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[galacticumbra]

"My senses are sacred, not a spectacle."

I feel deeply—so deeply it defies language. Not for show. Not for proof. It’s just how I exist.

But the world treats my silence like absence, and my depth like exaggeration. So I speak—not to perform, but to protect what they try to erase.

Autism isn’t a distortion. It’s a different frequency— and I refuse to apologize for tuning into it.

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A major shift in my journey of light.

My heart, long distorted by intense darkness, has finally reclaimed its inner space. The darkness—once embedded—has been removed from the sacred core. It now lingers only at the edges, not able to reach and puppeteer my once frightened form. Now I am transformed—for the better.

This transformation wasn’t easy. It required confronting the dark directly, not as an enemy, but as a presence seeking resolution. In the end, the light within proved unshakable. Light cannot be possessed—it can only shine.

The remnant shadow waits outside, no longer able to mislead or inhabit. The journey isn’t quite over, but its purpose is clear: to free the self in service of light.

This momentous change is possible for anyone. If you’ve been walking a similar path, know that you’re not alone. The soul remembers how to return home. The heart holds all the answers you seek.

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"I’ve learned to keep my love close and hidden."

It’s so exhausting to give so much of yourself to a relationship and gain nothing in return. When I was younger, I cared deeply for my sisters. Maybe that looked too intense to some—too "domineering" during playtime, especially coming from a girl. But the truth is, I wanted to engage with them. I valued the experience. I loved them deeply.

Part of that love came from remembering others like them—from a past life where I lost my sisters to famine.

I would have done anything for them. Take a bullet, even.

But then my mother tore us apart. She forbade them from visiting me, and suddenly I was losing my sisters all over again.

Her control became toxic, and I had to go no contact to survive. Because of that, my sisters lost something too—precious bonding time that can never be returned.

That’s when I learned: it’s dangerous to let your love show too brightly. People will try to snuff it out, twist it, use it. So now I keep my love close and hidden. Not because I don’t feel it—but because it’s sacred. And I won’t let it be taken from me again.

Autistic people do have empathy and care deeply for others. It’s just misunderstood—because it doesn’t look like the neurotypical experience. It can appear as an obsession when really, it’s a deep-seated sentimentality. These feelings are so intense, the body can barely contain them. And when they backfire, the consequences are devastating.

That’s why I live in isolation. It might seem extreme, but it’s my way of protecting my sacred feelings and honoring my limited capacity for emotional labor as an empath. Avoiding social interaction isn’t coldness—it’s a shield. A way of protecting our energy as autistic people. We are not devoid of emotion. Quite the opposite.

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✨ Just a little rant from your local autistic starseed ✨

It really annoys me how the first criticism people throw at the starseed community always seems to target autistic folks. Like, the assumption is that we must’ve been “tricked” into thinking we’re starseeds—because apparently we’re just naïve little babies who can’t think for ourselves 🙄 (hello infantilization, my old enemy).

And of course, it’s always under the sweet little guise of “protecting” us. Please.

There’s also this weird idea floating around that we think we’re perfect and can’t do any wrong? Like… no? We mess up. I’ve made some pretty major mistakes in my journey. I’m flawed. Sometimes the spiritual ego creeps in, sure—but I always come back to remembering: ✨ we are all one ✨ and it’s just not worth being pretentious over.

When you’re a misfit—especially an autistic one—it’s healing to reflect on your own universal fragment and recognize that it’s special. Not better. Just meaningful.

But some people try so hard to spin these narratives about the starseed community without even knowing the lore. They don’t understand which lineages are light or dark aligned, or what it even means to carry galactic memory or mission. They just slap “dangerous cult” on it and call it a day.

They’re not deep. They’re just haters. And honestly? That’s hilarious. 😂

[galacticumbra]

Being an Autistic Starseed and Comparisons to Princess Kaguya

My autistic life is valuable, just like a human life where one interacts with all the bugs and the trees. It is not primitive— it is sacred; in all its many facets of sensation.

I do not want to forget this life. I’d rather honor it for the amazing experience it was.

I do not want to ascend above it, but learn from its precious recesses quietly.

Maybe many races wouldn’t understand— not just the Pleiadians. Perhaps it is just a human limitation tied to prejudice, and not a flawed cosmic knowledge. Either way, I felt many times light beings I met did not understand.

At the same time, many do. Which is powerful, and hopeful.

For now, I am alone in this mission to prove my life has meaning.

Which is a ridiculous notion, because my life is free-flowing with radiant light everywhere I go. It used to be that way in an undeniable fashion.

The more I bring light to this concept— that autistic lives mean something more than suffering— the more I’m putting a ray of hope into the universe, bringing us closer to the universal truth that we are all valuable within ourselves despite outward appearances.

My existence as a being of light proves that always.