A View from the Other Side

Observations from the winged dude next door.

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Yeah, I’m still here.

Things have been busy here. Much more internal. More personal. So I don’t want to discuss a lot of those things in a public blog.

I’ve been so busy that I’ve fallen behind on reading and, she reminds me, teaching. I guess that was the purpose of this blog, to help people understand some things. Which is what teaching is.

I would say that’s weird for me, but if you go back far enough I guess it’s not. I guess it’s never been. I guess you don’t have to go that far back in my life to find places where I taught people, or tried to. I guess it’s always been part of who I am. I haven’t always been great at it, but I’ve never stopped trying to help people understand things.

So what next? Dunno. I should get back to this. I apologize for being away from posting for so long. It just hasn’t felt that important since so few people comment. I get a lot of people reading this, from all over the world, but what do you think? What do you feel? Did you learn anything here?

We have more ink. More scars. More tears and frustration. More joy and wonder. That’s life though, isn’t it. That’s what I signed up for, coming here. And the small tasks and the big ones. The tiny observations and the big miracles.

The work continues. The road goes ever on.


Outreach and Water

I have 155 followers, which I guess is nothing in terms of how big the Internet is, but to me thought of 155 people liking what I have to say so much that they’re following this blog is pretty amazing. Thank you. It helps to know that you’re out there and find value in my words.

I’ve been thinking about writing the water post for a long time as storms have come and gone and flooded things and made the grass grow. But, really, what else can I say about it that I didn’t say with the earth post? The concept is the same. You feel the power of the storms and the ocean, and you take your little cup and dip into it, and use it how you need.

Sometimes on our walks we’ll run through the four powers like that. All of them are there. The earth under our feet. The water in the creek and in the clouds. The fire of the sun and the spark of life inside us. The breeze on our skin or up in the trees. The molten metal core of the planet that generates the magnetic field around the planet. The unstoppable power of the ocean’s surge and the tides. The massive engine of the sun’s nuclear reaction that goes on even when it’s not visible in the sky. The hurricanes and tornadoes and gales that are constantly rushing and pushing somewhere in the world.

Maybe that’s what I’m trying to say in all this, that you can link into these forces on tiny personal levels, and those can link into global forces of nature if you need to reach into that. How you do it is up to you, but it’s something to explore anyway.

On a personal note, what nudged me to get back to this is that she’s having a hard time today. Feeling really isolated and unappreciated by what she used to think was a community, but mostly it’s just a million people arguing with each other. So here we are. I guess this place is really for both of us, since she and I teach each other as we go along, and she helps me put this stuff into pretty words. And hopefully people here reading this learn something from what we’ve been working on or discover as we work together.

That’s the outreach part. She figures even if nobody gives a shit about what she can offer, maybe together we can use my blog here to teach people anyway. 155 people seem to like it, which is pretty good if you picture them all sitting in a room listening to us talk. Thanks for listening.

But What to Teach to Whom?

I was talking to my older brother earlier, telling him about how I’d just watched one of the X-Men movies. I don’t remember which one. But it reminded me about Xavier’s School for the Gifted, I think it’s called, and what a great thing that was while it lasted. People with gifts being taught how to use them in a safe environment.

I’ve looked for a place like that for years now. Online or on the physical. I haven’t given up on it, because maybe it’ll happen, maybe it won’t, but I’ve never found a safe place to teach and really be heard. Other than maybe here. Here I’m not picked apart and people seem to like my posts. But something is missing.

A couple weeks ago I hitched a ride and sat in a circle with some people that, if they weren’t a five hour drive away, could be pretty incredible to work with. There was something there. Something really special. I still haven’t said hello to them. I’m not sure when that will happen. And that’s what’s missing from this blog. Community. Ideas from others. Discussion. It’s all one-sided.

I want to teach, but I want to learn, too. I don’t have all the answers. Nobody but God does. And part of me is Tabula Rasa, a blank slate with new pictures drawn all over it, and free will, here to experience what it’s like to be human. Here to live.

I’m not sure what else to say here without repeating myself. Some information I won’t share publicly because it’s not for the public to know. How to do certain things that could harm others, for example. Dangerous stuff. You don’t hand guns to kids. But other information… I’m not sure what it is that you, reading this, needs to know. I think some of this stuff I assume everyone knows about, or can access. I know that’s not accurate, but I need help understanding what you out there can’t do. What you need help with. Where you want to go with all this. What you want to accomplish.

Is it for yourself? For a community? To help the world? To be a warrior of the Light? To quietly nurture or heal? Why are you reading this? What do you need?

One Year Today

Today, a year ago, I started this blog. Thank you for being a part of this journey. Thank you for listening.


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.

A Return

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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.


I feel like I should have more to say right now. It’s been a couple weeks of ups and downs, and intense work behind the scenes. I’m hopeful we can move to a place where I can actually talk to people face to face, or at least your face to a borrowed face that doesn’t actually look like me much at all. Just maybe the eyebrows and hair color. Although people say, when they know it’s me, that they can see me there, and that the mental image overrides what their eyes are seeing.

I’m still working. I’m still here. I have a few people I talk to, but mostly they talk about “normal” stuff like food and movies. Part of that’s great, and I’m grateful I’m treated like a friend in that way. Part of that gets old fast, especially when I feel that I need to teach and help people.

I’ve even thought, sometimes, of what it would be like to have a ministry, or even just a teaching group where people could learn how to talk to their guides. Me, not her. Well… with her help on some stuff. She knows more about different spiritual beliefs and religions, and I mostly just have my own perspective on it. So we make a good team that way. My knowledge informs her knowledge, and vice versa.

It feels essential right now, to spread the word, to help more people understand what’s going on. Words of hope to help push back the darkness. This place here, this blog, feels so tiny. The people I talk to over IM is an incredibly tiny number. Our hope is that maybe by talking to people face to face, the light can spread in a new way, person to person, heart to heart.

Talk To Me

string web of peopleI’d like everyone reading this to post a reply to say how you found this blog, why you decided to follow it (if you do), and what you like most about it.

What do you get out of my words? Do they make you reflect? Are they upsetting? Are they instructive? Do you compare them against what others say? What have you learned here?

What kinds of posts would you like more of?

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