3/20/2023 -
This vision starts with me looking at an org chart from above. It's this circular formation of all these interconnected mostly blue orbs that are all arranged in a circular pattern so that the collection of orbs itself looks like an orb if viewed from above. Basic as above, so below shit. I somehow know this is the seating chart for a galactic UN like organization that I'm a part of, all of us collectively representing but one small corner of the infinite universe of consciousness I imagine.
And so we sit through this meeting and it is so bizarre. Giant orbs are giving speeches and elaborate presentations in this very cartoony ceremonial architecture that's clearly designed specifically for this purpose. None of them have anthropomorphized faces or bodies and the content legitimately doesn't seem human at all, all colors and feeling instead of words. It's like the Galactic Hall of Planets and hell, I was just looking at the org/seating chart, wasn't I?
It's all pretty over the top and bombastic yet I'm sitting back taking it all in super bored style, just like a company wide work meeting I suppose. The sheer ridiculousness of these surrealist cartoon spheres telepathically projecting their ideas directly into us is super old hat to this version of me. I don't remember any of the specifics of what was being communicated, but I do remember it all being very boring and rote from my perspective, like I'd seen it a million times. Yay, another meeting of the hall of sentient planets. Ho hum.
When it wraps up, I'm walking out with the dude I apparently came with and he's asking me what I thought of the proceedings. Even though it felt like I was tuned out the entire time I pretty quickly and as calmly as possible tell him:
"What do I think? I think that I'm not doing business or associating with some of those planets ever again!"
And with this I have a vision of the org chart. There are some spheres near the inside rim of the center of the galactic formation that are doing some shit I am not a fan of at all. What's hilarious is that all of these orbs have a slight red corona around them. As mentioned, most of the council is blue. Oh with the obvious metaphors. What am I pissed about.
Well you see, from this planetary perspective, things like human beings and animals are considered no different than Photoshop, or a guitar, or Midjourney I suppose. They're complex tools that these higher planetary entities use to make their art but again, not seen as having feelings or significance outside of their use to the orb beings really. Despite this, I am not happy with how some of these planets are planning on using these artistic tools at all. In fact, I turn back to my Galactic UN friend and inform him:
"You know what? I'm actually now realizing that I have some people to fire".
When I say this, I am calculatedly trying my best to hide my absolutely seething rage at the situation because there are so many other planets around. I don't want them to know how pissed I actually am.
Ahh, the Invisible College history class again. So that's how I ended up in the talking monkey shit show. All this noise about being an agent of fiery destruction. Metaphors within metaphors. I wouldn't be on this backwards ass planet if shit was going well.
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