Not much can be said for my upbringing that hasn’t already been said. Much that can be discussed exists as points in time. Moments remembered. Moments existing elsewhere, understood not by many others. For the path of the angel spans time in a way that cannot easily be illustrated. My own life as a Michael comes with it stories like all stories. It all starts with a moment.
What is a mind? A container of consciousness. What are emotions? Same container. Does a thought come as a wave, does it emit as a wave? What about emotion? Yes. It is all held within the container, the container of the one. The teaching is not exclusive, but required curriculum, you can say. Curriculum? Is there an angelic curriculum? Indeed.
A Michael, or any rank held, comes with it certain curriculum, certain skills to be learned, certain understandings, along a path of culmination. It is a cumulous effect. The reasons why are held in the stories, much like your stories of why on Earth. Just like my stories of why on Earth. But that statement is another story to be understood. Right now, we are dealing with the why outside of Earth.
Practice makes perfect they say, but how can perfection ever be attained in an expanse of limitlessness? Scenarios are lived nonetheless, and good they are, all of them. A Michael is a protector, having undergone other ranks. Not better, not more knowing, just willing and ready for scenarios of the other than, of certain circumstances that lie more towards the outer fringes. Many, I say many, strive and do the same. It is not exclusive, but of a voluntary role. There are many roles.
There is no glory to it, only an “I accept” responsibilty. There is no power in it, for power is an elusiveness that binds in unknowing, its reconciliation, being a magnitude of unknowing as well. Responsibility comes from a point of utter submission. Willingness of responsibility, in any role, requires the submission to the curriculum of the advisors, creators, and teachers. A Michael is, nonetheless, guided like all other points in time. The responsibility lying at the fringe locations is synonymous to the care taken when walking on glass or handling a snowflake. Whether said from a role, or told from mentor, “You shall not pass” has many factors to it. Submission is responsibility. The why will come later.
What does a protector do, a Michael? Well, you could say that a Michael has accepted the responsibility to protect the innocent. That’s basically it. All angelic ranks have this at their base. However, the only difference is the level to which, the fringes, that responsibilty is dispensed to. However, be it known that there are levels, fringes, and spheres, that a Michael cannot penetrate. Those roles lie beyond the Michael, or more accurately, outside the Michael, roles for others. Just as a sargeant differs from a lieutenant, as does those ranks in the navy vs the air force, the analogy is the same, Earth and outside the Earth.
If someone breaks into your house and steals all your belongings, that is considered theft. An analogy outside of Earth would be the stealing of a mind. Your belongings in your house can be kept, sold, exchanged, rented, bartered, gifted, and simply “destroyed.” Now, imagine if that could be done with a mind, more accurately, a consciousness? Who would say that is wrong and who would enforce and intervene in such cases of the wrong doing, the manipulation, towards the innocent? This is one role of the Michael, as well as others.
The reason a Michael is called “Leo The Lion” is because a Michael is out in the field. He is the field agent. I say “He,” but rest assured gender is not a factor in this role. I say “He” because I am referencing my own personal experience. The “She” will be discussed another time, have faith in that. A Michael is in place and on location, in the field, unseen, his presence unknown, his watchful eyes scanning from between the blades of grass, his senses knowing in ways unimaginable. Responsibility. The Watcher He Is.
To know the breadth and width of the above statement is akin to imagining a time traveler who exists in all times and all places, within his scope of duty and role. If an alley is a vista point between buildings to go undetected, what “alley ways” would be available to a protector in the field amongst the expanse of many multiverses? To explain that would be an explanation of types of technologies and sciences that are not known in Earth’s present timeline. Much responsibility and submission is required when handed those roles, along with the teachings and tools utilized to perform such duties. A radar gun to measure speed. A tazer to immobilize. Subject submission techniques without injury. Defense tactics. What would a Michael need to do his duties out in the Expanse? A limitless Expanse? Unimaginable. Let’s try to illustrate anyway.
Some beings out in the multiverse, either via their genetic line or present consciousness structure have the ability to communicate via either the mental telepathic, the emotive route, or both, or a combination, including unknown factors. As a species with these abilities, especially inherent, it becomes obvious over their own individual lives, as well as along an evolutionary trail, that what is normal to them may not be normal to another being or life form. To others, it can seem horrific or amazing.
Another factor is the idea of these abilities to operate on the mental and emotional level of consciousness coming from something aritifical, instead of biological. The energetic mechanism of these working has many factors. Is it the biological host, some sort of technology, or an energetic consciousness that is the source of this mental, emotional, and otherly telepathic ability. Now, here’s where the question is important. Is its use positive or negative? Is it for communication without manipulation? What would be considered as telepathic communication without manipulation? Volumes have already been written on the subject. Let’s keep things simple, however.
Somewhere out in the multiverse, an innocent unknowing is under telepathic, or psychic if you prefer, manipulation. That innocent being, quite probably, due to their own present genetic biological makup, their environment, their own step within their evolutionary journey, and other factors, does not possess the ability to know, feel, or recognize that there is any telepathic, or psychic, manipulation occuring. Who does what about that? Does the being manipulating have free reign to kick back and enjoy the toying with an innocent? Or is there something watching the manipulator? Maybe it is the manipulator that is likewise just as innocent, even in their own sense of power misused.
You see, some manipulate via an inherent ability. Some learn the ability from a being inherent. Some aquire the ability via use of technology. Others attain it via genetics or energetics. The big point is, is it the ability or its use that is in question? To one being it is simply their inheret method of communication. To another it is an acquired method of communication. Whoever the group, how is it used? For simply communication, or for manipulation? The degrees of either span many levels between benevolent and malevolent. Who watches and monitors its use?
The ability to telepathically or psychically, or even psychologically as its meaning is synonymous, manipulate another unknowing is a serious matter. It spans from a joke to the quite horrific. No joking matter. So, when a being, or groups of beings, uses these abilities to manupulate in this manner either an individual, or a group of individuals, without their knowing, who steps up and puts a foot in between? The Watcher emmerges in ways unknown to the manipulator or their cohorts.
Who then messes with the manipulator? What sign does the Michael give to those manipulating? A most simple method is a warning unknown. For a Michael is trained in the ways of consciousness manipulation. Not only in the ways of the manipulator’s tactics, but also in the art of telepathic and psychic counter-measures. To know the attack is to know its defense. The Angelics have many friends. Mind wrestling is an art that all Michael’s know well. It is an Angelic art that combines the mental, the emotional, the physical, and the limitless expanse of the unknown.
The beat and rhythm of a drum. The sounds of rain falling upon rock and soil. The feeling of a loved one lost. The chorus of melodies intertwined. The sweat and ache of a body toiling with the Earth. The breath. The pain. The mental anguish. A loving touch. A silent moment. A thousand words scribed by billions. A tick and a tock. A flash of lightning. A rainbow’s dawn. The Michael has learned, his arsenal goes on and on.
He sits, elbows on his knees, head down feeling all around. His mind is clear, his breath commanded, he taps his heel in rhythm banded. His body expands, he hears the crying, the search goes out, from the heart of a lion. Like locking horns, the manipulator founded, the battle begins in etheric grounding. In a volley of shots the exchange begins, the Michael revs up to tether in. A beating heart is what he becomes, the waves of light do soon overcome. From a manipulator in action to a baby in a manger, the sweat from his brow does come without anger. As his heel slows in motion from the expanse of his might, he hears the report, “We got’em. They’re out like a light.”
Zoltan Blue 