That Time I Was a Planet

I started writing this yesterday, and I want to finish it today. Also a bit of a journal entry at the end.

Remember how I’ve talked about, with much grinning, being a place? How a person can also be a place? How that is an idea I find weirdly delightfully strange and wonderful?

What if I was a place and a person at the same time, and I don’t mean my situation in the astral. That’s just a reflection of something I once was.

Once upon a time, in the Antennae Galaxy, I was a planetary consciousness. Like Gaia is for Earth. And (sounds like) Oskòrií for Erra. I don’t remember the name of the planet I was. Nor do I remember my name as a being. If I even had one.

The planet was one of savannas, uplands, mountains, steppes, and other open places with many species of grasses and several species of trees. And many, many species of flowers. The flowers in the plains were glorious to look at. I spent a lot of time on them. There were no lakes, but many rivers and streams. No oceans, but many seas. The few trees that were there were very large—like giant yew trees thousands of feet high and half a mile in diameter. There were animals there. Four-legged ungulate types of things you’d recognize as something like antelope. Many species of bats. No birds or reptiles. And light beings.

And at the same time I was busy being a planet, I manifested myself as a masculine blue light being on its surface so I could know what it’s like to live on my body. None of the beings inhabiting that planet had a physical shape. They were all energy beings only.

While I was doing so, I encountered a purple-pink being that looked like slowly flowing plasma. She very rapidly became to me the apple of my eye. My favorite being on that planet. I loved her very, very much. I created flower species for her. She did not know I was the planet itself. She thought only that I was another light being, but she loved me just the same as I did her and that impressed me.

I don’t remember anything else about that experience. Just that we existed and we loved each other and that was that. It was uncomplicated. And that we have followed each other in and out of lifetimes in this galaxy.

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Now for the journal entry...

I feel as though I've been hit by a truck today. All I did was inhale a bunch of pollen, and here I am laid up with a fever, aches, and unable to freaking move since this morning. Ordinarily, I'm not allergic to pollen these days. I don't get itchy eyes or a runny nose or a scratchy throat. But this? What was in that pollen? My word.

Well, I'm making some seaweed coconut rice for dinner. Keep it simple. Should help.

Last night I had fever dreams, and some interesting things happened with the SleepTube video I picked combined with those. (Thank you, Mari. It did keep me deep asleep when I was asleep. I'll try a lucid dreaming one tonight and see what happens.)

All night, there was a Taygetan "spell word" (that's what I called it in the dream), it was "ííkèniiì" that I kept turning over in my mind like a cryptex puzzle. Means "awaken", and I kept trying to open the word up and look inside. I knew if I opened it, spools of energy would come out and I'd have solved the spell and made it work. I want to say someone said it out loud next to my body's ear.

I noticed in the chat the word "extraction" keeps getting bandied about more and more. I also noticed Seeds (who I think is dad) has learned how to look around in all physical dimensions while remote viewing. That makes me super happy to see someone else achieving the same! (By the way, Seeds your energy is a little intimidating. I'm trying not to feel that way, but wow there's a lot of quiet power sitting on the other side of that screen.)

To all this, I say to you Mari, please hold on. I'm coming. We can go wild camping together if you'd like to have me along. Or if not, I'll kiss you goodbye from the hangar and see you when you come back from your adventure. I love you so much.

This part is almost done.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel