How do we start remembering?

In my home country, a person ought to be at least a hundred something to participate in the Children's Circle. (I think it has something to do with the number's ability to make contact with the moon?)

Sure, the blood rituals and manic howling make the Children's Circle SOUND as inclusive and family friendly as any other ancient location or event, but a lot of the regulations and participants contrast such a perception.

When given any say, I much prefer Underground Robot Fighting.

-CBuzz

Where shall I start... perhaps the Children's Circle, then? Yes, my time as a young psychic left me bubbling with adolescent excitement. And the songs, too--they were so bright and exciting! The good old days, I'd call it. I recall waiting exuberantly for the leaves to change from shades of lime to tawny yellow-brown. The best memories were made then, with so many fresh faces just as thrilled as I was. I'd prefer not to dwell on those times, however. I don't often look into the past.

Now, as for the incident with the Reality Machine? Well...

Ah, the grand ole' "Reality Accident." A bit melodramatic to call it that, isn't it? But yes, it was quite an event and remains so to this day. I recall waking up when it happened, being jarred awake by what I thought was just a nightmare. No, it was no night terror, but instead a very real and very tangible fear. I didn't understand at first, but then grew suspicious towards the states of matter in my pet turtle's tank--the water was changing phases over and over--and then I realized that my psychokinesis was acting up. I've had full control over it since I was twelve, even after and during nightmares. I knew then it had to be a more global issue. I have to admit that I did begin panicking--worried that I might activate my much more dangerous pyrokinesis--when I suddenly felt my wings take form in the first plane of existence, the non-psychic plane. This only fed my panic, and I quickly began contacting PsyHigh and more government-affiliated organizations for information. When I finally realized what was happening, it was quite the ordeal. I called my boyfriend and explained what was happening, only to find that he had been just as frantic as I was. Silly, right? And yet, I can't find it in me to be mad at the staff working on the machine. I almost enjoyed the change in pace, I suppose. Life becomes dull when you hide away everything for so long, and it sure does change things when non-physical entities start physically manifesting.

Anyways, I hope this suffices for my first journal entry. I really do hope this site provides some enrichment for my studies.

I think I remember a teacher from Children's Circle named Ms. Almond. She was always really nice, but I remember she'd molt and her feathers would get in my lunchbox.

With my time in the children's circle I had an interesting instructor, his name is Hygus.
It is quite the name; rarely found in this reality, and as a young indigo child I required extra-help on my verbal communication...

Fortunately, my instructor was experienced in dealing with my kind, and it was my first time on earth as well. He taught me to focus only one aspect of reality instead of entering the high-level perspective. Since I was so used to communicating in images and wide variety of universally efficient languages, it is equally hard to master the earth's vibrational communication. But me writing this is proof enough that it can be done :D

I'm havIng the most dIffIcult tIme rememberIng much from the ChIldren's CIrcle..

I do recall when we all came out of our RevIval Pods.. we danced about like wild faerIes for hours It felt lIke! We were so full of joy back then.. what has happened? It does seem that the days drag on lately.. Even the Instructors seem to drone through transfIguratIon, the spIrIts about the campus seem to fade wIth each comIng day. Oh, how I wIsh we could go back to the days of the ChIldren's CIrcle.. Not a care In thIs world or the next hundred thousand!

Does anyone else remember MIss MargeurIte? And her wonderful dragon's egg cakes?

I've never had good memory, but I know I went to Children's Circle. I can't remember when, why, or how, but I know I went. I wonder if there's anyone here that went to the same meta-facility as I did? Perhaps you'll remember our instructors name? I was the girl who walked into the void during a hiking trip. When I came out you all were setting up for lunch on a hilltop covered in red begonia. I was crying, although I can't remember why. Anyways, if that sounds familiar, please let me know. I want to know what happened.

Ah, Children's Circle. Takes one back, doesn't it? Some of my fondest memories are of those shadowy halls, strewn with leaves and twigs, smelling of peat, getting lost trying to find the loo. In England, the Children's Circle was run by the Forever Cabal, and Sinestra, the Almond-eyed Mother of the Night, was the head childminder. She staffed it with her pointy-eared minions, the Gobelin. Around issue #23 I believe. When I was there, Sinatra's sister, Sancia, the Snoozing Senorita from Spain, would come in for story time and of course we all fell asleep like bombs. But oh how we loved Sancia. So still, so perfect, lying in her protective glass coffin. I'm sure she hasn't aged a day

Children's Circle, one of my favorite times of the day. The girls braided each others hair while the boys laughed and ran around.. the teacher wasn't really paying attention today, I think something happened. well bye, journal.

I remember when in children's circle all the kids were telling a story about their families and I couldn't talk yet so I had to learn sign language so everyone could understand me. When it was my turn I tried to talk to see if I could and nothing came out but animal noises. All the kids picked on me for the rest of the day so I told my teacher Ms. Crackers by sign language that I needed to call my parents to see if they could pick me up because I had a appointment around 4:00 pm so she could excuse me for the rest of the day.