What My 3D Job Actually Paid Me to Do

Today I want to share some revelations about what my day job on Earth was actually paying me to do. Hint: it’s not what my job description said.

When I graduated college, I had a degree in Illustration. I had dreams of becoming a book illustrator, because I was naturally talented at taking people’s words and condensing them into an image. I have a natural talent for composing scenes, because my internal world is recorded like a movie—like I am watching myself. So, I understand composition, because all my memory and dreams are constructed like someone directing it and I am watching.

Anyway, that was the dream. Then came the reality of having to start my own business, which in 2009 was more difficult to do than in 2024. I do not excel at marketing, because I do not care enough about marketing to be good at it. You could say it’s because I have an over-integrated ego, but I also do not care. There is no inspiration or passion for doing such, and if I don’t feel passion for something, it’s not happening. I can’t force myself to do things very well. It’s against my fundamental nature (and likely why I was drained all the time while on Earth).

So, I didn’t start the business. I needed a job. I applied everywhere, and mysteriously none of the positions panned out. They would just vaporize into nothing. Except working for local government. My mother worked there, which predisposed them to accept me. My first positions were service positions. I was that nice woman who would handle your vehicle registration (and I was very nice) and make sure you didn’t get a ticket for something we would both agree was an annoying law. I liked being of service, even though that drained me considerably. But I was good at it.

I was also very good with people who did not speak English very well. Not because I could speak other languages, but because as they attempted to speak English and would put a ton of mental force behind their words, I could telepathically pick up what they meant to say. This was something I did naturally. I even was able to pick up on what people speaking other languages were talking about, much to one gentleman’s surprise when he had a discussion with his son in French and I replied in English to his French-spoken question without missing a beat. You should have seen the look on his face. He was delighted and freaked out at the same time. I was simply delighted.

I moved through positions, slowly climbing upward in responsibility and salary, and every new position I took had one common factor: I could discern what people needed even when they could barely get the words out of their mouth coherently.

When I arrived in the final job function I had before ending the Earth experience, I found myself as a web developer. I cannot write code. I don’t know how. But I’m intelligent enough to know how to research the pieces I need and stitch them together. This made everyone think I could write code. There are so many times I had to burst people’s bubbles and tell them that’s not what I know how to do.

Of course, it begged the question, what am I actually being paid to do? Clearly there’s something valuable that I can do that others cannot that somehow I’m still working in this job and even continually being paid more to do.

I finally figured it out this past week, and you can see I’ve already alluded to it here.

I was being paid for my telepathic ability, because I had that turned all the way on and nobody else did. But Earth does not recognize this as a real thing, so there were all sorts of “excuses” made on behalf of the 3D Matrix to make this make sense. At the end of the day, though, I found myself being looped into projects right when everyone was at a loss. When people couldn’t understand what to do. When teams weren’t communicating. When people were confused as to how to express their desires. When that would start happening, they’d go, “Let’s bring in Kyrie. She’ll help us fix it.”

Suddenly, I’d find myself pulled into a project halfway through, in meetings with people trying to figure out what they wanted. I’d sit in the meetings, listen to everyone, then say, “Oh, you’re wanting X, Y, Z and you want it to work like A, B, C. But the vendor is saying they can only do Y this way, Z that way, and C just isn’t possible. Okay, well…here’s how we can tell them what we want.”

Unanimously, the teams gathered would go, “Yes, that’s right! That’s it! Thank you!”

And then I’d sometimes be held on the project for some reason regarding design, user experience, or something like that… But the truth is that toward the end, I’d barely have to do any of that. I’d do just enough to make the Matrix look the other way and not worry about what I was actually being paid to do.

When I figured this out the other day, it was like a light bulb flicked on. “No wonder people kept grabbing me for emergencies! No wonder people kept just randomly looping me in and out of projects. No wonder I barely had to do anything other than operate as the ‘coordinator’ and ‘communicator’. They weren’t paying me to be a web developer! They were paying me to be a telepath!”

Oh, I laughed and laughed at that.

Interestingly enough, the workplace is the one area of my life where I got to exercise boundary setting and have it work. It’s mostly because I was able to be 60% Kyrie at work, while in personal relationships (friends, romantic, family) I could only be 10% Kyrie. Being 10% myself is very dull, by the way. Since I could be more myself than not, my boundaries were actually respected. I was able to flex being “boss lady” more, which is a little bit more my natural energy as a soul.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

—Kyriel