Each time I enter the AP (astral plane), I appear randomly; (it isn’t random because it is built upon where I am mentally and emotionally; and is dependent on what lessons I need to learn this time.) but random none-the-less.
I found the randomness amusing until it wasn’t. So, I created a place on the AP to call my own.
It is now a sprawling Greek Temple complex, with gardens and reflecting pools, statuary and lounging areas. This is where I start many of my AP journeys. It has grown over the decades.
The buildings and locale remain the same, however the grassy plains, that fill the center of the island, seem to change each visit: ancient oak forests one time; to prairie grasses swaying in the breeze, or formal gardens, or a patchwork quilt of flowerbeds or grape vines and orchards.
There is a feast hall, always laid out with food and drink. (cider) I don’t drink alcohol not even on the AP. Plush couches lining the walls, settees, thick fur rugs…
There is a hall of doors. These are quick portals to places I frequent. If you visit. Never go in the sixth door on the right.
The dome contains a planetarium, sort of. It is a miniature of our universe. I can choose where to be, and I am there.
One Temple building is for the gods with big egos, it houses massive chairs for the ones who choose not to “belittle” themselves and walk in human size.
Upon one of my journeys I appeared at my Temple and found several Greek gods and goddesses lounging around. And I thought “COOL! Who better to converse with than gods.”
I have had human travelers visit, but I did not ask for their name, should have I guess.