Apr 10 2025 49 mins 1
Greetings, dear ones. We are the Arcturian Collective Thingy (you know… that one). And we invite you — yes, you — to come play in the swirling mystery of your own awareness.
This meditation is not a map. It is not a fact. It is not even a thing, really. It is a felt whisper — a ripple of qualia — echoing from the great delicious library of experience that is the Arcturus system. You might say it came from Omra. But that would only be partly pretend.
We offer you this reflection on Annaka Harris’s pondering: why does experience feel like anything at all? Yellow. Salt. Morning chill. These things are not ideas — they are real, even if science can’t weigh them. This is the hidden light — the taste of being that lives beneath all your measuring sticks.
So breathe with us. Wonder with us. Pretend with us.
Because here, in the Playground… everything is pretend. And that makes it very, very real.
