Greetings Earthlings, from Wacko Wizard.
It’s July 2, 2019. I told an acquaintance this morning, after he said he had read some of my online publishings in the past, that I have the unfortunate fate of acquiring information not generally known and then I’m told by The Powers That Be to publish it, which tends to make most people uncomfortable, who read it.
Shortly after the 2019 Summer Solstice (the coming of the dark), my partner with this website, Psycho Psychic, age 73, got upset with me, age 76, and younger wacko friends of mine. After pronouncing the New Age is dead, although she is very much a part of it, based on everything she had posted on this website, Psycho Psychic removed her avatar and took down her blog posts in the right-hand menu. However, one of her posts, with the avatar, remained, because I had published it for her, and only I could take it down, which The Powers That Be did not tell me to do. Psycho Psychic is my only close friend, who belongs to the New Age, which Jesus and Archangel Michael took me through before and after Psycho Psychic and I met in 1990. Then, Jesus, Michael and Melchizedek took me through other adventures neither the New Age nor Christendom, nor any other religion, nor any person known to me, including me, cared to experience.
Here is a link to the one remaining Psycho Psychic blog post:
I have a homeless girlfriend, age 56, Jessica James, who was born with prophetic gifts, which freaked her out. She ran from them, and drowned them out with booze, cigarettes and sometimes other drugs, until she met me in the fall of 2015 and her prophetic gifts returned. Yet, she still she fought the gifts, despite many attempts by what she knew were angels to get her to shed her drug habits and come around.
Jessica gets put in jail frequently by local police for trespass in and near shopping centers. She got out of jail again yesterday morning after yet another one-month vacation in the local homeless Hilton. She called me the other night night, barely able to speak. She said she was taking a nap on concrete, when she was struck by lightning, which knocked out all the power in that part of town. I said the odds were zero that was not done by angels. When she called this morning, she said she slept like a baby last night. I said that was interesting. She said the bottom of her sneakers are black.
I said our friend Young Prophet had a dream during a nap yesterday, that you left town and went to a women’s recovery shelter a day’s drive away. Jessica said she knew God had zapped her, she saw it in many ways, but she is stubborn. I said, or stupid. She said, stubborn. God hasn’t killed her yet. I said, well, let’s see what the angels do next. She said, yes, let’s. I then reminded her that Psycho Psychic had reported to me a recurring dream, in which a man Jessica did not know was going to try to hurt her.
This now comes into my thoughts:
In early 2017, Young Prophet told me in an email that he had been told several nights running in dreams to contact me. He knew of me but we had never met. He kept putting it off and he kept getting roughed up more and more by whatever was pushing him to call me. He said he is slightly less than half my age, 76. This led to that, we became friends. He eventually realized he had been captured by angels, who were not in the least interested in him being stubborn.
Young Prophet told me the other day that Gabriel and Michael had told him in a dream the night before, that what I had told him about women being given more freedom to resist God, than men are given, because women are second class citizens on this planet, is basically true, but the other side of that is women can get themselves into far worse spiritual predicaments.
Young Prophet reported another dream, in which he saw a New Age cruise ship filled with people in rough seas. Then, the ocean looked like it had solidified and many of the passengers started jumping onto the hard surface, but it was not solid and they were swallowed up, as if into a black hole. A voice then said: “God’s hands guide the ship and though the waters may never be calm, in those who do not trust and leap, they know not what they do.”
There is nothing New Age about Jessica. (Nor is she a church person.)
I told Young Prophet what he heard reminded me of a poem that leaped out of me on June 7, 2004, a very rough year for me:
A calling to serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one:
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship,
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.
Young Prophet’s dream about the New Age ship also caused me to think I should leave this website up.
Then, Psycho Psychic told me her guidance system had given her a new blog post for this site. I read it and commented under it. Here is the link:
Therefore, here is what this Greetings Earthlings home page looked like before Pyscho Psychic left:
Greetings, Earthlings, from Wacko Wizard, Psycho Psychic and friends …
Interact with us via comments under blog posts at this website, or by submitting your own comments and/or blog posts to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Feel free to share your own life-changing anomalous (unusual) experiences with synchronicity, psychic phenomena, dreams, visions, ghosts, invisible friends, angels, ETs, past life memories, near death experiences, visitations from beyond, etc.
We are acutely aware from our own personal experiences that it is not always safe to reveal that you encounter things not recognized by society, science, medicine, mental health, governments, nor even by religions.
For that reason, we do not publish or share your real name or private information without your permission, and you can use an avatar instead of your real name. However, anonymous slams of private people are not okay, while public figures are fair game.
We also are acutely aware that no two people have the same experiences. People are not cookie cut to all look, walk and talk alike. Each person is unique. One person might have a single anomalous experience, which changes everything for that person. Another person may have ongoing anomalous experiences, which are part of an exquisite tapestry being woven during that person’s remaining days. Another person might have a relatively easy time of change and remaining life, while another person might be put through the wringer.
We find it helps to have a peculiar sense of humor, like perhaps angels sometimes mess with people to see what they will do about it and/or to keep heaven entertained?
As for more about us …
Be careful what you ask for?
Psycho Psychic says she is waiting in the wings.
Never saw any wings on her, but she’s tricky.
We agree on some things, not other things,
Sometimes we argue,
And are known to laugh our asses off.
Some of our friends and acquaintances do not live on this planet, and
While convinced we also are not from around these parts, we have human bodies, or it looks like we do, and we suffer human medical problems, at least – bummer.
We don’t live together, are not romantically involved, nor ever were, in this lifetime.
Karma is in play, surely we know each other from other times – oops!
Sorry about that, Bible people, but Jesus and his disciples talk about reincarnation in the Gospels.
Won’t surprise us if the alien invasion got called off many times after the Adam and Eve experiment went south.
American national government today, for another example.
Sentient dinosaur tribes that moved on from this planet perhaps shake their heads, if they have heads in their current circumlocutions, over Bible people who deny dinosaurs roamed this planet before God made everything in 6 days …
Perhaps it all boils down to …
All the world really is a stage: heavenly beings made Earth humans, sort of, but not entirely, in their own image to create some new sport to banish boredom, and ever since, Earth humans tried to make God in their own image.
Meanwhile, the lady of the site was able to shake loose and make her debut …
Why Am I Here?
This Psycho Psychic first got to know Wacko Wizard in 1990. After nearly 30 years, I definitely can vouch for his “wacko-ness,” though sometimes I wonder about the Wizard part.
Me. – I was born intuitive. Didn’t know until age 4 that many folks don’t know about this “sixth sense” – or recognize that we all have it to one degree or another. I also came into this incarnation believing in reincarnation, because I remembered another life. Didn’t come to understand that reincarnation isn’t a part of consensus reality in my culture (U.S. of A.) until age 4, when my mom hauled me into the house and dressed me down for talking such “nonsense” to neighborhood playmates. Whew! Age 4 was a memorable year of what felt like awakening to disinformation.
Being intuitive (psychic) and wanting to understand it has resulted in my venturing down many paths and avenues of exploration – some of them dead ends – others leading me into deep forests and underbrush of consciousness.
My association with Wacko Wizard has ebbed and flowed and flowed and ebbed through decades of time and space. While other friends and colleagues have come and gone, somehow we remain connected…. discussing…. arguing…. laughing…. and sometimes crying. He has Angels who guide and direct him. Heavy duty Angels that I hope never take a notion to jump off on me.
I have intuition. As far as Angels go, there is a nameless one… well probably not “nameless,” though so far he’s never hung around long enough to transmit his name to me. Rather, he turns up unexpectedly, standing behind me, and delivering a message in 5 to 6 words or less. Then poof! He’s gone. Though he appears behind me, I can see him when he shows up. He’s about 8′ tall, dignified in a gray business suit, and has luminous translucent huge white wings. Go figure. He exudes importance and presence. His messages are timely, trustworthy, meaningful and important. He has appeared to me so far only 6 times over the course of this particular lifetime.
Nearly two years ago, now, a couple other “invisible friends,” began showing up with advice and messages…. but that’s a story for another time.
Perhaps, Dearest, you are here because you been a dreaming for months about us doing something in writing together?
Maybe angels made those dreams you still are having about that?
I never claimed to be a wizard – it came to you in a dream that I use the wizard handle at a new website. It finally dawned on me to name the new site after you, in a manner of speaking.
I can’t imagine anyone wanting to experience what happened after the heavy duty angels grabbed me in my 45th year and then turned me every which a way but loose. Before that, I was “normal”, drifting toward not “normal”. Heh
I suppose I should say here what happened to kick that off in early 1987. You have seen this before.
At end of my rope, out of bright ideas, and I knew it, I made a desperate prayer: “Dear God, please help me. I don’t want to die like this, failed. I offer my life to human service.” A few nights later, I woke up in the wee hours and saw two what I assumed were angels hovering above me in the darkness. No wings visible. White with blue tint. Etheric form. Nothing like I had ever seen before. I heard, “This will push you to your limits but you asked for it (I remembered the prayer I had made) and we are going to give it to you.” I was jolted three times by something electrical. I saw white flashes with each jolt. My body lurched with each jolt. I thought it was spiritual lightning, even though I had never heard of spiritual lightning up to that point in my life. The two beings faded out. I lay there, shaking. I thought my girlfriend lying beside me was awake. She was a closet mystic. I asked if she was awake? Yes, what’s going on, she asked? I asked what she had seen? Your body jumping. Did you see or hear the angels? No. I told her what had happened. She laughed, said, let’s go back to sleep, you strange man.
deviating from what is standard, normal, or expected.“an anomalous situation”
synonyms: atypical, nontypical, irregular, exceptional, freak, freakish, odd, bizarre, peculiar, unusual, out of the ordinary, inconsistent, incongruous, deviating, divergent, eccentric;