Alien Experiencer

I’m not from Earth, well, not entirely, I am part human…part experiment and I’m not the only one

Hello I am Lyrae. A 44 year old security professional who monitors emergency alarms by day and searches the skies for my star families by night. I learned all about the supernatural and paranormal by age 9 thanks to my beautiful mother, for some reason she always made it a point to teach me about the things beyond the veil. It helped me remain open.

I grew up seeing the timelines but I didn’t understand until I was older. I see the forks, the near misses, the many versions of this year can go. Right now I’m stuck in the mainline where the shift is finally happening… except it’s moving at two completely different speeds at once. To me the whole thing is accelerating so hard I can feel it in my bones. To everyone else it’s still a polite little trickle. Watching that gap every single day will make you a little unhinged. You’ve been warned.

The simulation talks to me. Not in words. In numbers, license plates, timestamps, song lyrics at 3:33 a.m. that go exactly with what I am currently saying or doing. I live in the city. And I love it, I miss the country where I could see the ships more clearly but the city has helped me understand humans better… yet when I want a bit of solitude it’s so easy to become invisible in a city full of people.

And many of these people wonder if they are living on a gorgeous blue marble floating in space all alone, ok well, not everyone wonders but many do, some search the stars or the seas or ancient sites, not realizing the person sitting right next to them on the bus or standing behind them in line may not be so human and the search for ET life should be a little more mundane.

Being a hybrid isn’t as great as it seems though. Have you ever walked into a room and felt out of place, even if no one said anything? It’s like the air is different for you. I have memories that don’t match history as it’s told, a body that sometimes doesn’t feel like my own, and thoughts that predict futures correctly. It’s just me, the city, and the subtle ways the simulation checks in on me (numbers, patterns, perfect timing that feels like a private joke). I’m not trying to convince you of anything. I know it sounds odd. I deal with social anxiety, so even sharing this is a lot. I just get tired of trying to human. If any of this resonates with you, that’s enough. You don’t need to understand everything; just be open to the idea that some of us share your space but live in a slightly different reality.

If you also see the timeline changing like it’s on the Daytona 500 and no one else seems to notice… yeah. You’re not crazy. Or we both are. Same difference.

That’s all you’re getting.

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