So this morning was no different to most other mornings: my homeschooled kids had barely gotten out of bed and they were already fighting. What they were fighting about, I didn’t care and I don’t remember but I was pissed at being ripped out of an exciting dream by the sounds of them chasing each other on the wooden floorboards as my daughter, in her best banshee voice, informed her brother that she would kill him once she caught him.
Trying hard to stay calm as I felt a gripping pain rising in the left side of my chest, I called my kids into my room and told them in no uncertain terms that if they persisted with their fighting they would be banned from using the computer all day. It did the trick, I barely heard a sound from them again until I got up half an hour later.
The chest pains though, persisted, but I didn’t bother going to the doctor because I knew that I would get the usual diagnosis of “you’re just stressed dear, try to relax and slow down”. I have been having intermittent chest pains and heart palpitations now for a year and each time I see a doctor, I am told that the chest pains are caused by stress. The only thing is, I am less stressed these days than I have been for many years and I really don’t feel that the chest pains are caused by stress. Due to doctors repeatedly failing to take me seriously, I have lost all faith in them. My spirit guides on the other hand, I trust completely and so when and have taken to self-diagnoses and self-prescribed treatment with aid from a less conventional source. So, when an hour later the pains in my chest had not improved, I asked my spirit guides for help then went grocery shopping, knowing that when the time was right, my guides would show me or tell me what to do.
As it should happen, I didn't have to wait to long to receive the help I had asked for. As I got to my local shopping centre and found a parking spot close to Safeway, right outside the chemist. a thought popped into my head - ‘get some magnesium’. I knew my guides were speaking to me so I went into the chemist, bought some magnesium tablets and took two as soon as I got home. Within half an hour the pains had completely vanished and they haven’t returned since. No heart palpitations either. My guides have helped me through so many situations that I lost count a long time ago. My problem is that sometimes life gets so busy that I forget they are there, just waiting for me to ask for their guidance and so instead I struggle through life, making bad choices, exercising poor judgement, when all along I could have got things right straight away if I had only asked my guides for guidance and listened or watched for them to show me the way.
My main guide is Jeremiah, he’s with me all the time and he coordinates all my other guides who come and go according to my needs and what expertise they can offer me. He wears a white hooded robe but the hood is always down. He has long white hair and a short white beard. I think he was once some sort of prophet.
The only other guides I’m currently aware of are my own team of personal ‘spirit doctors’. They’re the ones who help me get better when I’m ill or unwell and it was most likely them who told me to take magnesium for my chest pains. I have seen them once during a meditation. There are six or seven of them and they all wear grey suits but all I saw of them were blurry humanoid shaped figures.
I know there have been more guides that have come and gone including an animal spirit, that of a stork, who had come to help me during a difficult period when my ex-husband and his she-devil wife were giving me and the kids grief.
Symbolically, the stork is mostly seen as a sign that a baby is on its way, but it is also less commonly known as an omen of protection for children. My stork guide had come to me to give me the strength I needed through many custody-related court battles against my ex. I knew my kids were being physically, emotionally and verbally abused by him and the she-devil during their court-appointed visits there but I had no way of proving it until my son came home from a weekend stay at his dad’s, both arms covered in bruises. That was all the proof I needed and three months later I was awarded full custody of my kids. For five years, I fought to protect my children and for five years my stork friend never failed me once. I don’t think I could have stayed sane without her strength and guidance.
Wow, I can’t believe I’ve just told you all this. I had started this post with the simple intention of telling you about my day… I guess it goes to shows how easily one can unconsciously stray from their chosen path.
