Last night, I had an interesting astral projection experience. My journey took me to a planet far beyond our solar system, a place I never could have imagined.
When I arrived, I found myself hovering over a barren, desolate landscape. The sky was a strange mix of purples and deep blues, with glowing streaks of bright orange clouds. The sun, or what served as a sun on this planet, was smaller and dimmer than ours. It cast a soft, eerie light over everything, making the barren terrain look even more alien and otherworldly.
Communication in most other realms beyond Earth is through telepathy enabling a form of direct mind-to-mind communication. Beings can instantly perceive the thoughts of other beings, and understand their intentions and feelings, without any verbal interaction. So, I had a knowing of what I was observing during this interplanetary visit.
The people here had just crash-landed. They had escaped from a prison planet. They were people from different planets and backgrounds, all brought together by a common fate. Many had been imprisoned for minor infractions or simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time on their planets. They had escaped from a place that seemed like a nightmare—a real prison planet. The prisoners were forced into hard labor, mining the planet’s sparse resources. This prison planet was a harsh and unforgiving place, where life was a constant struggle for survival. The sky was perpetually dark, filled with thick, toxic clouds that blocked out the sun. The atmosphere was barely breathable, forcing them to wear heavy masks to filter the air. The ground was a desolate wasteland, covered in jagged rocks and dust that clung to everything. There were no trees or plants, no signs of natural life. The only structures were the crude, dilapidated buildings that housed the prisoners and ones only slightly better for the guards.
A group of the prisoners had stolen a ship and escaped the mining prison planet. They had a malfunction with the ship in space and crashed landed on this planet. All the people survived. I could see their ship, broken and smoking, scattered across the hard, rocky ground. The people looked exhausted and desperate, their clothes tattered, and faces streaked with grime. Despite their dire situation, there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes as they started to explore their new surroundings.
The planet was incredibly barren, with very few resources to be found. The survivors had to spread out to forage for anything edible. I watched as they scoured the land, finding small bushes with tiny berries and a few scattered plants that looked barely edible. It was a struggle, but they managed to gather enough to sustain themselves, at least for the moment.
From my vantage point in my astral body, I could observe everything without being seen or felt. It was a strange sensation, being so close to them yet entirely separate. I could feel their desperation and hope, see the sweat on their brows and hear their murmured conversations, but they had no idea I was there. I was just a silent witness to their struggle and determination.
As they settled in for the night, huddled together for warmth under the eerie glow of the alien sky, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of connection to them. Even though they were on a distant planet in a different part of the universe, their struggle for survival and their hope for a better future felt incredibly “Earth human” like.
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