... None of the spirits living in the Solar System remember me... It's sad...
Indeed... I myself feel out of place. I came from other planes, apparently, where the norms of existence are different. Beings there live simply: no one owes anyone anything, no one wishes harm on their neighbors, no one sells themselves for material goods, there is no suffering.
"And where is such a thing?" Ray asked. "Take me with you after you leave 3D."
"Of course... if you're not a demon!" I grinned. "Kindness is a natural quality for the inhabitants there."
"No... I'm human! I'm good!" Ray caressed me, showering me with kisses. "And still your beloved, I hope."
"Hope so, of course... but I'm in no hurry to leave the physical world. If only I could simply leave my body and fly away to better worlds. But something's holding me back..."
— Your physical heart is holding your soul... it's a muscular spiral. As long as it works like a suction pump, circulating blood with the soul's energy dissolved in it, you can't escape this dense reality...
...Why is it like this? Human souls are forced to undergo experiences in dense shells because they were sucked into the bodies of infants who began life in the wombs of women who didn't always desire motherhood. This dense reality is captivity!
— It seems so! — Ray mused, continuing to hug me.
— And who needs that? You can live in 4D, without feeling pain, without needlessly worrying about the integrity of your shell.
— Of course you can. That's why I no longer strive to incarnate into the dense world. And life is so wonderful! Meeting new people, falling in love...
— You're a ladies' man, I know!
— And how come you never get jealous of me with other women?
— I guess that's just not in my nature! And... you can't forbid falling in love!
My descents into the dark layers of the astral plane became more frequent, as did my intimate encounters with various men... after waking up, I was left with the unpleasant, heavy aftertaste of my astral body being used in obscene orgies, where my dignity was severely humiliated. I had to start a scandal, arguing who was doing this to me.
"We're having fun..." Ray replied.
"Why are you doing this to me? You thought you were going to be good!"
"I... I don't know why... I dragged part of your consciousness down."
"But this is disgusting! I don't want to participate in this! And why did my Self end up in such an unattractive, thin, feminine shell?"
"It's funnier this way... it's easier to mock you..."
"So you don't feel sorry for me!? How many of them, poor things, suffer from such exploits every night!" "We need this..."
My soul was suddenly overcome with anger, and, imagining a harsh white beam, I mentally burned away the very shell in which my half-conscious mind was being tormented.
"What have you done, Lana?" came the indignant voices. "Don't!"
The spirits of the lower astral plane feared for their shells and began begging not to be executed for this.
"You're not as kind as we thought... You can't do this to us!"
"You're treating me terribly... and so many earthly women, dragging their souls down to the lower layers in their dreams for such vile entertainment... Don't do this to me again! I don't want to be your whore, men! Leave me alone! I don't need this at all!"
"It's a shame, Lana, it's a shame..." their voices rang out sadly. "So delicious... your Hattana is so desirable to us!"
"I can't help it!" ...I was truly disgusted, as a sensitive empath, to dive into dungeons filled with lustful inhabitants eager to devour the warm, tender energy of happiness. A heavy, depressing feeling weighs heavily on my heart, preventing me from experiencing the joy of existence that warms the soul on Earth, like inspiration... without which life seems empty and meaningless.
Hattana is a vital energy resource for a carefree and pleasant existence, so necessary for demons. Accumulating and preserving it for yourself is not so easy, especially in a gray and dull environment. Therefore, a conscious person should strive to live in comfortable conditions, filled with beauty in all forms and manifestations, with respectful and affectionate relationships with all living beings. This is how unconditional love accumulates during dense incarnation, preventing one from drowning in the hellish layers after leaving 3D.
— Don't live in suffering, people! Get away from it! — I wanted to tell everyone after my exploration of the astral worlds. — If you find it difficult to love someone, at least don't mock each other in earthly life, strive not to wish evil on anyone, no matter what happens, otherwise the afterlife awaits you in the deep, impenetrable layers of hell, where human decomposition sets in and consciousness dissipates into primitive forms of existence.
— Clearly, you don't intend to live in the 4D layer of Kamaloka, - Ray noted. — Then you need to rid yourself of your astral shell, otherwise men with their needs will drag you underground after this life, and you won't be able to escape their attention...
— I believe astral shells should decompose on their own if a person has experienced the death of desires in life... and then, if you remain in a flow of joy and positive pleasures after the transition to the 5D mental layer, consciousness will acquire a 7D Light Body for eternity in the Universe. And that's something completely different! Having had its fill of earthly life, the soul will be carried away…Maybe for another exciting adventure... Well, it's not bad here for now...
— Live in 3D for now, then. I'll wait for you in 5D on the surface of the Earth, and I don't have a Lightbody yet to go to other worlds.
— Because you need to become good, - I emphasized ironically. - I hope you can do it, Ray!