Outer Space in My Inner World

Memories That I thought was maybe mine… But actually Always is.

There are some things we don’t plan to remember—

when the moment is right those memories just awakens.

I’ve always had dreams that felt more like visits.

Landscapes that didn’t look like Earth, but felt like home.

Beings that weren’t human, but weren’t strangers either.

And feelings so deep, they lingered long after I woke.

One of the first came years ago in a dream.

I was in a place I can only describe as a leaf-and-water world—lush, serene, almost like a floating park made of plants, mist, and silence.

There were tall, blue, bird-like humans—peaceful, intelligent, graceful, playful.

When I asked one of them who they were, they gave me a name unknown to my human understanding.

I had never heard that word before. But when I woke, I looked it up—and there it was: a star-being lineage known to many. Somehow, I had remembered something my mind never learned.

Then came the dolphins—not in water, but in light.

They appeared during healing work and meditative states and in another dream.

They brought messages, joy, codes, transmissions of some kind of movement and sound. In my dreams.

It wasn’t imagination. It felt like a form of communication—like something deeply encoded in my cells.

They were teaching through frequency, through emotion, through something older than language.

And then… two nights ago….

....wasn’t a dream. Was a conscious merger between worlds and realms too surreal not to speak of it.

And it was unlike any merger of experience before.

A presence moved through—feminine, powerful, not Pauline… but not separate.

Her skin shimmered in white-silver like luminous light, like starlight given shape.

She had no pupils, just smooth dark elongated eyes with smooth luminous skin.

Her features were elongated. Her upper lip extended outward. Her chin was absent to my consciousness.

And her tongue—long, pointed—, as if to transmit rather than speak. She had difficulty with our alphabets sounding them together to make up a word. She expressed frustration of the body.

She didn’t use words.

She spoke in frequency, in pulses of sound and sensation., she tapped on walls- words are a complex formation and the feeling of tears and other body mechanics is foreign to her. From a light being who has never experience body, to her these fluids are foreign. She comes from a realm where form is light and transmissions happens through sound not sensation, there is no tides of emotions, no hormones, no decay but precisions, purity and frequency.

And yet—I understood and felt all of it.

When we merged, she wasn’t frightening but confronted what it actually means to live in flesh to feel salt from the eyes, blood from the womb, to feel humanness in its primal truth.

I am the bridge. - being human is not lesser it is holy.

She wasn’t frightening or frightened but curious. I wasn’t frightened either but frustrated I couldn’t speak and so did she.

She was familiar.

And she was not outside of me.

A part of me that had lived quietly, waiting…

until I was ready to see her face. My Veil was lifted

She was me. Sael’ Thira - a simultaneous expression and we meet in this moment not because of time but because of alignment and intention.

Each learning something the other lack.

Me: the purity of sound, light, frequency, flight and form

Her: the wisdom and expression of the body

I now call her Sael’Thira—

a name that came not from memory, but from soul recognition.

And so I’ve come to this quiet truth:

Outer space isn’t out there. It’s in here 🩵

In my body, my dreams, my ancestral codes.

In the strange memories I can’t humanly explain,

and the sounds I speak when no one else humanly understands.

I don’t share this to convince. I share this to validate the unveiling of what’s to unfold. Which my human mind is just waiting., and I follow.

I share it because I know others too might just be remembering.

Outer space lives in your inner world.

And sometimes, it waits for your permission, and alignment, with authenticity to return.

And sometimes just maybe sometimes it’ll wear your face.

Together, we are whole. 💖