Storytime: Rejected by the Clan

The following memory came back mid-February 2022. It's fairly short, but gives a little context to the previous post.

The Memory

I'm flying through the air. I have wings and a large body, but it's of an upright shape. Around me twenty other similar beings to myself are screeching, screaming, and making the most awful sound. In my mind, I know they are saying "Traitor!"

One of them catches up to me and proceeds to try to rip my face off. I can feel the claws digging into my jawline and pulling, pulling, ferociously pulling. It's a Draco being, which is to say, it looks like a white dragon crossed with a human being.

This is my clan. I have betrayed them. Now they are trying to murder me. And it's all because I decided I didn't want to be part of the darkness anymore. It's all because I decided I wanted to work with Light instead of Dark.

Can't have that, can we.

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How It Arrived

The memory itself came in as I was walking in the parking deck at work. One moment, I'm walking, the next moment I'm flying, and the very next moment I'm still walking. This happens fairly regularly in this parking deck. I receive a memory, and then I'm there but I'm also here. I'm still getting used to this sensation when it happens, but I have to admit, flying and walking are not a good combination. Made me queasy.

Normally, these memories have a little bit of a "warning" that they're coming about a week in advance. I'll suddenly start thinking about the subject matter or something related to it, and then the next week, the memory comes.

In this case, I'd been contemplating a video by Honey C Golden where she was talking about how everyone's had a "bad" lifetime. I was also thinking about a UFO experience I talked about on this blog last year. In the craft were neutral/positive Draco. What I didn't talk about then, but I learned afterwards was I had incarnated as one of those Draco at least once. And I wasn't always a good guy.

It's something I've had to just let sit somewhere in my mind for a while, because I didn't feel super comfortable accepting that I'd been not just a "bad guy" but a probably REALLY bad guy at one point.

This led me to think about the Orion Wars again, and suddenly I felt that I had played both sides. I was Dark first, then decided I wanted to play Light. This memory is about deciding to change sides.

For what it's worth, I've forgiven myself of those lifetimes that probably happened millions of years ago. I've come a long way, after all.