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alien soul
Feb. 16th, 2026 10:57 pmMy sister says that I was an alien from another planet in my past life. She says that, when I died my most recent death, my alien soul chose to reincarnate on Earth to “try it out.” She says that Earth is the worst place to reincarnate, that it has a terrible reputation among all the sentient souls, that it's a sort of “hell world” that sentient souls don't normally reincarnate on unless they’ve been punished or have something to prove.
What am I trying to prove, sister?
My sister says that, back in 2019, she went to a spirit medium who, for some reason, told her all this stuff about me. My sister says the spirit medium told her, “There is someone very close to you who is an alien soul.” And when my sister asked, “Who, who is the alien soul?” the spirit medium responded, “Wait, wait, hold on, the veil is thick tonight, but I see him, he’s tall, very tall, dark, a shadowy, dark figure, a skeptic, a soul who believes in nothing, wait, wait, just a moment, here he comes, the veil is thinning, dark, tall, distant, very distant, he wears a scowl, a deep scowl, he’s saying your name now, he’s close to you, maybe a cousin, a family member, a tall, dark family member.” And my sister goes, “That sounds like my brother, could it be my brother?” And then the spirit medium goes, “Ah yes, yes, that’s right, of course, it’s your brother, I see it clearly now, his previous form, from across the stars, a rare alien soul, he chose to be here, but he should not be here.” And that’s how my sister came to learn of my true origins.
So of course she’s dead now. I had to zap her with my ray gun. Some things just should not be known by earthlings. We Zeta Reticulans, or Grays as the humans like to call us, have many secrets, many schemes and machinations that, if the powerful elite on Earth were to learn of them, would lead to all sorts of trouble. What do you think happened to JFK?
Although, if I’m being serious, who knows what I was before I was a Zeta Reticulan. I could have been a fish, or a dragonfly, or a COVID-19. Those who don’t believe in reincarnation often say things like, “It doesn’t make sense: if you die, you would have to instantly be replaced by a new baby, and there are not enough humans on Earth at any given moment to sustain constant reincarnation like this; the math doesn’t work.” And maybe they would be right, if humans only reincarnated into other humans. But according to my sister and various spirit mediums, those non-believers are wrong, because what they don’t know is that anything can reincarnate into anything else, anywhere. Case in point: me, once a Zeta Reticulan born on Glorp-7, now a human born on Earth. Across the universe, there are infinite vessels to inhabit. What these non-believers also don’t know, according to my sister and various spirit mediums, is that you could die tomorrow but be reincarnated on the same planet 500 years later, meaning the soul does not adhere to the numbers on your wristwatch. Apparently, there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in the non-believer’s philosophy.
My sister, I’ll call her T, she’s very big into this spirit medium stuff. This is how she knows so much about reincarnation and the soul. She’s been to see a spirit medium many times. It all started about fifteen, twenty years ago, when her boyfriend died. I’ll call him B. My sister gets obsessed with men, gravitates toward them, makes them her world. Although she doesn’t completely give herself up to them, she likes to exert control, gently manipulate, subtly dominate them, but in doing this, she becomes entirely dependent on them in a weird way. And she was entirely dependent on B.
B was a nice, charismatic guy, and he treated his girl “like a princess,” per his own words, but he was also a thief and drug dealer who stole money not only from me but also from everyone else in my family. One time, this was back when I was a young alien soul of about seventeen or so, I made the rookie mistake of showing him where in my bedroom I kept my money for some reason, and of course the next week that money was gone. I knew it was him but never confronted him about it. What’s an alien soul to do with money, anyhow?
But like I said, T and B didn’t just steal stuff from me but also from everyone else in my family. They once lived with my aunt and, after about a month of living with my aunt, they stole all of her jewelry and sold it to different pawn shops all across the county for drug money, I presume.
Although, back then, my alien soul didn’t understand why my sister and B did this, and I barely even understand it now, surely they knew they couldn’t hide this from my aunt for very long. Surely they knew that my aunt would notice her jewellery was missing. Was the short-term desire to get high really so powerful that it overrode all basic sense? Perhaps this is a stupid question. If I’ve learned anything from my time here on Earth, it’s that human souls are so racked with crippling addictions, insatiable desires, and harmful compulsions that, when observed without context, their behavior seems absolutely fucking nonsensical and insane. Fortunately, we Zeta Reticulans don’t have to worry about any of that; we just desire gold to wire our spaceships.
Anyway, T and B tried to be sneaky about it, selling individual pieces of jewelry here and there every few weeks to avoid my aunt noticing her entire jewelry cabinet was suddenly empty. But my aunt’s no idiot, so of course she very quickly noticed her stuff was missing and just as quickly figured out who was behind it, because who else would be behind it if not the drug-addicted family members living in the spare bedroom? My aunt confronted T and B, and they eventually admitted their crimes, but they didn’t have the money anymore, as they had already spent it all on drugs, meaning my aunt had to buy back the jewelry from the pawn shops herself, with her own money. So she bought back the stuff that was sentimental to her, leaving the rest behind. And then, of course, she kicked out T and B and didn’t speak to them again for a very long, long time.
It was over ten years before she spoke to T again, and it would be an eternity before she ever spoke to B again, because, well, he’s dead now.
Just a few months after the whole jewelry incident, B was driving while high on Xanax. He crashed into a school bus. The school bus was full of kids. B died instantly. Thankfully, none of the kids were harmed. The whole thing made it into the local paper.
That’s how T got into spirit mediums. B was the love of her life, supposedly, and died in a car crash, and this broke her in more ways than one. Before the crash, T was a lost soul, clinging to whatever man stole her heart; after the crash, she’s still a lost soul, but now, instead of men, she clings to crystals and witchcraft and spirit mediums. This sounds like harsh judgement, but it’s just the facts.
Sometimes T will talk to B’s soul through a spirit medium. B, through the medium, will tell T that he misses her, that they’ll be together again soon one day, and this makes T cry. She cries for a long time after these sessions. She calls me afterward sometimes and cries. I am a skeptic, but on these calls I try to be understanding. I try to cheer her up, but for some reason the skeptic always ends up coming out. I tell her to stop going to the spirit mediums, that they are taking advantage of her, that they deal in death, peddle false hopes and lies, and they make her feel worse so that she will keep coming back, keep coming back to talk to B, who is not actually talking to her at all, because he’s dead, dead and gone.
And after these calls, I feel bad. So now, when she calls, I just don’t say anything at all.
My sister says that I don’t understand. She says that I am an alien soul and that I have a hard time feeling human emotions and that I lack human empathy. She says all alien souls lack human empathy and have a hard time feeling human emotions. She says the spirit medium told her this. I try to tell her this is not true, but she doesn’t believe me.
But one time she told me that she wished she was an alien soul.
So I asked her, “If alien souls can’t feel human emotion, why would you want to be an alien soul?”
And she said, “Isn’t it obvious?”
She says that Earth is the worst place to reincarnate to, that it’s a hell world. She says that no sentient soul chooses to reincarnate here, but says that the spirit medium told her something like, “Some souls have to reincarnate here as a punishment; others, at a certain point in the cycle, can choose where they want to be reborn, and those souls, those that can choose, almost never choose Earth, and those that do, they have something to prove.”
T says that she must have been punished, because she has nothing to prove.
But she says that I do, that I have something to prove. She says that I am an alien soul, that I chose to reincarnate here on Earth just to prove to the other souls that I could do it, that I could endure it, so that I could say Earth wasn’t so bad, so that I could hold my head high and say that I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. She says this is something I would do, that it fits my personality.
She's wrong.
What am I trying to prove, sister?
My sister says that, back in 2019, she went to a spirit medium who, for some reason, told her all this stuff about me. My sister says the spirit medium told her, “There is someone very close to you who is an alien soul.” And when my sister asked, “Who, who is the alien soul?” the spirit medium responded, “Wait, wait, hold on, the veil is thick tonight, but I see him, he’s tall, very tall, dark, a shadowy, dark figure, a skeptic, a soul who believes in nothing, wait, wait, just a moment, here he comes, the veil is thinning, dark, tall, distant, very distant, he wears a scowl, a deep scowl, he’s saying your name now, he’s close to you, maybe a cousin, a family member, a tall, dark family member.” And my sister goes, “That sounds like my brother, could it be my brother?” And then the spirit medium goes, “Ah yes, yes, that’s right, of course, it’s your brother, I see it clearly now, his previous form, from across the stars, a rare alien soul, he chose to be here, but he should not be here.” And that’s how my sister came to learn of my true origins.
So of course she’s dead now. I had to zap her with my ray gun. Some things just should not be known by earthlings. We Zeta Reticulans, or Grays as the humans like to call us, have many secrets, many schemes and machinations that, if the powerful elite on Earth were to learn of them, would lead to all sorts of trouble. What do you think happened to JFK?
Although, if I’m being serious, who knows what I was before I was a Zeta Reticulan. I could have been a fish, or a dragonfly, or a COVID-19. Those who don’t believe in reincarnation often say things like, “It doesn’t make sense: if you die, you would have to instantly be replaced by a new baby, and there are not enough humans on Earth at any given moment to sustain constant reincarnation like this; the math doesn’t work.” And maybe they would be right, if humans only reincarnated into other humans. But according to my sister and various spirit mediums, those non-believers are wrong, because what they don’t know is that anything can reincarnate into anything else, anywhere. Case in point: me, once a Zeta Reticulan born on Glorp-7, now a human born on Earth. Across the universe, there are infinite vessels to inhabit. What these non-believers also don’t know, according to my sister and various spirit mediums, is that you could die tomorrow but be reincarnated on the same planet 500 years later, meaning the soul does not adhere to the numbers on your wristwatch. Apparently, there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in the non-believer’s philosophy.
My sister, I’ll call her T, she’s very big into this spirit medium stuff. This is how she knows so much about reincarnation and the soul. She’s been to see a spirit medium many times. It all started about fifteen, twenty years ago, when her boyfriend died. I’ll call him B. My sister gets obsessed with men, gravitates toward them, makes them her world. Although she doesn’t completely give herself up to them, she likes to exert control, gently manipulate, subtly dominate them, but in doing this, she becomes entirely dependent on them in a weird way. And she was entirely dependent on B.
B was a nice, charismatic guy, and he treated his girl “like a princess,” per his own words, but he was also a thief and drug dealer who stole money not only from me but also from everyone else in my family. One time, this was back when I was a young alien soul of about seventeen or so, I made the rookie mistake of showing him where in my bedroom I kept my money for some reason, and of course the next week that money was gone. I knew it was him but never confronted him about it. What’s an alien soul to do with money, anyhow?
But like I said, T and B didn’t just steal stuff from me but also from everyone else in my family. They once lived with my aunt and, after about a month of living with my aunt, they stole all of her jewelry and sold it to different pawn shops all across the county for drug money, I presume.
Although, back then, my alien soul didn’t understand why my sister and B did this, and I barely even understand it now, surely they knew they couldn’t hide this from my aunt for very long. Surely they knew that my aunt would notice her jewellery was missing. Was the short-term desire to get high really so powerful that it overrode all basic sense? Perhaps this is a stupid question. If I’ve learned anything from my time here on Earth, it’s that human souls are so racked with crippling addictions, insatiable desires, and harmful compulsions that, when observed without context, their behavior seems absolutely fucking nonsensical and insane. Fortunately, we Zeta Reticulans don’t have to worry about any of that; we just desire gold to wire our spaceships.
Anyway, T and B tried to be sneaky about it, selling individual pieces of jewelry here and there every few weeks to avoid my aunt noticing her entire jewelry cabinet was suddenly empty. But my aunt’s no idiot, so of course she very quickly noticed her stuff was missing and just as quickly figured out who was behind it, because who else would be behind it if not the drug-addicted family members living in the spare bedroom? My aunt confronted T and B, and they eventually admitted their crimes, but they didn’t have the money anymore, as they had already spent it all on drugs, meaning my aunt had to buy back the jewelry from the pawn shops herself, with her own money. So she bought back the stuff that was sentimental to her, leaving the rest behind. And then, of course, she kicked out T and B and didn’t speak to them again for a very long, long time.
It was over ten years before she spoke to T again, and it would be an eternity before she ever spoke to B again, because, well, he’s dead now.
Just a few months after the whole jewelry incident, B was driving while high on Xanax. He crashed into a school bus. The school bus was full of kids. B died instantly. Thankfully, none of the kids were harmed. The whole thing made it into the local paper.
That’s how T got into spirit mediums. B was the love of her life, supposedly, and died in a car crash, and this broke her in more ways than one. Before the crash, T was a lost soul, clinging to whatever man stole her heart; after the crash, she’s still a lost soul, but now, instead of men, she clings to crystals and witchcraft and spirit mediums. This sounds like harsh judgement, but it’s just the facts.
Sometimes T will talk to B’s soul through a spirit medium. B, through the medium, will tell T that he misses her, that they’ll be together again soon one day, and this makes T cry. She cries for a long time after these sessions. She calls me afterward sometimes and cries. I am a skeptic, but on these calls I try to be understanding. I try to cheer her up, but for some reason the skeptic always ends up coming out. I tell her to stop going to the spirit mediums, that they are taking advantage of her, that they deal in death, peddle false hopes and lies, and they make her feel worse so that she will keep coming back, keep coming back to talk to B, who is not actually talking to her at all, because he’s dead, dead and gone.
And after these calls, I feel bad. So now, when she calls, I just don’t say anything at all.
My sister says that I don’t understand. She says that I am an alien soul and that I have a hard time feeling human emotions and that I lack human empathy. She says all alien souls lack human empathy and have a hard time feeling human emotions. She says the spirit medium told her this. I try to tell her this is not true, but she doesn’t believe me.
But one time she told me that she wished she was an alien soul.
So I asked her, “If alien souls can’t feel human emotion, why would you want to be an alien soul?”
And she said, “Isn’t it obvious?”
She says that Earth is the worst place to reincarnate to, that it’s a hell world. She says that no sentient soul chooses to reincarnate here, but says that the spirit medium told her something like, “Some souls have to reincarnate here as a punishment; others, at a certain point in the cycle, can choose where they want to be reborn, and those souls, those that can choose, almost never choose Earth, and those that do, they have something to prove.”
T says that she must have been punished, because she has nothing to prove.
But she says that I do, that I have something to prove. She says that I am an alien soul, that I chose to reincarnate here on Earth just to prove to the other souls that I could do it, that I could endure it, so that I could say Earth wasn’t so bad, so that I could hold my head high and say that I didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. She says this is something I would do, that it fits my personality.
She's wrong.
