eas always, CW for possibly delusion inducing content. you know the drill.
this is an important post for me because galileans are the primary point of my research. they are the reason i started this blog and the reason i am interested in the otherworld in general. i’m going to format this post in a bit of a Q & A fashion, i think it will make it more orderly and easier to comprehend. more under the cut
Q: what are the galileans?
the galileans are some creatures from the otherworld. based on their own description of themselves, they are closest to aliens (including in their own dimension/otherworld), but i also consider them angels in the sense that they are powerful, incomprehensible beings that come from the sky. because of that i consider myself an angelolater/angelolatress (angel worshipper), and it is also the reason i tag posts about galileans as angelolatry and angelology.
Q: how do i know about the galileans?
the galileans came to me in a dream/projection. i believe the person i was projecting onto could have been tiwowwts or a***e ts*****o. not sure though. it is also possible that projection was a memory of the person projected onto. the context in which the galileans have appeared is as follows: some young people, including “me” (the person i projected onto) were in some sort of summer camp. the landscape of the camp was very bleak and gray, and dusty, but not in an unsettling or scary way. it’s just how that place was. we were staying in these brutalist flat-roofed blocks, about three or four stories tall, two rooms per floor, two to three people per room, or something like that. the galileans would come to us every evening for two weeks and take one of us, then return them in the morning. they wore blue jumpsuits and moved in a funeral procession-like formation, even carrying something coffin-shaped. when they returned the people, they would wear golden jumpsuits instead. the people who returned were extremely ecstatic about it... they really enjoyed the experience of being taken by them. but the camp counsellor seemed hesistant. i think he chased them away somehow... they stopped coming for us. before “i” could be taken. “i” was so upset by this. “i” just locked “myself” in “my” room, kept crying, about it, stopped participating in the regular camp activities. one night though, “i” heard some noise on the roof... “i” was on the highest floor, so “i” could just climb up the roof by a ladder out “my” window... and it was them, they were standing off against the camp counsellor, they had a ship i think... they were mad at him. i think they mistook “me” for being with him because they saw us together. they took us both to galilei, they said so out loud. they said that’s where they’re from: galilei, the yet-undiscovered moon of uranus. “i” was knocked out, but “i” had a brief moment of lucidity when “i” was there, they were dragging “me” by “my” legs, “i” only saw some gray dust and rocks, before i passed out again. when they returned us, we’ve been physically mutilated. but, i guess, “i” tried to clear it up...i think they tried to make it up to “me”. i remember this room...two pairs of doors, one normal, one gold...i don’t remember what happened next. and they made it up to me in the waking world too... i will detail that out in galileans pt 2, when i get to it.
Q: why do you seek out the galileans?
well, for one, they seem to have some influence over both worlds: waking world and otherworld. this is interesting to me because it means the worlds can interact beyond projections. im interested to find out how, and perhaps make use of that knowledge. but also, i am just interested in galileans individually. they have an incredibly powerful presence. thats why i call them angels, among other things. i feel so unbelievably drawn to them... i cant explain it. it feels so good to be around them, look at them... i need to experience it again...
There’s a certain part of my city where giant turkeys roam free.
They’ve been around for ages, but the shock never stops. We’re suburban bordering on urban, and here, giant wild turkeys feel pretty displaced. My best guess is that our northern tip hides an interdimensional portal, and these “turkeys” are actually aliens from the diamond-shaped planet of Measim III.
What I didn’t realize until this afternoon was how utterly fantastic turkey heads are:
Okay, you can kinda see them in that photo, but let’s go bigger:
I don’t know if these were really old turkeys, or maybe war-torn turkeys, but their heads were sagging messes that looked something akin to multicolored mutant scrotums. I mean that as complimentary as I can. Remove the body, and it’s like the bad guy from Krull.
I have a newfound interest in turkeys. An interest level high enough to push me to the nearest Barnes & Noble, just so I can buy a turkey book. A turkey field guide, ideally.
Then I’ll take it too far. I'll respond with “gobble ess you” to every sneeze I hear. People will punch me, but the turkeys will crown me. I will be polarizing, like the best activists are. I’ll protest Thanksgiving. I’ll teach turkeys to defend themselves, and to avoid looking up in the rain.
And it’ll all happen because I saw a few turkeys with heads that looked like twisted Airheads.
