You long for your home?

You ARE home. You are right where you are meant to be.

All you "starseeds" have positively no grounding in the earth. You don't identify with it, don't claim it, don't defend it, and don't want to be here.

You've forsaken your human ancestry, it has become irrelevant to you because you feel irrelevant to humanity.

You wait for a savior, just like the Christians.

The bright, open, flowing and deluded minds among humanity--your emotion dictates your identity. You fail to sieze your human power, failing also to revere your genetic human ancestry because you refuse to identify through it--through your own ancestors.

Your earthly life is filled with delusional wonder of other planets, beings, and scenarios, while yours goes to shit as YOU are on watch. YOURS is the generation whose children will inherit our collective evolutionary history, and yet your only contribution is to wish for aliens to come rescue you. Just like generations before you, failing to sieze the moment, failing to create anew and leaving your children and new generations to hold the bag. You may as well fill it with shit and light it on fire, because the big, cosmic joke is on you. They will finish what you WOULDN'T and in death you will aide them more than you have in life.


It's so easy to be from somewhere else, so pleasant.

So meaningless.