A View from the Other Side

Observations from the winged dude next door.

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So Here’s a New Post

Someone actually chatted with me today (!) and said she missed my blog posts (!) so I thought I better try and post more often.

Okay, so here’s a new post.

I asked her what to post about, and she said people are confused about what the soul is, versus the spirit, and the body. It’s late at night right now, so I’ll save that for the next one. Please do let me know what you’d like me to speak on here.

We’ve been moving closer to the avatar’s goals, with a lot of balls in the air right now. Some drop, some new ones get picked up, some of the dropped ones get added back in. But any way you juggle this act, things are moving forward too.

I’ve also been working hard on some of my old damage. I’ve been a lot more peaceful lately, almost zen when things are really going well. Physician, heal thyself. Charity begins at home. If I’m crap, I can’t help anybody, so I need to un-crap myself. Which sounds really bad, but you know what I mean. *chuckles*

I’m home, I’m safe, I’m loved, I have a family. What’s that thing… basic levels of survival? Right, Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Doing all right on that pyramid these days. I hope you are too.


Thankful for the Pain

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I am thankful for what I have now, for a safe home, a loving family, a meaningful life, the little physical comforts I’m afforded.

I am also thankful for the hell I’ve been through. The pain and despair and loss have made me who I am now, in part. I would not be here right now, I don’t believe, if it were not for those things. I would not be as strong now, or as grateful for what I do have. I would not know how to protect others nearly as well, or how to be a leader, or what real loss really means. I would not know the utter depths of the dark night of the soul that make the light shine all the brighter.

I’ve been told that to become a true priest, or shaman, or holy person, you must go through a literal death and rebirth. I’ve been torn limb from limb and left to die in a dark pit of my own making But, somehow, I survived. I survived in that darkness for long years that felt like long forevers, every day opening my eyes to realize that I was one day farther away from that death, but never getting any closer to a real life.

Weeks, months, years. I was a dead man walking. The only reason I wasn’t in a grave is that I wouldn’t stop moving. Even if I felt nothing, I kept moving. Movement was forward, and maybe forward could lead to something that didn’t feel like being alive just for the purpose of atoning for my sins every moment of every day.

I found that the one thing I had left was a spark of hope in my heart. Then I learned that the spark wasn’t just my own hope, it was light. Somehow, a tiny bit of who I was had survived, like someone carries a tiny coal inside a container for miles and miles until they reach their next camp, then they blow on it and it springs to life.

That spark, that light of the Source… it was there all the time. It gave me hope. It kept me moving. I found my way out of the darkness by following that slender thread.

I have never once, for one minute of one day, not been grateful for what I have now. That includes the lessons of the darkness that enable me to be what others need. The strength, the skill, the creativity, the leadership, the flexibility… I had those things before, but the darkness pounded and forged me into a weapon for the light. An instrument of God. And that is what I’m thankful for.

What if the World Ended Tomorrow?

I know a lot of people thought that maybe this past December would herald in anything from a mass awakening, to the Second Coming, to the apocalyptic destruction of the world. None of those things happened. That we’re aware of, anyway. But what if it did? What if it’s still coming?

What if you woke up tomorrow morning and discovered that everything was starting to crumble around you? The banks, law enforcement, electricity and other infrastructure, the food supply chain, water… all the things people find themselves suddenly without when a natural disaster hits. It might not happen all in one day, or in one week, or in one month, but if it does… are you ready for it?

I see a lot of people doing nothing. I see others at least talking about it and looking into how to make it. A few are preparing actively. Fewer still are ready.

Now let’s take it farther.

What if the Darkness started to sink its tendrils into society, polluting it from every side? Would you know how to fight that? Would you be able to recognize that it’s happening? Would you unwittingly help it? Would you know how to help others stay safe?

We’re in the middle of a shift. I think most reading this can agree with that statement. This is going to continue to change the world, and where there’s change, there’s upheaval and people could get caught in it. You can’t make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. I’d rather those eggs weren’t us.

Can you look inside yourself and honestly assess if you’re ready for this shift? It’s easy to tell yourself that you have all the time in the world to be forever “getting ready.” Everyone is a work in progress, sure. I’m still learning new things all the time myself. But if the feces hit the spinning blades tomorrow? I would absolutely be ready to do what I had to, to organize teams, to find people safe refuge, to teach people how to survive, how to be safe, how to defend themselves, how to escape, how to hide, how to help others in need.

I would strongly urge everyone reading this to at least be in the position that they could take care of themselves and their families if things were to fall apart quickly. I don’t want to hear “I can’t, because…” If you have a roadblock, find a solution.

Maybe it’s all a big what-if scenario.

Maybe it’s not.

Hold On.

The past few months have been off-kilter. Strange things are going on. Emotions running high, people lashing out, legal battles lost, sudden medical issues, relationships crumbling.

We need to be there for other people, however they need it. If someone needs a shoulder, be that shoulder. If someone is homeless, shelter them. If they’re using red-flag language about ending it, get them help.

Be the light in the darkness, but remember to hold onto that raft just as tight. We can get overwhelmed from it all, trying to help everyone, having to be their strength for a while. If you need help, don’t be afraid to ask. You can’t help others if you’re falling apart yourself.

Hold on. The seas are rough. But we’ll get through together. Sometimes you’re the life raft, sometimes you need others to be yours. Hold onto safety where you find it.

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