An Antarctic Entity
Created with Midjourney
February 22, 2022
The Dream
A series of images flashed rapidly before me:
The dried-up bottom of an old well located inside of a Scottish castle.
An airy, ancient temple carved into the side of a Tibetan cliff.
Water dripping rhythmically into a dark pool deep within a Amazonian cave.
A pyramid structure surrounded by crystal blue waters in the center of a cenote.
A sense of deep, unmistakable knowing filled my consciousness. These were energy centers upon our planet Earth and each of them held a magick all its own.
Magick is the name we give to that which is unexplainable by modern science and physics. We like to think it the stuff of fairy tales. We’ve been trained by society to pass over expressions of magick quickly whenever we encounter them, automatically assuming that someone has already proven a method for their existence or has “figured it out.” But that is too presumptuous of us—not everything can be explained.
I shifted into a different awareness. This time, a more linear, comprehensible string of events.
I was a woman but I wasn’t me, her soul was allowing me to see and experience this moment of her life. My (our) face felt cold. I brought my fingers to my cheeks and startled at the leathery texture before noticing the thick, fur-lined gloves upon my hands. Sinking into the awareness, I realized that I was decked out head-to-toe in gear designed for arctic survival and when I expanded the dream-vision beyond myself (or whoever I was in this existence) I took in the blindingly white tundra of what felt like Antarctica passing by below me.
Bits of information rapidly filtered into my perception.
I was sitting in the back of a helicopter next to a large black man who was holding a professional camera in his lap with a massive lens. He was humming a tune to himself while gazing out the window. I looked down at my feet and saw an array of equipment that I knew but didn’t know (the woman’s inner knowledge was present but I was unable to fully understand it). But, again, I felt a deep sense of knowing that we were going to do some aerial survey before picking up a couple of recently-extracted ice cores for research.
The woman held my consciousness gently and communicated through feeling that we were going to travel back in her memory just a bit to convey some details.
She showed me (us) that we had come from Rothera Research Station on Adelaide Island. We had flown in a cargo plane (most likely some sort of C-130) to the abandoned Lieutenant Arturo Parodi base just east of the Ellsworth Mountains. The blue-ice runway had been resurfaced recently with the discovery of a curious shape protruding from those mountains: a perfectly symmetrical pyramid.
Note: Such a pyramid actually exists. See this LiveScience article for more.
Screenshot from Google Maps, coordinates: -79.977403, -81.961300
Of course the public was led to believe this was a natural formation that just coincidentally took on the appearance of a pyramid but that didn’t stop the conspiracy theorists suggesting everything from ancient prehistoric civilizations, Atlantean legends, and constructions from visiting star people. The woman was glad they were curious because she was one of them, only, she was employed by a government that wanted its own, very quietly-sought, answers.
After multiple flyovers with radar, thermal imaging, and electromagnetic devices gathering data they had found a series of tunnels beneath the ice and snow surrounding the base of the pyramid. Curiously, an underground river ran directly from the Weddell Sea and under the Ronne Ice Shelf to the base of the pyramid. This, she knew, was unnatural.
But the more they learned about the area, the more curious it became. Batteries at full charge began to drain quickly for seemingly no reason, weather and terrain anomalies cropped up out of nowhere, and rumors began to emerge from the semi-permanent base crew that shadowy figures roamed between the tents at night. It was all quite eerie… and exciting for the woman.
She shifted her consciousness back to the present moment and brought me with her. Seeing through her eyes the pyramid came into view and, with it, a strange feeling tugging at the edge of my mind. Her companion, the photographer, quickly began snapping photos of the structure and the area surrounding it.
“Fuck,” he huffed under his breath, “the battery’s draining faster than I thought it would.”
He got off as many shots as possible along our descent, opened the door with a burst of freezing air just before landing, and continued snapping images as he unbuckled and practically ran from the craft in one fluid motion. The woman knew her phone battery was already dead. They’d need to be quick loading the cores.
Image of an ice core taken from a drill. Photo by Lonnie Thompson, Byrd Polar Research Center, Ohio State University.
Our boots hit the icy surface as the rotors continued to blow loose snow around them—we couldn’t risk turning off the craft, this was a turn-and-burn kind of trip. Two men in red jackets trudged through the chaotic scene carrying a long, insulated case between them—the cores. The woman grabbed her equipment and began taking measurements on the air… no… the energy in the air.
That was it. I recognized the strange feeling that tugged at the edge of my mind. It was the same type of essence I often encountered in my astral travel dreams (I was not yet experiencing full out-of-body episodes in 2022).
It was the energy of a conscious entity.
The entity was rather neutral with a tone of curiosity. It sensed that I was different from the other forms of consciousness in the bodies around me. It knew I was a visitor in awareness only. The entity pushed its energy outward towards mine, gently testing the boundaries of my own energetic bubble, curious to know me.
I had never encountered anything like it before and mimicked the entity, pushing my own energy outward towards it.
I tried to tangibly identify this new consciousness but there was no name, no shape, no sound that it gave to my think-feeling inquiries, only that it came from within the pyramid. It snaked what felt like a golden tendril of light towards me, easily penetrating any barriers and energetic boundaries that I thought I had before connecting directly to my heart space.
‘Hello,’ it thought/felt with elation. And then, ‘Goodbye.’
CLUNK!
My awareness snapped back into the woman’s visual perspective as the last container was loaded and the doors began to shut. She (we) climbed into the back which was now cramped with the two researchers in red jackets and the pilot hurriedly began to take off.
The dark clouds of a terrifying storm began to form directly over the pyramid in what looked like a behemoth of a cyclone. Then, the first twinge of real fear touched the woman’s heart and I pushed out of her body and pulled across the Earth.
I opened my eyes, my own physical eyes, and realized that I was safe in the darkness of my bedroom. I turned on the lamp, reached for my journal, and began recording.
