Tag: Angels & Spirit Guides

How to Meet Your Spirit Guide

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I’ve written previously on the subject of spirit guides, how we all have them and how they stand at the ready to help you get through all the potholes of life.

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Quick review:  before we incarnate, we make a deal with a fellow spirit.  For our part, we agree to take on the hairy experience of human life – which is jampacked with experiences and relationships designed to help our soul evolve.  For their part, they stay on the other side, keeping an eye on our progress and helping us stay on track.

"Dealt with bad boss? Check.  Dealing with money issues?  Check..."
“Dealt with bad boss? Check. Dealing with money issues? Check…”

Whether we know they’re there or not, they do their best to offer opportunities, new people, coincidences and info that — if we pay attention — can help us keep moving in the right direction.  (This is a super-short overview of the subject.  A couple of great books on the subject are Ask Your Guides by Sonia Choquette and Spirit Guides by Iris Belhayes and Molly Sullivan).  Moving on.

This particular spirit guide is the big kahuna; there will be other guides whom you can call on when you need help with something specific.  For example, a “doctor” guide can assist with a health issue, or a “parenting” guide with kids.  They come and go, but your main guide is always there.

Of course, the process of working with guides is way easier if we can recognize them and consciously develop a relationship.  Here’s a way to meet your guy…or gal.

               MEDITATION TO MEET YOUR MAIN SPIRIT GUIDE

Start by placing a notepad nearby to jot down your experience afterwards.  Close your eyes and take a few deep centering breaths.  Envision yourself surrounded by protective white light.  You are completely relaxed and safe in this space.

Now see a beautiful garden path.  You’re surrounded by lush greenery and flowers.  The path slopes gently downwards into a wood.  Walk along this path, enjoying the scenery as you go down, down, down.

You see a cottage in the distance.  Continue walking downwards on the path, drawing nearer to it.

You arrive at the cottage.  Notice how it looks.  Notice the doors and windows.  There’s a charming brass knocker on the door.   Lift it and hear it fall, announcing your arrival.  Now open the door and step inside.

There’s a gentle fire burning in the fireplace. There are two comfy, overstuffed chairs in front of it.  One is for you.  And the other is for your guide.  Who is sitting there?  What do they look like?  What are they wearing?  Keep in mind, they may surprise you.  You may expect them to be in long white robes, but be open. I had one guide show himself as a white man wearing buckskin — he had been a woodsman in a previous life, kind of a “Jeremiah Johnson.”  The point is to go with what you first see.

Now ask your guide their name.  Again, the name may surprise you.  When I first did this exercise, my guide said his name was something like “Rael.”  Well, that is just waaay too out there for me, so I asked  if I could call him “Ray” instead.  Now he shows up wearing a pair of sunglasses like Ray Charles.  That works with my sense of humor.

OK, so now you’re sitting in your chair with your guide.  Ask him if he has a message for you.  It may be short.  Ask him how he will identify himself in your daily life.  With “Ray,” I know he’s around when any Ray Charles music comes up on my iPod.  In your case, maybe your guide will let you know they’re there through a symbol, a feeling (like tingles or cold chills) even a smell.  Again, stay open and go with the first thing that hits you.

Tell your guide that you appreciate them being there for you and that you want to work more closely with them as you move forward.  This cottage will be a place you can meet in future meditations.  This is also where you will be introduced by your guide to any other spirit helpers.

Now, its time to leave.  Say goodbye to your guide and exit the cottage.   The path stretches out before you, sloping gently upwards.  Walk along this path, feeling the warmth and love you experienced being with your guide.

Continue walking upwards, gently upwards.  You feel yourself coming back to the here and now.  When you’re ready, open your eyes and return to the present.  Jot down your impressions, messages and insights. And — this is important — stay alert for any sign of your guide in your everyday life, and thank them for their presence.

You don’t have to go into a meditation every time you need help (good if you happen to be driving)– just ask.  But it’s a good practice to regularly spend time meditating and building a relationship with your spirit guide.  It will make it easier to interact with them, but mostly, it’s just good manners.  You know those “friends” who only call when they need something?  Don’t be one of them.

You know who I'm talking about....
You know who I’m talking about….

To me, spirit guides are a wonderful resource for navigating the ups and downs of life.  Like factory air conditioning and OnStar, they come standard with our life.  Why not use them to make yours run smoother?

Ever have an encounter with a guide?  Spill it in the comments!

Give It Up! Your Invisible Helpers

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During my meditation this morning, I got a message that went something like, “You don’t have to do it all yourself.”  This is pretty much spot on, being the perky little control freak that I am.  It put me in mind of this card:

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When this card comes up in a reading, it indicates someone who’s taking on way too much or doing most of the work in the situation. And you can see that he’s in danger of tripping and dropping his bundle — which means, he has to pick them up again and he’s probably in a hurry and his back is hurting and he’s feeling like he has to do it all and wah wah wah….you get the idea.

The advice behind the 10 of Wands is to share the load — but for control freaks (like me), that can be tough.  However, each of us has a team we can call on to help.

They’re always awake (even at 3:20 am).  Their phone is always on and never goes to voicemail.  They never get tired of hearing your problems.  They don’t judge the size of your ass.  They are assigned to you from the time you’re born and stay with you until you cross over.  They’re not allowed to leave you, no matter how big a pain you may become.

They are your Spirit Team, made up of your spirit guides and a guardian angel.  I wrote about spirit guides here –but one of the questions I repeatedly get asked is, “How do I work with them?”  It’s really not that complicated:  just tell them what you need.   That’s it.

I’ll give you a way to meet your guide(s) later — but in the meantime, even if you don’t know their name or anything about them,  just reach out.  I suggest taking a moment before you go to sleep to send up your message, but you can do it anytime.  They don’t stand on ceremony. Something like, “Hi Spirit Team– I could really use your help in knowing how I should handle the situation with Mark.  Please send me a sign or some information.  Thanks.”

Then keep your radar up.  Your Team will always deliver, but it may be subtle and it may not show up the way you expect.  The point is to offload some of your burdens on to them.  They live for this stuff, so put them to work on your behalf.

There have been a number of great “teams.”  Like these guys….

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Or this crew, boldly going where no man has gone before….

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But YOUR “team” has ’em all licked.  And they are at your beck and call, ready to take some of the weight for you.  Remember the message I got this morning?  “You don’t have to do it all yourself.”  You don’t!

Let the late, great Levon Helm and The Band sing us out….

Angels: They’re Not Just for Christmas Anymore

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This time of year there are angels everywhere: in malls, on Christmas cards, hanging from my neighbor’s roof — you name it. I like the ones at Rockefeller Center myself:

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We tend to focus on the one angel who brought the news of Jesus’s birth – and that would be Archangel Gabriel.  Now I know she (yes, she’s the only one depicted as a girl in art and literature) works more than that one day a year.  So I decided to find out more about this entity who was entrusted with the biggest Facebook post of all time.

"OMG!  Don't let those barn animals near the baby..!"
“OMG! Don’t let those barn animals near the baby..!”

Gabriel is — no surprise — the angel of communication.  She’s the one to call upon if you’re a writer, artist, journalist, or anyone who needs to get their message out.  This goes for psychic work as well;  Gabriel can help unblock your Third Eye and send you angelic guidance, prophetic dreams and visions (might want to not be driving when you send up your request.  Just sayin’).

Archangel Gabriel can send inspiration and motivation — and she will give you a righteous kick in the ass if you are held hostage by fear and procrastination.

If you feel like you’re not where you need to be, that you’ve fallen off your “path” — give her a shout .  She’ll get you straightened out and send you hints, info and nudges that will reveal your true calling.  So needless to say, when you’re considering a career or job change, add Gabriel to your LinkedIn contacts.

But she’s not just about communication themes: like most women, she’s got a practical streak.  Call on Gabriel if you’re trying to either get pregnant or adopt a child.  She can help if you’re buying or selling a house.  She’s also gonna help you out if you’ve overdone it on junk food, booze or anything else not Dr. Oz-approved; Gabriel will help you put down that box of  Franzia, those Salem menthols, and purify your body.  This goes for toxic thoughts, too.  After all the family dysfunction this season brings, that’ll come in handy.

When you can't get in to see THIS guy....
When you can’t get in to see THIS guy….

Gabriel is one of only two angels mentioned by name in the Old Testament (Michael is the other);  clearly,  she made an impression.  And she doesn’t mess around: when you call on her, she will push you into the kind of action that will lead to wonderful things.   So ring her up — and then “hark” to what this amazing “herald angel” has to say to you.  It will be life-changing.

What You Can Learn 23 Feet Up

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It was one of those Bucket List things that brought me to Trapeze School in New York City.  I figured it would be fun, not to mention a good cocktail party story (assuming that I didn’t end up in the orthopedic wing of the hospital). But I had no idea I’d experience so many  “a ha!” moments while flying through the air.

After the instructor tells us how to safely ascend the ladder and what to do when finally flying, its my turn.  You climb up a rickety ladder, and there’s no other way down but to jump.  So there I am, standing with toes over the edge of the platform, hands on the bar as another instructor grips the back of my safety harness.  First command from the ground:  “Get ready!”  Second command: ’Hep!” (trapeze-speak for “Jump already!”)  A nervous gulp and then I’m sailing through open space.  And trying not to scream.

It’s an adrenaline rush.  It’s terrifying and exciting.  After landing in the net and clambering back to the ground, my inner 6 year old wants to do it again; my inner tax-paying citizen needs a stiff drink.   The strongest thing they serve is bottled water, so I rally and take several more passes.  By the end of the afternoon, I’ve finally mastered the Knee Hang – and even been caught by another instructor, mid-air.

“I knew I shouldn’t have put the handcream on before I got up here…”

Aside from the incredible memory (and a desire to go out and buy a spangly unitard), I also took away some unexpected spiritual lessons from hanging your ass out in the air, 23 feet up.

LESSON 1:  Don’t try to do it all yourself.  When you’re hanging off the bar, you’re keenly aware of physics in a way you never experienced in school.  Gravity, Force, Momentum [G,F and M] become viscerally real.  You have a physical sensation of them as they swirl around your body.

Trapeze “tricks” are more about timing than anything else: the more I try to wrestle my legs over the bar ahead of the right time, the harder it becomes.  But when I trust in my invisible friends, G,F and M, the process is almost magical.   It’s a reminder that, like with spirit guides and angels, there are plenty of things we can’t see – but they’re there to help us if we just let go a little and allow them.

LESSON 2: Listen. Our instructor was insistent we listen for his cues.  He was almost cranky about it (guess he’d seen his share of Cirque du Soleil wannabes).  He watched our timing and would tell us what to do, and when.  Of course, I jumped the gun more than once and wound up flailing around like a fish on a hook.  Not pretty.  But when I turned off my own ego and actively listened to the Voice, the one who could see the big picture, it all just kind of happened.  Note to self:  listen to own Inner Voice more often to prevent unnecessary flailing.

LESSON 3: There’s always a net.  The staff of Trapeze School told me that a lot of folks try the trapeze to conquer fears or learn about surrender and trust.  Before I successfully got “caught” by my partner, I missed plenty of cues or catches and fell into the net. And I realized that no matter what happens in life, there’s always a net.  It might be in the form of friends, helpful strangers or Providence.  Screwing up isn’t the end of the world, so you may as well go for it.

At this height, you can’t see the look of terror on my face…

So next time you’re standing atop the metaphorical platform, staring out into space, remember that Life is like the trapeze:  even if you miss, you’ll bounce back.  Literally.

Next Bucket List item:  the Hot Dog eating contest at Coney Island.

You’re In Good Hands…with Spirit Guides

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I remember the first time I learned about Spirit Guides — and how cool I thought it was.  Imagine having a whole gang of invisible helpers at your beck and call:  would they do the laundry?  Give me lottery numbers?  Give me the answer’s to the next day’s Physics test? The answer is no, no and HELLL no. Guides have a more specific purpose in our lives.

The subject of spirit guides has filled several books, but here are the basics as I understand them. Before we’re born, we decide what lessons we need to work on when we incarnate:  did we finally learn how to be independent in that last life?  Did we work out our issues with commitment, hard work or money?  Or do we need some remedial help?

Homework — whether its Math or LifeLesson #265 –sucks.

There are lots of individual variations in our life lessons, and our guides are there to help us stick to our plan – because, unfortunately, we don’t remember it when we get here.

Call it Spiritual Amnesia.  The only hint we have are the things that keep smacking us in the face:  the same type of person who keeps showing up in your love life…the same struggles with money or family.  The problems that haunt you are the lessons that will get us to finally (hopefully) tick off that goal that we set way back when we were floating on the proverbial cloud.

We each have at least one guide who sticks with us through all the ups and downs of this life.  They sort of function as a spiritual GPS, helping us come back to our purpose.

Does their GPS tell them that they’ve just driven 40 miles with their left turn signal on?

But since this path is ours and ours alone, we have to ask him or her to get us sorted out on the journey.  Their help won’t be obvious — it may come in the form of a helpful person showing up, an article, an e-mail.  It’s your job to pay attention and act on the help that’s sent.

Besides our main guide who is with us “from womb to tomb” as the Jets said in West Side Story, there are guides who come and go during our life.  Doctor Guides help during health issues, Joy Guides come when we need to inject some lightness…there are literally guides for everything (I could’ve used a Plumber Guide when I replaced my faucet….).

Yes, I would’ve endured this sight to keep my kitchen from flooding.

Guides have been human at some point, so they know the drill.  Some may have lived relatively recently. Then there are others who existed millenia ago and have since spent most of their time evolving on the spirit plane (which explains why one of my  guides shows himself looking like some kind of medieval hippie: white robe, sandals, the works.  The only thing missing is the psychedelic bus and the contact high).

I’ve been asked if a deceased loved one can be a guide; the answer is no — and yes.  They don’t function as guides in the classic sense, because they’ve been with us — or connected to us — here on Earth.  BUT those who’ve crossed over are certainly willing to help.  In this, they have two advantages:  1) they know us, what we’re dealing with and our particular human weaknesses and 2) now that they’re on the other side, their perspective is wiiiiiide open.  So when you’ve hit a rough patch, by all means reach out to them.

That’s “MS. Harry” to you….

As with Spirit Guides, the same rules apply with someone on the other side: you have to ask them for their help.  Even if they were huge butt-inskis in life, they’re encouraged to keep their noses out of your life unless you ask them to weigh in.

When it comes to guides, loved ones, angels, whatever, the main thing is to remember that YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO IT ALONE.    All of these entities are here specifically to help us in growing and evolving.  And when they do, they get points, too.  It’s like that saying that goes something like, if you really want to learn something, teach it.  They learn from us, we learn from them…and hopefully, our personal evolution helps someone else.

I’ll do another blog shortly describing how you can meet your own guide, but in the meantime, just ask for what you need and know that your spirit helpers hear you.  Prick up your ears and see what they send your way!

An Angel On My Sofa

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There’s been this thing going around on the Inter-webs, about “hosting” five of the archangels in your home.  You invite them to kick back with you for five days, before sending them on to visit 3 of your friends.  Kind of like a heavenly chain letter.  Anyway, all sorts of cool things are supposed to happen, so I figured, what the hell [oops — “heck.”  They ARE angels — so a little respect…]

"God? Yeah, we know him. Cool dude...."


Before they arrive, the house needs to be clean.  Makes sense; I mean, if the President were coming to visit, you’d clean the cat hair off the sofa, wouldn’t you?  So out came the Swiffer and Scrubbing Bubbles.

Then you set up a makeshift altar with some white flowers, and a candle that will burn the whole time they’re in residence.  I opted for one of those battery-powered ones. They look kinda tacky as they “flicker,” but if it keeps my house from going up in flames in the middle of the night, I’ll deal.  You write out 3 wishes and put them in an envelope, also set on the altar — and the last touch? An apple, which you eat after they leave.   Good thing it’s not a brownie — I would not leave THAT alone for five days.

Doesn't. Stand. A Chance.

Then, you wait. At 10:30 PM on the night they’re scheduled to arrive, you light the candle and open your front door to “welcome”  Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael and Metatron.  [Is it just me, or does “Metatron” sound like a creature from a Japanese monster movie?]  I pictured five very tall angels, tote bags in hand, checking out the digs like some old lady visiting her grandson’s girlfriend for the first time.

"When does 'Jeopardy' start?"

It DID feel like something “shifted” in the house. One of the cats ran upstairs, but he does that whenever I open the door.  I was suddenly tired and got the definite message, “Go to sleep.”  Maybe it was just because it was a little past my bedtime, but I didn’t question it.  I fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

For the next five days, I didn’t notice anything dramatic.  However, there seemed to be a lighter feeling to things.  I did get some “insights” out of the blue.  I was a wee bit nicer to people.  But the squirrels in my yard didn’t start talking to me or anything.

"Get me peanuts. The GOOD kind. And take the shells off...."

Once it was time for the angels to move on, I thanked them, burned the envelope with my “wishes” to release the energy to the universe, and ate the apple.  I was kinda hoping it would give me superpowers — but so far, my attempts at seeing through walls haven’t worked out.

I’m told  by others who’ve done this to keep a watchful eye for my wishes coming true, and to be aware of any little synchronicities that may occur in the coming weeks.  Fair enough.  Who am I to argue with how angels work?  I have to admit, it was fun to have a little magical ritual going on; and it was comforting to think I had my own NBA-sized protectors hanging about (and they didn’t even need to be fed).  While I partly expected miracles of the Biblical variety to occur, maybe it works on a subtler level.  Maybe being aware of the “little magic” that goes on, just out of range of our overloaded senses, is what its all about.  So I’m lowering my gaze from the heavens to my own backyard.  Thanks for the reminder, angels — and for kicking in beer money for the week.

An Angel On My Sofa

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There’s been this thing going around on the Inter-webs, about “hosting” five of the archangels in your home.  You invite them to kick back with you for five days, before sending them on to visit 3 of your friends.  Kind of like a heavenly chain letter.  Anyway, all sorts of cool things are supposed to happen, so I figured, what the hell [oops — “heck.”  They ARE angels — so a little respect…]

"God? Yeah, we know him. Cool dude...."


Before they arrive, the house needs to be clean.  Makes sense; I mean, if the President were coming to visit, you’d clean the cat hair off the sofa, wouldn’t you?  So out came the Swiffer and Scrubbing Bubbles.

Then you set up a makeshift altar with some white flowers, and a candle that will burn the whole time they’re in residence.  I opted for one of those battery-powered ones. They look kinda tacky as they “flicker,” but if it keeps my house from going up in flames in the middle of the night, I’ll deal.  You write out 3 wishes and put them in an envelope, also set on the altar — and the last touch? An apple, which you eat after they leave.   Good thing it’s not a brownie — I would not leave THAT alone for five days.

Doesn't. Stand. A Chance.

Then, you wait. At 10:30 PM on the night they’re scheduled to arrive, you light the candle and open your front door to “welcome”  Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael and Metatron.  [Is it just me, or does “Metatron” sound like a creature from a Japanese monster movie?]  I pictured five very tall angels, tote bags in hand, checking out the digs like some old lady visiting her grandson’s girlfriend for the first time.

"When does 'Jeopardy' start?"

It DID feel like something “shifted” in the house. One of the cats ran upstairs, but he does that whenever I open the door.  I was suddenly tired and got the definite message, “Go to sleep.”  Maybe it was just because it was a little past my bedtime, but I didn’t question it.  I fell into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

For the next five days, I didn’t notice anything dramatic.  However, there seemed to be a lighter feeling to things.  I did get some “insights” out of the blue.  I was a wee bit nicer to people.  But the squirrels in my yard didn’t start talking to me or anything.

"Get me peanuts. The GOOD kind. And take the shells off...."

Once it was time for the angels to move on, I thanked them, burned the envelope with my “wishes” to release the energy to the universe, and ate the apple.  I was kinda hoping it would give me superpowers — but so far, my attempts at seeing through walls haven’t worked out.

I’m told  by others who’ve done this to keep a watchful eye for my wishes coming true, and to be aware of any little synchronicities that may occur in the coming weeks.  Fair enough.  Who am I to argue with how angels work?  I have to admit, it was fun to have a little magical ritual going on; and it was comforting to think I had my own NBA-sized protectors hanging about (and they didn’t even need to be fed).  While I partly expected miracles of the Biblical variety to occur, maybe it works on a subtler level.  Maybe being aware of the “little magic” that goes on, just out of range of our overloaded senses, is what its all about.  So I’m lowering my gaze from the heavens to my own backyard.  Thanks for the reminder, angels — and for kicking in beer money for the week.