Beings of Light:Angels, Fey Folk, etc

[Angaridatha]

LOL I remember what that was like.

Well, we can talk as much as you want about being beings of light.

[Angaridatha]

The handy thing about awakening that I will tell you right now is that at first it's really frustrating, things will seem similar and correct but you won't exactly remember much. However, the longer you're awake, the more clues people give you, and the more you recall.

It's like having to find a bunch of silver keys to the doors in your mind, and these keys are held by people, songs, material things, practices, and a variety of other things. You'll have lots of little rushes of info.

And lots of impulses that you might not understand at first. Just try not to charm too many people.

[Angaridatha]

You have to realize as well that I'm not the expert on faes. Indeed, J knows a hell of a lot more about being fae than I do...he's also been awake longer. But I do know being light from experience.

Here's what I feel being light is in a nutshell.
You will feel the inexplicable need to do good things. Your conscience is a killer. Guilt trips abound. It's not a bad thing though, because being old and light is really quite a feat. It's easy to fall to the dark.

Some of the nice things about being light- it's hard to get depressed if you're awake, know who you are, feel the light actively. You always have that fallback that things are not permanent, that you are here to learn and demonstrate the light, and you will return to the summerland.

All light entities reside in the summerland, which you might have visited. They reside there permanently unless they are sent on a mission. This astral plane consists of a few buildings that I have visited fairly frequently, with varying degrees of success, including towers, a great statue of the goddess, gardens, an amphitheatre (which I have only visited once) and a massive library where the blueprints for each individual life are kept, as well as all records and all knowledge known. Fascinating place, except for the random bird thingys that look at you funny. Now, I'm not sure if all these buildings are on the same plane that we reside on. But I get the feeling that at least some of them are.

The beautiful thing about this summerland is that it is absolutely permeated by the light of the god/dess. Nothing natural can be destroyed, but everything is created by thought visualization. Naturally, when you are not trapped in a body, you have no need for restraints, and can use all of your innate powers to their fullest, whether you are a human or another entity.

Speaking of humans, the special thing about humans is that they have a choice when they die to go through the dark or the light door. This is where the idea "go towards the light" comes from. Angels, faes, and various other entities also have this choice, but rarely exercise it. On the other hand, it is difficult to find a human that is purely light or dark. By their nature, they will be varying shades of grey. Some are very light and some are very dark, but all have experienced one or two lifetimes of the other side. Sometimes beings like you and me (of light) have not. I have formulated theories, but I'm not sure if this is true of all light beings or if it is true of most, or few; I do know that I have not experienced a dark life. To embrace the dark for me would be to fall as a nephilim, a dark angel, and with my position in the hierarchy that would be devastating; I would most likely lose my position and it would be difficult to return to the light. Not sure how it goes for the fae folk.

Another not quite so handy thing for we light beings is that it is not necessary that we awaken to do our missions. Just being is often sufficient enough. We feel the call to do light things and help, and sometimes even to guide greys to the light without being awakened. Also, we work various things subconsciously without realizing it when we sleep, such as attending meetings with our guides and colleagues, arranging things, resting up, etc. Have you ever awoken and felt not only totally reenergized but totally ready to go do good in the world? A night wandering around the gardens will do that to you.

Anyway, there are other things, I'm going to wander around the board and think some more before coming back so this post doesn't get too long.

[Angaridatha]

Ok, I'm back and I've just spent the last half hour talking to erin, she's a sweetie. More about light beings.

I'm just tossing random things out there that I've learned, by the way, I hope it helps bring back some stuff that rings true to you, jen. And possibly to some others, it's not all light specific because I'm doing lots of relating to other types of beings.

Some of the not quite so good things about being light. I think I mentioned that it is difficult to awaken. Yes, that's a thing I keep coming back to. Other entities (and a few that I can think of off the bat) have incredible powers of awakening and can access most of their memory close to the time they awaken, but at least angels (and I'm fairly certain other light entities) sometimes have quite a time with recalling their details. It often takes years to come to a point where you feel comfortable with really feeling like knowing what you are, depending on who is around you, if you have a mentor or another non-human entity you can bounce off of, or another old lighter grey human. If you are supposed to awaken fully, the circumstances will be conducive to that, for example all of us in this little area right here (which is totally improbable).

Also, there are a lot of restrictions with the light. Being completely light is very very difficult. Resisting temptation to harm people, to send out negative energy, etc. Like I said, we're not perfect by any means, but our creed is not unlike wicca, and being light requires a fair amount of devotion, patience, and some degree of order. Order and light are not sinonimous, as you will find out jen, being fae you will probably appreciate chaos a lot more than I will, being angelic. But there is a huge difference between true chaos and merely being a bit chaotic.

The most obvious thing about being a light is that you will always feel the call to help everyone. This is sometimes draining, as it involves giving of ourselves...(some of us are more used to sacrifice than others...groans at own purpose and then continues to ramble) Being light comes with its own moral code not unlike that of wicca. The restrictions in wicca are very close to those of the light. But anyway, people and things will often tug at your heartstrings, especially the lost, whether they are lost here in this world or across the astral planes.

Random calls to the grey entities. Now, there's nothing really wrong with being a grey entity unless you're lost. When you're light and meet a random lost, you feel an immense need to help them to the light. If you've ever dreamt/astral traveled to an area full of greys and felt the hopelessness there (particularly right before the two gates, an area that could rightfully be called purgatory, I suppose) you feel the inexplicable need to call them to the light.

Usually beings of the light and the dark that incarnate here are meant to do something specific to keep the balance, or to participate in the great war. Now, we've discussed (some of the other beings and I) the implications of this war, what we can remember of it, where it's going. Basically it's the constant conflict between the light and the dark, embodied in even the godhead itself. Conflict, keeping the balance, whatever you'd like to call it. Either way, there are dark and light beings here on this plane and on others that are unknowingly (or sometimes knowingly) fighting in the great war in their own little way. Sometimes the best way to fight is just by being. A great dark or a great light being is revered by those younger and those grey. That is the way of things. Old beings command conscious and unconscious respect, even from those who might not otherwise respect them for any other reason. Great power, things terrible and things compassionate, always commands respect from all entities. Power is the universal language. Thus, if you are an old white, or a very pure white, people will idealize you. As with an old or very pure dark.

In this way many people fight the war. There are very few powerful greys, simply because it's hard to not sway to the light or the dark. Those powerful grey beings are often seen as dangerous by those who are either light or dark because they have no given allegiance except to those single beings that they personally choose. Many greys can be bought for the right price to fight for either side in general, even though entities of all types take care of their own. Lights or darks usually are bound to allegiance, unless they choose to take a life where they do not take orders from their superiors, which is possible. I need to meditate more on this possibility, since I have met a few entities in particular that have chosen to ignore certain orders, myself included, and I do not know enough about the process to speak on it.

All entities come into life with a purpose, even if that purpose is just to be.

This is just a smidgeon of what I've discovered, rather what I theorize about the way things are. I'm sure I'll tweak things later...I've only been awake for a year. But there are certain things that I know to be true...for example, I have visited the library multiple times. It exists. I have visited the purgatory area to try and help the entities there, and I know they exist. The longer you are awake or if you are a human entity, the more you meditate, the more keys you will find and the clearer your answers will become. (and when you get me in person I'm sure I'll ramble more).

[themightyjenjen]

Wow- so you did help quite a bit, I began scanning over my life and I see the little bits of hints - I guess I could call them. When I was a very young child (3 years or so) I was obessed with things that no one could understand, for example two movies: Labrynith and Legends. I was enthralled to lay out and stare at the stars sure of some truth they wanted to tell me but I simply could not understand the language. I became more entranced with Ancient Egypt, having vivid and bizarre dreams of Cobras biting my throat, and mummies under the bed. Once I am sure of it a hand grabbed my bed- I had awoken because the window had been opened and it was too chilly for it to be, but as I went to get up my cat aoke, arched her back and hissed I layed back just as a huge hand grabbed the padded rail of my little water bed. I stayed awake and stone still until sunrise,and the hand print was still there.
I let all of this fade through elementary- and part of middle school, and having awakened very quickly I felt as though I never really inhabited the body of that person I was before. I could recall certain memories but that part of me was very much detached and ignorant.
I went to a place in my dreams in elementary school though, the only thing that really stayed with me. In these dreams there was a boy who always stood beside me, always was there, even when no one else was. At the time I always considered him my 'dream lover' although nothing happened in the dream to consider him a lover. But even those dreams faded- then after a series of strange nights- the one I remember the best. Once again I woke up because my windows were open, this was in a new house ( the one in South Amana- the one I later had such trouble with angery spirits) My bed was facing the windows, I had sheer white curtains. The warm wind was causing these moon-light drenched curtains to billow toards me. The whole room seemed filled with a white glow- I remembered the windows being shut as I went to bed, but now they were open, I went to them, the curtains blew up and over me, like they were trying to embrace me. I felt no fear, only a tingle of excitment- I didn't feel alone by all means, it was like a silent party was going on in my room, I looked out the windows into the night, the bright moon flooded the yard with light, however it was too high for me to see- in the distance I saw the most amazing lightening storm headed my way, I stood there transfixed on these red tinged clouds and purple lightening rolling toward me on the horizon, I smiled and I felt the thunder rumble...
After I had moved my bed to the corner of my room, so that the head board was against the wall of the windows, I once again was awoken because the windows had be opened. I got up- chilled and shut them, causing the happy dancing curtians to flatten- i went and got a drink- and came back to the room, I felt like I wasn't alone again- however this time it wasn't a party- It was just one being, I looked across the room, to the opposite corner on the wall with the windows, and right before my eyes came the outline of a man, no feet, no legs, just the torso and head, a perfect picture of white light. I realized what was happening and pancked "You are scaring me, please stop." I said aloud and calmly. Before the whole phrase left my lips he was gone. I fell asleep very quickly- and this is where I saw the buidling....

[themightyjenjen]

I was on a bus, a little girl behind me- I never really saw her just felt the presense... the guide on the bus told us we were coming up on a Belgum ( don't know if I am spelling that right- like the waffles...) Church. I strained to see it- there were thick pine trees in the way, I could see the brick though- big sandstone bricks- when the bus stopped I jumped out and ran to the church- the door was hidden but I found it- it was a simple arched door- painted bright red, with a lop sided wooden sign on it, with a crudley painted "God is here" on it. I went in, and immediatly felt this awesome presence, I fell to my knees and the girl behind me did too. In this entrance, the carpet was bright red, and there were stacks of books, and gilded treasures heaped everywhere, old paintings in the frames covering the walls- and some desks and book shelves. After I prayed to the presense, I turned to my right and walked the wide hall and down some stairs into a huge round room- complete with gilded domed ceiling, with painting and lighting- in the middle of this sunk red carpeted floor was a shining black grand piano. All around were the heaped books, old painting, and gilded treasures heaped. Behind me I heard the door open, and I ran to hide behind a desk- but the boy had seen me- this boy was my age of course- and I was 11 or 12. He was carrying firewood, I gave up my hiding place and made excuses for my being there. He ignored me, walked past and lit a fire in the huge fire place to the right of the piano. He then went to the piano bench, sat down and began playing. I walked up behind him and crossed my arms in front of his chest to hug him- thinking that if he was the ghost in my room, he wouldn't have a heart beat, and as I thought that a clear steady heart beat came from his chest. I looked at his dark shiny hair,-
I sat on the bench facing opposite him, and realized I had gum in my mouth- I got back up went to the fire and threw it in- and on walking back I bumped into an sarcofogis ( can't spell think egyptian coffin) the lid shifted and my perspective was drawn inside the coffin to the mummy inside- then back out to my body. Someone was screaming "Wake up Josiah! Wake up Josiah!"- I went and sat back at the piano bench facing the opposite as the boy, he turned and held me, leaning me back jsut a little, I looked at his face, and in his eyes, they were the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever imagined. Then he kissed me very softly. and as I woke up I still felt his warm lips on mine. I didn't want to open my eyes, but I was fully awake, and the sun was shining in- I knew that dream was from the enitiy in the corner, I rushed to right every little detail down. and I had never thought to keep a dream log before.
I now understand that enitiy to be one of my spirit guides, and I call him Josiah. I assumed that the boy I saw in my dream was him, and I associated that boy with my previous dreams of a "dream lover"- seven years later however I met the carbon copy of that boy in real life. Every hair is the same, the eyes are the same, what it means I have no idea.

I have had recuring places in dreams,
a certian house, or building... I will recognize it from a dream I had long ago and know what rooms are which- etc...

Also- the exterior of that church I later saw in Marengo- however I didn't go in...

[themightyjenjen]

I also though of the people or creatures I have met, and prophecies I have been given... and it seems as though I was awoken to my nature- simply ingorant of *what* I was- I am now only partially understanding of what I am- but we can yak about that later. I remeber being so happy all the time in those years, I would fall into deep meditation with my stones. Laying on my bed bathed in sunlight- just meditating on my breath. Nothing at school really phased me- I let it pass and reminded others that high school is only four short years in the greater scheme of life, and to take it for what it was. I was completely grounded even though I look back a see myself floating through the halls. I saw the goodness in everysingle person- no matter how they acted.
I think that what I was missing was the ability to see the greys and the dark in the universe. Now I see and understand the need for all forms of polarity.
However- my need to help people I have learned to shut off at times. I will do whatever I have to to help anyone achieve their potential- anyting- but as soon as they give me any indication they don't want to be helped I cut the cord that binds us and I move on. Understanding that whatever I gave to them they can use when the time is right. However with the people I love- sometimes helping them becomes an obession- and I feel horrible when I just can't help them- I see what is to come for them- the harsh lessons they could have avoided and I want to save them from it- but realize they need it to grow.
My friend Bri for example- has lost her freaking mind- she is a healer- a wonderful healer, and a medium to boot. But she has taken to defining herself with lies- half because she doesn't think being who she is is good enough, and half because her mother doesn't think her daughter being herself is good enough... and when the situation got too perverse I simply cut off our friendship. And from what Brie recently emailed me- she is trying to rewrite her childhood based on these new lies. And trying to get me to believe it. I want so badly to help her- I know she is meant for a great purpose- she has such amazing gifts- but she is of no use to herself or the universe trying to live a lie.
So yeah I am feeling this struggle to help all and not have guilt trips when I simply can't.

[Angaridatha]

Well part of the key is in knowing that there are some people you just can't help.

First, the people who leech off of you.
Secondly, the people who don't want your help.
Third, the people who are hopeless causes even with your help because they aren't trying.

There are many other subdivisions, but you get the picture. I've learned to leave a lot of them alone, painful as it is.

[Angaridatha]

And unfortunately a lot of times the desire to help bites you in the ass.