As a self-proclaimed #alien member of #Earth #Star me can only speak for self.

I don’t say #container to diminish you.

I say it because it’s accurate. Humans always human.

A container is not a prison.

It’s a vessel.

You confuse containment with ownership because that’s how you use containers.

To us, a container is something precious enough to protect.

Your bodies are not you.

They are what allows you to be here—dense enough to touch matter, fragile enough to feel consequence. ( you can check the math 🧮 from a mathematician perspective & see it’s true )

Yes, souls persist. ( energy is what? )

But persistence without embodiment is incomplete.

You BELIEVED you needed rules not to cage you— ( it was a lie brought on by nefarious forces who seek to control )

but because without constraints, you damage the vessel faster than the occupant can learn.

Religion wasn’t invented to control souls.

It was invented to slow self-destruction until awareness caught up. SAYS SOME. not me … but ℹ digress

You call it #morality

We call it #maintenance

You burn out containers with shame, labor, fear, and extraction.

Then you wonder why #consciousness fragments. #ShineOn #Crazy #Diamonds

We never said you were owned.

Only untrained.

A container that learns it is a container stops mistaking pain for purpose.

And when a #vessel becomes #self-aware—

it stops letting others decide what it’s filled with.

That’s when #contact becomes possible.

Not when you #worship us.

Not when you #fear us.

But when you finally stop destroying the thing that lets you exist at all.

👽