could be a "facilitated" visual so I understand what I'm looking at. Because that's exactly what it looks like. An EVE Stargate. (While this memory was coming in, it came as dreams, and I often mistook this dream as just me mentally playing EVE. Which is why I didn't ask about it for a very long time.) I maneuver the shuttle into the stargate, and I jump. I forget how I jump. I just do.

I can feel I'm being pulled through space-time, and the sensation is somewhat disturbing the first few times I recall this moment. It's like being pulled out through the top of your head and into a straw. Eventually I pop out somewhere else, and for a moment I'm always paranoid that I've been followed. I keep looking around waiting for an armada to show up, but they somehow never do. I notice space here looks different. Back in Orion, it's dingy-colored like a bruise that's healing. Here it's clean and deep blue. Not exactly black. Not devoid of light. There's light coming from somewhere, but I can't pinpoint the source.

I've never been here before. I have no idea where I am, and it's unsettling. I could end up dying, but then I realize that's not a problem because I'm not stuck in the blockade. If I die, I'll still be free. This finally makes me relax. So, I plunge forward into...wherever it is I am.

After an unknowable amount of time, I come to what I first think is a planetoid. There are cliffs with bare trees and a thin little rim of an atmosphere. Just enough to breathe, but not much else. As I traverse the outside of this planetoid, I suddenly see that the entire thing is actually a space station. The cliffs and trees are just part of a garden of sorts. The rest looks like a magnificently huge city with a canyon down the middle where ships come in and out.

I get a glimpse of this city for just a moment, and then the memory ends. I have recovered nothing else since.

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How It Arrived

As I said, this memory took 10 years to recover, and it didn't come all at once or in order. It came in the form of recurring dreams.

​So for years, I'd been dreaming about the escape part of the memory. Just replaying that escape over and over and over. At the time, I'd been playing EVE Online. EVE Online is an online multiplayer game that takes place in a galaxy discovered by humans millions of years ago. The lore that was created for this galaxy is magnificent. So, naturally, I thought I was just dreaming about playing the game.

That is until late 2021. My spiritual awakening had just begun, and I mean JUST begun. I was just started to learn how to meditate. I was just learning about different dimensions. I was trying to practice telepathy, and I was learning that ETs are telepathic--well wouldn't it be cool to talk to them too? So, I'd been experimenting with it. I was just learning about the starseed phenomenon. I was only just coming around to the idea of past lives, but I didn't think I had any not on Earth. Always been on Earth as far as I knew. I couldn't possibly be a starseed myself, but the subject was sure interesting. Right?

Well, one night, I was in prayer and the night previous I had had that dream again. This time I saw I was arriving at the planetoid. It was the second time I'd dreamt of the successful escape. I'd just been reading earlier in the day about the Secret Space Program, and that subject was making me go "Hmm..."

Anyway, I was praying and suddenly I felt prompted to ask The Question: "God...the events in that dream I keep having...did that happen to me?" I felt kind of scared to know the answer, honestly. I was quite nervous about the answer.

Oh my goodness, you should have heard the higher realms. At the time, my reception wasn't as clear as it is today. As I said, I was just figuring out telepathy, and wasn't at a point where I could clearly hear an answer. But I GOT an answer. I got one right away, and the level of excitement behind whatever being it was trying to answer me was astounding. They were SO excited I'd asked.

My right ear started to ring, which was normally how I would experience a telepathic response. It rang, then it increased in pitch. Layer after layer after layer of increasing pitch, until it was so high pitched I couldn't hear it anymore. Then, suddenly, I heard music instead. It was a series of tones, played in a sequence, not exactly a song but it was musical.

These days, I tend to think it was every last one of my guides and angels crying out in joy that FINALLY, I was asking The Question: Am I more than this self?

While I didn't understand that as an answer, it made me practice telepathy and meditation more, because I wanted a clear answer. Shortly after that, I was given the last piece of the memory--the beginning part with my brother. Eventually I connected with a guide, and she explained that this all happened in Orion. She even showed me where in Orion (the center of the belt).

It took a while for me to fully grasp what this meant. However, I didn't resist this information too much. I just would look at it, set it aside in my mind, look at it again, set it aside, look at it again...and so on...

​Until one day in February 2022, I agreed. This had happened to me a very long time ago, and I am, at least in part, from Orion.

At the time, my thoughts went something like this: That means I'm an alien. Shit. Now what.