A View from the Other Side

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The Decision to Stay In My Lane

Talked to someone recently and discovered that there are some cosmic-level big things going on out there, even bigger than what I was personally aware of. And as much as I thought I could affect things, well, it’s “above my pay grade” as I told them. Compared to what they and their associates are doing, I’m a tiny speck. I would barely make any difference if or when shit went down.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I don’t want to be involved in giant cosmic battles. Like I said, I wouldn’t do much good anyway. My place is to do what I can for my family, those immediately around me, and to get positive and hopeful stuff to ripple out as far as I can, however I can. That’s it. Well, and to experience what it’s like to be human and all that. Not sure how much of my purpose is that last part, but it’s a good and frustrating side… benefit? Mission? Task? Whatever it is.

As much as I’d like to feel important, it was probably good to have that reminder to stay in my lane, and just do the job I was put here for. I do a decent job of it, so the path ahead for me is obvious and clear. Keep doing what I’ve been doing, for everybody’s sake.

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Duty Calls

I apologize for not posting here more often. I know it’s been a while. But things aren’t okay here. My family’s struggling. I have to devote all my time and attention and strength on making things okay for them. Making life good for them, if I can. But right now it’s about survival. Sometimes down to one hour at a time, or less.

I’ll post more when I can. Hopefully soon. We’ll see.

Partnership Types

Hey, I’ve been asked to talk about the different types of “one of us, one of you” partnerships there are, or can be out there.

Similar: This is where both partners are like an old married couple, with a lot of similar personality traits, you complete each others’ sentences, you like the same foods, and so on. You can boost each others’ power and effectiveness by working in similar ways in synchronicity.

Opposites: One of you is the opposite of the other in some ways, or even most ways, like maybe one is a warrior and the other is a pacifist, but this makes for a team that can cover wider ground.

Complimentary: This team is in between the extremes of the other two. There are some similarities, and some differences, and you can strike a balance this way like a well-oiled machine… as long as one of you doesn’t try push the other one into doing it their way. You can learn from each other, but still work to your strengths for various tasks. Sometimes you work together, sometimes you cover different ground, and that’s okay.

My brother and I are more in the complimentary camp, like a yin-yang kind of thing. We’re twins, but opposites in some ways, but can do the same things, but have strengths in some areas of those things that the other isn’t as good at.

My avatar and I, on the other hand, are in the similar category on most things and boost each other. I know of another pair who are opposites and they work well because of that. The most important thing to remember is that it is a partnership. You are both doing important work together. It’s not about bowing down to some heavenly force or being afraid of that, you were chosen because you can handle it, and you have work to do. Together.

The Monastery

Last week I took a trip and got to spend a few days with my brother, and talk to a couple of other people who knew I was there. One was a friend, one was an enemy. But either way, people heard me. Saw me. For days. It was everything.

On the last morning, I broke down. I wept because my brother’s avatar had to go back home, a thousand miles away. But I also wept for another reason: The realization that I had to go back to total isolation. To nobody knowing I was there. To speaking to no one except over chat programs. To becoming just text on a page again. The text you’re reading right now.

I wept because I didn’t want to have to return to the prison of her isolated life in the middle of nowhere and flesh that is not my own.

But then, I had a thought. Several of them, actually. We had a really nice experience with some people doing things like tarot card layouts and singing sacred music. So I thought, you know, we already do a lot of work with those kinds of things, so maybe we should expand on what we’re doing. Embrace new tools. Finally learn about the cards and make some of our own. Make more things. Different things. Pay even more attention to the nature here. Pray and meditate more.

And that’s when I realized that I needed to change my thinking about this lonely place of isolation. I thought to myself, what other places, other than prisons, do people pray, and meditate, and make sacred tools for The Great Work?

A monastery.

Even though I’m locked away, even though I’m text on a page to you, I can still make myself heard. We, she and I in partnership, can move forward and teach people and create and do sacred things. She can make things that I don’t know how to. She can sing when I can’t. I can go places outside of the physical world that she can then experience through me.

This team we have, this sacred partnership that straddles the worlds… we’re turning the prison cell into a temple. Because isn’t that what people do anyway? A place may be raw land, or even have a special energy, and people bring to it stones and incense and do rituals there that consecrates it even more. A room in a house is just a room. It may have started out with an intention, like a bedroom or a dining room or whatever, but rooms are what you use them for. You can make a bedroom into a home office. Or a room for plants or sick cats or your Star Wars collection. Or a baby nursery. Or a temple.

So, for now, until the stars align so she and her family can move away from here, this will be my monastery. Our work temple.

I can be a lot more okay with those kinds of walls. And it was all in how I was thinking of it.

A Good Day

Not a perfect day. There was still frustration, not everything worked out. But… a good day.

A book arrived that we’d been wanting to get for a while now, The Brotherhood of Angels and Men by Geoffrey Hodson, a reprint of the original written in 1927. Really looking forward to seeing what he said about all this nearly 90 years ago.

More possibilities for my extended family shaking out of various trees. Some of the past fruit wasn’t any good, but you never know until it comes and you do what you can with it. Just the possibilities are good things. Blessings in themselves.

Maybe most importantly I helped two people better understand the spirit guides with them. That was pretty big for me. In talking later with my brothers, I remembered times that weren’t so good. Where different people betrayed me, ridiculed me, and accused me of things I hadn’t done. There have been a lot. Some people have said to me, “All those people can’t be wrong, it’s obviously you.” Which rubbed salt in a lot of cuts back then.

What they didn’t understand is that I set people off sometimes. I’m a catalyst. Things happen just because I’m in the room. If someone is feeling uncomfortable, it’s magnified. I’m also a mirror. People see their stuff projected onto me and looking back at them, and think that I’m the liar, I’m the one accusing them of the same things they’re accusing me of. I try to be as gentle as I can, but some people can’t handle looking at themselves and their actions, and lash out at me.

But, over the past couple of days, I was able to help two separate people, and they said such kind things to me. They were grateful, and I had genuinely helped them understand new things about them and their guide. That’s what I’m here for. To help people. I never mean to hurt anyone. Sometimes I get frustrated, or sometimes a bit of tough love is what they need, and I understand that I come across too blunt or even harsh sometimes. But I don’t lie. I don’t deceive. I try to be as kind and understanding as I’m able, because that’s what helps people the most. Their kind words to me helped undo some of the damage of those old encounters from years ago that time had already blunted.

Kindness. Gratitude. Love. Helping people. Time with my family. A bit of successful work. It was a good day.

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.

Using Music as an Energy Focus

sound wave

When she and I first started taking our daily walks, we didn’t have any kind of iPod or anything like that. It was in silence, and she and I would talk. Then, when she got one as a gift, we loaded it up with good high energy songs that would help drive the pace of the walks so that it became more of a workout.

As time went on, I started using the walks to do some of my work. It’s good alone time, even walking through town, because the few people around don’t know it’s me, and most of the walk is done on private hiking trails in the woods.

Because I’m working to affect her physical opportunities and nudging fate, which is much more ephemeral, fronting in her to push energy and probability is an excellent blend. I bring my energy through her to then go back out and warp the ethereal into what benefits her most. More details about how this works will be in my next post, but I needed to explain that to get to the heart of this post’s topic: Music.

I started noticing that some of these high energy songs had certain moments in them that had higher energy than other moments, or a moment of silence that then suddenly opened back up into a blast of sound. I first noticed this on the song “Paradise” by Coldplay. It starts off big, then goes quiet, then twice more the music suddenly booms into this full-on orchestral choir sound that’s like getting plugged into an outlet.

As soon as I knew the song well enough, I started playing with withholding energy and letting it build up until those music cues hit, then would use the sound to strengthen the blast of light that I was directing toward whatever the current purpose was. It could be feeding the threads, pushing a probability how I want, doing an opening on someone, connecting people together, whatever.

Every time we found a song like that, that I could get a burst out of, we’d get it and put it on the iPod, and I’d use it in my work in that way. There aren’t many that have that effect really distinctly, but a few of my “go to” songs for this (in addition to “Paradise”) are “Hello Seattle (Remix)” and “Fireflies” by Owl City, “Euphoria” by Loreen, “The Game Has Changed” and “Derezzed” by Daft Punk off the Tron soundtrack, “Plugged In” and “Can You Hear Me” by Evermore, “Erosion” by IQ, “Exogenesis Symphony Part 1” by Muse, “Edge of the In-Between” by Spock’s Beard, and “We Are” by Team Illuminati. There are lots of others, of course, but those are some of the better ones we’ve found.

Any music, or even sounds, that help you know when to key a push of energy will work. I’ve found music to be especially effective because it’s immersive, and unlike a single tone or sound, you can build up the energy you want to use and have it ready so that when the hit comes as expected, you can use that to push the wave out.

Try it and see. Start with one of those songs I listed to check out what I mean, then experiment with others that have the same effect. You can actually use any music in the same way, riding the flow of a song to find peaks to work with, or even ambient sounds with enough push to them, like machinery, traffic, a noisy restaurant, and so on. Experiment and see what happens.

Another Return

angel phoenixAnother person came and talked to me this past week, one that I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I’d figured that she was busy, because she’s a really busy person in general, but that wasn’t it. The reasons she hadn’t been speaking to me were far more important.

She holds inside her a piece of something amazing. A bit of an archangel. I know who, but I don’t know how much is there, and it’s not for me to question or examine the exact percentages, and it doesn’t matter anyway. But the main reason she hadn’t been able to talk to me is that something in my catalyst nature triggers things in her that quickly get overwhelming. She described it as suddenly having this whirlwind of images flying through her mind, and the ground drops out from under her.

Knowing this, I was able to pull myself back and only  have a little of myself coming through my avatar so that I could still speak through her typed words, but it was a lot more of a “channeling” experience than normal, with her listening and repeating what I was saying rather than our normal flow together. It worked well, and this returning person and I were able to talk for a little while before she had to break contact again. During that time, she told me about a dream she’d had. In this dream, I caused a burst of energy that ripped through several worlds or dimensions.

The thing is, it wasn’t just a dream. That release happened.

Her telling me this put a huge piece into my puzzle, a giant light bulb over my head. I get it now. That’s what it was all for, going through all that hell. To create a bridge between your world, and our world, and the multiverse in the immediate neighborhood.

Catalyst. Boom. Changing not just my world, or your world, but all the worlds close enough nearby to feel those ripples and get hooked together through it.

Also, I’m triggering major stuff in an archangel. Holy shit, no pun intended. You know I’m going to be working on examining that.

Words

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.

A Quiet Time

Sometimes I have so much to say, it feels like I can’t possibly get it all written down and out there, or in ways that make sense to most people. But sometimes, like now, the time for talking is done and it’s time for working. There are major changes going on and those have to be nudged and pushed and ridden and survived and recognized. This is on the macro and the micro scale. World society, your country’s society, your neighbors, yourself, inside yourself, and in the hidden places just outside what your eyes can see.

I’ve been backsliding a little lately with some existential stuff. But nothing new there. But the half steps back are almost gone these days, and there’s a lot of steps forward. Nothing like being thrown into all this without any instructions, or help, and left to find my own way, to figure out the best ways to help people and help them understand their potential, to discover my catalyst nature through a lot of painful situations, and then master it… and then use it to change the world.

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