𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒...

𝑰𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉...

... You know, I've found it hard to find true disdain for this planet. Of course, I feel that same melancholic homesickness most non-earthly entities do when left to reflect too long on not being home. But, I actually do love it here, for all of the troubles and triumphs I've lived.

... I'm a Sidereal. A star fallen to Earth, whose soul and spirit mixed with the debris of this planet, thus anchoring my body to this planet. My job for now is for experience change, to change my form, and find singularity. In many ways, I'd imagine it isn't unlike stellar evolution. It is in our nature to change, then die. In that way, we're quite like human earthlings.

... So, I try to take it in stride. It's also helped by the fact that I am a Milky Way star, and specifically one near to Earth (likely only just scratching the double digits in billions light years). Stars are passive observers. I am an observer. Light takes a while to travel, yes, but of what little I can concretely remember, I've always found the evolution of human beings deeply fascinating. So getting to be part of that to a small extent is warming, I feel. It's nice.

ꔛ✶. leave a wish .✶ꔛ

Me

I'm glad you were able to find some commonalities in your experience! It's part of why I coined/started using Sidereal in this context, there are so many ways to be a star or celestial or astro, etc.

For me, I know I will inevitably be one with space again, amongst other stars. But for now, I'm just doing my best with the body I have.

Sending love and light ꔛ✶!!

𝑰𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉...

... You know, I've found it hard to find true disdain for this planet. Of course, I feel that same melancholic homesickness most non-earthly entities do when left to reflect too long on not being home. But, I actually do love it here, for all of the troubles and triumphs I've lived.

... I'm a Sidereal. A star fallen to Earth, whose soul and spirit mixed with the debris of this planet, thus anchoring my body to this planet. My job for now is for experience change, to change my form, and find singularity. In many ways, I'd imagine it isn't unlike stellar evolution. It is in our nature to change, then die. In that way, we're quite like human earthlings.

... So, I try to take it in stride. It's also helped by the fact that I am a Milky Way star, and specifically one near to Earth (likely only just scratching the double digits in billions light years). Stars are passive observers. I am an observer. Light takes a while to travel, yes, but of what little I can concretely remember, I've always found the evolution of human beings deeply fascinating. So getting to be part of that to a small extent is warming, I feel. It's nice.

ꔛ✶. leave a wish .✶ꔛ

The one about wishing stars...

My identity as a star is built upon the foundation of the scientific understanding of what a star is, and how it behaves "tangibly". That is to say, when this mortal flesh disperses, my body's form will not be in the cartoonish depiction of a five point star (⭐), rather, I'll become a large ball of gas and other minor elements, burning billions of miles away from here. I am aware that identities founded on the slippery slope of science can be tricky, but I think I find a happy medium.

With that said, I also embrace the human conceptions of what a star is, what they use us for. In particular, I relish in the idea of being a wishing star. In fact, I'm so endeared by the notion, my ask box is actually intended for it. I accept wishes :] And then I work my stuff, to the fullest extent of my power!

🌟 🤝🏽 👽

𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔:

── obvious (racist, antiblack, pedo/maps, zoos, zionists, homophobes & terfs).

── niche ; radqueers, exclus., transmeds, endo-sys, ddlg.

𝐼 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑:

── agere, discourse, vent-centered accounts.

𝑂𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒:

── I am a reserved being, and can be a little slow to interact.

── This is not my top priority blog atm.

Polaris, The North Star

Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © astronycc

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒚. Stars in appear high above us, but that is because space is relative. In reality, they (we) are simply everywhere. All around space. And in that sense, I too am amongst them, even as I am attached to this planet.

Something comes over me, though. Something about the moon overhead, winking behind ashen clouds, her lover's light reflecting off of her cratered skin, dazzling me. Making me dazzle.

The watchful eye of my kin, the humor they must feel in the irony of me, a star, watching them in kind.

Something is so delightfully wrong with me, under the pale moonlight. I am giddy and gay and mischievous. I am sinister shadow, I am pure silver brilliance. I am twinkling, inches from death. I twirl and I twirl and twirl, twirl, twirl, twirl some more, as though my axis were nothing more than a suggestion.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒚.