I Met a Spirit Guide Today...

So often people will ask what it is like when you ‘meet’ a spirit guide, and in foresight, it’s hard to explain; foresight is 18/17. Not even in the third-eye sense, seeing one’s spirit guides comes in all sorts of forms as the frequencies are unique to them as well. I start with the sacred 12 archetypes and build from there and have come to learn that some Spirit Guides have come to be with me more recently, through life experience or relationships, but others have always been with me; gifted down through DNA even.

Today, I woke up knowing it was a New Moon, a place where one has to SEEK to find. I make a point to breathe, take a moment to share the Sunrise with someone I love, reading some affirmations and seeing a name. INSERT SIGN ONE

I take my first few clients for the day and as usual, their insight is amazing. Lyrics, synchronicity and things mentioned (unsuggestive) that begin to point to a certain direction. Clients sharing personal stories that resonate to the timing of the Universe in multiple ways. I thank the Universe and get an email, from Daily Universe Affirmations (laughing at the timing) and the name is mentioned. SIGN TWO

I shake it off, still skeptical because why not? I pour coffee, smile at the day’s momentum, thinking of things I want to do - must do - themes and whispers from the unconscious and past lives.

The phone rings. A client is discussed, themes manifested, unrelated scenarios piecing things together and all the sudden hearing that tone, that similar sound… SIGN FOUR, FIVE, EIGHT

A recommendation to a new method of clinical psychology, psychoanalysis and clicking another link. I sip my coffee and see the name in bold listed underneath a Psychology Article for guidance on self-awareness, and I finally ACCEPT it. I click it. I read the quotes and smile…
I remember when this name first found me.

I was in the eight grade, having my virginity taken and also wanting to give it away; wishing I could create a sexual Disney story. I remember writing down some of my story, SOME, just a crop circle in the carpet moment that a teacher recognized and had me perform. For the first time in my life, I was vulnerable in an entertainment space. People clapped, listened, judged, some even rejected, but everyone processed it… including me. I released it. I felt ‘less of that’ in me, and skinnier, lighter, more flexible in my body. I could see the reaction of others and know myself more… I wanted to be vulnerable again.

Learning how to be a victim through acceptance and compost it into vulnerability. To churn trauma into empathy, vulnerability a vessel to power… I tasted it in the eighth grade and by ninth grade Creative Writing English class, littered with old and new peers to be an audience, I took bigger steps. Ironically, my dad asked to help me build the visual prop for my first ‘conscious exploration’ of this space and it was building a wooden box to unveil to class. The box was carved, dad scryed his name in the top, I filled it with personal items to transform into talking points, art of healing…

I was transported back to that whole experience. I was sipping coffee alone, but I wasn’t, I was back in the 90’s smelling the garage and wood chips of the box and feeling the first butterflies of sexual and emotional liberation as a woman.

I grinned. The synchronicity was mature and tasted better than any young Whiskey I had sipped before. I can continue to wait and I appreciate those that leave Pandora’s box open long enough to get ALL the answers they need.