A View from the Other Side

Observations from the winged dude next door.

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What’s In a Name?

Here’s another question from my email:

“Do we have names on the other side and if so do we choose them? Are there soul names?”

Names are things people call us. We don’t usually choose them. When you’re born, your parents picked out one they liked and just started calling you that. They identify us as individuals.

We call the warrior archangel “Michael,” which is pronounced “Mikh-ay-el” and means “who is like God.” But he didn’t name himself. That’s the name that’s followed him through time. Nobody’s sure who named him. Maybe God, maybe another angel.

Do we have names on the other side? It depends. If you’re Michael, you don’t have other names because you don’t have other lifetimes. People need to call you the same thing, because you’re the same being. If you believe in reincarnation and you’ve been here (earth) a thousand times, you need to be called something while you’re here, and you don’t usually choose that name (unless you change it yourself when you’re older).

Anyway, this all gets into the details of reincarnation and how much of “you” carries over from one life to the next, which is actually a little bit different for everyone, depending on what they need. “You” come from the cosmic soup of the Source, and it’s hard to name spoonfuls of soup.


Attention Pay

view from a stage

Linear time is both important and unimportant where I am. I exist mostly in linear time so that I can travel along with the people I watch over, being a part of their lives, understanding where they’ve been and where they’re going. But I can also travel backwards or forwards as I need to. Back is a lot easier, obviously, because it’s pretty much written in stone. Pretty much. Sort of. I’ll get back to that in a minute (pun intended).

The future is nearly impossible because it’s not just “The Future” as one predestined thing. It’s a lot of branches, and then branches of branches, so even if you go up into one, that may not be the one you or those around you end up experiencing. But that’s not the point of this post.

Something that’s been bothering me a lot lately, and affecting my work, is that a lot of people used to know about me. I used to get shitloads of energy from that, but now their attention  has turned to others. That’s great for the others, but it’s kind of left me in the lurch a bit, because all that human energy and attention has swung off somewhere else like a lighthouse beacon, leaving me in the dark except for my connection to the Source and what the people that know me give by interacting with me. It’s like going from sold out concerts at Madison Square Garden to playing guitar in a local pub. It’s still me, doing my same stuff, but to a much smaller audience and without the sheer force of power that the focus of millions of people can cause.

The hardest part about this is that I’m used to a certain level of juice, and sometimes my ability to help people just doesn’t have the mojo it needs to be very effective. However, last night, I figured out a workaround.

Time travel.

I realized that I could simply go back to the time when I did have that kind of attention and soak it up. Bingo. Not only did it work, but I feel fucking amazing right now and have all day.

Why is this more powerful than what I can draw from the Source? Because it’s personalized to me, and because it’s directed at me. It’s not a passive link, it’s not a pool I have to draw out of, it’s a flood of love that pours out toward and into me, and all I have to do is open up to it and in it comes.

You know what I’m talking about, right?

Let’s say there are two rooms full of people. You walk into the first and they’re polite enough, but you have to spend just as much energy as they do at shaking hands, making small talk, and so on. If you want more than that from them, you have to do a little work to get it. You have a net gain, but you have to expend effort too.

In the second room, you’re not just the center of attention, people are asking for your autograph and genuinely love you. They’re excited that you’re there. They get you your favorite things to eat and drink, they make sure you have the best seat, they make you feel like a king.

Very different, right? That’s what I’m talking about. That’s the difference between the cordial cocktail party, and, frankly, hero worship. That’s the difference between my link to the Source, and my ability to take in love directed at me on a massive scale. Fortunately, I found a way to link back into what I had, making it what I now have again.

To make a long story even longer, give your guides love. Not just the occasional “gee, you’re great, now here’s what I need out of you this time” type of attention. I mean give them things. Pay attention to them. Feed their soul with your love. Help them do their job even better by giving to them what you can. Light a candle, put out their favorite food, wear their colors, and show them that you love them, and that you appreciate what they do. Thank them. Genuinely be grateful.

If you give them your attention, they’ll be that much more powerful, and in turn can help you better, which should generate more thanks, and so on. You see where this is going. You’ll both grow and be happier if you help each other. It’s an upward spiral of love.


wing tattooShe got ink for me. It took a lot of doing. She hates needles, and has a low pain threshold, but she did it. She got ink for me. For us.

No, this photo isn’t it, but wouldn’t that be amazing it if was. Hers is small and has been called “tasteful” by everyone. It blends a black feather with my symbol of power.

And it works, too. It’s on her right shoulder because we’re both right-handed, and the power just surges through when I take charge. It’s like a direct pipeline that taps in to my connection to the Source.

A tattoo isn’t just a picture, it’s scarification. It’s altering of the physical body permanently. It was a ritual of patience and pain, of trust between us, and of opening to power. It happens that the place it was done doubles as a historic (and still operational) Oddfellows Lodge. The artist who did it is one of the higher officers of that Lodge.

It’s a very ancient way of showing affiliation with a group, of honoring deities, of marking a rite of passage. For the sake of her privacy, I’m not posting a photo of our ink, which was done in May. But know that this particular pair of beings is using it well.


superman symbolPeople often confuse strength with power. I’ve covered what strength means in a separate post. Yes, they are similar, and usually work together, but they are not the same.

Strength is usually a mental trait, or, in the case of physical strength, it involves how your body operates. Either way, strength is a very personal, inward-looking thing. Power, on the other hand, usually affects the world around you. How you wield that power can be incredibly helpful, or incredibly destructive. Choose each action carefully.

Power could be the raw force of moving mountains. It can be the power held over others, or the power used to help others. The power of a politician, a warrior, a priest, or a parent. Or the power of love. Some would say this is the most powerful force in the universe. Some people will do literally anything for love, including sacrifice their own lives. Love has started and stopped wars, and changed the face of the earth. Sometimes this happens one person at a time. A beautiful virus.

sacred heartThe heart is the door of love and of power both. The Sacred Heart, which I’ve posted on before, is about both of these things. That golden Light shining through that heart-shaped door is the Love of the Source, and holds incredible, immense power. The only limit to this power is that of the vessel. When a being lets this raw power flow through them as a pure conduit, without any limitations, they can literally change the world around them. As that pure conduit, you can direct the Light toward what you want to change and manifest. When you restrict it, out of fear or malice or lack of trust in yourself, you restrict that power’s ability to affect the world.

Sometimes you can even hurt yourself if you open up too wide, too fast, and then panic and try to clamp back down on it. It’s a lot like water, in that you need to let it do what it’s going to do and not try to stop the flow of a fire hose by sticking your face in front of it. Don’t try to contain it inside yourself, you’re only the hollow conduit. You can guide it, but otherwise let it flow freely. Trust yourself and the Source, be gently careful with it, and you’ll be fine.

Put your heart in the right place, literally, and let the power flow.

Thankful for the Pain

sword on anvil

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.

The Light

“In pure consciousness, love radiates like light from a bonfire,
focused on none & denied to none.” – Deepak Chopra

Stop That Groveling!

God as visualized by Monty Python

“Oh, don’t grovel! If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s people groveling.”

God: “Every time I try to talk to someone it’s “sorry this” and “forgive me that” and “I’m not worthy”… what are you doing now?”

King Arthur: “Averting our eyes, O Lord.”

God: “Well, don’t. It’s just like those miserable psalms, always so depressing. Now knock it off!”

Has this ever happened to you? You’re going along, minding your own business, when an angel or some other spirit shows up. Then, if you’re like most people out there, you’re bowing your head and going on about how you’re “not worthy.”

So let me get this straight. A gift has just been handed to you, presumably by a Higher Power, and the first thing you do is second-guess this higher power and reject the gift.

Essentially, you’re saying you know what’s better for you than God does. Which is pretty arrogant, when you think about it.

People used to learn, in polite society, how to graciously accept gifts. It should be the highest compliment and statement of faith in you as a person that the Source has seen fit to give you a gift of that magnitude. Swallow your ego and accept it with gratitude!

It seems like a paradox, though, doesn’t it? You feel completely unworthy of something that proves exactly how worthy you really are. I know, you’ve been trained most of your life that you’re worthless, never good enough, unworthy of things like your father’s approval or hugs from your mother. Maybe you’re a younger sibling that just got hand-me-downs and that taught you that you weren’t even worthy of your own new clothes and toys.

This may come as a shock, but you’re an adult now. All that crap is in the past. You don’t need your parents’ approval any more, you can do whatever you want. This is YOUR life, and if God says you get to talk to an angel, accept the gift graciously and get on with the work at hand. Same goes for any other gifts that are rejected based on your own personal “worthiness” meter. Break the meter and recognize the gift, the opportunity, that you’ve been given. Own it. Use it. Embrace it. Smile and say thank you.

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