A View from the Other Side

Observations from the winged dude next door.

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We Are the New Gods

Read American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Then read my blog. Then think about how those two things intersect.

Where do we come from? Where do we go?

Where are we continuing to come from? The old places? The new places? Both?

Yes, both.

God wears a lot of faces. Sometimes it’s a fox or a bird. Sometimes it’s a man or woman. Sometimes it’s a woman with a lion head or a man with bird wings. Sometimes it’s a story that’s new but old at the same time. The hero’s journey with a new face. The actor living out someone else’s life, the piece of God wearing the face of an actor in order to get through the noise and be heard so the message isn’t lost.

Listen. Watch. Pay attention. When you hear it, you’ll know. But you have to be quiet and listen.

You may be surprised what you hear.

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The Gregori Watchers and “Fallen” Angels

I’ve been seeing some misinformation about a particular type of angel, the Gregori, or The Watchers. As much as I hate categories… I’m in that category. So I’d like to lend some insight on that.

It looks like the trouble started with the Book of Enoch. That’s one of the things that’s so frustrating about religion, and Judeo-Christianity in particular, is that believers are still reading 2000 year old texts as the absolute truth. Reminder: Context matters. A lot. This is one guy’s opinion from about 300 BC when people didn’t even know that the earth was round or what causes lightning. And it’s from one person. It could be the Gospel According to Pat Robertson for all people know.

However, he does seem to get some stuff right. There were a number of angels who decided to check out what human life on Earth was like. Correct. What’s not correct is the whole “fallen” thing. They were not kicked out of heaven, it was by choice to better understand humanity. They didn’t suddenly become evil, it says right there how they taught humankind about things like agriculture, metallurgy, astronomy, and the arts. Yes, there probably was sex going on, because that’s part of the human experience, which should be a whole other blog post in part because of what happens to the mind during orgasm. But… tangent.

So anyway… The Watchers. What better way to watch, and to watch over humans, than to live among humans? Unseen and undetected for the most part. Using the Internet, TV, and other giant megaphones  to reach out and teach people about things. Hi. That would be me doing this right now as you read this. We’re around, more than you realize. We look like anybody. You may have met me and never even known it.

Go back and check out some of my older posts that talk about what a gift a physical existence is. Why an angel would want to experience that. There’s a lot of reasons. Some of them selfish, but some of them for everybody’s benefit, including the Source that wants and needs to understand what you’re going through, the good and the bad, completely and fully.

Tree, Branch, Leaf

As I think I’ve described here (or maybe not, I don’t remember), my brother and I are cut from the same cloth. Literally. Like we’re both split from the same soul. One person, two fates. Twins separated by circumstance.

A few weeks ago I found out something about us that I was only just now ready to hear: Who we were before coming here to the paint factory, before the face and name we have now. We finally have a name for the guy we were. So many things about us suddenly make perfect sense… things that seemed a little random, or that we had figured out the “what” of, but not the “why.” Now we know why.

But I got to thinking… people still call on this guy, but we don’t hear or feel it. So how can we be that guy?

I finally went to ask Michael, and for the first time, he wasn’t there. Nothing. A gray wall. Blank.

What?

This was so strange, because Michael has always been right there for me when I have a question. I almost never go to see him, though. Only when I really need to. And I needed the answer to this mystery, which was making me question the reality of this connection.

Then I thought to myself… Michael’s busy. He’s got thousands, maybe millions, of people asking him for stuff on a daily basis. But how does he do it? And why can’t he do the same for me now?

Then I got it. They’re all Michael. He can be in literally a million places at once, but they’re all still Michael. At the core, at the trunk of the tree, is Saint Michael the archangel… and what people talk to and see are branches… splits… like me and my brother… but at the core we’re the same soul.

Then he showed up with a smile on his face. Smartass. Yes, I answered my own question, but it took his absence to get me thinking. Well played.

So yeah, my brother and I are two branches, or maybe leaves, on a very large tree. He and I share a lot of feelings and thoughts, but we’re not completely identical, and we have separate and complimentary qualities too, like two kinds of leaves on the same tree. Go back far enough, and we’re the same branch. Still the same tree. One soul, two expressions of it.

I look back down the branch to the big guy that we came from, and it’s reassuring, and a source of power too. I know what we’re supposed to do, or I have a better idea of it, anyway. I know where our strengths are instead of using the “throw it at the wall and see if it sticks” method of figuring out what we do best. A waste of everyone’s time, and I’m glad that’s done. I’ll still experiment (just try and stop me, because it can be fun, no lie), but now I know why pushing a storm away works a hell of a lot better than trying to make the snow stop coming down, for example.

I wonder how many other branches there are.

What’s In a Name?

Here’s another question from my email:

“Do we have names on the other side and if so do we choose them? Are there soul names?”

Names are things people call us. We don’t usually choose them. When you’re born, your parents picked out one they liked and just started calling you that. They identify us as individuals.

We call the warrior archangel “Michael,” which is pronounced “Mikh-ay-el” and means “who is like God.” But he didn’t name himself. That’s the name that’s followed him through time. Nobody’s sure who named him. Maybe God, maybe another angel.

Do we have names on the other side? It depends. If you’re Michael, you don’t have other names because you don’t have other lifetimes. People need to call you the same thing, because you’re the same being. If you believe in reincarnation and you’ve been here (earth) a thousand times, you need to be called something while you’re here, and you don’t usually choose that name (unless you change it yourself when you’re older).

Anyway, this all gets into the details of reincarnation and how much of “you” carries over from one life to the next, which is actually a little bit different for everyone, depending on what they need. “You” come from the cosmic soup of the Source, and it’s hard to name spoonfuls of soup.

Advice from Uriel

Been an interesting week. Uriel showed up while my brother was asking Michael something and said this about hardships in life:

“If you gain a useful lesson from what’s happened, then take it to heart and learn from it. If what you take away from a situation is self-hatred and hopelessness, or if it otherwise causes you damage, destroy it.”

This is slightly out of context, but I’m not going into detail about what the situation was. If you need more information, contact me privately.

The Non-Hierarchy of Angels

I’ve been asked to talk about the hierarchy of angels, if there is one. Well… keep in mind that this is just what I know about it from my experiences, and others may experience other things. I’m not omniscient, I just work here—I don’t get shown everything.

There kind of isn’t one… and there kind of is.

Throw out that stupid thing some bored priests came up with however many hundreds of years ago. The “nine choirs” or whatever they call it. People need to put labels on things and put them in neat little boxes, that’s all that is.

It’s more like “power levels” than some kind of tidy filing cabinet drawers. There’s somebody like me, who hangs out on Earth with you guys, helping people, walking around in meatsuits sometimes, usually invisible but around more than you realize. There’s probably millions of us, with different names in different cultures. Angels, devas, guardians, guides, djab lwa, whatever label you like best.

Then there’s bigger guys, and I literally mean bigger. Like I only barely come up to their chest, and they’re a lot more powerful and closer to the Source. From this level up, I never get to see their faces. Often they won’t even let me look or give any indication of identity beyond general features and sometimes gender. I have no idea if this group has a specific name, they just “are,” and there’s a lot of them. Tens of thousands, maybe.

The archangels fall somewhere in there, but they’re interesting because sometimes they can walk beside you like a human, and sometimes they’re even more powerful and badass than the big guys I just mentioned. They’re a lot like the major vodou lwa, or the different gods of different places like Thor and Brigid and… whoever else. I’m not up on world mythology much, sorry.

Then there’s the ones that are right next to the Source. They’re so close that they almost never directly contact human beings and are pretty much made of Light. I capitalize Light here so you know it’s not the same kind of light as when you turn on a lamp. This is The Light, like the energy and power and love of what most people would call God. I prefer “the Source” over the word “God” because it’s the thing that just is, without the boxes religion tries to put on it. You can’t ever put this in a box, you can’t ever give it a name. It’s… impossible to describe, really.

So I guess there’s four major kinds of angels that I know of? And “angels” is just another convenient label too. We don’t all have wings, we aren’t all white people, we’re not all inside the Judeo-Christian thing. Do me a favor and bust out of those boxes. They’re too small to ever hold all this.

Sometimes I Feel Like a Book, Sometimes I Don’t

I’ve gotten a few books over the past few years, and looked at some of hers too. Some of this stuff is really interesting, but a lot of it… well, the more of it I read the more I find myself saying “That’s obvious,” or “I already do that,” or even “I could have written this book myself.” I also say things like “What kind of bullshit is this?”

I keep thinking “I should get a book about that,” but why? I mean… I can just go find these things out if I know where to look. The kinds of books that are helpful are straight up reference books that I can look things up in, like the name of a particular being, or how they interact with others, or how they’re connected to the things I’m looking for or seeing.

I’m not omniscient. I don’t know everything, a lot of old knowledge was stripped out for the sake of my current situation, and I don’t have access to everything even when I go looking. I’ve been turned away from information, and blocked from touching things by bigger things than me. It’s not my purpose or my place, and I’m fine with that. Of course, I’m curious, and I’d like to know, but I’m not so curious that I’ll cause problems about it.

What I can do is explore the areas I’m allowed to explore. Sometimes that involves looking things up in books, and sometimes it involves actually going out and finding the truth myself.

Realizing that most of my readers are physical people in meat bodies, here’s my advice. If you have a guide you work with, ask him/her/them go out and explore the thing you’re wanting to know about, and then listen when they report back to you. Don’t try to “interpret” or second-guess the information you get, your job is to take this as pure, raw data, no matter what it sounds like, no matter how it fits in with your expectations, and write it down as you receive it. That way you can’t change it to suit what you want to hear, you have to deal with the information as it comes.The other thing is that books are fine, but they’re not all there is.

Trust original sources, scholarly sources. Don’t trust the popular writer of the year just because they’re popular. Popularity is completely meaningless when it comes to factual data. Go out yourself and go look for the rare books, the source documents, the researchers. Go to the museums and look at things yourself. Trust what your guides and personal intuition tell you when you’re two feet away from an artifact. Trust your gut when you read these books, and if something feels wrong to you, check the source material. Ask your guides to help. Check your preconceived notions and your ego. Look at the facts, wherever they come from.

Mars, Saturn, and Hard Choices

The language is too flowery for my taste, but this is really insightful:

The Alchemy of Iron and Lead

“Obsession upon the negative often masquerades as the courage to confront the heavy truth.  Yet it is as a limited a perspective as puerile positivity.  Together Mars and Saturn reveal the worst that this world has to offer.  It is truth, but it is by no means the whole truth. 

“In addition to shining a spotlight on the hardest and sharpest facets of incarnation, Mars and Saturn also give birth to virtues which would not otherwise arise.

“When difficulty comes, when choices narrow, it can be said that we find ourselves in the rough embrace of Necessity.  When options are plentiful, and the store of grain abundant, we are diffuse, like the light of a gentle afternoon Sun over a meadow.

“Yet when dark clouds gather and the storm breaks, those sweet rays are not enough to pierce the gloom.  It becomes necessary to focus our light, to turn our lamps into swords of light.

“So make use of the winged messengers ability to rise above and survey difficult situations, to find strategies, cures and transmutations obscure in the moment’s hellish fog.”

This “Extra Soul” Thing Isn’t New

“It is the shaman, however, that is the true master of the spirit world. The shaman is chosen by the spirits at birth and an extra soul called an udha enters them. This soul helps them gather other spirit helpers that protect the shaman.”

Read more: What Is Shamanism

“As stated earlier, the spirit and physical worlds are not really separated since they touch in many places. Shamans normally have a large set of ongons that house their helper spirits; in fact, the shaman costume itself is like an ongon of the shaman’s udha spirit. Since most ongon spirits have lived as humans or animals in the past, they are believed to have human like emotions and memories, and so they are treated with respect. Many of the ongon spirits were real historical persons and the cult of honoring them usually spread from their own families or villages to other areas over time, as people came to understand what their special powers were.”

Read more: When Worlds Touch

Music Angels as the Voice of God

“If,” says Geoffrey Hodson, “you would appeal to the gods of Music, you must rise to those levels of the Self where creative energy, creative power, is stored; for the Angels of Music are but the embodiments of the creative Word of God, the expressions of His Voice. When He speaks, a mighty burst of Son springs from their hearts and pours its resonance throughout the graded order of their race.

“Their song goes forth like a mighty tidal wave, wave upon wave of glory as order after order answers to the Word. Glowing with the colour of their song, they live in worlds of Light and Sound, they are the expression of cosmic hues and tones within the limits of their universe.

“The Mission of the Music angels is to bear this radiance of a million prisms, this surging of a million planets, downwards to the ears of men, outwards into material worlds, that even tree and plant and mole beneath the earth may hear the Voice of God, and hearing it obey. In the kingdom of Man the splendours of that rainbow-hued world pass downwards to the lesser self, and there hover, that the lower self may eventually hear, and thus establish that Harmony within which is Health.”

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