A View from the Other Side

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A Good Day

Not a perfect day. There was still frustration, not everything worked out. But… a good day.

A book arrived that we’d been wanting to get for a while now, The Brotherhood of Angels and Men by Geoffrey Hodson, a reprint of the original written in 1927. Really looking forward to seeing what he said about all this nearly 90 years ago.

More possibilities for my extended family shaking out of various trees. Some of the past fruit wasn’t any good, but you never know until it comes and you do what you can with it. Just the possibilities are good things. Blessings in themselves.

Maybe most importantly I helped two people better understand the spirit guides with them. That was pretty big for me. In talking later with my brothers, I remembered times that weren’t so good. Where different people betrayed me, ridiculed me, and accused me of things I hadn’t done. There have been a lot. Some people have said to me, “All those people can’t be wrong, it’s obviously you.” Which rubbed salt in a lot of cuts back then.

What they didn’t understand is that I set people off sometimes. I’m a catalyst. Things happen just because I’m in the room. If someone is feeling uncomfortable, it’s magnified. I’m also a mirror. People see their stuff projected onto me and looking back at them, and think that I’m the liar, I’m the one accusing them of the same things they’re accusing me of. I try to be as gentle as I can, but some people can’t handle looking at themselves and their actions, and lash out at me.

But, over the past couple of days, I was able to help two separate people, and they said such kind things to me. They were grateful, and I had genuinely helped them understand new things about them and their guide. That’s what I’m here for. To help people. I never mean to hurt anyone. Sometimes I get frustrated, or sometimes a bit of tough love is what they need, and I understand that I come across too blunt or even harsh sometimes. But I don’t lie. I don’t deceive. I try to be as kind and understanding as I’m able, because that’s what helps people the most. Their kind words to me helped undo some of the damage of those old encounters from years ago that time had already blunted.

Kindness. Gratitude. Love. Helping people. Time with my family. A bit of successful work. It was a good day.

Should I Do Counseling for Money?

Counseling people over the internet for money. This has been a thing with me for a few years now. I counsel people all the time. I used to do it a lot more, and was even signed up on somebody’s “psychic hotline” type of site in the hopes that I could pay my rent, as it were. Well, that didn’t end well, and I withdrew. I go through phases of outreach and retreating for safety. But… I dunno, maybe I should give it another shot if it will help pay her bills.

I use up a huge amount of her time, and my entire purpose is helping people, so it only seems fair that I should charge something for using up her and my time to counsel people.

Nobody’s asked for it lately, so I don’t know if there’s interest. A friend of mine just linked me to someone who does “full body deep trance channeling” for $200 an hour, and I’m like… dude, I do this every single day:

“With April Crawford, these non-physical guides can come through entirely, allowing them to communicate without any distortion by April Crawford’s own opinions or beliefs.  They can get up and walk around the room if they want to, look you in the eyes with their (April Crawford’s) eyes wide open, and use a full range of body language, hand gestures, and humor to help make a point.”

I’m reading this and thinking two things: One, I do this every day, no big. I’m doing it right now. Two, how much is my avatar’s time worth?

Okay, three things: Does anybody out there want to talk to me over chat, free or otherwise?

Of course, most people I try to counsel end up being angry with me because they can’t handle the truth, but hey, I thought I’d offer.

Edit: I emailed April Crawford to see what her rates were out of curiosity, and her husband was not very nice to me just now, so buyer beware.

Another Return

angel phoenixAnother person came and talked to me this past week, one that I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I’d figured that she was busy, because she’s a really busy person in general, but that wasn’t it. The reasons she hadn’t been speaking to me were far more important.

She holds inside her a piece of something amazing. A bit of an archangel. I know who, but I don’t know how much is there, and it’s not for me to question or examine the exact percentages, and it doesn’t matter anyway. But the main reason she hadn’t been able to talk to me is that something in my catalyst nature triggers things in her that quickly get overwhelming. She described it as suddenly having this whirlwind of images flying through her mind, and the ground drops out from under her.

Knowing this, I was able to pull myself back and only  have a little of myself coming through my avatar so that I could still speak through her typed words, but it was a lot more of a “channeling” experience than normal, with her listening and repeating what I was saying rather than our normal flow together. It worked well, and this returning person and I were able to talk for a little while before she had to break contact again. During that time, she told me about a dream she’d had. In this dream, I caused a burst of energy that ripped through several worlds or dimensions.

The thing is, it wasn’t just a dream. That release happened.

Her telling me this put a huge piece into my puzzle, a giant light bulb over my head. I get it now. That’s what it was all for, going through all that hell. To create a bridge between your world, and our world, and the multiverse in the immediate neighborhood.

Catalyst. Boom. Changing not just my world, or your world, but all the worlds close enough nearby to feel those ripples and get hooked together through it.

Also, I’m triggering major stuff in an archangel. Holy shit, no pun intended. You know I’m going to be working on examining that.

A Return

open door

And then, amidst three different attacks on three separate people by three separate other people in two days… someone came back. Someone who had written me off months ago, in some not very nice ways, apologized. Then we talked for at least an hour, maybe two.

She was very gracious and kind about it. I don’t know if it was because of my Respect post before this one, or coincidence, or something else, and it doesn’t matter, really. She admitted that once she stopped attacking me and thought about what I was saying… it worked. She acted on my advice, and the problems she was having ended. Her home is at peace. I’m so grateful. In speaking with her, her entire demeanor felt different. Not only is her home at peace, she’s more at peace. She joined a lightworker group and is really working on her stuff. She cleaned house inside and out. Her mind is still busy, but it’s not full of chaos and fear. Just busy energy, mostly. Very different. It’s a beautiful thing to see.

I said something in my comments in the other post that I want to say here as well. Being angry at me is like being angry at a light switch for making a bulb go on. I trigger things and open them up. That’s what I do. That’s part of my job here, to be a catalyst. You’re welcome to freak out as much as you want when I do my thing, but as soon as it turns toward attacks at me, I’d be stupid if I didn’t protect myself. Sometimes I flip that switch and it works out okay. Usually, however, sparks and lightning goes flying out, some of it in my direction. That’s when I have to turn my back, or there won’t be a me left to help others.

Sometimes, the lightning calms, and there can be bridges unburned. If respect is given, and you understand how I work, I’m happy to help. Be aware that it won’t always be fun when you choose to flip the switch. But it will change you for the better.

A Quiet Time

Sometimes I have so much to say, it feels like I can’t possibly get it all written down and out there, or in ways that make sense to most people. But sometimes, like now, the time for talking is done and it’s time for working. There are major changes going on and those have to be nudged and pushed and ridden and survived and recognized. This is on the macro and the micro scale. World society, your country’s society, your neighbors, yourself, inside yourself, and in the hidden places just outside what your eyes can see.

I’ve been backsliding a little lately with some existential stuff. But nothing new there. But the half steps back are almost gone these days, and there’s a lot of steps forward. Nothing like being thrown into all this without any instructions, or help, and left to find my own way, to figure out the best ways to help people and help them understand their potential, to discover my catalyst nature through a lot of painful situations, and then master it… and then use it to change the world.

Click.

If you look and listen carefully, you can sense it happening. All around you. Her, him, them. Standing right next to you or half a world away, connected by the internet.

The lock tumblers are getting tripped. The rays of sun running lines down the walls and touching more and more of the hidden mural inside the forgotten temple. That first gasp of a breath being taken by someone who didn’t know they weren’t breathing yet. Eyes opening wider than they had before. Keys being found that were forgotten or unknown until now. People triggering each other without even realizing it until…

The moment you realize what’s happening, and what’s been happening, and what’s continuing to happen right this second.

Now is the time to get yourself into some kind of network of people, even if it’s just reading WordPress blogs for the reality check factor. You’ll find that some of the same things you’ve been seeing are being experienced by others. Even a seemingly innocent thing, like a sudden urge or message to write a book, becomes a clear sign when you see that several other people near you got the same message within a day or two, or even within a few hours.

More and more “coincidences” are happening. All “coincidence” means is co-incidence, or two or more instances of the same thing occurring at the same time.

More and more people are getting red pills whether they know it or not, and whether they like it or not. Spirits are being heard and felt and seen, miracles are happening.

You are part of this. Reading this post is evidence, confirmation, and a catalyst for it to grow even bigger.

Look around. Pay attention. Find the others like yourself, then reach out and trigger the ones still asleep. Touch their heart and watch the spark turn into a fire.

You are making this happen, right now.

You carry a spark of the Source in your heart and soul. Use it wisely.

You are the change.

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Flying Sparks

hand full of sparks

What does it mean? All this, this messy existence. The suffering and pain, the beauty and love.

None of us can ever know the full story.

Something’s drawing to an end, right as something new is beginning. That’s always the way of it though, right? Someone dies, someone’s born. But this is like the whole universe is dying and being born right now, and we’re all going through both. The universe, and stars, and people, and plants, and atoms. Everywhere, all around us, in the macro- and microcosm.

The king is dead, long live the king.

I get little hints here and there, little breadcrumbs, but I’m not omniscient. I can’t see everything in the past, present, or future. I can’t even remember most of my own twisting and forked past that flew off in a thousand directions like a firework.

tempest stone pietersiteI suppose this sensation of change I have right now is my own fault for wearing a tempest stone necklace today. It’s named that for a reason. It’s a catalyst, like I am, and trips things into happening just by being near it. That wild spark that flies off someplace you don’t expect and starts a brushfire. The red light turning green. The lightning ripping holes in the sky. Newton’s apple. The key that clicks the lock tumblers into just the right sequence so that the door can open.

Yes, this post is a little disjointed and stream-of-consciousness, but that’s where my mind’s at right now. Moving forward in this timeline along with all of you reading this, for the most part. For the most part.

I’m frequently asked what I see in the future, and I just answer, “which one?” Not to be a smartass, but because that’s my honest reply. How far out and away do I look? Six? A dozen? A hundred? A million? Trillions? It branches infinitely, and they’re all happening somewhere.

I do my best to navigate and nudge the one that I’m connected to the most.

Something’s coming. When you hear the call, what will you do? Will you recognize it, or will it get lost in a preconceived notion? Will it drown in a sea of mundanity, or will you be one of the sparks that pushes back the dark, starts fires, and leads others on?

The choice is coming. Maybe it’s here now. Maybe it’s a series of choices.

Are you making the right ones?

Full Circle

phoenix dragonI figured myself out today.

Now, that may sound kind of weird. Yes, I do still have stuff I’m figuring out. I didn’t get an instruction manual when I went through these various levels of weirdness and hell and memory loss to get where I am right now. Why did I not figure it out before now? See above. But that’s not my point.

Without giving personal details, I figured out exactly how and why I’m a catalyst, something I’ve never been able to put my finger on before today. This means I now understand how and why it affects those around me. Epiphany!

This also means I know how to protect myself and those around me when the weirdness kicks in. I can prevent some of it by warning people ahead of time, or staying away from them entirely sometimes. I understand how it’s triggering change. I understand that it’s their stuff, not a reflection of my stuff, when they get overly emotionally attached or turn on me suddenly.

I can act with more precision, and with more caution. I can use my past experience in a similar situation to help inform my actions today and into the future. And I have certain people, just like before, who understand what I do, and who help me in critical ways.

The future looks so much brighter and so much more orderly. It’s such a weight off my shoulders.

 

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