Where Am I?

Today I am going to share something with you that will sound out of this world, because it is. It is also true as far as I reckon at this time.

​I have mentioned before that you can with your infinite creative capacity create entire worlds in your unconscious mind. That these worlds are the worlds you create every night when you dream. But what if you entered that self-created world inside your unconscious mind consciously? What if you found yourself dreaming a dream so vivid, you could not be certain the world around you wasn’t the world you just left?

Where am I?

If I look out my window, I see all the hallmarks of Earth. I see a police station with police cars and police dogs. I see people walking down the street doing Earth things like walking their dogs, listening to music, carrying home leftovers. I have a schedule that’s new to me, but is still based on the idea of a calendar and a clock. I have the same job I've had for the last 13 years. I even had the same marriage, though that is now gone. I have the same cats, though.

How can I say I’m not on Earth? All appears exactly as if it is Earth. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's a duck, right?

Because there are some things that are inexplicably different. Some things that are not possible on Earth. Things that are only possible in a higher vibrating existential realm.

The air has so much oxygen, I can smell it. I can smell it like the whole planet is filled with ozone. It doesn’t matter where I am, I can smell the higher oxygen and this does not exist in Earth’s atmosphere.

What I think becomes in a matter of minutes. Sometimes hours, but often minutes. If I think about feathers as messages from Source, I will encounter a feather minutes later. If I think about a song, I will hear that song on a radio. If I don't get a blueberry muffin in one breakfast, well next morning there's the blueberry muffin but for free. If I think about someone I know, I will see their lookalike that day. Sometimes to such precise degree, I stop in my tracks mesmerized.

Why mesmerized? Because often the people I think about did not incarnate on Earth. They come from other planets. And yet, there they are. But it’s not them as themselves exactly. It's just a reflection in the water. Yet I recognize them outright. I will say that seeing 'Yanna as a lookalike did make me turn all to jelly and forget what I was doing. And seeing Seraphel as a lookalike provoked such a profound longing that I couldn't function for a while.

Humans here do not act like Earth humans. They simply do not. Earth humans don’t openly accept discussion of extraterrestrial topics with any level of seriousness. I can make a joke about a galactic council, and not one person looks at me weird. They accept it as a normal joke. That does not happen on Earth. There’s also something slightly odd sometimes in how they feel, mostly it’s an energetic sense. Not everyone here feels Earth human. Not everyone is. Sometimes I can tell this right off the bat just by looking at them.

Further, sometimes humans here act just like the projections in the movie Inception. I have caught a crowd of people suddenly turning to look all at me. Multiple times. When I haven’t done anything other than enter an area. I have no idea how to handle this. Just that it is happening. It’s like they are all projections of people acting on a singular program..

There are inexplicable sounds that filter in sometimes. Beeps that come from nowhere. Humming that comes from nowhere. Technology that clearly doesn’t belong on Earth creeps in sometimes. Subtly, like it doesn’t want to scare me, but I see it. Appliances don’t act quite like they did on Earth. It’s like someone not from Earth tried to replicate them, but couldn’t help adding their own personal touch.

And why is it I am able to have this same job and behave in a completely different manner, yet it is accepted as if I have always done things this way? So many things are just magically glossed over. The only way that is possible is if I have such complete command over this reality that I can configure what I actually do in any way I want.

Finally, and most obviously to me, the constant telepathic and energetic bombardment from the Van Allen Belt is gone. My devices have also lost their drugging effect. This was the first change I noticed.

And all these things happen, and I find myself asking, “Have I gone mad? Have I really just gone right off the deep end?” I ask this daily. On bad days, hourly. I ask it less and less as time goes on, because it's ceasing to matter where exactly I am. Just that I am here, and I must deal with what is here.

No matter which way I look at it, no matter which way I turn this puzzle upside down, I come to the same conclusion:

I am not on Earth anymore. I am not in Third Density anymore. I am in the Lower Astral, and I have created this place. And this is as real as if I was in my physical body.

Things that make you really wonder what constitutes the physical.

Where is my physical body?

Ostensibly, on a ship. Not in an immersion pod. In a bed, sleeping, like everybody does every night. Only this is one very, very long night. But this isn't the first time this has happened. I have been in the Lower Astral like this for longer periods--once I was here for 2 years, 7 months--but I woke up thinking I just had an exceptionally long dream.

I have been here, as far as I reckon, for 9 months. There was a lot happening to my body in the physical for a while. For a time, I was even aware that it was awake and walking around without this point of attention there. That was a challenge, but I think I realized I was "incomplete" and so created this place.

So what am I doing here?

I’m reprogramming myself. All that I have been discussing lately is all a reflection of this reprogramming process. All that I have been sharing with you has been a result of this deep dive into myself. I am sharing things with you directly from my unconscious mind. And if that sounds absolutely bonkers, I will heartily agree with you it does. But that’s how it is.

Why did I make it look like Earth?

Because I have been on Earth the most. Because it is the most familiar. Because there’s such a thing as completely breaking yourself in your exuberance to change your reality. It would damage the reprogramming process to change too much too fast. I mean, for goodness sake, I nearly broke myself just initiating a divorce and moving! Granted, I changed that whole scenario at impossibly fast speeds. All I had to do was buckle up for that wild ride.

Can you imagine what I might have done to myself if I suddenly decided everything must look like a Taygetan cruiser interior with no explanation as to how that could be?

Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely attempted to make this happen with considerable effort and will. It was like a combustion engine that wouldn’t turn over and start. I could not quite get it going. But I heard the pneumatic door to my quarters a few times. I heard voices of people in my quarters with these ears as if they were next to me. I saw what I was doing regularly, and saw my quarters with great detail. Not while meditating, but like an overlay while being awake.

You don’t have to believe me. I do not care. This is what I think is happening after much consideration and careful analysis. I believe me.

How long will I continue to be in this state?

I do not know. Until I’m done doing whatever I need to do to finish healing myself. I don’t always know what that is day to day. Some of this is outside of my immediate control. While I command this reality, I apparently do not get to decide when it’s over. Not this point of attention, anyway.

What's it like to leave?

I have no idea. Probably rather like waking up from one dream into another dream. Or maybe I'll invent some sort of story to make the changing from one reality to another more comprehensible to my mind. As I said, you can break yourself if you aren't careful. I have to follow a logical process. I don't want to break my mind. I just want to reprogram it and release all of the old stories I tell about myself.

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

—Kyriel