A View from the Other Side

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It’s Here

Remember all those times when I said something’s coming? Check out this one, from February 2013. The world didn’t end in December 2012, it was a big fat catalyst point for where things are now.

A lot of people didn’t believe me. Some did, and I thank you for listening, but… these things get brushed off. “There’s always been strife,” people say. “There’s always war somewhere in the world,” people say.

Yeah, well.

I know I have a worldwide audience, so maybe my American perspective is skewing things, but Brexit is tearing the EU and UK apart, Greece has been a mess for years, only a tiny handful of nations can afford to put on the Olympic Games anymore, ice is melting fast at the poles, glaciers are disappearing, millions of trees are suddenly dying, and now the US is teetering on the cusp of a choice. A choice between light and dark, just like in the UK. The choice between moving forward toward a progressive future where all people are respected, and… the opposite.

As if adding a big fat period on the end of the sentence, today thousands of Native Americans were ordered to get off their own ancestral lands by December 5, so that a private company can continue to bulldoze sacred burial sites so they can build an oil pipeline to make rich people richer. Lands that the Native Americans have every right to be on because of treaties that the Federal government signed in the nineteenth century. Treaties that the same government is now ignoring.

It’s going to get worse before it gets better. People have already died, even before November 8. More are going to die. I wish I had better news. I wish I could do more, but I’m just one guy.

If ever there was a time for you to act, this is it. Yes, you reading my words right now. You can all do something. Donate, if you can. If you don’t have money, send emails and letters and make phone calls. If you don’t have somewhere to go if things get rough where you live, make plans now and pack a bug out bag. Learn how to grow or find food. Keep your gas tank full. If you’re in poor health, do what you can to improve it now. Take self defense classes. Take CPR and first aid classes. Learn Reiki and other kinds of energy work. Cast spells. Pay attention to your needs and rest if you’re getting burned out. Be there for others. Listen. Try to understand the anger and fear of oppressed groups. Be the light in the darkness.

Be the light. Be the light. Be the light.

You can save lives. Weather the coming storm the best you can. Be the shelter for others.

Be the light in the darkness. We need all the help we can get.

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Have We Lost the War?

More senseless, maddening tragedy in the news tonight. Last night. Every night. People being slaughtered. People who are supposed to protect others murdering people in cold blood. People who are supposed to do something to prevent these things electing to do nothing. People acting on fear. Apathy. Racism. Classism. Misogyny. Privilege. Hate. Ignorance. Stupidity.

Nights like this, I really wonder if we’ve lost. The side of goodness, of the Light. Things seem so unbeatable and Dark and hopeless. Like it’s a tide of blood that never ends. Names. Faces. Gore. Bullets. Explosions. Death.

But we have to keep fighting. I have to remind myself, and you reading this, that the tide goes in waves. Ebb and flow. Dark and Light. I have to remind myself that this is all part of the change of the world. People choosing sides. Choosing between love and hate. Because that’s what it all boils down to, isn’t it? Do you choose to love other people unconditionally, even if you disagree with their life, their religion, their sexuality, their culture… or hate them because they’re different, and because you feel threatened in some way by that difference?

This is the moment. This is the moment where you choose what kind of world you’re going to make around you, because your actions ripple out. The butterfly effect. Every choice you make changes the world. Every choice changes you.

Please make the right choice. We can still keep things in balance and turn the tide. We can still push back the Darkness together. But we have to do it as a team, a force for good. Everyone makes a difference. Please do what you can.

Good Vibrations

Here’s something that’s been bothering me for a while. I didn’t put my finger on it exactly until today, however.

The whole “vibrations” thing. Not just how over-used the whole thing is with the newagey people, but what’s considered “good” versus “bad.” I’m about to call bullshit on one of the biggest aspects of it. Buckle up.

The usual idea is this: The chakras and tree of life and all that starts off at the bottom, with “low” vibrations around earthly stuff like rocks and sex and raw emotions. It ends at the “high” vibrations where God’s supposed to be up in the sky, or at least above a person’s physical meat suit.

Here’s the fundamental problem with all that: It assumes that “low” vibrations are bad, and that everybody should get up to the good and perfect “high” vibrations if they want to be… I don’t even know what they’re after, actually. It seems to be different things, depending on who you talk to. Enlightenment, mostly? Closer to God?

Well hey, guess what, but there’s probably a couple of million years of human history on planet Earth that did pretty well before organized religion came along to fuck it up by starting wars. Way back in the day, the Earth was the teacher. The Earth was the most wise and sacred thing in existence. Somehow, the earth became “bad,” just like how dirt and sex and expressing your emotions became “bad” in favor of this supposedly perfect emotionless state of being where your feet barely touch the ground and you’re only half present, because you’re so busy being “ascended” that you forget to help the world around you.

The biggest assholes I’ve ever known were these “high vibration” newagers who felt they were better than everybody else and they were just too fucking good for this planet, so they were going to turn into a ball of light or somesuch bullshit and ascend to the Pleiades.

Well, good riddance, and get out of my way so I can be over here picking people up off the ground when they’re too sick to stand. Because, reminder, that’s what we’re here for.

For some, it’s about “power.” They somehow think that climbing the tree to get to the shiny ball at the top that’s supposedly “closer to God” (as if God actually lives in the physical sky, or in any linear direction from them at all) will enable them to flip a switch and suddenly win friends and influence enemies in some magical way.

Now… it’s true that tapping into that God energy does enable you to do some miraculous things, but it’s not a one-size-fits-all thing.

I can’t imagine that there’s anyone alive who doesn’t feel the power of a thunderstorm. The sheer amount of raw power and energy in the lightning itself, and the thunder created by that power ripping through the atmosphere, is almost beyond human comprehension. However, if we follow the logic of the “vibration” thing, thunder is “low” and thus “bad.” Same thing with earthquakes–you’ve got massive pieces of the earth itself moving around, with most of the sound waves so low that they’re far below human hearing. What about a waterfall, like Niagara? Who could stand near that pounding torrent and not feel the power there? Or of the ocean’s waves or a raging river? Or the power of a wildfire or a volcano or a hurricane?

If it’s power you want, why would you ignore any of that when it’s so easy to tap into and use?

Dirt is where your food comes from. Sex is where YOU come from.

There is no such thing as “bad” or “good” vibrations, just like there’s no good or bad in the sun or the ocean or gravity or any other powerful force of the universe. It would benefit a lot of people if they stopped turning their backs on these things, if they stopped looking down their noses at anyone who isn’t at some supposed “high vibrational level” based on… what exactly? A book? One particular philosophy?

Do you know how many “vibrations” the human body can’t even perceive? It’s like going to the symphony and deciding that anybody but the piccolos are unworthy of your attention, or painting only in yellow because all the other colors are just beneath you. It’s arrogant and foolish.

Embrace all of it if you want to be whole and balanced and powerful. Why do anything else?

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.

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.”

Scars

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” – Rumi

I am a Light Warrior

archangel michael battling a demonThe Unknown Lightworker – The Light Warrior

As quoted from the above blog, click the link to read the whole thing:

Everyone in the new age/spiritual scene is familiar with what a lightworker is, but what about the Light Warrior?

What is unknown is the “hidden” lightworker that you may have seen them from time to time. They are the lurkers that sit in rooms, or various forums, and it seems the only time they speak up is when something controversial comes to the surface. Seeming cold, logical, and often times seeming negative, they are often misunderstood and disliked among the lightworker community.

The Light Warrior… those who make known all sides of any given issue or topic. Those who defend and fight for light and truth, either in the earth or astral realms. Those who restore, fight for, and keep balance in all things. The Light Warrior can and often will do those things that lightworkers do as well, but most often in a closed and one-on-one setting, and methods used may differ than those of most light workers. The light warrior methods may include the diplomatic but direct approach, bluntly honest in nature, but offering encouragement and support where needed and warranted. The light warrior approach may range from gentle and nurturing to a more intense, empowering “tough love” approach.

Light Warriors are aware of both sides of the coin, and defends the light by making all sides of an issue known, no matter how unpleasant or controversial.

The Light Warrior is silent, watches the flow of things around them. The light warrior is a staunch defender of the light and of truth (in all its various forms). The light warrior respects all paths and beliefs, but is quick to jump to the forefront of things if there is something important to be said. Often times the message the light warrior brings is against the grain, against the fabric of what most lightworkers believe or hold.

Lightwarriors defend light, fight evil, and make known those obstacles which could block the progress of spiritual seekers. With this in mind, this brings forth the different types of lightwarrior:

The Astral Defender… In the astral realms, it is the lightwarriors who are unseen as they go into battle against those dark forces who attack innocent souls both on the physical realm and in the astral realm. In gatherings of lightworkers where a psychic vampire is present and seeking a target, it is the lightwarrior that confronts the attacker and defends those that have been targeted.

The Defender of Truth… Mentioned above, it is this type of lightwarrior that tends to draw the most fire. The defender of truth knows that truth itself is highly subjective, each having its own meaning to those experiencing it. What is truth for one person might not be truth to another. The highly subjective nature of truth, and the infinite ideas that truth represents, provide a unique challenge to the lightwarrior. The lightwarrior speaks ideas to the masses whenever he/she sees an area of concern that needs addressed.

The lightwarrior knows that not all lightworkers have the same level of discernment, and is aware that with the subjective nature of truth– his/her ideas may not resonate with all, and is therefore left open to attack by those of whom his/her words may not resonate. The defender of truth’s style of speaking may vary from lightwarrior to lightwarrior, but often times it is the bold and upfront approach taken by some that tend to inspire one group of lightworkers, while drawing reproach from others. Many times those in support of the lightwarrior will voice their words in private, while those against the lightwarrior will voice their opinions publicly. This tends to give the appearance that the lightwarrior is speaking to an empty room, and sometimes leaves their credibility in question.

This is a risk the lightwarrior is aware of, and is willing to take in the name of the Greater Good for ALL.

Read the complete blog entry here.

Working In Two Worlds

Image of power from the hands from As you know, or should if you read my blog at all or looked at my About page, I’m a very fortunate guardian/guide/spirit teamed up with a very patient physical person who lets me work with her in partnership to get stuff accomplished. The focus of this entry is on how I use both my non-physical stuff, and her physical stuff, together to change things for the people around us. I touched on this a little in a previous post, but I’d like to try and describe it all in more detail. Bear with me, a lot of this is extremely hard to put into English, or even written language at all.

First, a bit about where I am. I have my own home on the other side of “the veil” or “on the astral” or “on the ethereal plane” or whatever you guys like to call this part of the universe. If you think about it as onion layers, I’m approximately one “layer” out from the physical where you are, which is next door to where ghosts hang out, but not exactly the same place. But that’s a topic for another post, come to think of it.

Anyway, I have my home with my little comfort things, like walls and furniture and food and drink, because I’m not into just floating around all the time. I like to feel the ground under my feet, even if the ground can be changed however I like with a thought. So it’s a lot like your home, but a lot less solid, because it’s really just a mental construct that helps keep me and mine safe.

As you’d expect, everything is malleable here, not just the walls of my house. Because nothing is really limited by physical electromagnetic and molecular bonds, I can look any way I want, I can go anywhere I want, I can do anything I want. And because linear time doesn’t have nearly as much control over where I am, I can be anyplace in time I want, with some limits regarding the future and its branches as I’ve talked about in other posts.

So, what I’m able to do is push probability in directions I want, because I can see and feel multiple timelines and the branching tree ahead. Sometimes I just feed the tree, sometimes I know exactly what needs to happen and I steer things by lining up that future with the present.

Which present? Glad you asked. That’s where the physical part comes in.

Because I’m working for a few particular people who are all on the same physical plane, in the same timeline, I need to work in that timeline when I’m changing things for them. Because I can be anywhere, having a physical anchor to the timeline I need to do the work in gives me a base of operations. It puts me in one point in time, in one physical location, for that person.

That’s not the whole picture, though. Because I’m fronting in her physical body, I’m running my mojo through her physical form, which connects my world to hers. But because I’m also working on nudging probabilities on the ethereal, it connects back to mine. But because those probabilities affect physical actions, like someone making a decision 200 miles away, it connects back to hers.

shaolin stanceExample time. Let’s say we’re trying to get a particular person to get back to her with a positive answer on something. I look forward and find the thread that has that future in it. I borrow her body and use the kinetic energy of her movements (such as while on a walk or while doing martial arts), and usually any music being played, to help feed and direct a combination of my side’s (God/potential/cosmic force) energy with her side’s (electromagnetic/kinetic/subtle force) energy. This combined energy is fed into the thread that makes up the future we want to happen, increasing the probability that it will. Part of that probability radiates out to the person on the other end so that they’re more likely to make a choice that goes in her favor. Then he or she acts on the “cosmic nudge” they feel to call or email her sooner rather than later. That’s the ideal result anyway.

Things don’t always go that smoothly. Sometimes there are reasons unknown to us, or events involving the other person, that block the result I’m after. Sometimes there’s no clear future thread to work with and we have to rely on giving light to her personal thread, something we do a lot of. Because there’s no clear goal, we rely on whatever the highest good is, and the results can be very surprising and random and seemingly “come out of nowhere.”

I hope I’ve explained this so that it makes sense. I’m sure I’m leaving things out, please ask me if you need more information. I also linked back to some of my previous posts that go into a little more detail on some of these points.

Sometimes Work Requires Blood

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.

This is for those of you who think that being “enlightened” or “spiritual” is all about sweetness and light and peace and zen, and if you’re not the equivalent of the Dalai Lama, you’re doing it wrong.

Allow me to disabuse you of that extremely simplistic notion.

You haven’t seen me in full-on battle rage. And it’s probably not something you ever want to see. It would probably frighten you, and would definitely give you a different opinion of who and what I am. So please read the full poem at the above link and consider it carefully. Sometimes dark things are extremely dangerous to you and those around you, and should not be taken lightly (pun intended), but sometimes we’re necessary. The fire can burn, but not if you understand how to handle it properly.

Edited to add: Now that I think more about it, this is the opposite of my previous post, When the Darkness Comes Disguised as the Light. Sometimes genuinely evil things can look like good things. Sometimes good things can seem evil until you understand them. It is critically important that you be able to tell the difference.

Sounds of the Universe

rainbow spheres

This is an account of what one student with the AMICA institute experienced. He seems to have literally woken up one morning, able to perceive the Music of the Spheres. From Fragrant & Radiant Healing Symphony by Roland Hunt:

“It was in the Spring of 1934 when I first heard the wonderful Sounds of the Universe. One night with my mind uplifted to God, I fell asleep, desiring only God and Truth. In the early morning I awakened and sat up listening intently, my mind concentrated on listening. No sound came and so I fell asleep again wondering why such a thing should happen. The next day while out on my bicycle riding between St. Annes-on-Sea and Blackpool—not a quiet place—I became aware of a lovely humming of all life—everything in all directions was humming and singing happily. I began to realise that everything was filled with music. The workmen I saw and heard in the distance sent out notes of music with their tools and hammers instead of the ugly sounds and bangs. I was filled with joy unspeakable to hear such things. A car came along and drew up with a flourish of trumpets, and the engine played some lovely tune. I listened in amazement, wondering if anyone else could hear the same things. But alas! They could not and so I had to keep the glorious truth to myself: that Music and Joy fills all space. I saw two lovers coming along the road and I heard them speak, but instead of hearing their Lancashire speech I heard beautiful voices.

“It was all a radiation of Joy, Harmony, and Love. How gloriously happy I was. No note of discord could find a place in me. On another occasion I entered a bus. As soon as the engine started the music began to play loudly above all the music and chatter of the people. Wherever I went there was music. When going to sleep at night I began to hear music in the heavens and later choirs of heavenly music and voices. I could hear Mass being sun and chanted and great bells ringing. I know the are going on without end.

“I heard the Music of the Spheres although until then I knew nothing of such things. Now I know I have been given music direct and spiritually.

“The Music of the Spheres became so loud that I had to pray for it to quieten down, for I had no one to advise me about such matters.

“As I lay down to sleep one night, I felt a swishing sensation and saw a beam of light. It was pale gold and felt like a searchlight. It was beginning to tune in to the Spheres.

“I heard the sons and daughters of God shouting for joy above the earth clouds. I almost jumped off the earth for joy myself when I first heard them. I would gladly have joined them and at that time wondered how I could remain on the earth.

“Some years ago I came to live in Newquay, Cornwall, and during the years I was greatly blessed as the beloved Music continued. Sometimes, to keep what I had found, I had to leave my home suddenly and go ou of doors to some quiet spot.

“On the sand dunes near Perranporth, in the great silence, where the lost church of St. Piron is said to be, the sounds were glorious and I could hardly bear to leave. Waking by the sea I have heard hundreds of violins playing heavenly music and again a great harp, the Harp of God, the lovely notes going, as it were, across the Universe. I loved the wind, for when it was rushing about I could hear the planets clearer than ever resounding on their pathway, and great trumpets would flourish as they passed by my window, as it seemed, along with the wind.

“As I lay listening and loving it all so much, I heard St. Michael and His Angels playing on trumpets and beating drums, fighting the spiritual battle which the world refuses to see and understand.

“I know by all this blessedness that I am only on earth to worship God and serve others in the highest sense. I have never taken any breathing exercises, but without knowing of special breathing, I knew I was breathing the Breath of God and breathed the harmony of all these things into my entire being, and I now desire to be further purified and suppose it must always continue for I know now that this purging process is essential and most necessary… and such remains my prayer.”

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