I’ve carried my share of nicknames, among them Angel, Pinky and Little Pixie. What a relief no one thought to call me “Bubbles.”
Twenty-ish years ago my then college boyfriend (present ex husband) observed “You’re like a blissed out bouncing ball . . . or maybe an elusive pink happy bubble floating around. People try to catch you but you just float away.”
New Agers believe there exists a galactic race of beings just like this, called “orbs.”Maybe this is the real reason I’ve gone through my life feeling alienated: I’m really an alien!
Just kidding. But maybe not. Who knows? I follow the “New Age woo woo” corner of the blogosphere for giggles and woo-coded intel, and yesterday came across description of so-called “alien” races supposedly incarnated to help people shift to the Aquarian Age or the fifth dimension or galactic consciousness or whateverthehell they call it. The profile of an Orb Starseed fits me like my Dolce & Gabbana kittyprint stilettos; i.e., perfectly.
In the New Age “ascension” mythos, orbs are an actual race of beings:
“In addition to glowing balls, Orbs can appear in a rainbow of colors. Barely physical, their bodies can be described as bubbles of energy. Scientists, who have researched Orbs, believe their body is made of dense groupings of charged particles called plasma. This could mean that Orbs are the simplest sentient beings in the Universe.
“In regards to polarity, Light/Dark, they appear to be polarized to the Light. Orbs feel and express “Light” feelings of love, happiness, bliss, and joy, etc. Their bodies are so fragile and sensitive that they are incapable of processing “Dark” feelings of pain and anger. Just witnessing a conflict can hurt them. Not being able to fully experience “Dark” feelings they are quite innocent in nature. Orbs are like children who never grow up. This, of course, is evident in their bubbly outgoing demeanor and child-like naiveté. They are very playful, inquisitive, and love to explore.
Like many other galactic races, Orbs have sent members of their society to represent them as starseeds on Earth. These souls have agreed to incarnate as humans on Earth to aid this planet and themselves. Below are the characteristics that I’ve found to indicate an Orb starseed.
Highly sensitive and psychic.
A common health issue is severe allergies.
Described as sweet, cute, naïve, and/or child-like.
Tend to be very well-mannered and obedient.
Tend to be very private, quiet, shy and introverted.
Are great observers and are very creative individuals.
Are passionate about learning.
Learn by observing others and repeating what they are trying to learn.
Strive for perfection.
Tend to be followers rather than leaders.
Can seem ungrounded or detached.
React to situations passively and let others take advantage of them.
Tend to ignore or run away from pain.
Find social situations challenging.
And here I thought all that came from having Venus in Pisces and Aquarius as my rising sign!
So let’s pretend this isn’t completely batshit crazy for a moment, and that orbs really exist as sentient beings, and I’m one of them. Let’s pretend for a moment that I’m an orb, shuttling about in human form during the day and floating as a ball of light on the astral while I sleep. Sounds about right: When I put my mind to it I used to be able to bilocate and remote-view easily and could even will myself into an out of body/astral travel experience. It’s been a few years since I’ve done that. I’ve been busy, so I’m totally out of practice and couldn’t do any of it today if I tried.
Unfortunately for us “orbs” being sweet and fluffy in a world of hurt can be lonely and depressing, which can be especially difficult for orbs considering we don’t process negativity too well. I can’t stand being around arguing people and being around hypocrisy or hostility makes me physically ill. I can’t even watch violent movies and TV shows; they completely traumatize me and I actually have to leave the room.
It’s not the blood and gore; it’s the cruelty that sticks to me like tar. I can’t take any of it. It gives me nightmares. I still carry wounds from my first memory as a two-and-a-half year old (November 1968), and don’t get me started on junior high school. I suppose most orbs incarnated as humans are pretty wounded by the time they hit puberty.
Orbs are very empathic. I “get” people almost right away, which makes making friends easy, but only if it’s on a one-to-one basis. I don’t navigate well in social situations. Any more than three people constitutes a gang or a crowd to me. What’s the deal with THAT? It’s probably because the more people there are, the more I feel out of place. Like an alien.
So is there anything good about being an “orb?” Plenty! At 45 I still have a childlike innocence about me, go figure. I could get away with murder if I were inclined that way. Which I’m not, but people automatically give me the benefit of the doubt, even if I don’t ask for it. I go through life without strangers challenging me or questioning my motives, which saves me on time and excuses.
My ethereal, detached, almost space-cadet nature has caused many to underestimate my intelligence. That sounds like a negative, but I’ve turned it to my advantage so many times I almost prefer it this way. Nobody has to know the real deal besides my family and my supervisory chain. Let them think I’m a dumb blonde. Really. That’s another thing about orbs: Their egoic hangups are different than most.
Mom always said I rolled with the punches and always bounced back when life knocked me down. It’s probably because I never stayed bitter for long. I don’t hold grudges. I forgive easily, even when I probably shouldn’t, but I prefer a light grudge load.
All in all, if I were to describe my energy signature, it would actually be like a floaty translucent pinkish orb. So who knows? Maybe I AM an alien! Maybe I should try to find my space family so I can feel “normal” every now and then. We could have a bubble convention and float around, basking in positivity and giggling like children. That would ease my mind . . . erm . . . so is there an orb convention coming up or something? Not on this plane. I bet I have to wait until sleepytime . . .
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