I don't seem to have any "memories" of Tartaria. In my dreams the lands I visit have a more futuristic vibe: modern, gravity-defying architecture, interesting patterns and color palettes, frictionless travel... But somehow, when I see images of Tartaria, a quiet, peaceful, tingle (like a cellular memory) rushes through my body. I wish I could remember.
The quiet, peaceful, tingle is the memory. Memory can take so many forms and not all memory is visual. To receive visual 'memories' or 'astral experiences' you have to ask and meditate. I found meditating on my crown woke up Tartarian 'memories' (Parallel Timeline experiences). They won't come like memories we have of this 'life' (aka our current Timeline). They may roll through us like scenes from a movie, or come in fleeting glimpses.
Futuristic places (which may not be from the "future" at all), don't really resonate with me, so I always think it curious when I visit them in my dreams. Tartarian elegance feels like it is just out of reach, but yet not unfamiliar.
Your 'futuristic' dreams do sound fascinating, and not unfamiliar either.
I think all we can really do is ask, and then let go. If it's meant for us, it will be; if not, it won't be. We'll be shown what we're meant to see, when we're meant to see it.
Funny that you say "are" there. That's precisely how I feel, as if I have to get back. There were blimps, and other craft, and wonder why I continue seeing this leather apron and a white shirt underneath. Everything about Tartaria makes me homesick. Thank you for reading my memory. I will continue to go there as you suggested.
I am also homesick for Tartaria. Yes - the leather apron and the white shirt! But those frequencies are still here, part of our Greater Being, and we can also start to return in stages. I'm going to finish this comment over on X as I think people need to understand this.
I was dressed in this beautiful long lace dress, with matching white gloves. I sensed my hair was pinned up, tendrils out, and as I moved, my dress rustled. I was walking towards an exquisite black and gold carriage. Someone extended their hand, and helped me to step up into the carriage. I recall it was dusk, and it was necessary for the carriage to be lit from within. I remember the elaborately carved windows and marvelled at how they mirrored one another. I believe the carriage was lit from within-- free energy, I suppose. I remember being so happy, so at peace, and somehow knew I smelled wonderful.
I don't seem to have any "memories" of Tartaria. In my dreams the lands I visit have a more futuristic vibe: modern, gravity-defying architecture, interesting patterns and color palettes, frictionless travel... But somehow, when I see images of Tartaria, a quiet, peaceful, tingle (like a cellular memory) rushes through my body. I wish I could remember.
Those sound like amazing dreams, Mela. Wow.
The quiet, peaceful, tingle is the memory. Memory can take so many forms and not all memory is visual. To receive visual 'memories' or 'astral experiences' you have to ask and meditate. I found meditating on my crown woke up Tartarian 'memories' (Parallel Timeline experiences). They won't come like memories we have of this 'life' (aka our current Timeline). They may roll through us like scenes from a movie, or come in fleeting glimpses.
Futuristic places (which may not be from the "future" at all), don't really resonate with me, so I always think it curious when I visit them in my dreams. Tartarian elegance feels like it is just out of reach, but yet not unfamiliar.
Thanks for the suggestions. I will certainly try!
Your 'futuristic' dreams do sound fascinating, and not unfamiliar either.
I think all we can really do is ask, and then let go. If it's meant for us, it will be; if not, it won't be. We'll be shown what we're meant to see, when we're meant to see it.
Funny that you say "are" there. That's precisely how I feel, as if I have to get back. There were blimps, and other craft, and wonder why I continue seeing this leather apron and a white shirt underneath. Everything about Tartaria makes me homesick. Thank you for reading my memory. I will continue to go there as you suggested.
I am also homesick for Tartaria. Yes - the leather apron and the white shirt! But those frequencies are still here, part of our Greater Being, and we can also start to return in stages. I'm going to finish this comment over on X as I think people need to understand this.
May I share with you my memory of Tartaria?
I was dressed in this beautiful long lace dress, with matching white gloves. I sensed my hair was pinned up, tendrils out, and as I moved, my dress rustled. I was walking towards an exquisite black and gold carriage. Someone extended their hand, and helped me to step up into the carriage. I recall it was dusk, and it was necessary for the carriage to be lit from within. I remember the elaborately carved windows and marvelled at how they mirrored one another. I believe the carriage was lit from within-- free energy, I suppose. I remember being so happy, so at peace, and somehow knew I smelled wonderful.
Wow, amazing! You capture it so evocatively - the peace, the elegance, the beauty. You were/are there! Thank you for sharing this. Profound!
Amazing. Thank you for reaching out, Jordon. I'm going to enjoy exploring your work, I can tell.