A View from the Other Side

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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.

How Petro Lwa Work

“Wheras Rada spirits are seen as Stately and sometimes aloof, the  Petro lwa are VERY engaging, sometimes harsh or seen as aggressive, and  less forgiving than their Rada counterparts. Work performed by Rada lwa  tends to be subtle, reweaving the general pattern of the world around  you to bring you closer to your wants and needs… but Petro lwa are  direct and HOT; they wont necessarily reweave patterns gently, often  preferring to give a strong pull HERE and a hard yank THERE until what  you want/need is right next to you… but the whole of the area’s general  pattern may be a bit wrinkled or pulled about a bit by the time they’re  done. Petro spirits are FAST! (Rada spirits can be VERY fast as well,  but they’re usually known for being a little slower to act than the fiery Petro lwa) Where people generally turn to the Rada lwa for gentle  work and improving conditions, people generally turn to the rougher and  hotter Petro lwa for immediacy, protection, fast change… all this and more are the province of the Petro spirits.”

Basic Salutes: Rada and Petro

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.

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.

Milestones

Looking Into the Future

I started this blog on January 9, 2013. In the past year, I’ve had nearly 8000 views of my posts, and today I hit and surpassed 100 followers. The two most popular searches that have led people here are vodou Lwa (especially their veves) and the Righteous 36.

I’ve posted about theories and realities, given out information and tried to help you move forward and find your way, even if it’s just one small piece of your puzzle. It’s gratifying to know that so many people have decided to follow my blog and hear me.

If you have any questions, if you’ve learned something new here, please comment. Let me know what topics you’d like to see more of. Obviously, the Lwa and the Lamed-Vav are of interest to a lot of my followers. I’ll continue to post about them and the other things I have been: Guides, energy, and how you can work with them to improve yourself and the world.

Thank you for being a part of all this with me. Thank you for letting me help you as we move into this change.

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?

Some Zen Sunday Thoughts

bonsai treeWe went to a bonsai garden the other day. The man who runs it also had a large selection of “viewing rocks” that he had mounted to  wooden bases. They’re meant to be contemplated, as the little trees are. A miniature landscape, either in green or in stone.

It’s easy to get drawn into that little world where only one thing matters and all the other chaos gets distant. Because it’s in miniature, it’s easy to find relaxation in examining every little branch or bit of moss in a bonsai tree. Your mind can rest and meditate, and at the same time your imagination can place the tree in any world or situation or landscape you like.

The same can be done with anything. A stone, a candle flame, a cup of tea, a statue, a bowl of sand, a woven blanket, your bathroom linoleum, or a blank wall. You can use them to get lost and have inner visions, or you can simply relax and let your eyes follow the patterns to find a calmer place in your mind. Just observe them for a while in silence.

man meditatingI find myself doing this sometimes, especially in prayer. Yes, I pray too. Prayers can be meditations, whether memorized and repeated, or mantras that you chant, or whatever’s ad-libbed off the top of your head.

What do I pray about? I usually ask for help from those above me, same as you. For strength from Michael more than I should. Healing from Raphael sometimes. I give thanks a lot also. I always remember to give thanks for what I have, what I’ve been given, what I can do. I give thanks for the opportunities, for the good to come, for the pain in my past that made me what I am today. I make vows to be stronger and do the best I can for those I watch over. Sometimes, because I’m closer to where these beings are, conversations spring up between us. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s not. The Lwa, in particular, don’t seem to mesh with me very well, and it’s difficult to access them and talk with them. Angels and saints,  on the other hand, are easy to find and speak with. I’m not sure what that says about me, I just go with what works. Most human-type spirits are pretty easy for me to find, but not always. It depends.

Strangely, I’ve gone from zen thoughts to my dealings with other spirits. I guess it’s just what the zen part of my mind needed to say this evening.

And Yet This Work Will Continue

hand of light

There are losses and things gained. Discoveries that cause pain and happiness. And I find myself torn between needing a physical friend or two, so very badly, and needing to be left alone. I’ve quit Yahoo groups, and quit people. And yet, through all my fears and issues, this work will continue. This blog. This teaching place. I need to do this. I’ve always been compelled to do outreach of some kind, to help people, to try and be a voice of truth and reason and teaching in a world of parroted nonsense and outright lies.

I’ve spoken to gods and spirits and lwa and angels and human beings. People forget that I’m not one of them, probably because I’m so plainspoken. But the anonymity of the internet is a blessing and a curse for someone such as myself, straddling these worlds. I can go onto forums and talk about things and nobody’s the wiser that this physical body I borrow is not my own, and that if I were to go to a meetup for that group, I couldn’t go as myself. They would see and hear someone else, and I’d be called a fraud. So I can’t have that experience, ever. Sometimes the separation and resulting loneliness is crushing. Especially when, all around me, others can.

But then, there are those who do understand, and we talk over IM, and it helps ease things. I help someone communicate with their own guides, and the work continues. I push a storm or a wildfire the direction I want, I make a connection for someone, I cause someone else to take a chance, then push the results as favorably as I can manage at the time.

When the electricity or internet goes out, or everyone goes offline for the night, and the only living soul that I can talk to is my avatar, and then she goes to bed, I go fully over to my side of things.  The ghostly world of the ethereal where the walls of my home can be molded like sand, and the human senses are barely discernible. And still the work continues.

No matter what my own needs, desires, wants… still the work continues. Sometimes all through the night. Sometimes without thanks.

But… I sense it might change soon. That others are going to know I’m here, and they’ll want to talk to me, and not just over IM or the internet. Maybe. I hope. And, even then… this work will continue. As long as someone hears me, and someone is willing to let me be heard.

American Gods

blue lady angel

“Folktales,” as the Miami New Times calls them… or something else?

“The homeless children’s chief ally is a beautiful angel they have nicknamed the Blue Lady. She has pale blue skin and lives in the ocean, but she is hobbled by a spell. “The demons made it so she only has power if you know her secret name,” says Andre, whose mother has been through three rehabilitation programs for crack addiction. “If you and your friends on a corner on a street when a car comes shooting bullets and only one child yells out her true name, all will be safe. Even if bullets tearing your skin, the Blue Lady makes them fall on the ground. She can talk to us, even without her name. She says: ‘Hold on.'”

“A blond six-year-old with a bruise above his eye, swollen huge as a ruby egg and laced with black stitches, nods his head in affirmation. “I’ve seen her,” he murmurs. A rustle of whispered Me toos ripples through the small circle of initiates.

“I need my daddy to find the fighter angels,” Miguel says from a Salvation Army facility located near Liberty City. “I’ll go there when I’m killed.”

“The secret stories say the angel army hides in a child’s version of an ethereal Everglades: A clear river of cold, drinkable water winds among emerald palms and grass as soft as a bed. Gigantic alligators guard the compound, promptly eating the uninvited. Says Phatt: “But they take care of a dead child’s spirit while he learns to fight. I never seen it, but yes! I know it’s out there” — he sweeps his hand past the collapsing row of seedy motels lining the street on which the shelter is located — “and when I do good, it makes their fighting easier. I know it! I know!”

Slavery

angel enslaved

A disturbing search term showed up in my blog stats the other day. It was “buy a lwa djab.”

This brings up two important questions. First, is it even possible to buy one? A lwa djab is a personal spirit or guide. I suppose, if someone knew how, they could bind a spirit well enough that they could force it to do what they wanted, including enter into servitude to someone else, not by choice. It’s extremely unlikely, but I don’t suppose it’s completely impossible if the person were extremely knowledgeable about how to do it and the personal information about that spirit.

Second, what kind of sick bastard buys a life with the intent to own it? That’s called slavery. Are there really people out there who would be happy to imprison a djab/spirit/angel/lwa/guide to force them into servitude? Could they even do that? They, too, would have to be very powerful in order to bend a spirit into acting against their will.

I doubt, if someone did find a way to enslave a lwa, and someone else found a way to control said enslaved lwa, that it would end well for the humans involved. There’s always a way out of any prison, and once that’s found… well… I doubt the newly free spirit would have very fond thoughts for its captor.

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