How to Channel Another Planet (Sister Style)

aka: The Weird Little Thing Astral and I Did That Probably Bent Time or Something

When we were younger, before eyeliner, before bruises, before either of us really knew what it meant to feel cursed Astral and I used to do this thing.

We’d sit together.
Just us. No music, no background noise, no distractions.
We’d hum.
That’s it.
One of us would start, and the other would try to match the sound exactly. Same pitch. Same frequency. Like trying to hold hands with noise.

Then we’d go higher.
And higher.
Almost to the edge of screaming.
Not loud. Not painful. Just… sharp. Focused.
Until the sound wasn’t two sounds anymore.
It bent. Warped. Folded over itself.
Almost like we weren’t in our bodies anymore. Like we’d tapped into something bigger than us.
Like we were vibrating between two worlds no one else could hear.

We didn’t tell anyone about it.
It wasn’t a game.
It wasn’t a joke.
It felt… important. Sacred, in the way only weird little girls surviving in their own heads can understand.

Sometimes I think we were channeling something.
Not ghosts. Not spirits.
Just a softer, stranger version of ourselves from another place.
Girls without bruises. Without bad dads. Without all the noise.
Girls who spoke through frequency instead of words.

Astral would always break it first.
Laugh.
Snort.
Roll her eyes.
“Okay, Let’s find some snacks!”

But I’d hold onto the sound a little longer.
Because it felt like home.
Like we weren’t just cursed little girls trying to survive.
Like we were connected to something bigger.
Like we belonged somewhere.

Maybe we were channeling.
Or maybe we were just trying to find something no one else could take away.

Either way, I still think about it sometimes.
The hum. The bend. The moment where two voices became one sound that didn’t belong to this world.

Currently: missing frequencies only we could hear.