Carol has quietly maintained that Sylphs are
angels. I've always put her claim in the 'wait and
see' file until a couple of days ago, when I read an
email from Francie, the new (to us) psychic in
Massachusetts. It's funny how you can listen to the
same story for years but it only makes sense, much
later.
If Sylphs are angels and are giving us observable
signs of their presence on a regular basis that
would qualify as evidence that humanity has reached
a new stage of development. Anyone can see them, I
think, even perhaps the people who were unable to
see chemtrails until very recently.
I asked Francie to post about her 'initiation'
experience but she'll decide whether it's
appropriate, but it involved an angel and
elementals.
One of the alpha-female Theosophists in our area,
whom Carol has known for a lot of years, claims to
be an expert on the subject of angels. She had
hosted Danion Brikley, seven years ago, which is why
I wasn't keen to go to Danion's lecture but Danion
makes fun of newagers, so I'm glad I went and met
him
. The pained look on this controlling gal's face
during his lecture was pretty gratifying, too.
Carol, who has always been a lot more tolerant of
Theosophy proselytizers than I am, went to one of
her weekend newage angel workshops, long ago, and
was disappointed that she didn't see any angels or
evidence of angels during the course of the weekend,
even during the guided meditations. After she got
home, she asked for a sign of angels' existence and
she was apparently visited by one and experienced
exquisite, powerful love from the entity.
She's always said that this is exactly what she
feels from the Sylphs.
Both Carol and Francie mentioned seeing wings. The
rational mind suggests that birds have gargantuan
pectoral muscles that make it possible for them to
use their wings to fly. A humanoid with wings would
have pectoral muscles the size of barrels, even if
the wing appendages were adapted arms and hands, as
birds' and bats' are. Etheric entities don't depend
on 3D propulsion technology, of course, so I've
assumed that the wings are more symbolic, just like
Al Bielek's assigning of the name, 'Wingmakers,' to
The Operators who apparently travel through time to
help us prevent humanity from turning into a species
of witless slobs in coming centuries. The
significance of 'wings' is certainly not lost on me,
especially since I've always craved to fly up from
my confinement to the earth.
I've only ever experienced etheric entities who are
formless, in my perception, but I've always
suspected that people who clearly see fairies and
angels as 'traditional' images are given or are
assigning these image impressions mainly because
it's easier for most people to accept the images
than to see them as balls or other shapes of energy
fields in various colors. I've only ever seen
elementals as shimmery fields, like heat distortion
of distant objects on a hot day. Of course, the
shimmers affect objects nearby and it's happened for
me on cold as well as on hot days. It's happened
rarely, by the way
Also, the power of suggestion, even to ourselves,
can be pretty daunting. When the grandmother of
Carol's former husband had died, for instance, she
showed up as a young woman right after that. Carol
said that period of the woman's life was her
happiest, so she chose that countenance for her
afterlife. I think I'm going to show up as an old
man after I die because I get happier every year.
When Carol went to Hawaii the first time, she saw
dark little entities with tall yellow hats, which
she later identified as identical to the tall,
yellow ceremonial hats that Hawaiian kings used to
wear. I mention this because it seems to me
that Carol was not conditioned to see them that way
simply because she'd never learned about these.
When she showed the entities to her travelling
companion, Linda, who also sees this stuff, she
said, 'Oh, those are the Menehune--local
elementals.'
She and I heard the elementals crashing through the
bush on South Andros Island in the Bahamas, when we
were giifting the blue holes there. They sounded to
me like running horses but the bush on S Andros is
so thick and tangled that you can't even walk
through it. She said they looked just like the
locals depict them. I forgot what they're called but
Carol said the orgonite made them very happy and
pleasant. They were very unhappy, before, because
the locals dislike and fear them.
She told me that on her first visit to Hawaii she
also saw Pele, whom she said is an extremely large
elemental guardian of the volcanoes on Hawaii.
Enough of the locals still love Pele, apparently,
that the entity was happy. On her next visit, she
took some special orgonite (she put in some very
specific stones but I don't recall what they were)
to Pele at Kilauea's crater, which is where she told
me Pele likes to hang out. I think that people who
translate ethnic names for important earth entities
as 'gods' often miss the point on account of their
lack of understanding education or because they're
arrogant clergy jerks.
I learned, when we first started working together,
that some of what my wife tells me rather challenges
my worldview at times. One of the reasons I've
always trusted her impressions, though, is that she
couldn't care less if anyone believes her and she's
more inclined to keep her mouth shut than to say
something that others might disagree with. She
deplores confrontation and when someone disrespects
her I usually feel obliged to stick up for her
because she'll usually just clam up. The only time
she doesn't shrink from confrontation is when she's
head to head with the $#!+birds of the corporate
world order, both etherically and in 3D. She's
formidable, then
A year ago, when we were visiting Stevo and Dooney
to discuss our apparent discovery of a new
(certainly to us) and powerful etheric entity who
was trying to teach us something essential to our
development by tormenting us from time to time
, the subject of angels came up. I think it might
have been my footdragging that kept that discussion
from leading anywhere, though I did try to stay out
of the way on account of my lack of psi
vision. Maybe we got the lesson, anyway, because
the odd tormenting stopped after that, I think.
Carol always told me that the Sylphs are not
elementals. Elementals, after all, are certainly
capable of feeling and expressing love and gratitude
but they're not concerned about right and wrong,
which is probably why the corporate world order
makes a habit of exploiting and even weaponizing
them. The Sylphs, on the other hand, seem to reach
out to our hearts and to encourage us to demonstrate
more and more positive activity on behalf of our
planet's and our own healing. Carol and I have
even experienced their presence on the ground, so
they're certainly not confined to the upper
atmosphere, as sky elementals might be.
She told me that some of the smaller Sylph-like
formations are made by happy sky elementals, though.
It's funny that the subject of Findhorn came up in
Dooney's latest chat session because that place was
or still is a showcase of how human and elemental
cooperation will turn a wasteland into a productive
garden. I think we'll be hearing more about
Findhorn in coming months and maybe we can tie
Ogilvie's (?) accomplishments at Findhorn in with
our own observations of orgonite's easy ability to
make the land more productive.
~Don