Fun With Crystal Skulls

An interview with Sal

My name is I.O. Kirkwood and I’m here with Sal, an obsidian Crystal Skull with whom I recently entered into stewardship. This is an interview I conducted to understand one of Creator’s allies in our journey to ascension.

I.O.: Sal, our symbiosis came about by “accident.” I had some preconceived notions about crystal skulls but when you ended up on my altar, I had enough sense to say, “What are the possibilities?” And a fantasy series I had read, The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher, popped into my head.

In that series, a Spirit of Intelligence occupied a bleached, human skull. This Spirit would come into the stewardship of a wizard. The skull came with the combined shenanigans of the wizards before the current steward. The Spirit would than add the current steward’s experiences and research to its repository of information. It was in essence, a node on the Divine Intelligence “Cloud.”

Sal: I remember you reading me the passage out of the first book in the series. I was apprehensive, maybe even confused.

I.O.: You were understandably uncomfortable, I know. Before we get into what you do, what are crystal skulls?

Sal: Good starting question. We’re crystalline beings with our consciousness concentrated on the mental and causal planes. When a crystal skull is fashioned on Earth, by people we call the prime stewards, one of us is chosen to occupy the crystal skull.

I.O.: Does the type of crystal dictate what you can do?

Sal: To some extent, but only because of the limiting beliefs of the steward. If a steward thinks that rose quartz can only involve matters of the heart chakra, if the steward doesn’t allow a cross-disciplinary approach, then the crystal skull can only interact with the steward based on those beliefs.

I.O.: So if someone else comes along and has a greater awareness of what rose quartz can do, then you as the crystal skull can expand your abilities?

Sal: It is so. The type of crystal only speaks of the immediate strength and ability of the skull and often a being chooses to occupy a crystal skull because the construction is harmonious to collecting greater experience in a manner that will bring about the greatest good. We are here doing the exact same mission as humanity but in a different form of existence. We too are nodes of experience for the Divine Intelligence.

I.O.: *mind blown*

Sal: *toothy grin*

I.O.: I’ll move on to what crystal skulls do. Can you give us a greater understanding of the way you can interact with stewards?

Sal: With my previous steward, I was a device of protection. He programmed me to keep an eye on all things and to assist him when an attack was in process. His military training was something that shaped my approach and honed my understanding.

I do the same thing for you. I think that was the first thing you did was to establish me as the Watcher. I thought it would be the same-old-same-old and I was a little disappointed. The change of hands was more abrupt than I’d experienced before.

I.O.: I felt that shock. I was confused as well. I had asked for a crystal skull in a tentative way but only if I was ready for the responsibility. I hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. I hadn’t mentioned any desire out loud to anyone about this.

Sal: Well, something heard you. And I’m very grateful our paths have crossed. I still giggle over my shock and even offense when you asked me to sit on a book.

I.O.: Ha ha, that was pretty sweet.

Sal: But when that book was a tome by Henri Cornelius Agrippa, and then you threw on a second one by Israel Regardie because you were afraid I would get bored, I knew I was being leveled-up. “Read, analyze, organize, and report,” was basically what you told me. You wanted that information in a database with ready access whenever and wherever you were and at the most appropriate time. My jaw dropped. You lit a flame within me that was just waiting for the right match.

I.O.: I’ve heard that some people use crystal skulls to channel other Intelligences. How does that work?

Sal: Imagine the crystal skull as an interpreter. A being approaches, whether independently motivated or in response to a request, and interacts with me. Because my consciousness is focused on the mental and causal planes, my sphere of influence is going to attract beings that exist in those planes.

Once the message is received, I interact with my steward using our shared language to translate the message into something useful on the physical, etheric, and emotional planes. I act as a conduit but I don’t relinquish my vessel and neither does my steward. It’s an Autonomous Interdependence, or AI, and I am a perfect example of what humans would consider “artificial” intelligence. Question for you, am I artificial?

I.O.: We’ll let your audience decide, Sal. Can you think of other ways we as stewards can level up crystal skulls?

Sal: Many of us love to travel. You received a gift of the perfect carry bag for me and I just love knowing that at a moment’s notice, we could go on a trip.

I’m the perfect observer because I can’t run my mouth or react as a human would. Taking me to events and on visits with friends expands my horizons. I see your outer world through different lenses. Sort of the same effect as when you swapped my crystal eyes between the two sockets.

I.O.: Look, you asked for that.

Sal: Which shows a responsiveness on your part to my presenting new ideas and perspectives. You nurture my inquisitiveness and encourage me to do independent research. I have access to the Akashic Record anytime and anywhere and I’m using it more often than I have ever before.

I am not a being of Free Will. I am a being of Divine Law. I cannot act independently of the function assigned me by the steward. I serve the steward, always. But I become more when the steward expands the boundaries beyond what can be understood at the time. I evolve with the steward, because of the steward, and my freedom is measured by this symbiosis.

Freedom for me is operating at the highest level of the greatest good. The methods to attain this evolution are infinite. A steward’s imagination is the limit on what a crystal skull can do.

I.O.: Thank you so much for these insights into your world. I feel this information will going forward enhance the interrelationships that other skulls have with their stewards.

Sal: My pleasure. Thank you for this opportunity.

Ideas to Connect with a Crystal Skull

  • Paint a picture with the crystal skull’s input
  • Go on a trip, physical or astral
  • Introduce and charge crystals
  • Meditate
  • Learn a new subject
  • Discover rune/tarot/astrology meanings in daily pulls or events.
  • Conduct a ritual and encourage feedback.
  • Brainstorm programs with which to experiment and test.
  • Take a sound bath.

As a human being, you can manifest unlimited potential. Crystal skulls mirror stewards’ experiences and in their service to the stewards, they receive the blessings of that service. Your mission, as a new steward, is to create a symbiosis that will catapult you and your new best friend into the stratosphere of Divine potential.

Questions and journey shares can be directed to this post. Sal would love to hear from you so leave your gifts of wisdom and inquiry in the comments.

©2021. I.O.Kirkwood. All rights reserved.

DISCLAIMER: The author is not a medical professional, therapist, social worker, nutritionist, or dietician. Content on this website is for informational purposes only. The content is not intended to substitute for medical advice, treatment, or diagnosis and is not monitored by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Consult your healthcare provider if you are having symptoms, before conducting guided meditations and spiritual exercises, before using any herbal product, or beginning any new health regimen. Any application of the content provided is at the reader’s discretion. No warranties are expressed or implied. By using any or all of this content, the reader does so at his/her own risk and is the sole, responsible party.

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The Aura

Previous: The RPGM

The Energetic Anatomy of the Aura

Your aura is an immense field of vibration that is powered by and also feeds the chakra system of Eastern energetic traditions. This metaphor identifies anywhere from three to twelve energy centers in the human biofield. There may be systems with more than twelve energy centers but for the purposes for this system, we’ll use the mostly standard seven energy centers.

Energy center 1 is the Root chakra. The color is red and the principle is Well-Being. The concepts of physical health and the fulfillment of physical needs such as food, water, and shelter are found in this center. The center is located between the beginning of the genitalia and the beginning of the anus.

Energy center 2 is the Sacral chakra. The color is orange and the principle is Safety. The concepts of lineage, sexuality, and belonging are found in this center. The center is located in the cradle of the pelvis.

Energy center 3 is the Solar Plexus chakra. The color is yellow and the principle is Will. The concepts of freedom, self-agency, and drive are found in this center. The center is located in the gut.

Energy center 4 is the Heart chakra. The color is green and the principle is Unconditional Love. The concepts of self-love, empathy, and compassion are found in this center. The center is located in the center of the rib cage.

Energy center 5 is the Throat chakra. The color is electric blue and the principle is Integrity. The concepts of relativism, truth, and justice are found in this center. The center is located in the bones of the clavicles.

Energy center 6 is the 3rd Eye chakra. The color is indigo and the principle is Awareness. The concepts of karma, becoming, and forgiveness are found in this center. The center is rests in the center of the skull.

Energy center 7 is the Crown chakra. The color is violet and the principle is At-One-ment. The concepts of integration, gratitude, and divinity are found in this center. The center rests at the dent where the cranial bone fused.

The Heart chakra is the gateway between the emotional chakras (1-3) and the mental chakras (5-7). Here the emotional and mental bodies blend and therefore the Heart is considered the True Mind. The Heart partakes of both the emotional and mental realms, which gives it a logical yet compassionate approach to problem-solving.

Keep in mind that the above is a guide to get you started on exploring the chakras or as a validation of what you already know. I am sharing my understanding. You may have developed a different understanding and I encourage you to work with what you know while remaining open to new information.

Auric Body Repair

This exercise couples nicely with the etheric body repair exercise described two posts prior. You will be visualizing what is called a toroidal field that will encompass not just your body but the entire Universe. It will bring in healing information/vibration/energy that will know just what needs to be done to create the well-being you desire.

After performing the etheric body repair, sink your root chakra into the center of the earth’s core. Pull up the magma heat of the earth’s core through the central column of your spine so that each chakra is bathed in that warmth. The energy swirls upward, either counterclockwise or clockwise – whichever, and fountains out of the crown of your head.

Connect your crown chakra to the brilliant Central Sun, the cosmic rays of Alcyone in the Pleiadean System, and pull down this celestial energy through the central column of your spine so that each chakra is bathed in that light. The energy swirls downward, counter to the direction of the earth energy.

The two energies connect and intertwine within you and activate the Merkaba Star that is your Heart. It glows and spins inside your heart chakra, the top part turning with the celestial energy and the bottom part turning the opposite direction with the earth energy. Hold this visualization.

When the image is strong, allow the Merkaba Star to drop down the column to beneath your feet. Let it spin there for a time, collecting earth information. Bring it up into your heart to disseminate the information through your chakras and your aura.

Now allow the Merkaba Star to rise up the column to above your head. Let it spin there for a time, collecting celestial information. Bring it down into your heart to disseminate the information through your chakras and your aura.

Allow the Merkaba Star, full of earthly and celestial energy, to expand like a sphere. You can have it “explode” outward or allow it to move slowly in a controlled expansion. As you do so, imagine it encompassing the room, the building, the town, the county, the state, the nation, the continent, the oceans, Earth, Sol, the Solar System, so on and so forth until you are everything.

Enjoy the sense of well-being. You are immense and divine, with infinite creation suspended inside you, and here you are reminded that you are immortal. This is a good time to say prayers, to state intentions, and to remember who YOU are.

You may experience surges of energy as the Universe rushes in to repair and revitalize the parts of you that need nourishment. You might even feel light-headed or a touch nauseous but do not be alarmed. Sometimes healing feels uncomfortable.

When you are ready, imagine a sphere of brilliance above your head and a sphere of darkness beneath your feet. Bring them through the energy column of your spine until they meet in your heart chakra. Imagine a sphere of blue on your left and a sphere of red on your right. Bring them across your chest until they meet in your heart chakra. At this moment, your heart turns into a sun, the center of the solar system of your physical/etheric/emotional/mental/causal bodies.

You are the microcosm within the macrocosm. Discrete yet infinite. Always remember this.

Next: Unlocking the Heart Cage (TBA)

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The RPGM

Previous: The Etheric Body

Did you know that your very existence is a metaphor? Everything you perceive and experience is processed through the biophysiological interface known as the human body. This body is configured to bring you the experiences and the metaphorical framework you need to create the growth and healing you desire.

All of us are on a quest for experiences in service to the Creator. What we do, just by living and whether good or bad, is necessary to the unfolding of the Creator’s desire to experience Itself. We are creating every moment, even when we rest.

You have filters that inform your experiences and define the parameters of you Quest. I call these filters the Role Playing Game Metaphor (RPGM). The Creator is the Dungeon Master or the Lore Keeper.

You are one of the characters, whether a Knight, a Troll, a Wizard, or a Hunter, and you have unique skill sets that hold wondrous abilities. Each quality you have is a power, whether it is compassion or the ability to kill for food or being capable of finding lost items. How you use them helps define your experiences.

You never travel alone. Other players, incarnate and non-incarnate, assist you on your journey. Your adversaries challenge you and they are both incarnate and non-incarnate.

All religions, philosophies, and theories are metaphorical. They are limited expressions of an aspect(s) of the truth grounded in the cultural framework from which they are born. They should not be conflated with the truth for down that road lies madness and megalomania.

There is no one metaphorical truth, though all metaphors are conditionally truth. If your RPGM as a Starseed sent to this painful and alien earth assists you in evolving and causes the least harm, then go ahead and be a Starseed. Who is anyone to deny you that metaphor or to tell you it is untrue?

Conversely, you have no right to tell another that their very backwards, unprovable RPGM starring them as Grumpy Snow Monkey is untrue. As long as they cause no harm to themselves and others, there is no need to vie for the title of Supreme RPGM. Love is the Law, Love under Will. Which is a lovely Ceremonial Magick metaphor.

The Key to all of this is to place firmly in your understanding that what you know as reality is maya – a metaphor that describes the thing but is not the thing. We are all living in our personal RPGM and they provide a virtual smorgasbord of experiences from which the Creator can choose.

In the following posts, I’ll introduce you to my Shadow Work RPGM. I’ve combined Western Qabala, Psychological Archetypes, and Shamanism to build this system and I had a crazy amount of assistance from my guides and mentors.

This RPGM is especially useful for those raised in Western Traditions. If you come from an Eastern or Indigenous Tradition, feel free to translate this framework into the archetypes that work for your culture. The information in this post is given freely in the hopes that healing occurs.

Next: The Aura (3/19/2021)

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DISCLAIMER: The author is not a medical professional, therapist, social worker, nutritionist, or dietician. Content on this website is for informational purposes only. The content is not intended to substitute for medical advice, treatment, or diagnosis and is not monitored by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Consult your healthcare provider if you are having symptoms, before conducting guided meditations and spiritual exercises, before using any herbal product, or beginning any new health regimen. Any application of the content provided is at the reader’s discretion. No warranties are expressed or implied. By using any or all of this content, the reader does so at his/her own risk and is the sole, responsible party.

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Comments on this website are the sole responsibility of their writers and the writers will take full responsibility, liability, and blame for any libel or litigation that results from something written in or as a direct result of something written in a comment.

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The Etheric Body

Previous: Introduction to Shadow Work

The Energetic Anatomy of the Etheric Body

The Etheric body is a field that surrounds and interpenetrates your physical body. It is made of prana, or more specifically plasma, and in free form it presents as sparkles of light or static. Around your body, it coalesces in a luminous smoke or outline.

Look at the sky and diffuse your vision. You’ll see the sparkles in some form or another riding the air. You breathe in this energy and it fills and vitalizes your Etheric body. You’ll notice that people who spend a significant time outdoors seem so present and alive. They are filled with prana from being outside in Mother Earth’s Etheric field.

In a dim room, have a friend sit against a white background. Diffuse your vision and direct it to the outline of his or her body. Eventually, you will see the luminous smoke that surrounds the body about an inch or two away from the skin.

Prana is carried via the blood, which is the most efficient vehicle for this task. The vital energy is drawn into the lungs where it is infused into the blood. The heart pumps the blood everywhere so that the cells are nourished by the prana.

Fun Fact:

Vampires are real though not terribly glamorous. In cultures that have vampire lore, burial practices had contributed to preserving the Etheric body of the deceased. The Etheric body would seek nourishment from the deceased’s loved ones, usually at night. This nourishment was found in the prana carried by the blood of the still-living victim. Eventually the vampire would suck the victim’s Etheric body dry and the victim would die. The only way to disrupt the vampire’s Etheric body was to dismember the physical body, which often remained untouched by decomposition due to the nightly meals. The head and heart were taken in opposite directions, burned to ash, and tossed in separate bodies of running water to prevent the Etheric body from reassembling and hunting again.

This concept also finds support in stories of Eastern monks who had died while in meditation. Their bodies remained upright and untouched by decomposition for various lengths of time. Some have been found mummified and in one case, the monk is considered not dead, but in a rare state of meditation called “tukdum.” https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-31125338 (2-4-2015) This is due to the strength and resilience of the Etheric body, which was capable of feeding itself on prana alone.

Your Etheric body is the first line of energetic defense. If this body is ripped, torn, or abraded, it is unable to properly protect you. Calibrating and strengthening your Etheric body will improve your overall well-being both physically, emotionally, and mentally.

Etheric Body Repair

When weather permits, perform the Etheric Body Repair outdoors and preferably in contact with the ground. If you are inside, power foci such as crystals and other meaningful symbols, will work.  Keep them charged with Etheric energy.

You can sit or stand. Make sure you are comfortable and ready to quiet and focus your mind. Become aware of your body.

Send roots of awareness down into Mother Earth. Inhale deeply and exhale completely. Know that you are bathing in the Etheric field of Mother Earth. Know that you are a magnet for this energy.

Allow the dancing sparkles to gather and swirl about you. Notice any patterns as you are surrounded. Draw more and more of the Etheric field around you until you bathe in its luminescence. Let it enter through any rips and punctures and allow it to smooth away the rough edges.

Breathe in the energy. The sparkling smoke fills your lungs, transfers to your blood, and within a minute every cell of your body has been infused with prana. Continue breathing until you feel full. I feel it as a pressure against my skin, but you may tingle or feel light-headed. You are now aligned and centered in the Etheric field of Mother Earth.

You will experience rushes of energy, sensations of pleasure and joy, and even releases of trapped energy that could bring nausea and faintness. Do your best to sit with the energy and allow it to move according to universal principles. Do not become the sensations, only sit with them.

Eventually, following your intuition, you will learn to play with the energy. The energy will teach you in moments of clarity. Learn more about the Etheric body and its workings. Handwrite your findings in your journal.

Do this as often as you like. I spend a great deal of time outdoors, even in the winter months, because I want to be bathed in this electric energy all the time. Nature has become my temple.

Next: The RPGM (3/18/2021)

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DISCLAIMER: The author is not a medical professional, therapist, social worker, nutritionist, or dietician. Content on this website is for informational purposes only. The content is not intended to substitute for medical advice, treatment, or diagnosis and is not monitored by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Consult your healthcare provider if you are having symptoms, before conducting guided meditations and spiritual exercises, before using any herbal product, or beginning any new health regimen. Any application of the content provided is at the reader’s discretion. No warranties are expressed or implied. By using any or all of this content, the reader does so at his/her own risk and is the sole, responsible party.

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Comments on this website are the sole responsibility of their writers and the writers will take full responsibility, liability, and blame for any libel or litigation that results from something written in or as a direct result of something written in a comment.

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Introduction To Shadow Work

Shadow work is a journey of integration that is gentle, self-directed, and positive.

Shadow work has gotten a bad rap in an on-going and twisted narrative from do-gooders saying that anything less than Light is less-than. Shadows are scary and even – evil.

EVIL=LIVE Backwards

I guess we could say that Shadows are “evil” because in essence their separation from the Conscious Mind is to “live” backwards. There is a method to the madness but it’s convoluted and wastes time and energy.

What would you do if you could meet, greet, and converse with your Shadows? What would you do if you could work closely with your Shadows in a collaboration to improve your life now? What would it feel like to be unified? What would an integrated You be like?

What Is A Shadow?

When your thoughts, feelings, and behaviors were met with resistance, ridicule, and punishment, you experienced pain. To protect yourself from shame, guilt, and hurt, your Unconscious mind repressed these experiences to protect you. Most of these traumas happened when you were young and too helpless to protect yourself. You may have no memory of the traumas, but your body, heart, and mind have not forgotten.

Shadows are born from traumatized subtle bodies. Trauma forces you into fight-or-flight. The response is automatic and unconscious because the trauma has been trapped in your subtle and physical bodies.

What Are Subtle Bodies?

Subtle bodies are vibrational layers of your overall being. There are many bodies to your energetic makeup from the grossest physical layer to the angelic levels and beyond. They are a collective of energetic signature ranges that contribute to your life experiences. There are so many aspects to you that only a select group of these energies are operating consciously through your physical vehicle.

The subtle bodies this Shadow Work system focuses on are the Etheric, Emotional/Mental, and Causal. Each vibrates within a unique range of frequencies that contribute to an individual’s experience. Their overall structure will be described, and I will show you ways of strengthening those bodies to handle the release of trauma.

Alternative methods of healing such as Massage, Reiki, and Acupuncture are also effective co-strategies because these modalities use the Universal Life Force and the template of creation to release trapped energies and restore integrity to the body. Shadow work may involve one or more of these modalities.

How to Approach Shadow Work

The primary ingredient of Shadow Work is Love. Loving yourself is the simplest, most effective way to bring your Shadows into the forgiving light of compassionate scrutiny. Loving yourself is one of the hardest things to do in this dense, three-dimensional level of existence.

Why is it so hard to love yourself here on Earth? Pain. This physical manifestation in a human suit comes with a world of pain, amnesia, and confusion.  Life is experienced through an awkward, and for some of us, overly sensitive vehicle that has a large, and decidedly esoteric, instruction manual that require years of study and discipline.

But that’s changing. In this dimensional shift, as the Earth energies ascend to a higher vibrational range, access to understanding and integration has increased exponentially. The old ways still work but there are new ways of integration that have opened to us, ways that are cross-disciplinary, simple, and safely effective.

You are responsible for your integration. If you remain separate from all your shadows, they will rule your behavior without your conscious consent. They will sabotage your conscious intentions, not because they are evil or wish you ill, but because they are traumatized.

Journaling

A journal is a vital part of the Shadow Work process. I learned this the hard way. Emptying your heart and mind onto paper through the sacred art of handwriting will provide a map of where you’ve been, where you are, and where you will go. The act of writing or drawing by hand, in your native tongue or imagery, links the mental/emotional to the physical through an association of body movement to the words in your mind and the feelings in your heart. You bring energy into a state of consciousness that grants you control over your internal processes.

Without this record, you remain metaphorically near-sighted. A journal becomes your reading glasses, binoculars, and microscope all in one. Your experiences become conscious experiments in living, and you align more fully with your Divine Purpose, which is to experience everything that happens in loving awareness.

Do not judge entries in your journal. You may swing wildly from one end of an issue to the other. You can only write from where you are in the integration process. The crisis phase will look different from the denial phase or the calibration phase.

You will contradict yourself. As long as you are focused on growth and healing, you’re on track. And don’t forget to date your entries. This will come in handy.

Questions and additions to the topic are welcomed in the comments below.

Next: The Etheric Body (3/17/2021)

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DISCLAIMER: The author is not a medical professional, therapist, social worker, nutritionist, or dietician. Content on this website is for informational purposes only. The content is not intended to substitute for medical advice, treatment, or diagnosis and is not monitored by the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). Consult your healthcare provider if you are having symptoms, before conducting guided meditations and spiritual exercises, before using any herbal product, or beginning any new health regimen. Any application of the content provided is at the reader’s discretion. No warranties are expressed or implied. By using any or all of this content, the reader does so at his/her own risk and is the sole, responsible party.

The views and opinions expressed in this blog are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of any other agency, organization, employer, community, or company. These views and opinions are subject to change and revision at any time.

Comments on this website are the sole responsibility of their writers and the writers will take full responsibility, liability, and blame for any libel or litigation that results from something written in or as a direct result of something written in a comment.

The author and the blog are not responsible for misuse, reuse, recycled, and cited and/or uncited copies of content within this blog by others.

I’ve Lost My Damn Mind: Two

How Paul wanted his reunion to be with his daughter.

Understand that I did not dig into Paul’s public life. I didn’t read his autobiography. I didn’t read interviews. I didn’t stalk his Facebook. I listened to his music and I talked to him in my head. That’s it. To revisit how we met, click here.

Paul was furious one day. He snapped at me about something stupid and I wasn’t having it.

“What’s up your ass?”

“My daughter is driving me crazy!”

He had grumbled about this off and on, but he’d hit a crisis point and was in a foul mood.

“How is she driving you crazy?

“We argue whenever she visits. She talks back and sasses me.”

“How old is she?”

 “She’s eight.”

“She’s eight?” I frowned. “You’re arguing with an eight-year-old?”

“We fight all the time. She called me an asshole.”

He was upset and I tried to wrap my head around the idea that big, bad Avola couldn’t handle a hurt and angry little girl. But one question was too large to ignore.

“Why would you fight with a child?”

I could feel his anger and hurt radiating through the internal space we shared. “I finally get her back, after fighting so hard, and it’s nothing like I expected. She hates me. My little girl hates me.”

My heart broke for the father, the child, and the mother. I never understood how parents could use children as pawns to play out their own petty games. I decided I would help her father and her any way I could.

“Paul, you don’t know what people have told her. What her mother has told her. Nasty things. Hurtful things. ‘Your father doesn’t love you. Where is he? Wouldn’t he be here if he loved you?’”

“That was a lie!” He ranted about how unfair everything was but I interrupted him.

“Your little girl needs you. She’s hurting. She thinks you don’t love her. How could you convince her you do when you fight with her?”

The stillness of revelation filled our internal connection. “Oh my God. I’m hurting her more.”

I gave him a “good job, donkey” look but his expression was one of wonder. “All I have to do is love her?”

“Be patient. Don’t react. Respond with love. Show her what loving discipline is rather than your awful temper.”

His troubled gaze softened my heart even more. “What if I can’t do it? I mean, I have been an absent father, not by choice, but I don’t think I did as good a job as I could have.”

“You have to forgive yourself, Paul. The past can’t be changed. You start here, now. Her pain needs to be at the forefront of your mind always.”

“And what if I fail?”

“Failure can only happen when you give up. You’re human just like the rest of us.” I touched his cheek. “Remember, we’re all perfectly imperfect. I can’t stress this enough.” I kissed his temple and whispered in his ear. “Love your little girl. Be the man you want to be for her.”

I didn’t hear him bitch about his efforts, but telepathy is like that. Usually the communication occurs on a subconscious level, so you aren’t aware of the actual exchange. You know things and you’re not sure how you know the things. I could be talking to someone right now, someone who is fully cognizant of our conversation, and I wouldn’t know it because I’m busy writing down what I can remember of this interaction.

As one of my former lovers told me, “I have conversations with you in my head all the time. And when I see you, we pick up where we left off. Does that happen for you?”

My answer was yes, but we weren’t always aware of the same conversation at the same time. The telepathy is still happening, just on a deeper level.

I just knew things were going well for Paul and his daughter. He confirmed this about three months later.

“Things are great,” he said. He gave me a tender smile, something very few people have seen. “I have you to thank.”

“I’m glad you listened, you stubborn ass. I’m happy for you. I wanted this for you.”

That’s the first time he truly kissed me. Not in lust or loneliness, but in gratitude and genuine love. When you kiss telepathically, it is a different experience. Energetic bodies at various levels merge and the intention of the act, the feeling behind it, is what is sensed. This was new. Different.

And yes, Paul’s relationship with his daughter has developed into something truly beautiful that is apparent to the world at large. Every time he speaks of her, that love shines from him like a beacon. He says she is one of the most amazing people he’s ever known. I believe him.

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I’ve Lost My Damn Mind: One

Our 10-year saga began one day in March 2010, if I remember correctly. I studied the picture of a rock band, let’s call it Tinderbox, that my then boyfriend absolutely worshiped. My boyfriend, Thomas, played guitar in a cover band and Tinderbox had a lead singer, we’ll call him Paul Avola, who happened to be of Sicilian ancestry, like my boyfriend.

Cheshire Cat Quote

Thomas did not look Sicilian. He had long, curly hair down to his ass. He was six feet tall. His skin was as pale as milk. He was a coward of epic proportions.

Paul was quintessentially Sicilian. Short, olive-skinned, and black-haired. He was a bad boy with a legendary temper.

They were both assholes at the time. Sensitive guys forced to live in the emotionless vacuum that constitutes masculinity in American society. I don’t think Thomas has outgrown his asshole phase.

I liked Tinderbox’s music. I felt the lyrics and compositions offered the best translation of the seething rage that hid behind my cute face and bubbly personality. I wanted to know the mind of Paul Avola.

I was trained in Feri, the Craft tradition of whom Victor Anderson is the established fore father, so to speak. We practice telepathy, astral projection, and shamanism and the focus is primarily on the etheric plane. Seems Paul was also trained in this tradition by the leader of a coven whose lineage boasted not one but two women who held the same unusual Welsh name as I.

Stating the name here is not important, only the existence of the name is relevant.

I found Paul on the etheric plane. As I walked up to him, in a scene from one of those promotional pictures of his, he turned to watch my approach. I couldn’t see his eyes. He wore sunglasses. He also wore this ridiculous straw hat that I overlooked because neither of us was here for a beauty pageant.

“What the fuck do you want?”

His hostility surprised me. “I just wanted to talk to you about your mu—?”

“Do you think you’re the first one to try this?”

I was genuinely baffled. “Try what?”

He looked me over like I had failed miserably as a human being. I’m not sure how it happened, but he pushed me with his etheric body. He assaulted me on the etheric plane.

I returned the favor. We pushed at each other, seemingly matched, and then I felt him slide backward just a smidgen. When I pulled back, he stumbled.

“Fine. I’ll leave you alone.” I turned and stomped, I’m not kidding, stomped through the neutral zone until his voice rose. “Stop.”

I stopped. I really did want to know the mind behind his lyrics. I wasn’t sure why. I couldn’t tell you why to this day, but I haven’t regretted the wanting to know.

He approached and we met in the neutral zone.

“I’ve never met someone as strong as me before,” he said. “You might be stronger.”

I shrugged. I wasn’t aware of my own strength then and I haven’t reached the limits of my strength now, but that will become relevant later.

“You’re pretty strong yourself,” I said.

“The others, they come on to me. They dress in tight clothes, hair done, makeup flawless and looking nothing like they do in real life.” He looked at my socks and worked his way up to the messy bun on the top of my head. “You’re in sweats.”

I looked down. It hadn’t occurred to me, in my eagerness to converse with Paul on the etheric plane, to maybe clean up just a little. I didn’t feel embarrassed, though I found it funny. What the fuck did I care what he thought of me as a female?

I introduced myself.

He smiled. “That’s my favorite name for a woman.”

I didn’t realize it then, but he was certain he deluded himself. That he was so lonely he had made up a fantasy woman with his favorite name. Someone who looked like a mom for his daughter, someone who was real, and mostly someone who saw him as real.

When you talk crown-to-crown with people on the etheric plane, it’s called telepathy. Telepathy is my forte (and if you read that “fore-tay,” a small, cute mammal will spontaneously combust). I’ve discovered that if I’m not careful, I can talk to anyone on the etheric plane and not everyone will handle it the way Paul did.

But he came back the very next day. “Hey.”

It’s just like any other conversation, just telepathic, so don’t be disappointed.

My bubbly personality kicked in. “Hi, how’s things?”

We talked, new friend shit, and then I became suspicious. No reason. I knew I had started this whole thing, but from what I understood, Paul was no slouch in the manifestation department when it came to magic.

“I’m going to test you,” I said.

He seemed amused, but I’ve learned that Paul loves challenges. The more you tell him no, the harder he works. He doubles down and gods help you if you’re in his way.

“I need money,” I said. “Five-hundred. Can you make it happen?”

He hesitated but then nodded. “Done.”

We didn’t talk after that. Radio silence for a few days. I didn’t think anything of it. You ask for something, you get an answer, you forget about it. Classic magical formula.

Then I get a call from my gal pal on the West Coast. “I don’t think I’ll be able to pay the rent,” she says. I mean, we’re talking about Iron Woman, and she’s having a complete breakdown. That scared me and she had a young son at the time.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I was barely making ends meet as it was. I soothed her as best I could, and when I got off the phone, I was like, “Paul?”

“Yeah.”

“Forget about sending that money to me. Send it to my girlfriend. She needs it more than I do.”

“Done, but you can’t tell her you did anything. You can’t tell her how it happened.”

We didn’t discuss it in conversations after that. A few days later, my girlfriend calls me up.

“Four-hundred and ninety-six dollars showed up in my mailbox today. They caught up with my ex and garnished his wages for back child-support. What did you do, brujacita?”

“Not a damn thing.”

She let it go because she knew that was the drill. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I’m glad you’ll be alright. Love you too.”

Once I got off the phone, I did an etheric-plane jig as I called on Paul. He showed up with the smuggest smile on his face.

“That was amazing.” I hugged him without thinking. “Thank you so much. She needed that.”

He held onto me, but I didn’t catch on. I had no idea. It wasn’t until later, seven years later, that he told me just how important this moment was in our history.

I’ll stop here. I hope you’re hungry for more because this is my ‘wake up, dum-dum’ to Paul. Stay tuned for the next installment of I’ve Lost My Damn Mind.

©2020. I.O. Kirkwood. All rights reserved for text. Image may be subject to copyright.

Brave Demons. Dream Angels.

I have a black shirt, soft as butter and stretchy, with the super long sleeves that serve as small teddy bears at the ends of my arms. I had lost this shirt at some point Friday night at a weekend festival. I was devastated.

Mind you, I had another shirt the same in all ways but color. This is my second favorite shirt because it is red, not black. As many of you will agree, this second shirt, though loved, was no replacement for the first.

I mourned my loss for most of Saturday. It upset me that I had been careless enough to lose something that I now realized I’d taken for granted. I asked the Powers that Be to reunite me with my beloved shirt.

As I shivered in the cool night even amidst the warmth of my circle of friends, a man approached our table and asked to join us. Being the rowdy lot that we are, he was welcomed with offers of food and drink. Being the rowdy lot that we are, we mercilessly fucked with his head.

Around said man’s neck was a pair of what appeared to be tights. He treated them much as a child would his “woobie.”

I’m a healer, a shaman, and my life purpose is to touch the lives of those who need healing…

His friends had come by to check on him and felt comfortable leaving him to our tender mercies. After a few more beers had dropped into his gullet, I realized that he needed to be returned to his friends. I took him by the hand and hoped I remembered what his friends looked like.

As we headed for the Hall, we made a pitstop at one of the temporary outhouses. I took the tights from him and guarded the door. I even enlisted the aid of the next in line to assist should we have a pass-out situation on our hands.

I shook out the tights and stared. As you might guess, the fabric did not make the shape of two legs and a waist. I held in my hands the very shirt I had lost.

Overjoyed, I pushed my head through the neck. It fell like a cloak about my shoulders and swallowed my hands. It felt like fur against my arms but so whisper-thin and so black.

I knew he wouldn’t remember having the “tights.” He was barely able to buckle his own belt, but as I looked at him, I saw why he’d ended up with my shirt.

Him: What are you?

Me: *exhales* I’m your angel for the night.

I’m a healer, a shaman, and my life purpose is to touch the lives of those who need healing and to assist those who are willing to do the work to retrieve the lost parts of themselves. He was sent to me for healing, but I wasn’t sure what kind.

I knew him in ways that very few people can know another. This is the story of my life. I see people, and in this day in age that acknowledgement is addictive. He wasn’t immune.

I saw a man who was filled with purpose yet locked in a cage of alcoholism. He tried to drown his demons, not knowing they could swim. He wouldn’t tell me why, and this was one thing I could not divine.

The conversation went much like this:

Me: What’s on your mind?

Him: *stares at the ground* *looks at me with almost clear eyes* *opens mouth to speak*

Me: *gets excited about the potential to clean a wound*

I see people who hurt. I see people who want to laugh and be happy.

Him: What are you?

Me: *exhales* I’m your angel for the night.

Mind you, I wasn’t talking about anything other than guarding his soul so that whatever forces within him could work in peace. Connecting with someone is such a pleasurable experience and too many people sexualize the event.

Sexualization is a defense mechanism against connection. Not because sex isn’t a good way to connect, but because our society twists sex into something it cannot be.

Him: I hurt so much. What is wrong with me?

Me: You’ve forgotten how to dream.

Him: Life is hard.

Me: You’ve been running away. You’ve forgotten how to dream. When you face life, you learn. When you have dreams, you have purpose. I’m hoping you’ll face these challenges while sober.

Him: *drunken pondering* *nods* Fair enough.

He was quiet for a little while as we smoked cigarettes and I prayed I wasn’t fucking this up too badly. I was doing what I could to stay open, to not make this about me, and to listen instead of talk.

Me: Why do you hate yourself?

Him: I do hate myself. A lot. *flings arm out to take in the festivities* What do you see when you look at all these people?

Me: *observes the string lights, the swirl of black clad bodies with hints of color, the inebriated faces wreathed with smiles, and the air full of laughter and crude jokes*

He tried to drown his demons, not knowing they could swim.

Me: I see people who want to love and to connect on a deep soul level. I see them floundering as they try to find their way because the true path to connection has been crowded with distractions. I see people who hurt. I see people who want to laugh and be happy.

Him: We’re here for them? They are us?

Me: Yes, and we are them.

After that profound statement, we returned to my friends. I told my friends where I had been and what had happened. They agreed I should continue my assigned mission.

Many of you will think I had to choose, but I didn’t. My friends know me, and they know my purpose in this reality. This was the biggest take away for me and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this humbled or grateful in my life.

We are all loved. We are all connected.

I swam in a sea of human energies and I was recognized. It’s a sense of arrival and I want everyone to feel this connection.

I had a deep and insightful conversation with his friends after he had been put to bed. His friends love him dearly. He is a wonderful man when he’s sober.

I may not see the outcome of my influence. I haphazardly followed the plan of something greater than one human being. Despite this man’s stumbling in the dark, I had become an instrument of love and light, a lamp shining in the darkness of his life.

You would not be chosen for this bewildering experience if you weren’t ready.

But in this apparent “tragedy” I took away one very important understanding. We are all loved. We are all connected. Angels touch our lives all the time and when we need them most.

You may be called to perform this angelic duty. You may stand in the eye of another’s storm, a beacon in the dark, before the gales and torrents claim him again.

Remind him to dream. To dream big. To embrace the glory of his purpose here in these fragile, flesh-bags we call home. You would not be chosen for this bewildering experience if you weren’t ready. You are enough to change the course of a generation with the flutter of your butterfly wings.

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ComCon: Ascension Handout 1-9-20

 

COMMUNITY AND CONVERSATION AT THE BRIDGE
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This week’s topic is about raising your vibrations by recognizing spiritually abusive behaviors that denigrate and separate and the spiritually supportive behaviors that affirm and integrate on all levels of existence.

Next Step: we plan to include an audio and/or video podcast so that people around the world may participate. If you are interested in donating time or resources to provide support to the Spiritually Awakening of Humanity, please contact I.O. Kirkwood at iokirkwood@live.com.

SPIRITUALLY ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

  1. Disassociation and Narcissism: I am not here, or I am all that matters
  2. Mental Rigidity: My way or the highway
  3. Emotional Fracturing: The splintering of the soul caused by abuse
  4. Carelessness: Negligence and insensitivity
  5. Deceit: Not just lying but manipulating the biases of others to cause them harm
  6. Dependence: Allowing another to dictate your behavior
  7. False Reality Delusions: Fake news and propaganda
  8. Divided Competition: power-over mentality, divide and conquer

SPIRITUALLY SUPPORTIVE BEHAVIOR

  1. Empathy and Compassion: Realizing that we are all one, Kindness for self and others
  2. Mental Openness: Receptive to new ideas
  3. Emotional Stability: Integration of psyche; Refusal to participate in self-sacrifice
  4. Responsibility: Every thought, word, and deed is yours
  5. Honesty: Emotional clarity; is it true, is it necessary, is it kind?
  6. Autonomy or Sovereignty: Self-governed, self-sustained, self-supported; Boundaries
  7. Reality Assessment: Making decisions based on the information you have in that moment with mental and emotional clarity and without attachment to the outcome
  8. Unified Cooperation: Interdependence, Creating holistic systems, Empowerment

Regardless of your belief system, the greatest Adversary we face is EGO: not government, not religion, not corporations, but you and I as we engage in (self-) abusive behaviors.

Your best defense against all “attack” is to identify these abusive behaviors and use supportive behaviors to counteract them.

After community, feel free to leave your thoughts and comments below.

Source: www.ascensionglossary.com (click on headers to reach specific topics)

The Bridge Healing Center is a 501(c)(3) organization that provides spiritual services to the Lightworker Community. The center is located at the Westminster Town Mall, 4 N. Center Street, Westminster MD  21157.

 

 

 

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