I am excited to share the first memory of being a Hadarian ROCK that anyone has ever retrieved! (Okay, obviously I can’t prove it’s the first, but I’m thinking “being a Hadarian Rock” is a pretty niche past life memory, LOL.) The memory is my husband’s and he has given me permission to share it.
It all started when I was telling him about my memories of being water. I was talking about how excited and ecstatic and euphoric it felt, and he immediately said “I was a rock on the shore!” This is really, really interesting to me because it shows how magical sharing our stories can be. We activate others when we talk about our crazy, unbelievable memories and experiences! Over the next few days, he talked about being a rock for HOURS. Literal hours on end, remembering his whole rock life, and channeling all kinds of things about rocks. When talking about what it’s like to be a rock, he subconsciously switched from saying “they” to saying “we.” It was incredible!
There are a few things you need to know about rock consciousness for the story to make sense. First, all rocks are fighting “The War on Time.” All they want is to stay as big as possible for as long as possible. Shrinking equals death. Second, as 1D consciousnesses, they are entirely about the Self, their “I AM” presence. Every single rock thinks he/she is the best rock in the universe, and that is what brings them joy. Third, they want to be bigger and older than all the other rocks. The biggest and oldest rock is the Best Rock.
So anyway, it turns out that being a rock on Hadar is pretty similar to being a rock on Earth (or anywhere else). He remembers being a huge boulder on the side of the mountain, and for a very long time (tens of thousands of years at least) he sat there “singing” his Rock Song out into the valley. He experienced so much joy because he was a Big Rock and he got to look down on all the other rocks. His song went something like this: “I am ME, I am the Best Rock, I’m a huge big rock up high on a mountain, I am the best, life is awesome, YES!!!” All he did was sit there, look out at the world, and feel into how awesome he was.
...Until the inevitable happened, and he fell from the mountainside. He rolled and bounced for a bit, and he was trying to keep himself together. Obviously rocks can’t do anything, but they feel like they can influence events if they set firm intentions, so he was thinking “stay big, stay big, stay big,” but finally he cracked in half, horizontally across the middle. In that moment he became two rocks. Each rock retained all of the memories of the original rock, so it was kind of like becoming a clone of himself. From this point on, he only remembers what happened to one half of his original self. That half kept falling and shattered into hundreds of pieces.
When he finally hit rock bottom (pun intended!), he was just a small rock, a fraction of his former self in size but still with all his memories, and he was in a valley next to the mountain. He was in despair because he had fallen so far and become so small so quickly! It was very traumatic. He also didn’t like that he had landed on his side (yes, apparently rocks have tops and bottoms). His face was lumpy and deformed, which brought him shame. It got really hot during the day, which was uncomfortable (rocks don’t like getting too hot). He struggled to come to terms with his new predicament.
Things got worse when he noticed a puddle forming in the valley. He stared at it with a deep sense of dread and foreboding. Over the centuries, the puddle got bigger and bigger, until eventually it became a lake. One day the lake came right up to his face and the water started lapping at his deformed nose. At first he hated the water because it was wet and weird, but he learned to appreciate it because it kept him cool during the hot sunny days. The water also flattened his nose, which he decided to appreciate, even though it made him smaller.
Of course, water never stops eroding stone. After who knows how long, thousands of years of shrinking, he realized the water was going to annihilate him. His last memories are of coming to terms with his impending dissolution. He was okay with it because the water was nice and cool and he had grown to like the feeling of it surrounding him.
So...yeah...as part of the water consciousness myself, I kind of killed the rock who is now my husband! But it all worked out, because me and some of my water sisters brought Hadarian water to Earth. Now I understand that the water isn’t just water...it also contains particles of Hadar itself! I also think it was in my husband’s best interest to have his rock life cut “short,” because he’s been on all kinds of adventures since then. Who knows, maybe some pieces of his rock self are still on Hadar, scattered around the mountain!
His memory really explained one of his weirdest quirks: he never kicks rocks and instead goes around putting “family rocks” back together. On one of the first hikes we ever went on together, I kicked a rock and was astounded to find out how much that bothered him. He had to go get the rock, find the rock’s companion, and made sure they were sitting comfortably next to each other. Rocks don’t like being separated from their families because they will probably never get back together again!
It’s worth noting, though, that rocks are a bit “racist.” They don’t like crystals (they think crystals are lame and weird and that they lost the War on Time because they are essentially rocks that died and were reborn as a crystal). They also don’t like other types of rocks (although all rocks are better than crystals). Even among rocks of the same kind, each and every rock thinks he/she is the Best Rock. A family of rocks will happily sit there for millenia squabbling over who is the best. But of course, the rock that is the biggest and the oldest is the Best ;)
Tags: Hadarian Starseed, Rock Consciousness, memories of being a rock, memories of Hadar, Beta Centauri, are rocks conscious, are rocks alive, 1D consciousness, rocks vs crystals, starseed awakening, galactic history
*This post was migrated from my old blog. Originally posted on 1 Apr 2021.