I have this hazy memory. It's one of those that I've always associated with "past life" material, and even though I never thought it was connected to another "past life" material pocket in my mind I have to wonder. In fact it's one of the many things in my head I poke at, wondering if I made it up. It's important to make sure you haven't made anything up.
The time line is that Kausha - the original me, the perfect hybrid created artificially in a Blue Valley on a planet many light years from now on the other side of a black hole - was lonely. Her planet had been hazed and almost everyone had been rounded up for slavery by the attackers. This was when the united peace that was a universal wide empire fell. She had lived at the capital.
So she lived there on this abandoned, lost world with only a few things to keep her company. The loneliness drove her mad, so she put herself into a deep sleep and sent her soul forth to find company. While floating in the upper realms, there was a giant creature that many would call God. It took notice of her and swallowed her in order to make it part of it's own kingdom.
Not to die, but to be remade into one of it's many clones. But she valued her individuality very much. She knew she was unique, for all there had been five of her at her cloning... she was the only survivor. So she begged for the being to please not take that away from her. He took pity on her tears and let her keep her identity, but he had to change her a little bit... so he changed her just enough so that she could survive in his "Heaven."
She mostly ran errands in Heaven. There was a team of five others she was attached to. They were a lot older than her and more viewed her as an annoying little sister. "The Team of Light" they were called; Lightbringers. Or at least, that's the best way I can describe the pictures in my head.
There was one being who did not like the way things were being run, so a rebellion was planned. She learned of this rebellion and went to the Being and asked him if it was okay if she joined the other side. He said yes.
Why she asked, or why it was brought up I can't say. Maybe she was spying. Maybe she was just so obedient she had to ask for permission to do such a thing. Either way, there was a battle. It was short, and she was on the sidelines for most of it. And it was over. Tables were turned and the "red one" had managed to gain the upper hand.
So he lined up everyone who had ever followed him. Her team as well. She stood on the far end - to the right of the line - and watched as each person was approached. "I order you to die." And they obediently did, one by one.
So she ran. She ran and ran and ran. She leaped from Heaven, back into the aether, flying with the wings the Being had given her. She ran until she came to Earth and hid in a body that was not her own.
But most things are metaphor when describing how things happened, keeping in mind that much of what happens to a Butterfly is done under a hypnotic state. We interpret things with visual references, and we even replace real things with dreams. One exercise I distinctly remember from only about five years ago had me on an island serving a dictator. I knew I was on an island, and I was to enact certain behavior around the handler who was being the dictator. But while this was happening, I was also aware that items in the hallway I was to take to be equipment were really cardboard boxes with peanuts.
There was a young blond girl who was in the exercise with me. I remember her because - as happens often when subjects are too young in these exercises - she passed out mid-action. Well, having been a parent my instincts to protect were strong so I followed the doctors when they picked up her limp body and carried her into the hall. I watched as a lady doctor put music headphones on the girl's head after she had been laid on one of the boxes of peanuts. The doctor saw me watching and asked if everything was okay. I knew if I let on that I could see what was really happening I was in trouble so I just asked if the soldier would live, listened to the planned reply, and went back to the exercise.
A couple of days later I was at a gas station in the back woods near my home. The girl was there with her family. She saw me, I saw her. She jumped into my car - excited - and said, "Hi!"
I wanted to say hi back, but... I had to look at her and say, "Honey, you don't know me."
She jumped immediately back to her family. And I've wondered about her ever since.
Why *would* anyone believe a Butterfly who remembers these things, when we've been told to see things not as they really are?
So I went to Heaven after I had been nearly created. And I served The Lord. Who was at the bad end of a coup. And watched as everyone was put to death, one by one, until I feared for my life enough to run. Because of everyone there, I had managed to retain individual thought. Which, I might add, my first handler prized in me. I'm not sure why.
The surroundings of that memory are full of smoke, clouds, and there's just nothing there. So. Maybe it didn't happen. Who knows.
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Monday, November 26, 2012
MY SOUL FLEW HOME.
1997 (Date estimated: back entry taken from my grimoire before it decayed entirely)
A vision/dream.
MY SOUL FLEW HOME.
I think this was the first time I've come home since I slept to astral travel out and search for Juvinich. I did that lifetimes ago, and I stepped to earth as I always have been; an adolescent, the Earth equivalent of 14 years old, and small.
I walked down from the mountain and to my castle. All around me was lush vegetation; the plant leaves were enormous and succulent. I went to the back of the castle, which was covered in vines and overgrowth as if it had been in ruins for a very long time. This was a definite change (in my mind) from when the place was inhabited and cared for. I remember noticing how brown everything was. I entered through a small side door; a servant's entrance and not well-known. I had often used this door when not wanting to be noticed.
I walked through the halls, noting the disrepair of my home, and suddenly the regent came around the corner. He was a redhead with wiry hair and a beard. He stopped short and exclaimed, "You're back!!" as if overjoyed, and then he encased me in a bear hug. Immediately, he called for servants (there were only three) and arranged to have me cared for. We walked through the audience chamber, and sitting in my mother's chair was the regent's daughter. She was blond and her hair flowed like shining silk. She was not happy that I had returned and complained loudly. She must have been in her twenties.
They put me in my old room, and how overjoyed I was to see they had kept things the way I had them! It was a small chamber, and most of the decor was red-brown. My couch was there - gods, how I miss my couch at times - and I immediately went to sleep on it.
Time passed, most of it with me spending time in my bedroom among my familiar things. The regent spent a lot of time playing with me; he taught me this chess-like game. I was aware he was acting like the father I had never had in that life, and I adored him for it.
Came a day - perhaps three days after my arrival, no more than a week - that I finally ventured onto my balcony that adjoins my bedroom. I love that balcony. I started to sway and dance to myself, and I began singing, in English, "I am the princess of Shiro, and I have come home." I was very aware that I had switched to English.
And then, I was picked up by an invisible force; the castle was rejecting me, it was trying to throw me off and dash me to my death on the ground below. It was all I could do to cling to the wall and repeat, "I rebuke you I rebuke you I rebuke you," over and over again as if I were fighting a demon. When I realized I could not rebuke the castle - the very thing I commanded by rights - the force stopped. I picked myself up and the regent came.
"Who are you really?" he demanded. "The castle would not have rejected the REAL princess! Who are you?!"
Somehow, I knew the regent's daughter had gone into the controls of the castle to try to throw me off, but I said nothing about that. Instead, I opened my mind in the old way of communicating through mind/dream speech. I began to tell the regent what had befallen me after I had left. It began with me selling myself to the winged folk in the caves for the sake of my people, and working my way up through their army until I was a great general of much trust and importance. The winged folk would send me to destroy and conquer - I was very good at it.
And then came a day that I was transporting my people via starship from one destination to another. (Think trains for Comanche and Lakota Indians.) I knew the kingdom's regent was on-board, so I went down to visit him. I opened the door and... to my horror... the regent was sitting on a cell bench, but he had died ages ago and all that was left was a skeleton with a red beard. I ran to the cargo hold and opened the doors to behold my people - the people I had sold myself to save - and what had been done to them. Genetically manipulated, all of the people who were once revered to be the most shining and beautiful creatures in the cosmos were monsters such as ogres, walking skeleton creatures, and distorted things turned inside out.
I was furious. I made a speech. I was passionate. I cried, "Let's fight!" and they cheered. I opened the cargo bay doors, and they streamed by the hundreds out into the ship to attack my own regiment. I turned to my second in command, a blond young man with a somber/troubled expression, and said, "So begins my rebellion." I would have returned my thoughts to the regent to face his shock or wrath, but I found myself being wrenched out of the dream instead. I fought it; I didn't want to leave my home, but after much fighting I opened my eyes to (my ex-husband). He had woke me and complained he had to send his demon to wrench me back to Earth.
Dammit, I was home. The place needs me, I was home, and (my ex-husband) wouldn't let me stay.
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This vision/dream happened to me at a time when I was just beginning to truly explore what was in my head. In a sense it's where my story begins and is probably where I should have started this journal. My home was a place in the stars very far away and my people, as far as I believed, had been decimated in a huge invasion by "the black shelled beasts" who enslaved us and scattered the empire to the winds.
It was much much later I learned that among the UFO community there was the legend of the Lyrans that matched my story - well, except for the Pleiadian-born propaganda about the people having been too warlike as a reason why they fell apart. The way I remembered it, we chose to remain neutral and did not act to save our outlying regions which were falling prey to invasion and persecution by a new race of beings on the outside.
Also at the time there was a plague happening, something I came to call the "soap bubble disease." Basically people would just suddenly fall sick and fade away. I thought maybe it was because their souls were too old and were popping like decrepit bubbles. I had memories of watching my father fade and then my older brothers - and that the rest of the family had also met to tragic end after tragic end so that it was only me and my mother at the end.
I was the only survivor among my siblings.
So we as a race acted to create a bridge between us and our enemies.... and to try to save our dying creed. That was how I and my siblings came to be. We were created with immortal souls, a genetic blend of all races. We were the symbol of unity. My mother was from one of the more oppressed races and had been married in to my father. It was very important that he had midnight black hair - that black that's rare even among humans today - and she was a fiery strawberry redhead. I had my father's hair. Something I also learned much later was how black hair was reserved for the Lyran nobility, so again another match.
She wore a grieving mask - which was traditional like we would wear black today. As a small child watching her pass by me in the hallways of our large "ant hill" I was given the impression that being forced to be queen made her sad. Now I'm older and I think it was much more than that.
(Stop me if I've talked about this here before. I honestly forget what I've talked about and what I have not; it gets confused in my mind.)
So these memories stand and have always stood foremost in my mind, like a beacon summoning me into my future.
My older brother and I were talking on the phone today, and the subject of these things and how we used to look forward to our roles in the future came up. He complained that someone had tampered with the plan. Things had fallen behind, some things had been changed. And our roles had been diminished.
But I look at this ever bright memory in my mind and how things are happening today and I'm just not sure. We expected one thing out of fate, the cosmic plan, and our lives without really understanding what we were being "told". So we interpreted things according to our juvenile fantasies. But I look at how things are happening, at where I stand today, and where others stand, and I think things are happening just as we expected them to be... from the government oppression to starvation in the streets. They're all things I wanted desperately to avoid, tried frantically to find a way off planet to avoid them by, and am now watching at the age I was told they would happen. My feelings about leaders and acts of Congress are the same now as they were at the age of 10 - I just understand why I felt the way I do now. So that watching history unfold around me has given myself a deeper understanding of myself and my memories more than anything.
And that bright memory which I got to relive quite literally in 1997 still calls me home... the thing that has changed for me is I no longer want to go "home" in order to escape this mess. I want to go home - there - because it's a place I can do something about things.
A vision/dream.
MY SOUL FLEW HOME.
I think this was the first time I've come home since I slept to astral travel out and search for Juvinich. I did that lifetimes ago, and I stepped to earth as I always have been; an adolescent, the Earth equivalent of 14 years old, and small.
I walked down from the mountain and to my castle. All around me was lush vegetation; the plant leaves were enormous and succulent. I went to the back of the castle, which was covered in vines and overgrowth as if it had been in ruins for a very long time. This was a definite change (in my mind) from when the place was inhabited and cared for. I remember noticing how brown everything was. I entered through a small side door; a servant's entrance and not well-known. I had often used this door when not wanting to be noticed.
I walked through the halls, noting the disrepair of my home, and suddenly the regent came around the corner. He was a redhead with wiry hair and a beard. He stopped short and exclaimed, "You're back!!" as if overjoyed, and then he encased me in a bear hug. Immediately, he called for servants (there were only three) and arranged to have me cared for. We walked through the audience chamber, and sitting in my mother's chair was the regent's daughter. She was blond and her hair flowed like shining silk. She was not happy that I had returned and complained loudly. She must have been in her twenties.
They put me in my old room, and how overjoyed I was to see they had kept things the way I had them! It was a small chamber, and most of the decor was red-brown. My couch was there - gods, how I miss my couch at times - and I immediately went to sleep on it.
Time passed, most of it with me spending time in my bedroom among my familiar things. The regent spent a lot of time playing with me; he taught me this chess-like game. I was aware he was acting like the father I had never had in that life, and I adored him for it.
Came a day - perhaps three days after my arrival, no more than a week - that I finally ventured onto my balcony that adjoins my bedroom. I love that balcony. I started to sway and dance to myself, and I began singing, in English, "I am the princess of Shiro, and I have come home." I was very aware that I had switched to English.
And then, I was picked up by an invisible force; the castle was rejecting me, it was trying to throw me off and dash me to my death on the ground below. It was all I could do to cling to the wall and repeat, "I rebuke you I rebuke you I rebuke you," over and over again as if I were fighting a demon. When I realized I could not rebuke the castle - the very thing I commanded by rights - the force stopped. I picked myself up and the regent came.
"Who are you really?" he demanded. "The castle would not have rejected the REAL princess! Who are you?!"
Somehow, I knew the regent's daughter had gone into the controls of the castle to try to throw me off, but I said nothing about that. Instead, I opened my mind in the old way of communicating through mind/dream speech. I began to tell the regent what had befallen me after I had left. It began with me selling myself to the winged folk in the caves for the sake of my people, and working my way up through their army until I was a great general of much trust and importance. The winged folk would send me to destroy and conquer - I was very good at it.
And then came a day that I was transporting my people via starship from one destination to another. (Think trains for Comanche and Lakota Indians.) I knew the kingdom's regent was on-board, so I went down to visit him. I opened the door and... to my horror... the regent was sitting on a cell bench, but he had died ages ago and all that was left was a skeleton with a red beard. I ran to the cargo hold and opened the doors to behold my people - the people I had sold myself to save - and what had been done to them. Genetically manipulated, all of the people who were once revered to be the most shining and beautiful creatures in the cosmos were monsters such as ogres, walking skeleton creatures, and distorted things turned inside out.
I was furious. I made a speech. I was passionate. I cried, "Let's fight!" and they cheered. I opened the cargo bay doors, and they streamed by the hundreds out into the ship to attack my own regiment. I turned to my second in command, a blond young man with a somber/troubled expression, and said, "So begins my rebellion." I would have returned my thoughts to the regent to face his shock or wrath, but I found myself being wrenched out of the dream instead. I fought it; I didn't want to leave my home, but after much fighting I opened my eyes to (my ex-husband). He had woke me and complained he had to send his demon to wrench me back to Earth.
Dammit, I was home. The place needs me, I was home, and (my ex-husband) wouldn't let me stay.
________________
This vision/dream happened to me at a time when I was just beginning to truly explore what was in my head. In a sense it's where my story begins and is probably where I should have started this journal. My home was a place in the stars very far away and my people, as far as I believed, had been decimated in a huge invasion by "the black shelled beasts" who enslaved us and scattered the empire to the winds.
It was much much later I learned that among the UFO community there was the legend of the Lyrans that matched my story - well, except for the Pleiadian-born propaganda about the people having been too warlike as a reason why they fell apart. The way I remembered it, we chose to remain neutral and did not act to save our outlying regions which were falling prey to invasion and persecution by a new race of beings on the outside.
Also at the time there was a plague happening, something I came to call the "soap bubble disease." Basically people would just suddenly fall sick and fade away. I thought maybe it was because their souls were too old and were popping like decrepit bubbles. I had memories of watching my father fade and then my older brothers - and that the rest of the family had also met to tragic end after tragic end so that it was only me and my mother at the end.
I was the only survivor among my siblings.
So we as a race acted to create a bridge between us and our enemies.... and to try to save our dying creed. That was how I and my siblings came to be. We were created with immortal souls, a genetic blend of all races. We were the symbol of unity. My mother was from one of the more oppressed races and had been married in to my father. It was very important that he had midnight black hair - that black that's rare even among humans today - and she was a fiery strawberry redhead. I had my father's hair. Something I also learned much later was how black hair was reserved for the Lyran nobility, so again another match.
She wore a grieving mask - which was traditional like we would wear black today. As a small child watching her pass by me in the hallways of our large "ant hill" I was given the impression that being forced to be queen made her sad. Now I'm older and I think it was much more than that.
(Stop me if I've talked about this here before. I honestly forget what I've talked about and what I have not; it gets confused in my mind.)
So these memories stand and have always stood foremost in my mind, like a beacon summoning me into my future.
My older brother and I were talking on the phone today, and the subject of these things and how we used to look forward to our roles in the future came up. He complained that someone had tampered with the plan. Things had fallen behind, some things had been changed. And our roles had been diminished.
But I look at this ever bright memory in my mind and how things are happening today and I'm just not sure. We expected one thing out of fate, the cosmic plan, and our lives without really understanding what we were being "told". So we interpreted things according to our juvenile fantasies. But I look at how things are happening, at where I stand today, and where others stand, and I think things are happening just as we expected them to be... from the government oppression to starvation in the streets. They're all things I wanted desperately to avoid, tried frantically to find a way off planet to avoid them by, and am now watching at the age I was told they would happen. My feelings about leaders and acts of Congress are the same now as they were at the age of 10 - I just understand why I felt the way I do now. So that watching history unfold around me has given myself a deeper understanding of myself and my memories more than anything.
And that bright memory which I got to relive quite literally in 1997 still calls me home... the thing that has changed for me is I no longer want to go "home" in order to escape this mess. I want to go home - there - because it's a place I can do something about things.
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