When Humans Realize You Aren't One of Them

This is a recollection of the strange behaviors people began to exhibit in my latter days on Earth when they would interact with me. Those of you who have been step downs will find this particularly amusing. Maybe even a reflection of your own experiences.

During my last days on Earth, people I would interact with started to treat me differently. Not in a bad way, actually, though if my ego had been touchy about this subject, I could have taken offense at the way people talked to me.

What do I mean?

Well, there came a point where more and more clerks, cashiers, waiters, and general "random" people I didn't know started acting like I wasn't human.

It started with small jokes. At the grocery store, I'm in the checkout line and the cashier is scanning my items. I'm fairly conscious about my food choices, but one day I really wanted Spaghettio's so I got a can. So, I have all this high quality good and then there's the Spaghettio's. The cashier picks up the can, looks right at me, and says, "And this is how I know you're human." Which made me laugh pretty hard, because the implication is that she initially thought I was not human and my humanity needed proving in some way.

There was another time where a bartender joked about me being an alien. It was just an off-handed comment, I forget what we were talking about. Again, I thought it hilarious.

Then things started getting weird.

I'd interact with bank tellers, and they'd act like I didn't understand banking or Earth, and they'd offer extra help explaining things to me. Or I'd interact with a clerk at the hardware store, and they'd painstakingly explain their app as if I do not know how to use an app. (Please keep in mind, I was in my 30's and quite obviously of the generation on Earth that has a device surgically attached to them.)

And this happened more and more. The general random people I'd encounter would keep acting like I didn't know how to Earth. I really could have gotten miffed about it, but it was just so amusing that I let it keep happening. Plus that desire to "go out of their way" to assist me was actually needed sometimes. Sometimes I really did need the extra help someone would offer.

A great example of this is when I moved to an apartment, the leasing office went out of their way to make everything as easy as possible. Like they really, really wanted me to be there.

People would also look at me funny. I'm not sure what they were seeing exactly, but I get the distinct impression they'd look at me, notice I looked human...but feel I was something not human. They'd feel something otherworldly, and a lot the ones I encountered who'd look at me odd (sometimes a little coyly) seemed to rather like that.

Further, everywhere I went, people started to notice a shift when I'd, for example, sit down at a bar to eat. Bartenders would start having a better day. People near me at the restaurant started shifting their conversations to more positive things. People sitting next to me that I'd chat with would suddenly want to talk about genetics, metaphysics, history...all sorts of things they probably don't normally get to talk about. It's like wherever I went, I'd start influencing the energies and consciousness of the entire area.

It was a blast to realize this and notice it. Not that I had any particular things I'd want to influence people to do, except maybe to have courage and take accountability for their lives and themselves. That's about all I really consciously thought about influencing others to experience. Otherwise, I just wanted to go about being myself and not having to tailor myself to anyone or anything anymore.

Which is the experience received once I was brave enough to claim it.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

​--Kyriel