11-05-2005, 02:14 PM
What can I tell you about my purple planet? Well, I wrote it all down yesterday and then accidentally closed my browser before I sent it. That was fun, not! Oh well, so here I am doing it again. Perhaps it's better this way because last night I decided (once again) to try to draw the image in my head. I can't believe I actually did it, and it only took a few minutes to do. The fact that I could draw it at all is.... almost.... miraculous. Seriously. I am one of those people who can't even draw a straight line with a ruler, let alone draw a person. I am still surprised at how easily this came to me last night. I have tried to draw this image for years and haven't been able to come close, but last night, it all came together for some reason. I was a little bummed this morning though when I got a few drops of water on the center of the page. When it dried it gave the paper a strange rippling effect and it shows in the scan I did. It should also be noted that the moons are not in quite the right spot or perspective, but it is close. The valley is probably a little wider, so the mountain range would appear a little further away, but overall, the image is very close to what I see in my head. Anyway, it will give you a pretty good idea of what I see, and perhaps someone will recognize it.
I can't tell you where this planet is located, but I believe it is smaller than earth, perhaps 2/3's the size. I don't know why I think that, it just feels that way to me. Perhaps it is just an illusion created by the horizons. The planet is almost entirely a deep purple color. That's because it is covered by a layer of purple lichen, or moss. In the spring (if you can call it that) there are little white flowers that grow in the moss, about the size of a large pea. The flowers have 4 to 6 petals... generally it is 5 petals, but not always. The moss is not very thick, a few inches at most. Beneath the moss the earth is very hard, almost like a rock. Shovels would not work here. The moss makes the ground feel spongy when you walk on it, and it collects moisture, which is important in maintaining the atmosphere here. It never rains... at least not water. Meteors are another story.
In this image, I see myself as being the young woman looking at the moons. I seem to be in my early 20's, with purple eyes and very dark hair bluntly cut just above my shoulders. The moons bring me a feeling of peace. I am drawn to them, and I love the fact that there are two of them, always overlapping each other. The moons are not subject to phases or eclipses as we know them. There are times when the moons are only partially visible, but not like here.
I have tried to meditate on this place many times, and these are the things I think I remember. When people begin here, they are kept together with the others who began in the same cycle. (I'm not sure that being "born" is the right word.) They will spend their entire lives growing/learning/working together, not mingling with other groups of different age cycles. We have private living quarters, just a small room really, and everything is pretty much done for us.... our laundry, meals, etc. There is really very little cleaning to do. The process of air circulation and filtration has eliminated things such as dust and dirt in our environment. Each group of people live/work/eat in a self contained area separated from the other groups. Sometimes we can see them through the glass wall as they walk down parallel hallways, but communication is not possible. I remember being told that I had parents and even seeing my mother once. She was looking through two layers of glass wall, and she smiled at me, and crooked two of her fingers towards me like a small wave. I think she liked me, but it was hard to be sure. We have been told that the purpose of keeping us all separated is because those of lower enlightenment might contaminate those who are more advanced. I think each group is told the same story. I don't know that I believe it but there is no one I can talk to about it. The city itself is entirely self-contained. We produce and recycle our own water, food substances, and energy. The city is a gleaming silver, with hundreds of piping systems similar to the stacks of a refinery, but the output is contained and filtered inside the piping system. It is all very efficient. The city is covered with a glass-like dome to protect it from meteor showers. At least that's what we are told. Sometimes the sights we see do not appear to be meteors to me, but who can I tell? There are other enclosed cities on the planet, perhaps as many as a hundred of them. Each city, I'm told, has a different purpose. I'm not sure what purpose our city has. I work in a lab and my job here is to test organics and other substances to make sure that the testing results are within the proper range. It is very tedious and uninteresting, and the results are always the same. Sometimes I think I am continually being given the same sample to test and I have tested it over and over again at least a thousand times. Some days I hope for a deviation in the results just so I know that there is some deviation out there. Everything is so routine, always. I am told there are tunnels below the city that lead to other cities out there. No one can tell me that they have seen them, but supposedly they do exist. There are no roads on the surface of the planet.... at least none that I have ever seen. As far as clothing goes, we wear lightweight uniforms (kind of like mylar balloon material) and the colors vary based on our specific jobs. My color is a light silvery blue. When our efficiency mode is no longer adequate, we don't die... we simply "cease".
That's about all I can tell you for now. Maybe someone else will know something and it will spur other memories for me. Oh, I just remembered, yesterday when I was typing this up and talking about the moons, the word/name Tyranius popped into my head for some reason. Am not sure why, but thought I would include that info just in case it rings a bell with someone else.
Willow
I can't tell you where this planet is located, but I believe it is smaller than earth, perhaps 2/3's the size. I don't know why I think that, it just feels that way to me. Perhaps it is just an illusion created by the horizons. The planet is almost entirely a deep purple color. That's because it is covered by a layer of purple lichen, or moss. In the spring (if you can call it that) there are little white flowers that grow in the moss, about the size of a large pea. The flowers have 4 to 6 petals... generally it is 5 petals, but not always. The moss is not very thick, a few inches at most. Beneath the moss the earth is very hard, almost like a rock. Shovels would not work here. The moss makes the ground feel spongy when you walk on it, and it collects moisture, which is important in maintaining the atmosphere here. It never rains... at least not water. Meteors are another story.
In this image, I see myself as being the young woman looking at the moons. I seem to be in my early 20's, with purple eyes and very dark hair bluntly cut just above my shoulders. The moons bring me a feeling of peace. I am drawn to them, and I love the fact that there are two of them, always overlapping each other. The moons are not subject to phases or eclipses as we know them. There are times when the moons are only partially visible, but not like here.
I have tried to meditate on this place many times, and these are the things I think I remember. When people begin here, they are kept together with the others who began in the same cycle. (I'm not sure that being "born" is the right word.) They will spend their entire lives growing/learning/working together, not mingling with other groups of different age cycles. We have private living quarters, just a small room really, and everything is pretty much done for us.... our laundry, meals, etc. There is really very little cleaning to do. The process of air circulation and filtration has eliminated things such as dust and dirt in our environment. Each group of people live/work/eat in a self contained area separated from the other groups. Sometimes we can see them through the glass wall as they walk down parallel hallways, but communication is not possible. I remember being told that I had parents and even seeing my mother once. She was looking through two layers of glass wall, and she smiled at me, and crooked two of her fingers towards me like a small wave. I think she liked me, but it was hard to be sure. We have been told that the purpose of keeping us all separated is because those of lower enlightenment might contaminate those who are more advanced. I think each group is told the same story. I don't know that I believe it but there is no one I can talk to about it. The city itself is entirely self-contained. We produce and recycle our own water, food substances, and energy. The city is a gleaming silver, with hundreds of piping systems similar to the stacks of a refinery, but the output is contained and filtered inside the piping system. It is all very efficient. The city is covered with a glass-like dome to protect it from meteor showers. At least that's what we are told. Sometimes the sights we see do not appear to be meteors to me, but who can I tell? There are other enclosed cities on the planet, perhaps as many as a hundred of them. Each city, I'm told, has a different purpose. I'm not sure what purpose our city has. I work in a lab and my job here is to test organics and other substances to make sure that the testing results are within the proper range. It is very tedious and uninteresting, and the results are always the same. Sometimes I think I am continually being given the same sample to test and I have tested it over and over again at least a thousand times. Some days I hope for a deviation in the results just so I know that there is some deviation out there. Everything is so routine, always. I am told there are tunnels below the city that lead to other cities out there. No one can tell me that they have seen them, but supposedly they do exist. There are no roads on the surface of the planet.... at least none that I have ever seen. As far as clothing goes, we wear lightweight uniforms (kind of like mylar balloon material) and the colors vary based on our specific jobs. My color is a light silvery blue. When our efficiency mode is no longer adequate, we don't die... we simply "cease".
That's about all I can tell you for now. Maybe someone else will know something and it will spur other memories for me. Oh, I just remembered, yesterday when I was typing this up and talking about the moons, the word/name Tyranius popped into my head for some reason. Am not sure why, but thought I would include that info just in case it rings a bell with someone else.
Willow
