I came here with my clan 1000 yrs ago to conquer china as part of the galactic proxy war

[Listkov]

MY PLANET

We look like north Asians, I think our descendants compose part of the Tungus people today, mostly in Russia. We don't like the grey lineages, some members of that race being our traditional enemies. I suspect they compose a significant component of the heredity of certain population groups in Asia.

That's me, a model that I'm told looks like a woman from home, and the emperors Taizu and Nurhaci, who I used to work for and are higher up on the pecking order of my clan.



I do know we come from Ursa Major (The Big Dipper) but I do not recall where, except for that I travelled on more than one occasion in astral form to the star Alkaid. I don't know about the geography of my entire planet, but me and my clan lived in the taiga, of which is very similar to that of East Siberia.

It's been a thousand years since I've been home and we were embroiled in the galactic war, of which earth is a proxy theater so I don't know if we're still around. I suspect some of my kinsmen live in Russia now. I got a clear message one day while kicking it with my girl friend (who is a part of a minority group harshly discriminated against on earth, incorporeal women). HEAD TO ULAN-UDE. We will provide. That's the capital of the Republic of Buryatia, next to lake Baikal. It don't bother me because I can touch her. The cool thing about that sort of arrangement is that your etheric bodies merge together so you can feel everything from both POVs. She says she looks like the girl above and it's one of the avatars she takes on, like an outfit. That's how transgenders often work, but it's an earthbound spirit that makes them feel like they "spiritually" have the genitalia of the opposite sex. I have another thread on this.

On my planet, everyone knows about the soul mate thing. You are considered one of several astral bodies animated by the same root-soul. Not like a bug alien or a communal group, because we're still individuals, just with multiple avatars that are semi-autonomous. Like a video game where you control one soldier from a first person perspective compared to one where you control a squad of 2-5.

I belong to a clan. On earth, we're known as https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Aisin-Gioro
It means gold, and we're a continuation from at least the https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jin_dy...%E2%80%931234). Also means gold, and was founded by my kinsman, Aguda. Otherwise known as the Emperor Taizu.

In Ursa Major, our capital was a dinky little walled city on a hill. We weren't city people. You needed a capital to put some shrines in to act as a beacon for the communications system, to store a few valuable artifacts in a cave and possibly for beaucractic purposes. We were autonomous, but pledged fidelity to a confederacy which probably encompassed three star systems. Not a nation, in the sense that my loyalty, first and foremost lies with my clan.

I strongly suspect that the first emperors of the https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qing_dynasty, our dynasty being formed some hundreds of years before we completed our mission of conquering China, were in direct communication with headquarters. They called them heavenly spirits, and your shamans would leave their bodies and astrally report to Ursa Major. Which wasn't so distinct from space until a fella called Galileo came around.

The myth of our ancestry was that the first of my clans lineage on earth was https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buk%C5%ABri_Yong%C5%A1on, who was conceived via immaculate conception by the sky maiden Fekulen (ᡶᡝᡴᡠᠯᡝᠨ, 佛库伦), who represented a star in the Big Dipper, along with her sisters Enggulen (ᡝᠩᡤᡠᠯᡝᠨ, 恩古伦) and Jenggulen (ᠵᡝᠩᡤᡠᠯᡝᠨ, 正古伦)

We were a matriarchy, which sounds kind of cucked but I don't think any European general here felt humiliated to serve under Queen Elizabeth or the Empresses Catherine or Maria. Fekulen, if I return home, I'll have to debrief her along with my clan on the status of my mission. I was successful, but I'm wildly over the time schedule. A bit embarrassing. "Ok, that's what you did then, you conquered China, but what have you done with the NEXT 400 years? Exactly. Get a job you bum". Was asleep, just remembered this stuff this life, but my hope is that I can bring home some tobacco and some red bull and we'll call it even.

I expect my promotion, which was promised to me in completion of my mission. But I'll lose my pension fund. As long as I stay on earth, the paper pushers over there, they'll make it so I don't have to work for a living. Earth money is easy to make and even easier to lose, comparable to the galactic finance system. It's like a video game currency, maybe you can convert a billion dollars into galactic credits through one of the space laundering stations, but 100K is just monopoly money, you lose it next life.

This opportunity, I can talk about now because we already capitalized on it, but it brings glory to our clan. We jumped on it, kind of like a speculator, and neither kept it a secret nor duly informed the other members of our confederacy, so we could fill the mission with our kinsmen. We did report to central headquarters, though, as would be legally required and I'd imagine they receive semi-regular reports.

If you aren't talking to aliens your sky gods are foolish and dangerous superstitions. Because you can think you're headed to their realm after you die but you go inside the light that wipes your memories. If you complete your mission and dip to your home world, that's fine. Native Americans, I feel are a cousin race and they'll probably get mass evacuated when the big earth changes come about.

We did not sleep but rather shamanized into the night, which served the same function for us. We sung our songs and drummed our drums into the wee hours of the morning and then after extracting a promise to meet again soon at the hearth we went about our business. I suspect we usually ate communally but sometimes you were far from home and just ate with your companions in a smaller gathering by a hastily improved campfire.

It is our custom to have both a roaring flame and a boiling pot at every gathering. I don't know how distinct they were or if it was tabooed. Probably something like you don't put fish in the microwave - you just don't.

There was sort of spiritual imprint or essence inside of everything that we could perceive. It would rub off and go into the air for everyone to feel if you put it in the fire or in the water. That's why we ate meat. There was a sort of beautiful sadness in their blood. We had a balanced ecosystem that we were very concerned with maintaining - with us as the Apex Predators. Not like an archon or parasite. You gotta have a few bears in a forest or all the deer will starve to death.

I was very fond of hunting, but we kept it a fair game. Being a guardian angel to animals was a woman's job. You'd go incorporeal and watch over a herd of reindeer and give them nudges in the right direction, like a game warden. I'd go out roaming on horseback looking for prey. I liked to to have a pet condor helping me.

After you killed an animal you'd have to give it funerary rites - you couldn't just eat em. Ideally their soul stayed in their body until you brought it to the ritual site. But sometimes you'd have to get a ceremonial knife or other instrument and infuse the blade with their blood. This you'd boil in the water so everyone could see, and then you'd forge it in the fire which cleared off the energies and made the blade stronger.

This wasn't common, but if a human(oid) did wrong, we would do the same for them. You would draw their blood and have their actions out in the open for everyone to behold. I am not ashamed of being a cannibal. Although it may seem strange or odd, like having a spiritual wife, you had to have a justice system and it worked. Man was just another animal.

I recall a prejudice against women who specialized in the souls of fish. I do not recall -why. If I had guess it would be because one woman in particular who would rather sleep with the fishes than with me. Probably the #1 reason earth men don't like dogs. Would be quite embarrassing to still not be over her after however many millennia but you go into any retirement home and you can get an earful about Sally Sue from 1954.

The fish stories weren't my favorite but I could respect how it cleared the palate. You lighten up a tragedy with a bit of comedy. You have some water stories after the bird and forest animal stories. Seems almost like a freakshow but we really did have immense respect for the animal. It functioned as a life review for them. We were the peanut gallery and the guardian angels and at the end, we'd send them off and help them into a new body.

After we ate we our entertainments - which took up the rest of the night. I get the impression that apart from these gatherings we were a lonesome people and usually spent the days with only the other members of our group-soul. I think how much you dined with others was, as here, mostly freely chosen out of preference.

- We had no books or videos but rather kept all our records in the form of stones imbued with a sort of homeopathic essence. Here you call a good story a "potboiler". Home, you'd go to the cave of records and borrow the rock you wanted for the night. After dinner you'd boil it and the story would effuse out as a sort of mist or vapour everyone could perceive - telepathically?

Fire was for forging. So you'd make one of these rocks in a fire and play it in a pot of water.

- you had to be kind of a retarded (mentally) to have never made a rock, storytelling being a subject as basic as arithmetic here. Almost as bad as not being able to leave your body on a whim and head to the nearest star. You were expected to have a few stories you could recite when prompted that would entertain an audience. An audiovisual presentation odyssey and the Iliad? Is that really all you know? sad.

- There was a sort of psychic internet. You'd leave your body and float into the stars where you could interact with others and create your own spiritual spaces. I still have one of these and can go there at will. Sort of like websites. That's how you'd keep in contact with faraway friends and give in reports to the capital. We were free, and had local autonomy, but the governmental structure was that of a confederation, and sometimes you were obligated to report in and debrief some council full of eggheads on your affairs this quarter. Still, I get the impression income taxes like we have here would be a recipe for a revolt

So that's what I remember of my planet. If any of you are interested in visiting in the future and we're still around, I'll introduce you to my clan and give you a meat on a stick as long as you don't embarrass me and yourself by being a vegan or something. We don't mess with eating those plant thingies Green does not go on the plate.
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Next I'll explain how we came to be at war with the same enemies as the people of earth and how we drove them off our planet and how the patriarchal society here forced the original shamans to retreat to the astral plane and become incorporeal spirits

Gonna keep posting to this thread, hopefully you'll let me revise my posts later so they read better but I wanna get everything off my chest.

I was explaining to my buddy that I saw earth like the Missouri State Fair. I'm not gonna go across the world to see it, it's not that interesting in the grand scope of things but it's worth driving across the state and setting up a booth.