Bargaining for cookies

Today is one of those days where the dappled sunlight outside my door calls to me to come sleep in it. I awoke at just about every hour last night and gave up around 4:14. The last dream was about car that was stolen from me and my bad manners in getting it back. Grrrr. (no, I don’t own that car, but it would be fun…)

Better, was a dream I had last week about being on a ship and getting to hug greys. These guys were not automatons, avatars – maybe, but they remembered me and I remembered them and the hugs were sweet. The light was low and bluish and in some places purple and the hallway we found ourselves in was curved on top – rather organic. The emotion was so sweet I woke up, musing to myself that yes – that is what it should feel like.

I have recently listened to a 15 minute excerpt on ‘Alien Etiquette’ on a you tube channel called Pineal Ascension. It features some of Emery Smith’s anecdotes about the cultural situations that can happen between humans and off world people. It’s weird, but I have been thinking about this since I was a kid, and many of the things he talked about have been a mind adventure – (a daydream) in my head too.

I always harken back to the ST show where they were mining life forms on a planet that were tiny, very sentient silicon and didn’t know they were hurting them. They didn’t even know they were alive. When communications finally happened, the universal translator produced their name for humans: Ugly-bags-of-mostly-water. I find that funny – because we are. Then there was the Mother Horta that Bones had to patch up with concrete… or the energy forms that roamed space finding unaware humanoids to evoke strong hate from because they fed on those emotions, the creature who needed salt, or the energy being that kept ‘the man’ (Zephram Cochran) alive on her planet for hundreds of years….

All my life I have thought about what Emery talked about, and some of what he said brought tears to my eyes – because that is what I thought it should be like between people when I was a kid. My heart knows that is the way it is supposed to be. When I was born I thought it was that way – I spent a good 20 years very confused. And for many years I thought it was me, that there was something wrong with me. Well, it was me – for being a fool… it took me so long to figure it out.

This world is what it is and I suppose we are all here to help it out. I must have come in full of love and no wisdom. By the time I leave I will have vast wisdom and a sad heart. Listening to Emery brought tears because there it was! What I thought about the way it should be, right there coming out of his mouth. All I could do was sit and murmur in my mind, ‘yes, there it is, I know this, and this is the way we should all feel about each other all the time. It felt like home. Bless all the people who have come here and volunteered. This is no easy work. And we are no easy people. What they have offered to us is no less than a herculean task and offered up to very tired snipey children that need a nap and are bargaining for cookies. That is a compassion level most of us will never understand.

 

Bless those that come here. Bless you all.

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