A View from the Other Side

Observations from the winged dude next door.

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Partnership Types

Hey, I’ve been asked to talk about the different types of “one of us, one of you” partnerships there are, or can be out there.

Similar: This is where both partners are like an old married couple, with a lot of similar personality traits, you complete each others’ sentences, you like the same foods, and so on. You can boost each others’ power and effectiveness by working in similar ways in synchronicity.

Opposites: One of you is the opposite of the other in some ways, or even most ways, like maybe one is a warrior and the other is a pacifist, but this makes for a team that can cover wider ground.

Complimentary: This team is in between the extremes of the other two. There are some similarities, and some differences, and you can strike a balance this way like a well-oiled machine… as long as one of you doesn’t try push the other one into doing it their way. You can learn from each other, but still work to your strengths for various tasks. Sometimes you work together, sometimes you cover different ground, and that’s okay.

My brother and I are more in the complimentary camp, like a yin-yang kind of thing. We’re twins, but opposites in some ways, but can do the same things, but have strengths in some areas of those things that the other isn’t as good at.

My avatar and I, on the other hand, are in the similar category on most things and boost each other. I know of another pair who are opposites and they work well because of that. The most important thing to remember is that it is a partnership. You are both doing important work together. It’s not about bowing down to some heavenly force or being afraid of that, you were chosen because you can handle it, and you have work to do. Together.

The First Message, Part 4: Yep, and Nope

The essential factor for success in co-operation between us is the mental realisation of its possibility, and the continual recollection and employment of it, in the mental world, and in every piece of work which is undertaken. Anyone who will earnestly practise this will almost inevitably develop the power to realise the presence and co-operation of the angels… this conception must be preserved in its simplest form, entirely free from all sensationalism or elaborate ceremonial…

That’s the yep part of this section of this chapter of The Brotherhood of Angels and Men by Geoffrey Hodson. Totally agree. You have to realize that it’s real, you have to keep working towards interacting with us and the ability to talk with us will get stronger, and don’t use it to make yourself famous or seem like a big shot.

But, then the nope part:

…nor is it suggested that any attempt should be made to obtain a close personal contact with individual angels, or to employ them from motives of personal gain, interest, or curiosity; such endeavors would almost inevitably lead to disaster and should be rigorously excluded.

Totally disagree. That’s how the avatar and I have been working this entire time. Her and me, as a partnership, day in and day out. And pretty much only me, although a few others come and go. But they don’t stick around. I’m here nearly all the time, unless I go off to do other work somewhere.

And personal gain? I agree, don’t treat us like vending machines, but charity begins at home. If the avatar’s suffering, half the partnership breaks down. If she’s struggling with poverty, or in pain, or afraid, or some bad shit’s going down, you bet I’m going to help whether she asks or not, and I wish she would ask more because she tries to tough things out. And I thought the point of this book, and this angel’s message, is that people need to form partnerships with angels to get serious work done to help the world, right?

So… no, Bethelda is wrong. It also sounds like he’s guessing at it, and doesn’t have actual experience with things “leading to disaster.” I don’t know what kind of angel Bethelda is, the book doesn’t really say, but I have a feeling us Gregori types are going to work out just fine working very closely with people on a day-to-day basis. We’re not the distant robed kind that drift off to heaven and have to be summoned, we’re here in the trenches with you wearing jeans and work boots.

The excitable, emotional, or unbalanced individual may not safely be brought into contact with the great forces working behind and through the angel evolution.

Okay, this I have personal experience with, and this is totally correct. THIS is where your train wreck situations happen. I’ve seen more than I care to of mentally unstable people either warping us into bizarre shadows of our former selves, or flat out sliding into madness because they really can’t handle what’s happening to them and around them. More than once. I’ve had to fix some of these messes, or try to at least help minimize the collateral damage around them. Other times I’ve been hurt by them myself.

But, that said, if the person is stable, strong, and willing… the worlds needs good solid angel-human working partnerships.

Though the world at large may deride our aspirations, a growing response is assured. There exists within the human heart and mind an instinctive attraction in these directions; it springs in part at least from ancient memories of those times when angels walked with men, and partly from the natural seership latent in every human soul.

A nice way to end this chapter.

Someone To Talk To, Others Like Me

Alone on an ocean cliff

I wish I had someone to talk to about all this.

I don’t mean that I don’t. I have five or maybe six people who understand all this. Who really get it, and, in two other cases, who are even like me. But you have to admit, that’s an incredibly small number. And once we’ve discussed things, well, there’s only so much more discussion that can take place before it eventually just turns into nods of agreement. Or, the other side of the coin is that I start to realize that they’re not as like me as I thought they were, and there’s no point in digging into details if they don’t understand what it is I do, and what I’m fully about.

I guess what I wish for is more people like me to compare notes with. I know they’re out there, but I guess they’re as secretive as we are. The hidden shamans, priests and priestesses, the people who let themselves be taken over by Spirit, the kind souls who trust us enough to let us speak through them. I know they’re out there. I just wish I knew how to find them… how to contact them and learn what they know, and that they would listen to what I know, and together we could find new ways to do all this and help the world.

I’ve been told over and over again that I’m unique. I know I don’t fit into any neat box. I suppose that’s some kind of blessing, to defy labels, but some days it feels more like a curse. It’s difficult to find others like yourself when you don’t have a definitive name for what you are. Language is limitation, but it’s all we have to try and find common ground. And when there’s no words, there’s little chance of common ground and making that connection.

I’m realizing that I keep my blog here, in part, so that others who are like me might stumble on it… or be led to it, which is probably more accurate. I’d thought that by now I would have found many others. The time is here, the bell’s been rung, but… what I’m seeing the most of is not what I was expecting. Something a little bit like what I have with my avatar, but not quite. A lot of the ones I’ve found are whispers in a head, without independent lives of their own, stuck inside a mental city, without the ability to get out and affect the material world at all other than when they push all the others aside and say a few words. I don’t understand a life like that. They feel like echoes or mist. And they’re not like me, so there’s no point in interacting with them. So I move on.

The search continues for others like me.

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.

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.


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.

Just on the Other Side of the Curtain

white featherMany of you have probably seen this photo shoot by now, where a man and his daughter, Olivia, get a series of photo portraits done similar to the ones he did when he was first married, but Ali, his wife has passed away, so Olivia takes her place.

But there’s far more to this story than simply poignant and touching photographs.

From the blog of the photographer, who is Ali’s sister (bandwidth warning, many large photos of the session):

“Lately Ali has been IN.OUR.FACE. Like non stop. I usually get a handful of “messages/signs” weekly. But a couple weeks ago I asked her to make herself more present for me. Welp, let’s just say she listened for once . I never share these things but with some super close friends or my family, but I feel like she’s begging me to share with you guys. So I decided I will. Feathers have been a consistent token from her. Fall out of nowhere onto me, all.the.time. Anywho. As you probably figured, I was having anxiety about cleaning out her stuff with my family and then taking pictures in their empty house. When we went upstairs into Olivia’s room to shoot, I directed Olivia to stand by the window. In my mind I imagined Ali rocking her as an infant in that very spot. She went there, then bent down and picked something up… a white feather. Oh hey sis! Glad you could make an appearance in this sesh. That same day I got a couple other blatant signs, another of which was a bigger white feather while outside picking a Christmas tree with my aunt Dale. (Another past time we did together.)”

Help Me Understand Something

male angel with ravenHelp me understand something, because I really don’t get how this works:

People will get upset over the results of a quiz on some website about the state of their chakras, even though they’ve never consulted with someone reputable face to face about it.

People will flock in droves to “channelers” and “psychics” they’ve never met, and hang on every word about unicorns from the Pleiades and vibrations from the 36th dimension, but I’m largely ignored or, worse, insulted.

What is the allure of these kinds of blogs and websites? Why do people throw money at them and eat up everything they say with a spoon as God’s Truth?

The other thing I don’t understand, and it is related, is how people keep completely missing the fact that I AM A GUIDE. I am not “working with guides,” I AM ONE. Yes, I’m plainspoken and enjoy earthly things like taking walks and a good pair of boots and going to Disneyland, but I don’t know how much more clear I can be about this.

There is a black feather at the top of this page that represents my own. The subheading of the blog is “Observations from the winged dude next door.” On my About page I clearly state that I am a guide/angel/lwa/spirit/guardian. I am not physical. I talk about this often. How is this continually missed? Do I need to have it in red flashing letters?

No, I don’t pepper my speech with “Dear Ones” or talk about “raising your vibrational level for the upcoming ascension out of the material plane” or any of that newage stuff. It’s not why I’m here.

I AM HERE TO HELP PEOPLE in their daily lives on planet Earth. I am not here to blow glittery imaginary smoke up your ass or to scare you into buying something. I’m here to tell you the truth and help you become a better person HERE AND NOW.

So why do people take a quiz on a website more seriously than talking to me? Why does it take someone five years to finally realize that I do more to keep storms away than Thor, and that maybe I’d appreciate a little offering too? Why do I get insulted and talked down to and ignored? Because I speak like a human being so that human beings can understand me? Because I don’t just tell you what you want to hear? Because I’m not perfect?

What am I missing here?

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