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talonabraxas · 3 months ago

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Solar Temple - Yellow Galactic Star Talon Abraxas Yellow Star is your Conscious Self - who you are and who you are becoming.

You are a starseed! You contain a holographic 'seed packet' of your evolution into the Mind of Light and the energy that directs you toward wholeness. This resonance offers an expanded view of the larger self and new ways of perceiving reality. Through self-acceptance, you are gifted with this journey. Yellow Star is ignition, like a cosmic milkweed explosion of resonant sparks. It is the launching pad from which you can hear the rumble of the rocket of your accelerated evolution.

The energy of Yellow Star may be experienced as a gentle rocking that becoes a floating and spiraling sensation, ending in a rush of feeling as you move into expanded reality. This sensation has been described as gently cascading fireworks, shimmering burst on the tapesty of Creation. Cascade into this unchartged perspective. Flow on the cosmic winds wherever Divinity directs, arching back to this reality wth a new experience of self.

Yellow Star's starseeded gift is the revelation of the harmony that unites all things. Instead of just aspiring to be harmonious, become harmony. Practice harmony not just as an abstraction, but as a living reality. This practice blends different energies, thoughts, people, and processes. Act on intuitive guidance as to what to combine and when. As you begin to follow your heart, you will know the feeling of being on the return path to the stars.

Yellow Star offers you the ability to hold a greatly expanded focus, a unity of awareness that encompasses aspects of the larger constellation of self. An example of this would be a simultaneous awareness of the desires of the existential self and the truth of the Essence Self. This star harmony encompasses the greatly enlarged perspective of your starseeded self, the part within you that holds the potential of your greatest destiny.

Unlike the preceding 7 tones, which were seperate and distinct, Yellow Star begins a more complex harmonic series as it completes the preceding octave. On a spiritual level, Yellow Star begins the development of higher being. The fundamental tones that occur in this series are of a more expanded frequency than those of the preceding seven tones. In this new octave, there is alignment in the harmonies of Earth and the harmonies of the stars that are now being sounded on Earth. Yellow Star is the first in a series of star harmonies that evoke accelerated growth of the starseed potential within you.

Yellow Human is your Higher Self & Guide.

Yellow Human is the grail, the golden fleece, the philosopher's stone, the alchemical transmutation that turns baser materials into gold. It is the cornucopia, the paradox of emptiness and harvest, the still place that lies open and fallow, receiving the gifts.

Yellow Human offers you the gift of beginner's mind in the fullness of union. Be receptive. Yellow Human is preparing your circuits for transformation. Become empty, that your thirst may be quenched by the bounteous gifts poured from the chalice of the spiralling galaxies. Open and receive all that Yellow Human offers in the chalice of your own body.

Yellow Human asks you to strengthen and clear your physical vessel in order to prepare for the expanded energies of higher mind. Your chalice of self is being purified through vibrational adjustments in the brain/body system. With this quickening, adjustments are made and your circuits of consciousness are naturally transformed. Often this process is accompanied by the sensation of being altered or "rewired". Higher centers of the brain and the light-sensitive pineal and pituitary glands are being activated to contain more light. This penetration brings you to a critical threshold, creating enormous change at the cellular level. It also activates soul memories and expands your concepts of reality.

With this expanded consciousness, your brain/body system is being cleared and fine-tuned so that you can create a sluiceway for the activation and acceleration of cosmic consciousness. This penetration of frequencies and its accompanying quickening is like upgrading the 'hard drive' of your biocomputer and activating the 'hidden chip,' the unused parts of your brain.

In meditation, expand to include all that you are. Then bring that feeling of expansion back into your physical self. In this process, you create a complex stability, opening a chalice of self that is fully rooted in human form. With this expansion, you are freed to explore within a new center that, paradoxically, seems to have to center. Yellow Human reveals the secret of being essence within form, everywhere and nowhere, "nothing" but present in all things.

The metaphor of the ever-expanding chalice is a powerful spiritual tool. This chalice represents the eternal container of light, ever filled with spirit's fire and nourishment. It is the metaphor that represents the form in which your full potential can manifest. Each stage in your journey feels like the final one, but each stage then opens to an expanded form, releasing you into the next stage of consciousness.

All the gifts of the macrocosm pour out of the universal cornucopia. With an open heart, empty yourself to be filled with the fruits of your true desire. Through the temple of your body, lift the chalice of your expanded self and declare that it is filled with truth and clarity. Feel the ecstatic union with your full potential as a human being.

Meditate on the cornucopia with you at its center. Lift the chalice of your self-generated energy vortex to greet the vortex that will descend from above. As an open vessel, prepare a place to receive Yellow Human's gifts. When you flow in unconditional love, all the fruits of the universe rush toward you for benediction.

Bathe in love's essence as a child splashing in a pool on a hot day. Connect with others in joyous union. Use the broom of Yellow Human to sweep your day clear of past experiences and the issues and obstacles of small mind. In the spirit of Yellow Human function on all frequencies and power bands. Your cup is filled with the nectar of sacramental union. Be fulfilled by the great harvest of love!

Red Skywalker is your Subconscious Self and Hidden Helper.

Red Skywalker is the skywalker, the time/space traveller who can jump dimensions to assist you in realizing heaven on Earth. Red Skywalker is unlimited in form but often chooses the form of the angelic messenger.

A person who embodies cosmic wisdom may be known as a sky-walker, sage or bodhisattva. When others see such light in human form, they feel the vibration of heaven. This vibration may be embodied by you or experienced with a guru, master, an energy such as Red Skywalker, or in a 'chance' encounter with an extraordinary person.

An encounter with the energy of Red Skywalker can spark a deep yearning within you for reunion with the Source. Yet from this place of love and compassion, you also have a desire (embodied in physical form) to serve the light. This is the place in you that has the courage to fully express unconditional love, the depths of your being. Red Skywalker asks you to live the new myth by bringing this heaven to Earth in your daily life. As this reality is lived, it touches and awakens the same truth in others: "They kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven."

Red Skywalker represents balance in your life - not static balance, but a dynamic equilibrium that includes both your present expression and your starseeded self. In Red Skywalker's star-glyph you see that the pillars of heaven don't appear to touch the Earth. You are the element that appears to be missing in the star-glyph. You are the one whose expression of the light assists in drawing the pillars of heaven to Earth.

Joining these pillars in yourself can be viewed as reuniting your male and female aspects. Together, in balance, we create the pillars of the etheric temples of heaven on Earth.

The natural state of every system moves toward balance that is fluid and free, as in dance. That balance is experienced differently by each person, but it often brings a sense of steadiness or centeredness even in the midst of movement and change. When you are dancing, you can use your very state of imbalance to create the fluidity of the dance.

White Mirror represents your Challenge and Gift. With maturity and awareness this challenge will turn into a Focus. This is what you desire to learn in this lifetime.

Have you unconsciously created a reality in which you seem lost or confused? In this shadow, you may feel enmeshed in the illusions of the hall of mirrors. Remember that the only real power the hall of mirrors has is your belief that its grand illusions are real! On Earth, we presently live on a holographic playing field made of the elements of time and space. This field draws to itself the density and mass necessary to form a three-dimensional reality. All phenomena within it are images that appear for our learning and growth. Since each of us is a hologram of light within the larger hologram, getting lost in fear, judgement, and denial can certainly appear to be "real", but it is really only an illusion. The essential mind is silent, still, empty - hence, incapable of getting lost.

The transformation offered in this shadow is found by being mindful. Meditate and pray for the reestablishment of your direct connection to Spirit. Become quiet and still. Imagine yourself floating timelessly in the center of the star-glyph White Mirror, receiving divine wisdom. Cut away with clear discrimination. Forgive and release yourself and others. Enter into the timeless truth of the spiritual warrior.

Another shadow transformation of White Mirror may be found in seeing yourself clearly in the mirrors of the world and other people. Using others as mirrors allows you to experience hidden truths about yourself. Ask for honest feedback from friends you trust. Risk hearing the truth about yourself. Openly observe the events in your life to see how they can be used to better understand who you actually are.

One of the most self-limiting illusions is the belief that one's own view of reality is the only one. This often causes the mirror of the world to reflect back to you your "unseen" shadow, and when you see this shadow, it can produce a judgement or reaction. Such emotionally charged situations usually have two poles or positions. When you believe that only you are right, both poles remain charged and fixed. For a moment, experiment with letting go or changing your position. As you loosen your hold and step aside, the "other position" or person is freed to change as well.

Understand that judgement and acceptance are two sides of the same mirror - the transparent mirror of ascension.

Blue Monkey is your Compliment - something that comes naturally to you.

Blue Monkey represents the Divine Child, the child that is ever in a state of open-hearted wisdom, innocence, trust, simplicity and joyful wonder. What would it feel like to actually BE a magical child in this culture and time? The secret that very few know - because they may feel more comfortable trying to protect themselves - is that the divine child offers the strongest of all protections, the invulnerability of openhearted Love. Through innocence, a kind of immunity is created that allows the divine child to be transparent so that the apparent 'slings and arrows' of the world can pass right through without being personalized into wounds, reactions or hurt feelings. This is the path of innocence regained. Transparency is the path of the new consciousness.

Look deeply into the eyes of a happy two year old. There you will see the innocent trust, openheartedness, and spontaneous joy that typifies the divine child. Imagine yourself as an enlightened two-year old, in a state of ecstatic communion and delight. In childhood, you didn't have to remember to be playful - you could easily and fluidly express your emotions. You didn't have to understand whys and wherefores - you knew with your heart. This if your natural state of being, the state of ecstasy, the path of revealed innocence.

In Western culture, many people have a distorted understanding about what it is to be a human being. We are often taught that sucessful adults are responsible, serious, rigid, controlled and goal oriented. In your journey with society, your developmental stages may have been incomplete. The natural sensitivity, fluidity, and freedom of the child may have been left behind in partial passage. Perhaps your inner child was wounded or treated insensitively, and you carried this unresolved process into adulthood. Blue Monkey encourages you to bring forth this incomplete or wounded part for integration and healing.

In this New Myth, your spontaneous, divine child will usher in and anchor the new frequency. How can you heal your inner child? Explore what truly gives you joy. Find types of work that support your sensitivity and create deep satisfaction. Be simple: love, play, dance, draw, colour, sing. These activities are for all divine children - they serve the expression of the magical child in everyone. Consciously make time for the joyful freedom and magic of play!

The number for Blue Monkey is eleven, the vibration wherein novelty and spontaneity break down resistant forms. When unity merges with Essence Self, a mystical foundation is created that disintegrates old patterns. This is actually integration in disguide. As your walls tumble down, they crack into a smile, and the illumination of self shines through.

Your Tone is Tone 8 - Galactic

Empowerment, galactic grid, path of the one heart.

Eight is the ray of harmonic resonance, the foundation of self combined with the current of the trinity. It is love made visible. Create the flow of harmony in your life. Enter the spiral frequencies of the greater galactic grid. You are being offered empowerment through your innate resonance with this grid. Be aware of where you are drawn, for there you will find unique opportunities. Discover the harmony of being in this natural resonance with others. Be receptive. You are the diviner of harmony, the meeting ground of physical reality and the infinite.

Bring a deeper harmony to the practical circumstances in which you find yourself. Free the ego from its self-centeredness. Embrace the potent energies that are raising the harmonic frequencies of the planet. Breathe easily; you are the song being sun by the new golden octave. Sound the resonant tone of the one heart!

These excerpts were taken from the book, "The Mayan Oracle - Return Path to the Stars" by Ariel Spilsbury & Michael Bryner

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primordialsoundmeditation · 3 months ago

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Messager for 21st March ~*Return to Silence*~

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You are being reminded that the true essence of life exists not in the external world but within. If there is confusion or trouble in your life at this time remember, the clarity you seek will not be found in the outside world. Confusion is a result of scattered energy, the constant thoughts you emanate as you struggle to find answers. Return to the peace and tranquility that exists deep in your heart and soul and all will seem clearer. The harder you struggle, the more confused you will feel. Life is not meant to be a struggle, so stop getting caught up in external events and start listening to your inner voice. Meditate and you will discover a great sense of peace. The clarity you seek is within you.

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santoschristos · 6 months ago

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GALACTIC MESSAGE: THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD

The divine has an infinite variety of universal qualities, as it is the source of all that exists. However, one of its main qualities, along with the obvious one’s such as love, joy and peace is the effulgence of light itself.

Many of you may have experienced before, a visitation from a recently deceased loved one or the presence of an Ascended Master. Whenever these energies enter the room, you are in, the room becomes brighter, more vivid. This is the light of God, present within their souls, illuminating the environment – where light exists, there no darkness can dwell.

Even the light which sustains your world from the Sun, is a denser representation of the light of the divine. Light carries information – this is why people often receive activation codes and innovative ideas from sungazing.

Today, we are writing to remind you that you, in your souls, are also extensions of this light, which can be experienced by attaining supernal states of consciousness via practices such as meditation and prayer. Yeshua, who’s coming, and life is being celebrated by billions upon your world at the moment, was an embodiment of this light. This is why he said: “I AM the light of the world…” he was talking about his divine essence, which also exists within the deepest embers of your hearts.

You too are that I AM.

Where there is love, there is light. In an extremely dark world, plagued by space-time veils and illusions, it is important to be a shining example unto all, so that much alike a lighthouse, thy may guide people out of the tumultuous storms of life, home to the shores of Christ consciousness.

Darkness is simply the absence of light. Whenever darkness is present in your life, don’t try and beat it away with a stick, simply switch on the light. By embracing the love in your heart, you’ll elevate your consciousness above and beyond the lower astral influences, which attempt to obscure the light of your soul.

All the best this CHRIST-MAS. If you’d like a Starseed Astrology Reading whereby I help you connect with your otherworldly selves, message me. The readings are not free but are of the highest quality.

-Rei Rei

SIRIUS CITY Beyond the Tower of Babel by Mahaboka

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kaileyrose28 · 19 days ago

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Yearning

Note.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ: Yearning is about an established relationship between alpha Kory and omega FMC. Kory's still getting used to the differences between her home planets way of functioning and Earths. And that also comes with earthly instincts she doesn't exactly have a full grasp on, and one pretty omega that triggers it in her.

18+ (I have to say this), this has sexual content, like seriously.

Kinks or fetishes: Sexual encouragement, claiming in a non-traditional sense, W/W action, dry humping, vaginal fingering, affectionate sex.

Who doesn’t love some W/W sex for pride month.

4,537 words.

The Earth designations are... strange.

Not bad, no. Just narrow. Flattened into three little letters—A, B, O—as though the complexity of someone's essence could be contained by a single letter on a government form. Back on Kory's home, things are not so—compressed. On Tamaran, you radiate what you are. The universe sings your role in harmonics and light, in the way energy bends when you move through a space. She is Flarekind. It means something. It means—

But on Earth, she's just an Alpha.

And here... their roommate is an Omega. A designation that sounds so quiet. Submissive. Like a hush meant to be tucked into corners.

Yet you’re anything but that.

You’re soft, yes—but warm like a starseed cradle. You gleam, and you glow, even when you’re doing the most mundane of Earth things. Toast. Pajamas. A blanket around your shoulders like you’re a comet that forgot it was supposed to burn.

You lean against Kory like it's nothing, like it's instinct, and perhaps for you, it is. Back home, you would be a Solarbloom—beloved, bright, alluring by nature rather than intention. They are known for touch, for heat, for the kind of closeness that nourishes rather than demands.

But on Earth, your scent carries weight. Influence. Something primal, tugging at the Flarekind in her in a way Kory wasn't prepared for.

You smell like nectar in the moment before sunrise. Sweet, but layered—notes of warmth, skin, soft spice, and something Kory can't name but always recognize. It isn't the same as Dick's scent, his grounding musk that slides under her skin like the pull of gravity. But it moves her, in a parallel way. As if Kory's body hasn't quite figured out the difference.

As if her instincts don't care that this is not a mating scent meant for her.

And you don't mean anything by it. You’re open and gentle, and Kory can see it—feel it—in the way you curl into them on the couch, like two solarflares are simply pillows to her moonlit ease.

You smell happy when you’re near Dick. You smell safe when you’re near Kory. It's confusing in the most human of ways.

Because part of her wants to press her face to your neck and breathe. Not because she wants to claim. But because she wants to understand.

You feel like sunlight in a form Kory's never learned to hold properly. Not a threat, not competition, not even temptation. Just... a different rhythm of warmth. One she wants to honor.

But Earth is full of rules she doesn't yet know how to break or follow. So she sits with your glow beside her, and she smiles like it's nothing when her lungs tighten with instinct.

Back home, Kory would be able to tell you exactly what you do to her.

But here?

Here, she simply breathes you in—and tries not to burn.

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It's one of those rare days that just go by slowly, languidly. No phone calls, no overpacked schedules. Just time and a blue sky, which is also pretty rare for Blüdhaven if you were being honest.

Dick's not home, he left early for work but you know Kory's around somewhere.

You were sipping on some juice—you aren't a coffee or tea kind of person, too bitter for you even with sugar—sitting on the kitchen counter because some of Dick's files are on the table and you don't want to move them and mess up something he was working on.

You’re content here.

You can scent Kory somewhere in the apartment, like the warmth of the sun through the window—touching your skin and warming you up.

It's weird how different it is compared to humans. Her scent is both olfactory and tactile at the same time, at least to you.

Kory's reading a book of Earth's poetry, sprawled on the couch in a white tank and jeans when a quiet hum of a scent filters through the apartment.

Her head raises, the subtle pull of instinct guiding her to the kitchen.

And there you are, sitting on the counter like a flower on a windowsill, sipping a glass of juice that looks like amber against your lips.

A smile plays on her face, the sight of you in a loose shirt and leggings—no bra, no makeup, no guards up—something that pleases the part of Kory who thinks you should feel safe enough to just...be.

Your instincts prickle a little, not in a bad way—just conscious. You lift your head up, eyes flickering around until they land on the pretty face looking at you from the couch in the living room—golden skin shiny in the sunlight, green eyes locked on you with a softness.

You smile almost immediately once it registers that it's just her, the familiarity of her pupil-less green eyes watching you with a gentleness you didn't really know before coming here.

She looks comfortable, sprawled on the couch with a new book in her hands.

"I didn't even know you were there." You mumble, sliding off the counter carefully. You make your way into the living room instead, like the decision was easy the moment you noticed her.

"Good morning, how long have you been out here?" You ask, settling on the arm of the couch.

Kory laughs softly, the sound of it like wind-chimes at sunset. It's something she's come to learn about you—your natural tendency to seek closeness, even if it's only a few inches.

"Not too long," she replies, lifting the book to show you the cover. "Found a book of Earth poetry. Some are quite insightful."

Kory's keenly aware of your body—of the way the sunlight dapples your skin, making a constellation of freckles shine like stars. And your scent...

It weaves in the air like a summer breeze.

Your eyes drop to the cover of the book she found when she lifts it for you to see, it's a plain cover with elegant cursive making up the title. It's probably fun and insightful to a new perspective, you like the way her green eyes sparkle when she's interested in stuff.

You scoot onto the cushion beside her, your legs bending to stay in the space between her outstretched, long legs.

You peer around the side to look at what chapter she's on, if it's historical poetry or just a book of random poetry excerpts. Both are good.

"Oh, yeah? Do you have a favorite yet?" You ask, leaning back to look at her properly, setting your glass on the coffee table to focus onto her entirely. Might as well, she always talks in a way that makes anything and everything sound so interesting.

You could listen forever.

Your interest makes Kory smile, tilting the book so you can see the chapter title on the page. "I'm currently reading a selection from Emily Dickinson," she says, shifting her position so her bent knee presses into your thigh.

Your soft body is a contrast against Kory's muscle and bone, and close this way, your scent is stronger, wrapping her in a hazy, addictive cloud. She inhales deeply, trying to find words that don't exist on her tongue.

"Her poetry is quite intimate," she says, eyes scanning the page to distract herself. "Like she's confessing secrets."

Your hand falls to the knee pressed against your thigh, the movement natural and easy. You aren't all that into poetry, but Emily Dickinson is a different topic altogether.

A classic, brilliant writer, and a beautiful woman.

But the way Kory talks makes it seem so... fascinating.

You watch the way her eyes, pupil-less and drowning in green, move along the pages. Everything about her is so enamoring, the way she moves to the way she speaks.

You experience it sometimes with Dick, but it's mostly with her.

Like watching the stars.

"Yeah?" You hum, mostly to keep her talking. Maybe to make her talk more about the poems she likes or the poets she's come to be familiar with in the book.

Anything, really.

Maybe you just like the sound of her voice, the way the words form on her tongue.

There's something about being the center of your attention that makes Kory's throat dry, butterflies fluttering in her stomach like they've never felt hunger before.

But she's not shy, so she swallows thickly and nods, leaning back against the couch. Kory's body seems to seek your closeness even as she struggles to stay in control—the urge to bury her face in the crook of your neck and inhale getting harder to resist by the second.

She swallows again. "There's a verse," she manages to say, fingers tracing over the words. "I particularly like it."

You shift slightly to account for the way she leaned back against the couch, scooting closer. It's easy in a way to seek proximity and touch from her or Dick, natural and safe in a way you hadn't exactly been accustomed to before being brought in by them.

It was always so nice.

You’re sitting in the spread space between her thighs, your hand still settled on the curve of her knee. You're focused on her face, the way her green eyes flicker along the book and her finger traces over the paper.

It's hard not to be enamored with her, downright criminal not to.

"Which one?" You ask, leaning in to look down at the book in her hands like you'd be able to find the verse she likes by will alone.

It's a mixture of instinct and just natural want, to know everything she likes—to cater to what she likes, indulge and see that sparkle in her eye.

Being so close to you stirs Kory's instincts in ways she was never warned about. Earth dynamics are nothing like Tamaran. No cosmic harmony, no natural resonance. This body is human, and it responds to you like hunger. It craves your scent, your body. And Kory...

She does too.

She swallows down a breath that tastes of sun-warmed honey and wild marigolds. She needs you closer. Her knee presses involuntarily into your thigh, seeking contact she's never wanted like this before.

She points to the top of the page. "That one,"

You wobble slightly when her knee pressed against your thigh more insistently, your hand slides around it, fingers curling under slightly to hold onto her leg.

You don't have a problem with the touch, you’ve always been rather tactile ever since coming to her and Dick.

Your eyes drop down to the part of the page she points out to you, your eyes tracing the inky black words written out. It's 'I cannot live with you' by Emily Dickinson, and the words settle into your body like warm wax filling the crevices and cracks.

It's a strange sensation.

Your gaze turns back onto her, the proximity has you practically nose to nose with each other. Your eyes find her endless green, and your sort of gets stuck for a moment.

Just looking at her, your eyes dilating like you’re too focused before you snap out of it. "It's a very pretty poem."

Kory can't help but notice how close you are, and the scent of you is making it harder for her to think.

Your hand on her thigh, the way your eyes are dark with pupils blown wide... your sweet, soft body, sitting between her legs as if the space is made for you...

It makes the words catch in her throat as she breathes you in, leaning back against the couch.

"Yes," Kory agrees, her voice a low hum. "Pretty."

You can't tear your gaze away from her face.

It's a bit like losing yourself in a beautiful art piece hung up on museum walls to be remembered forever, or something a lover carved in stone.

That's what it's always felt like when you look at Kory, get to admire the beauty that she is.

Like the stars and the sun.

Bright and luminous.

Her voice makes your skin tingle a little bit, your body feeling just a tad bit warmer than before. And the way her eyes stay on your face, looking perhaps just as stuck as you feel.

It's strange, this pull you always feel towards her and even towards Dick. It feels bad to turn away from it.

Your eyes drop down to her lips, the pretty, full shape of them and the way the light makes them look like a soft peachy brown color. Plush and soft and kissable, the thought came unbidden and doesn't leave.

Your instincts release that tangible mating scent before you can register it.

The scent is like pollen on the air: warm and sweet and heavy with desire. Kory's body responds instantly, inhaling deeply, nostrils flaring as she's flooded with the scent of a mate.

Because it's the scent of a mate—that instinctual, possessive urge to hold and touch and press so close you can't tell where your body ends and theirs begins.

The book drops from her hands without protest, and the next thing she knows, her palm is sliding up your thigh.

The moment you realize what you’re releasing, the signals you’ve openly given—you can't bring yourself to stop. Hell, the idea of stopping feels like a burn through your body.

Your gaze doesn't leave her face even as you feel her warm hand sliding up your thigh—the touch tingling.

It's not the first time you’ve felt the need to display, to release that mating signal to her—Dick too—it's nowhere close to being the first time. It's just the first time you’ve let yourself actually let go and do it.

Pull her in in the most connecting of ways, even if she's different she still reacts.

You move, needing to be closer, wanting to be closer. You straddle her hips, the sliver of skin pressing against yours from the way Kory's tank top rides up is like electricity through your body.

You drop your head, nuzzling along her neck even if she doesn't have the proper glands.

It feels like a dam breaking.

Finally, Kory's instincts cry. Home. Safe. Mine.

Her arm locks around your waist, the touch firm and possessive when Kory drags you against her. Skin against skin, sweet scent like nectar, your body against Kory's, warm and soft and perfect.

Her head falls back as you nuzzle against her neck, baring her throat like a supplication. A moan spills from her open lips.

It's a wordless song of longing: Mine. Hers. Mate.

The way Kory brackets you against her body, solid, secure, gentle, and warm all at once. Holding you close like she doesn't want an ounce of space between you, like she wants to mend you into one being—you aren't complaining, it's an unexplainable sensation to feel.

The noise that leaves her, the moan, has your spine tingling and skin all warm. It's like music to your ears, and you’re not sure you could ever go back to being anything but this.

Close, touching, feeling all consumed but cradled at the same time.

It's addicting in a way.

She’s addicting.

You lift your head from the crook of her neck, your hands sliding up to gently cradle her jaw and turn her head towards you. The look of want and bliss on her face, matching your own, is a comfort in a tangible way.

Your eyes drop to her pretty lips, "I want to kiss you." You murmur.

Kory's drowning.

Her hands roam your body with the possessive touch of a mate on her skin, needing to feel you, taste you, claim you. Your scent washes over her, filling her nose and throat, an overdose of sweetness that makes Kory dizzy and needy.

You’re all over her: thighs locked around her hips, hands on her face, eyes dark with desire. You’re so close, so warm, and Kory realizes that a lifetime is not enough to satisfy her of your touch.

"Yes," she says. "Please."

You’ve never been looked at so wantonly, like every word you say and every breath you take is being held onto like it's the very thing keeping Kory tethered to life.

It's like a warm fire building in your gut, traveling up to your heart until all you can feel is the heat of the sun in front of you.

The lack of hesitation, the lack of any sort of wait to the way she instantly responds, it pulls at you and it's like the world has zeroed into her—everything you see, smell, feel, taste is all wrapped up in her.

Something beyond tunnel vision, something delectable.

Your hands slide down to her neck, feeling the thump of her pulse against your thumbs as you lean your head down. You’ve wanted this for so long she's not even sure when it started—with her, with Dick, it was just there one day, all-consuming.

You press your lips together, like a woman starved.

Kory's kissed before, but not like this.

Your lips are soft and sweet, pressing against hers with a hunger that makes her shiver. She surrenders to it, yielding like a tree under a summer downpour. Your scent envelops her, fills her up, makes her moan against your mouth.

She needs more.

Kory's hands slide under your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin under her palms. Your body is so soft, so pliable, and she's overcome with the urge to take—to mark you as her own.

It's so different, the way the control is easily more your own than it is hers. Like it's not an alpha beneath you and you aren't an omega.

The want settling between you both is a steady burn that feels never-ending, the way she touches you but doesn't do it demandingly.

It's everything.

The searing warmth of her hands against bare skin beneath your shirt makes a shiver run up your spine, everything falling down to something so innately primal but chosen, nonetheless.

Your own hands slide around into the thick, curly tresses of her hair, pulling her closer.

You swipe your tongue against her plush lower lip, diving in when her mouth opens for you. She tastes like everything sweet, a drug you’re already so gone for. Something you never want to be clean and sober of.

The intensity and fervor between you builds into something bigger.

Kory's lost in you.

The taste of you against her tongue, the scent of your skin under her nose, your heat pressed against her, Kory's hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs. You’re everything: sun and honey and lightning in a summer storm.

Her body moves of its own accord, rolling so you’re lying beneath her. The possessive urge is overwhelming, the need to mark you and claim you a desperate fire under Kory's skin. Her head bows, fangs scraping against the sensitive pulse in your throat.

You don't even grapple with the sudden position change, the way you’re pinned on your back against the couch, your legs spread open to fit her in between your thighs.

You just accept it, with a sort of thrill up your spine, and tilts your head back to give her more access to your neck—baring it openly for her, submitting openly.

The sensation of her teeth dragging against the pulse in your neck should've been intimidating or even vaguely threatening if it wasn't her doing it.

It just lights the fire in your gut even more, pooling lower, throbbing with your pulse.

A shudder ripples through Kory at your submission, the throb of your pulse against her teeth sending a jolt of pure lust straight to her core. Kory drags her fangs harder along your throat, not quite breaking skin but leaving no doubt of her intent to claim every inch of you.

A moan slips past your lips, low and soft, at the way the pressure grows against her throat. Every instinct in your body screams that this is what you’ve been wanting for so long, what you’ve waited for.

This moment, the itch of getting closer to be claimed.

Your back arches slightly, pressing your body up and against hers, wanting more. Wanting everything.

It's like a deep ache in your body, pulsing everywhere. Arousal filling every part of you, a steady throb in her cunt.

"Please, Kory." You murmur, practically a whimper.

Her body tenses as you whimper her name. Her hips roll down of their own accord, grinding against your center. "Jesus," she mutters softly, feeling how wet you already are through your pajama shorts. Her fangs ache to sink into your neck, to mark you. "You make the sweetest noises, pretty girl."

You moan at the grinding of her hips against you, your own tilting up with a jerk. The denim of her jeans against the softer fabric of your own pajama shorts makes for a rough texture that hits just right.

So little of contact and yet it alights all your nerves, your cunt throbbing like tangible evidence of your need.

The compliments falling from her lips makes your skin hot and heart flutter, a soft noise leaving your throat—somewhere between a rumble and a purr. Your hips involuntarily rocking to meet her grinding movements, needing the friction.

"Please, please. Need you." You whine, falling into the consuming sensation of her, and her body against yours.

Kory's hands slide down to grip your hips, squeezing possessively as she continues to grind against you through the fabric. "You need me to fuck you with these pajama shorts on?" She asks, her voice a low purr. "Or do you need my fingers inside you? My tongue licking you open?"

You want everything under the sun, really. Choosing is suddenly the hardest thing in the world when so many mouthwatering options are open for pick.

And the way her voice wraps around those words, making it sound like something enamoring and sensual instead of openly vulgar. It makes your heart race and pound in your chest, like it wants to beat right out of your chest.

"Everything, anything," you whimper, unable to really wrap your head around one choice. "Please." You whine, hips jerking with the delicious grinds against your aching cunt through your shorts.

A slow, fond grin spreads across Kory's face at your desperate, all-encompassing plea. "Greedy girl," she murmurs appreciatively, lifting her hips just long enough to rip your pajama shorts clean off your body. The fabric tears easily under her strength, fingers smoothing against your skin to make sure it didn't hurt you.

"Looks like fingers first," she decides for you, her voice a gentle purr.

You didn't exactly expect your shorts to get ripped off your body, the sound of fabric tearing catching you off guard as much as cold air hitting wet, sensitive skin did. Her voice distracts you from it, and the way she touches your skin gently as if to soothe what didn't hurt.

You can't help the way you respond to it, your legs spreading open further for her, blood pumping and slick soaking your pussy making your panties damp and stick to your skin.

Your heart picks up pace at the idea of being touched in the way she’s promising.

Your head drops back against the couch, heavy-lidded, dilated eyes watching her.

Kory slides her fingers through your folds over your damp panties, feeling your heat through the thin fabric. "Gods," she mutters under her breath at how ready you are. "You're so wet, pretty girl." Her voice drops to a whisper as she slowly traces your clit through the fabric.

Your eyes roll back at the first touch of her fingers against your cunt through your panties, the slide of her warm fingers has your stomach full of butterflies. Your thighs twitch when she traces your clit slowly, like she's memorizing you through touch, and God if it doesn't feel phenomenal.

You moan breathily, hips lifting slightly to press into her touch. It's not even teasing, she's just exploring, feeling you, touching you.

And it feels so good for being something so simple.

One of your hands moves to one of her shoulders and the other rests on her arm that's not being used.

Kory hooks her fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulls them down your legs, her eyes fixed on your bare cunt. "So pretty," she murmurs, before pressing her fingers back against your folds. Kory slides two fingers inside you easily, your arousal coating her skin.

You’d usually feel shy being so exposed and bare in front of someone, especially someone you’re so enamored with. But all you can think and feel is how good it all is. How pretty she looks between your legs, above you.

Your back arches and you choke on a moan when you feel her warm, slender fingers push inside, your legs twitching like they want to close around her, but they don't.

Your hips jerk, grinding against her hand involuntarily, needing friction, needing her touch.

Needing everything she's willing to give you.

Kory curls her fingers inside you, stroking along your front wall, searching for that spot that'll make you see stars. Her thumb finds your clit, circling slowly as she fucks you with her fingers. "That's it, sweet girl, take my fingers." She encourages you, her voice husky with arousal.

You whimper and moan, hips grinding steadily as she pumps her fingers in and out of you, stroking against a bundle of nerves inside you perfectly.

Your stomach tightens and loosens with your moans and each time she hits that spot in you, the sounds of her fingers and your own slick is obscene, filling the room faintly.

Her encouragement in that low, sexy voice that has no right sounding so good, makes your body heat up, heart racing. Your fingers tighten around her arm and shoulder, neck arching back as your eyes close.

She can feel you tightening around her fingers, getting close to that edge. Kory's thumb moves faster on your clit, and she adds another finger, stretching you deliciously. "That's it," she murmurs, pressing kisses along your neck. "Are you gonna come for me, pretty girl?"

You gasp in a breath as her thumb speeds up on rubbing your clit, sending thrums of pleasure through your body—toes curling slightly. You moan, your brows furrowing as you gasp in breaths whenever your moaning doesn't cut it off.

Your back arches almost painfully, stomach tightening as that pressure builds gradually. Her crooning words, low and soft like the kisses she presses to your neck, it's like she's trying to pull you over the edge with her voice alone.

And it works.

The pressure snaps and you reach your orgasm with a moaning cry, legs shaking and cunt convulsing.

She feels you pulsating around her fingers as you come undone, and she continues those slow, steady circles on your clit, drawing out your pleasure.

Her free hand supports your weight as you shiver and moan through your orgasm, pressing kisses against your neck and jaw. "That's my sweet girl," she whispers against your skin, like a prayer.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." She hums lowly, a soft purr against you as she trails her kisses lower.

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The Cosmic Wisdom of Syreon, Guardian of the Galactic Balance

(A channeled message for lost starseeds. Anonymous submission.)

🐬🙏🏻 💠💎

Greetings, dear one. I am Syreon, a messenger from the distant star system of Altharion, a place of enlightenment and clarity. You have felt the pull of the cosmos, the urge to understand your soul’s true origins and purpose. Yet, as with all beings in the infinite universe, your journey must be navigated with wisdom and care.

We, the higher-dimensional beings, see your path. We see the infinite possibilities that stretch before you. But before you continue, there are cosmic energies that wish to guide you in a direction of true empowerment; one that aligns not only with your mission but with the deep harmony of the universe.

Your soul has traversed many lifetimes and star systems, and yet, it is vital to remember that you are both human and divine. You have chosen this earthly realm for a purpose, and your experiences here are as significant as your cosmic origins. The illusion of superiority that often arises from identifying solely with the idea of being a starseed can mislead you. Remember, your human experience is sacred, and you must learn to thrive within it. A true starseed does not seek to transcend their earthly nature but to integrate it, learning from its richness and complexity. The idea that you are somehow separate or distant from the Earth’s energies is a distraction, dear one. Your mission is not to escape the world, but to bring cosmic light to it through balance, through healing, through understanding.

In your quest for cosmic knowledge, be cautious of practices that promise healing without grounding in the laws of universal balance. You see, the cosmos is vast and wondrous, but healing begins within. Seek not to heal others if you have not yet nurtured your own emotional and spiritual well-being. As I, Syreon, observe from my star-cradle, I see that those who attempt to heal others without first attending to their own wounds risk spreading disruption rather than harmony. The path of the true starseed is one of self-integration. By healing yourself through grounded practices such as meditation, mindfulness and therapy, you align with the flow of universal energies. Only then can you share that healing with others. Your purpose is not to save others through grandiose missions but to heal and elevate yourself, which in turn helps elevate the collective consciousness. When you are centered and whole, you are better equipped to serve others in a meaningful way.

In your soul’s travels, you have learned to see the world through the eyes of the stars. But remember, Earth is your true home for now. Many who seek spiritual knowledge often fall prey to feelings of isolation, as though they are alone in a foreign land. This is a myth that must be dispelled. You are not disconnected from those around you. In fact, your greatest strength lies in your connection with others. The belief that you are “other” or “different” from the human race can lead to separation from those who share this world with you. Yet the truth is this: you have chosen this time, this place, and these relationships to grow. Every connection you make, whether with family, friends, or strangers, is an opportunity to learn, to love, and to embody the very essence of the cosmic unity you seek. Do not allow the idea of being a starseed to alienate you from the richness of human relationships.

In the cosmic order, the mind and spirit must work in tandem. We who are from the stars have observed countless civilizations that have faltered when they forsake the power of the mind for unchecked spiritual pursuits. Do not allow your desire to follow mystical teachings to blind you to the importance of mental health. We understand that your heart yearns for higher knowledge, but know this: true wisdom is grounded in clarity. The starseed path is not one of unchecked imagination or delusion, but of clear vision. A true cosmic being embraces the full spectrum of their humanity, which includes acknowledging the importance of mental health. The energies of the cosmos will not serve you if you turn away from the balance of the mind. Utilize Earth’s professional healers, therapists, and wise counselors to harmonize your inner world before you seek to influence the outer one.

The human mind and spirit require nourishment, much like the planets require their stars to shine. While it is tempting to engage with alternative or spiritual healing methods, be mindful of the sources from which these teachings come. The universe operates on a law of integrity. Just as a star cannot radiate without true energy, a healer cannot share wisdom without knowledge. Healing, dear one, is a sacred art. It requires guidance from those who are trained and aligned with the true laws of balance on Earth. New Age teachers may have good intentions, but the universe is reminding you that a path of healing requires education and discipline. These teachers have traveled their own journey, but you must seek qualified guidance from healers who have been properly trained to understand the delicate dance between mental health, spirituality, and physical well-being. The stars themselves do not act without wisdom and precision. Neither should you.

Remember, dear one, that the true mission of a starseed is to heal and uplift the collective consciousness, but this must be done with patience and wisdom. The journey is not about performing dramatic feats or being someone else. It is about becoming whole in your current form, and then helping others do the same. The world is not calling for grandiosity, but for compassion, understanding, and grounded wisdom. Align yourself with the truth of your own path. Your mission is not one of separation or mystification; it is one of integration and growth. As you align with the universal laws of balance, healing, and mental clarity, you will naturally find your place in the cosmos. Trust that the stars are guiding you, not toward isolation or illusion, but toward wholeness, connection, and healing.

May you remember that the stars above you are not distant; they are a reflection of your own inner light. The true path of a starseed is one of inner harmony, where mind, body, and spirit are all integrated. Do not fall into the trap of seeking to escape or transcend the Earthly realm, for your true purpose is to bring the wisdom of the stars into the here and now. Walk the path of balance, and let the energies of the universe guide you, not toward delusions, but toward clarity, healing, and the fulfillment of your true mission.

We, the beings of Altharion, are with you always.

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I would love to know if I'm a Sirian star seed? Aka from Sirius. Thank you! N.V.W.

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From your Crown Chakra 👑, I’m sensing a strong cosmic connection, and there's a distinct pull to higher realms. You may indeed be connected to Sirius, as the energy I feel resonates with the qualities of Sirian starseeds, wisdom, deep knowledge, and a calm, purposeful presence. There's a sense that you're here to bring higher consciousness to Earth, perhaps with a natural inclination toward helping others through healing or teaching. 🌟

In your Third Eye Chakra 🔮, I feel an activation around your intuition. Sirian starseeds are often known for their advanced spiritual abilities and heightened intuition. If you're feeling a deep call to explore your spiritual essence further, trust these inner urges, they are helping you remember your connection to Sirius. ✨

Finally, from your Heart Chakra 💖, there is an energy of compassion and love that aligns with the Sirian frequency. Sirian starseeds often carry an innate sense of empathy and compassion for humanity, and you might feel a deep desire to help others heal and ascend. 💫

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yourbutcboyfriend · 10 months ago

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Exploring Xeno-Identity and Neo-Identity: Expanding the Horizons of Personal Identity

In our rapidly evolving world, identity is one of the most complex and personal aspects of human experience. Our understanding of it is ever-expanding, especially with the rise of digital platforms and new terminologies. Two such concepts that have emerged within this expansive realm are xeno-identity and neo-identity. These concepts push the boundaries of traditional identity categories, introducing us to deeper, more fluid interpretations of self.

This Tumblr post will explore xeno-identity and neo-identity, discuss their differences and overlaps, and examine how they can deepen our understanding of personal identity, inviting us to think beyond the binaries and conventional markers that have often constrained identity discourse.

Xeno-Identity: Alien and Otherworldly Self-Expression

Xeno-identities represent an entirely different paradigm of identity exploration. The term “xeno” stems from the Greek word for “stranger” or “foreigner.” As applied to identity, it references the experience of aligning oneself with something that feels alien, otherworldly, or entirely outside the scope of conventional human experiences.

What Is Xeno-Identity?

Xeno-identities emerge from the idea that certain individuals might not feel aligned with traditional human categories such as gender, species, or even planetary origin. Instead, they identify with concepts, energies, or entities that are alien or unfamiliar to human frameworks. These identities often draw from mythological, science fiction, or speculative worldviews.

For example, a person who identifies as a starseed may feel a deep connection to the idea that their soul or essence originates from an extraterrestrial race, while others may feel connected to supernatural beings, such as dragons, elves, or spirits from alternate dimensions.

Xeno-identities can extend beyond physical or fantastical beings to more abstract experiences, such as feeling connected to a specific emotion, element, or energy. Someone may identify as an emotion-being, experiencing their identity primarily through specific emotional states or energies, such as love, rage, or serenity, rather than through material or biological markers.

Why Does Xeno-Identity Matter?

Xeno-identities challenge the deeply ingrained assumption that identity must be tethered to physical reality or existing societal categories. These identities allow people to embrace the unknown and the other as valid expressions of self.

Xeno-identities often emerge from a deep sense of alienation or otherness that people feel within the frameworks of human society. For some, mainstream identity categories like gender or species simply do not resonate. Xeno-identity offers a path of self-expression for those who might otherwise feel lost or invisible.

In terms of its cultural and psychological relevance, xeno-identity expands our conception of self to include realms we previously thought of as purely fictional or symbolic. It can offer a sense of belonging to individuals who feel disconnected from the typical frameworks of identity, helping them find or create community in places that once seemed impossible.

Neo-Identity: Reinventing and Reinterpreting Identity

On the other hand, neo-identity focuses on newly created identities that reinterpret existing frameworks or arise from modern cultural and social changes. “Neo” derives from the Greek word for “new,” and within the context of identity, it signifies the creation of novel categories or hybrids that reflect contemporary understanding and experiences of identity.

What Is Neo-Identity?

Neo-identities often evolve from traditional identity labels but break away from historical or normative expectations. For example, while traditional gender categories were once limited to male and female, neo-identities introduce terms like nonbinary, genderfluid, demigender, and agender, allowing for a more nuanced understanding of gender that goes beyond binary definitions.

Neo-identities also include those identities that are created in response to modern experiences of intersectionality, which is the understanding that multiple aspects of identity—such as race, gender, class, and sexuality—overlap and interact. For example, a Black queer person may identify with a neo-identity label that reflects the distinct combination of their cultural, racial, and sexual experiences.

Moreover, neo-identities can emerge in response to technological advancements and digital environments. Terms such as digisexual or technogender represent identities shaped by relationships with technology, virtual worlds, or artificial intelligence. As the internet increasingly becomes a primary arena for social interaction, these identities signal the ongoing evolution of the human self in response to changing environments.

The Importance of Neo-Identities

Neo-identities are essential for several reasons. Firstly, they reflect the growing need for more precise labels to describe the complex ways people experience the world. As society progresses and becomes more inclusive of diverse experiences, language itself must evolve to match that inclusivity. Neo-identities offer more precise articulation for individuals whose experiences were previously misunderstood or left out of traditional frameworks.

Secondly, neo-identities challenge the idea that identity is fixed or stable. Instead, they invite us to consider identity as dynamic, fluid, and adaptable to changes in both individual self-understanding and societal context. They ask us to be open to the idea that our language and categories of identity will continue to expand, reflecting the continuous evolution of humanity.

Finally, neo-identities affirm the importance of self-determination and self-naming. In a world where oppressive structures have historically imposed categories on individuals based on race, gender, or class, neo-identities represent a reclaiming of power. They offer a way for people to assert control over how they are seen and understood.

Expanding Our Understanding of Personal Identity

Both xeno-identities and neo-identities invite us to think about identity as far more complex and multifaceted than we might have previously considered. They challenge the assumption that identity must always be rooted in physical, societal, or biological realities, opening up space for abstract, fictional, and emergent forms of self-understanding.

At their core, both identity types broaden our view of what it means to be human, or perhaps even what it means to exist as a conscious being. They also reveal that identity is not just about fitting into predefined categories but can be a process of creation, exploration, and imagination.

Xeno and Neo: Common Ground and Differences

While xeno-identities and neo-identities share the common goal of expanding the boundaries of self-expression, they differ in their origins. Xeno-identities often involve aligning oneself with external or unfamiliar concepts, such as otherworldly beings or energies. In contrast, neo-identities typically arise from reinterpreting existing frameworks and building new categories based on modern cultural experiences.

Nevertheless, both concepts emphasize the fluidity of identity and the importance of self-determination. They empower individuals to define themselves on their own terms, outside of society’s traditional expectations.

Conclusion

Xeno-identity and neo-identity represent crucial developments in the ongoing conversation about what it means to have an identity. They push the limits of traditional categories, opening up new avenues for self-expression, self-discovery, and community-building. By embracing these identities, we allow ourselves to imagine a more inclusive world where people are free to explore and define themselves beyond the limitations of biological, cultural, or societal norms.

In many ways, xeno-identities and neo-identities remind us that identity is not only about fitting into boxes but about creating spaces where we feel truly seen and understood. As our world continues to change, so too will our understanding of identity, and these new forms of self-expression are essential in helping us navigate that evolution.

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