Daily Prompt: Astral

So, the daily prompt is Astral, which means: of, connected with, or resembling the stars… according to Google. I immediately thought of “astral projection” when I saw the prompt, but honestly, I don’t know much about it other than I tried to do it when I was a teenager. What? Didn’t you? It was all the rage in the late ’70’s early 80’s. ^_^  Did I ever succeed? Nah, I think I almost got it once, but I freaked out and never tried again. Ha!

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I mistyped cosmologist… ^_^

So, astral, of or about the stars.  I absolutely love the stars. Whenever I walk outside at night, the first thing I do is look up at the stars.  I’m not a cosmologist, nor am I an astrologer, I don’t look for constellations or patterns, or certain stars. Okay, that’s kind of a lie. I usually look for Orion’s belt. I dunno why, maybe because it’s the first constellation I learned to recognize, and seeing it in the sky gives me comfort in the fact that “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” I am nothing if not contradictory. Orion is in the sky, and therefore everything is okay with the world and the universe.  But mostly (after finding Orion) I just look up and marvel at the vastness of it all. I know that in the grand scheme of things I am but a very small dot on a slightly larger dot hurtling through a vast emptiness that’s honestly not very empty considering how many stars, galaxies and universes populate it.  Looking up at the sky at night grounds me every time. Because just as I am a miniscule speck on a bit of sand circling around one of billions (and billions) of stars, so is everyone else on this tiny dot — including our glorious leader.  No one is more important than anyone else when one looks into the astral-filled (I can’t think of a better word) vastness of space.

youarehereAnd here’s the thing, whenever I’m outside at night, and I look up into the stars, I’m calm. I know that my time on this Earth of ours is short. We’re all allotted a few short years — from 0 to maybe 90 nowadays, sometimes 100 good years for a few lucky people.  And I am certainly not gonna waste my few years worrying about what may or may not cut those precious years short. Instead, I’m gonna live what life I allotted to me have as best I can — even though I seem to have drawn the short stick when it comes to healthy bodies. >_<. Because there are uncountable stars out there, and I have a hypothesis about reincarnation. It’s my guess (and of course this is just a guess) that we don’t reincarnate here on Earth, I think that we move from planet to planet, and dimension to dimension. I mean, why not?  It’s why we have “memories” of things like dragons and unicorns, or elves and dwarves or even dystopias and flying cars. It’s not just imagination, but worlds we’ve already lived in. Things that cannot be real here on Earth but perhaps worlds we’ve live on before?  I’m not saying it’s absolutely true; it’s simply an idea I have. But why not?  Even if it’s not true, and who’s to say it’s not? I look up at the stars at night and think… I like this planet I’m on right now, I’m going to enjoy my time here. 

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2 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Astral

  1. The only astral project I experienced was when I was nearly dead and drugged in a hospital. It didn’t make me want to do it again. Ever. But if one of those mother ships came by and offered me a ride, I’d be gone in a blink. I wonder if they’d let me bring Garry and the pups?

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  2. Pingback: Daily Prompt: Imagination | Patience of Willow

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