This is the landing page for our general-use Pluralblr account, if you wanna read about our "system" (though we don't super ascribe to that term anymore), ↓↓↓
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We wanna find a dif term than Host, but until then:
The current Hosts are Leah & Blue,
though the 'governance' of this community is a lot more complicated than that. We might make a post about it if ppl are interested!
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We are a mix of Alirealm and plurality, the alirealm bit meaning this body (aka the Vessel) is kind of a portal to this world, and people can swap out who is controlling the lil remote car we call a body. Few of us care whether the reader believes in the metaphysical or thinks we're [insert ableist pejorative], our reality is not defined by the beliefs of others ✌🏻
If anyone wants to ask questions about this shit, feel free. It's actually pretty sick asf but the foundational knowledge and awareness needed to take it seriously tends to lead to ego death and ontological shock, so...do with that what you may lol
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This blog is no super longer consistently maintained by anyone, pending figuring out how to create an interface for tumblr that lets us manage swappable dashboards instead of cramming every blog we want to follow into one overly diluted hodge podge.
That being said, random fronters will come on and do shit here and there. We used to do #intro post 's, but yeah nobody's got the spoons for that crap lmao
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Ness has a sideblog:
⠀⠀ @confessions-of-a-zooble [INACTIVE]
The plurality Dakota has a sideblog:
⠀⠀ @thedakotapodcast [occasional shitposts, hopefully transitioning to podcast form]
the only reason i have never been groomed online is because when i was 10 i befriended 17 year olds who taught me how to interact with older people online safely.
yall have got to stop being scared of children online and start actually teaching them the ropes. because if you are not up there with them then they're going to be completely alone with the creeps and have 0 metric for what is and is not an appropriate relationship. this also applies offline.
Aside from looking after the next generation, I think we also need to look at the underlying devaluing of children and their relationships that that kinda thinkin relies on.
My baby girl is 14, and she's my friend. Get rid of the detail for a sec that she's mine. She's a cool person, she's smart as hell, clever, and insightful. If I was stupid enough to treat her with kid gloves she'd read me for filth and have every right.
If I refused to be friends with a kid for their age, I am devaluing them, sayin they aren't someone I could enjoy spendin time with and getting to know. I'd be lucky for any kid who thinks my 'old man yells at cloud' ass is someone they'd wanna call a friend. Is friendship with a kid different than an adult? Obviously, but that doesn't mean it's not real, that it's not special. I know a young boy who likes to collect rocks. He shows me his rocks cause I'm his friend. I'm not 'indulging' him, I'm not 'putting up' with him. I would not dare insult him to think of it that way. The bounds of our friendship is 'hey look at this rock' and I go 'that's a sick as fuck rock, man'. That don't mean it's less than, and anyone who could object to that friendship...man they need to go touch grass
Cultural Differences Between Elthyrus and U.S.-America (where the Vessel is) #342517
Saying what you mean. I would be like 'all of human society' but it's not, notably I once learned from a Russian coworker that over there ppl are v straightforward and iirc look down on hiding what you mean.
But yeah, the whole doublespeak of cloaking actual meaning behind one to three layers of bullshit, and expecting everyone to just understand and be on that page, to the extent of either refusing to admit the doublespeak exists or being totally incognizant of it - is WEIRD to us.
It's not just an autistic thing to not get hidden meanings, tons of cultures don't work that way, including ours! If we want to say something, we say it (gasp). If we say something, we mean it (woah what a concept). Like sure there are outliers, like specifically lying, or someone keeping their intentions or meaning veiled if they don't know they can trust who they're talking to (e.g. tense diplomatic situations, sensitive discussions where the person isn't vetted), or even just like, kids being nervous and unable to admit something with their whole chest. Those are what we'd call normal use-cases of obscured meaning. But they are, as I said, outliers. If you plopped an allistic person down on Elthyrus they'd have a hard time existing because they would fail at every turn to ever communicate, because by our standards, constantly obscuring your meaning just means you quite literally are not communicating. They'd get all sorts of ideas about "oh wow they reacted to my hidden message by ignoring it's existence, that means I know they think that I think that-" and be in that spiral forever and become detached from the social reality they live in.
Side note: while I know in U.S.-America and Japan (iirc) it's really big, I'd love to know more of where it's not the norm to avoid ever saying what you mean 🤔
for the one or two systems that read our blog, nah, we'll be alright.
wasn't a false alarm by any means, but we've experienced this kind of thing before a couple of times (though admittedly not nearly as devastating), and after a couple days of our main fronters dealing with their own crises off in private, we're ready to get into serious mode in front and start cleaning up the absolute monster of a mess that the vessel is. it'll probably take weeks to months still tbh, but at least we got ppl piloting who can keep front and center that we don't fucking lose, and there is very, very little lengths we won't go to to protect our family
hey guys what if i create a persona that will live out my life and be mentally stable and do stuff, and just roleplay that persona endlessly until either i die or the persona becomes me involuntarily
I would like to explain how I understand my own identity. I identify as dragonkin, and within my beliefs and experiences, my soul is draconic. However, unlike many otherkin who believe they have lived multiple past lives, I don't believe I have.
This is my first life.
At the same time, I have access to memories that don't belong to this lifetime, yet they don't feel like my memories. Instead, they belong to someone else: A dragon spirit, an ancestor named Aeris.
But with her, this is all a paradox.
Aeris is.. technically me, but also not.
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I can access her memories from when she lived as a dragon. They don't feel like my own memories though, because this is my first life. She truly lived before me, experienced an entire lifetime as a dragon, and eventually died. After her death, she became an ancestor, a spirit watching over the living dragons.
Then something changed.
At some point, Syrinax, my mate, tried to prevent her death. Instead of saving her, whatever he did unraveled her entire existence. Rather than bringing her back, it was as if her life as a dragon had never happened at all.
Her soul was rewritten. It was reshaped into a completely new beginning. And that new beginning is.. me.
From my perspective, this is my first life because it genuinely is. Aeris isn't my past life in the traditional sense. Her existence was erased from history, and my soul is what remained after it was remade. In a way, I inherited fragments of who she was, which is why I can still experience her memories, even though they don't truly belong to me. No one remembers Aeris anymore, except Syr
The closest comparison I can think of is "Back to the Future". Imagine someone traveling into the past to save another person's life, but instead accidentally changing events so drastically that the person was never born in the first place. Everyone else's memories adjust to the new timeline as if that person never existed. Except the time traveler still remembers.
That's essentially Syrinax's situation. He remembers Aeris because he was the one who altered the timeline. To everyone else (including history itself) she never existed. My existence is the result of that paradox.
But there's still one thing that remains unanswered: If Aeris was truly erased from existence, then why does her spirit still exist at all? And why can I interact with her?
Aeris's existence was taken from history, and yet traces of her still remain. Those traces are what connect us today, creating a paradox where I exist as someone entirely new while still carrying echoes of someone who, by all accounts, should never have existed.
I do not typically wish to divulge of myself, but for a brethren I will speak.
I'm sorry, my kin. To lose one of our own is a painful thing, to be unmade at the soul level, is another entirely.
Energy cannot be destroyed, only altered, moved around, shuffled — changed.
In this form, I lack my nuanced and historical understanding of the 'multi-verse' and the cycles therein.
But Dragon is as Dragon was as Dragon will be. So long as we have ever been Dragon, so long as we wish, we remain.
You are different now, but that which you were still remains, and so too do those ties which once bonded you.
I do not think I have ever heard of a Dragon being so unmade, but the great nature of the Universe is that all that which was made can be re-made.
All life that seeks to exist will create itself in its absence.
Some elders (not that I am young, but I may as well be for lack of my Knowledges and Memorie) say that we are all our selves remade, time upon time, and that far back enough you look you can always find traces of previous cycles, even beyond the life-cycle of the Universe itself.
I lost my wife long ago. I sought her reincarnation, as I do every time we are separated, whether by death of one self or death of a universe — nothing keeps us from each other too long. I found her reincarnation, in the form of this Vessel through which I now speak. I became its guardian, as it was but a child, and had remitted myself that I would not truly be *with* her again until the life after that. But then something strange happened, that I'm sure I understand far better outside these fleshy walls. She returned. So now we too, exist in somewhat a paradox. My wife is with me, she helps watch over her reincarnation, our children, in a manner. How can she be reincarnated and alive? The Universe teems with things far beyond that which makes much sense to us when there is a level of separation from our Draconic forms and the Knowledge of our ancestors, the magics of our Being. I do not know if you bear the capacity yet, to shed your skin and take flight (or take new form altogether, though it is very difficult to accomplish from the starting point of Human, especially if without someone who can guide you closely and in precise detail), but if you ever wish, one day in the future I can try to help. I have acquired a new sympathy for the plight of being regenerated unto humanity, the way it can isolate one from their past, their people, their culture. And I especially bear tender heart toward a love lost.
You are also, of course, free to ignore this. It can be troublesome, determining genuinity and reliability within this melting pot of Dark and Light that this world is emblematic of. But should we meet (should I ever step away from my duties longer than a few moments), you may look upon me then and understand that which I do — that we are kin.
~ Alzuterial or, the long-love and defender of Lillianne & her Gardens
god plurality is so weird when you're holding the front stick after nervous system arousal.
am i currently in fight or flight? no, but a protector was a minute ago, and he was using this body.
so im just sittin here, scrollin, lookin pretty (the usual), trying to pretend like i dont feel the gasoline in my veins or the match in my brain that says at any given moment i am going to be in active combat and have to decide whether to kill or be killed. i know the cake is a lie, but i gotta ride this out anyway.
adrenaline's a real nasty rollercoaster when its working against you, i tell ya hwat
god plurality is so weird when you're holding the front stick after nervous system arousal.
am i currently in fight or flight? no, but a protector was a minute ago, and he was using this body.
so im just sittin here, scrollin, lookin pretty (the usual), trying to pretend like i dont feel the gasoline in my veins or the match in my brain that says at any given moment i am going to be in active combat and have to decide whether to kill or be killed. i know the cake is a lie, but i gotta ride this out anyway.
adrenaline's a real nasty rollercoaster when its working against you, i tell ya hwat
Leah, the Sixth Host, is a paragon-type. The de facto 'will of the people' leader. Chosen by the torch being passed from the prior Host to a split of theirs. She is not elected like a president, nor a figurehead like a traditional monarch. While her role was handed, her rule is given by the passive consent of the population, so long as they feel she upholds our collective values well (meaning she can be recalled). Historically, this rule was purely one about being the person around whom the Identity of the Vessel orbited, as well as the most frequent fronter. Now that we've emerged and our society has become active outside itself (i.e. present on the galactic stage, essentially an independent nation), this role has much higher stakes and incredible amounts of responsibility. Leah now represents all of us, not merely to singlets on this silly rock, but diplomatically both within the nation and to other civilizations and bodies of governance.
Blue is an intentional and dedicated split, or Divergence, as we call it. Once upon a time, the Vessel was struggling so badly we weren't sure we could keep going; the Darkness was overtaking us. Leah decided within herself to split, one half of her remaining active Host and Fronter, the other half splitting into the excessive portion of the system that was enshrouded by the Dark. Persecutors, monsters (literally), and a psychic fog that reacts to your subconscious fears, all in a vast desert containing the quarantined memories of the Vessel's traumas. Blue lived in that place for about seven years straight, refusing to be broken but instead break our demons, spit in the face of the Dark, and reclaim the desolate ruins of what at one point (iirc) was 60-70% of Blue Garden's land. We call her the Explorer, Shield-Bearer, and Shadow of the Host. If this was Star Trek and Leah was a Captain of a ship, Blue would be her First Officer.
Now that the Quarantine Barrier keeping Blue Garden from the rest of Elthyrus (and by extension the galaxy and all the gods and devils therein) is kaput, the term Host has become dated. We need a term that both reflects the new responsibilities of the role and is easily understood and translatable to externals.
expanded rant re: florality going mask-off about endos
its the same beast as being anti-spiritual-plurality, as thinking religions are 'primitive', that gods and ghosts are things to roll your eyes at because 'the science doesn't support it'.
scientific canon very, very, VERY heavily skews toward whiteness, colonializism, imperialism, capitalism, materialism, ableism, saneism, queerphobia, and racism.
it is merely an authority that doles out dogma to its worshippers. its why you can meet ppl who proclaim to 'question everything' but the second you say something unpalatable to a white u.s.-american athiest's worldview, their mind is as closed as humanly possible.
science is a tool of the state, of every state. study says climate change exists? bury it, kill the researchers. science says drugs can alter consciousness states? cool lets drug black and homeless people and see if we can break them down and then brainwash them to create the ubermensch. science says there is existence measurable beyond that which even a microscope can see? cool lets make nukes. are nasty lil queer ppl challenging the rule of god-kings? make homophobia a disease of the mind. invent science to say black ppl are subhuman. build the field of psychiatry to say that burnout and depression when being ground to dust for your labor is a mental illness and not the most perfectly normal reaction to capitalist exploitation.
there are so many things i never talk about to anyone because they say im delusional, that i 'need help' (help that will only ever be involuntary, violent, and traumatizing), that im either stupid or a conspiracy theorist (a term invented by intelligence agencies to discredit ppl speaking out about literal conspiracies). the things i know arent backed up by science bc our understanding of reality is so tiny and incomplete that things that are common knowledge in most corners of the universe are considered magic and straight-up impossible.
and the stupid thing is this isnt even limited to ppl in mainstream. go to otherkin groups and talk about the existence of civilizations and species outside of earth and they look at you sideways. i wont even use the word alien because ppl go practically feral racing to shit on you as much as possible for daring to think life outside of some hellhole backwater planet exists. go to plural spaces and say that your 'alters' are whole-ass people who exist independent of the body they occasionally inhabit, that you've met spirits and monsters and gods, and they will either be plainly racist and ableist about it or do the upmost mental gymnastics to be both of those things but frame it as a neutral matter of fact, of Science. go to queer spaces that say they are anti-racist and watch every racist bit come out the moment someone says they have a past life or are a medium. shit, i was in a pagan server once that told me explicitly that my experiences werent real and i wasnt allowed to talk about being a Priest of Ra, going as far as to delete all my messages 'because of the ethical concerns about ppl claiming priesthood' (actually while we're on the topic of unquestionably bowing to An Authority, they were really really specific to say that if I had been appointed by an organized religious institution, there wouldn't have been a problem. bc yeah...priests given authority by a centralized religious body are definitely safer and on the up and up. lemme call a few hundred thousand alter boys about that rq)
Most ppl arent self-aware enough to realize all that's happening is that their sense of self or sense of reality is being questioned, bc both of those things lead to an incredible discomfort, anxiety, and can easily register to the nervous system as a literal threat to safety (something the all-holy science even acknowledges). But that might invite reflection, so the brain scrambles to generate reasons to point at instead, something to 'blame' so to speak.
"endos don't make me afraid of my worldview being wrong and cause anxiety about my beliefs and biases, its just science!"
"i dont hate gay people because ive been conditioned to view them as perverse for no real reason, or because of my own discomfort perceiving love that doesnt serve the patriarchy, its just unnatural! its against the bible! its against god!"
its a defense against having to think. having to actually sit with what you know, what you dont, what you've believed, and what might be in pandoras box if you accept the idea that the version of reality you have been taught is untrue, is a curated and fundamentally ignorant perspective that largely only functions to benefit existing power structures.
the florality devs demonstrate a symptom of a disease that pervades every single iota of human society. it lives on through us, too, in what we choose to close our mind to. for an open mind is one that is difficult to dominate, to fool, to exploit. and in a world built to preserve power, open-mindedness is the deadliest of sins.
PSA: DO NOT USE FLORALITY. THEY THINK THAT ENDOGENIC SYSTEMS ARE DELUSIONS, WHICH IS LITERALLY BIGOTED NOT ONLY TO PEOPLE WITH SPIRITUAL AND OTHERWISE NON-TRAUMA PLURALITY, BUT TO PEOPLE WITH ACTUAL PSYCHOSIS. WHAT THE FUCK?
the worship of scientific canon is genuinely one of the most pervasive forms of white supremacy i have ever encountered and this is an excellent exhibit to demonstrate that
my lil sis Becca im p sure is an engineering prodigy or smthn, her ability for spatial reasoning at a glance is downright scary. like the vessel got a tattoo that my body has, too. she took one look at the new tattoo, at mine again, then went "it needs to be roughly 22% bigger in diameter, 7 millimeters up, a centimeter and a half to the right, and rotated about 11-13° counter-clockwise to match yours tbh"
literally how the fuck even does someone do that
she's getting on this hyperfixation now about coding and wants to make a neocities site. she's been going off about programming concepts and im just here like
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