Fallen From The Sky With Grace ✷

Nokhur Cemetery is located in the isolated village of Nokhur, Turkmenistan. The majority of the gravestones are adorned with the horns of a mountain goat. It is believed that they ward off evil spirits and guide the soul of the deceased into heaven.

can’t believe i am an incorporeal being and yet i am still being expected to learn linear algebra

hi myrha, would you mind sharing some of your past life memories? you don't have to if you don't want to ! i am just curious /gen /pos /lh

- kitty

hi kitty!! ty for asking! this is my first time actually writing out some of this so i hope it makes sense. i’m considering multiple kin types at the moment but ill focus on the two that i have strongest memories for. sorry this is so long i kind of just went off :’)

i have a lot of ghost memories and some of them kind of contradict each other, which makes me suspect i may have had multiple reincarnations as multiple spirits. or the same spirit has existed as an undead through multiple life cycles, if that makes sense?

i remember my name being Oliver at one point. the specifics of how Oliver died are hazy but i know it was violent and involved dying in a huge crowd of people, who all circled around me and were screaming, which made it all very unpleasant.

Oliver was really into radios and enjoyed messing with them in the afterlife, like manipulating the static and changing the channel when people weren’t watching. judging by the kind of things i remember hearing on the radio and how the radios themselves looked, i would guess this was somewhere around the 1940s. sometimes i listen to videos of radio static to fall asleep at night because it still relaxes me lol.

i also have memories of haunting a bookstore(? maybe school? or library? i just know there were lots of books). there was also a coffee shop either in that building or in the next building over, and i remember sitting next to this one specific potted plant in the coffee shop and eavesdropping on customers. those memories feel separate from Oliver, and i suspect it was several decades later. i’m still in the process of trying to nail down the specifics.

the OCkin thing started from really strong nostalgic feelings and visualizations I got while meditating, and this character Myrha and her life and her world just came to me very naturally. in that life/version of the universe i looked sort of like an elf, but we didn’t call ourselves elves or anything. we were basically just humans but we all had pointy ears lmao, we still slept like humans and had human life spans. this is why i sometimes tag stuff with “elfkin” though, the vibe is similar enough.

i sadly no longer speak the language that my people used but it sounded similar to old norse (i’ve been trying to develop a new version of the language that’s largely based on old norse, it’s a WIP tho). in my shitty approximated language, my home was called Rùn and i lived a few miles outside of a village called Sudifjoll. we had brutal winters and a monsoon season from early spring to late summer, so most of the time it was either snowing or raining.

that world had a whole pantheon of deities that i could go off about, but that should probably be a separate post. at one point i was ascended to the divine plane due to an unbelievably shitty series of events in which the gods were being assholes and trying to get me to solve their problems so they didn’t have to, but that would also need to be a whole other post if anyone is interested at all. that’s why i identify with divinekin as well, though.

i still remember a lot of people from that life and a lot of places, too many to list here because this is already quite long. but i try to meditate most nights and revisit Myrha’s world and connect with my past before i go to sleep. it helps me calm down and feel safe :)

sorry this was a lot but thank you to anyone who actually read all of this!! might make some more posts going into more specifics of Myrha’s world if anyone is curious, i clearly love to yap about it lol

Im havin such a hard time makin Therian & Otherkin friends, i have no idea who’s ok with messaging & inbox rambles & who isn’t!

So if you’re a Therian or Otherkin & you’re ok with critters invading your inbox and/or DMing you, reblog this post or drop a comment!

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