Does Your Spirit Guide Protect You?
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That’s about it in a nutshell. A whole story is reduced to a title, a subtitle, and two sentences.
No, that’s not enough. That barely scratched the surface. Splain, please.
When I was learning how to be a psychic channel, my understanding of it all was that once I made contact and did the meet and greet with my guide, my life would be on Easy Street. I thought my Spirit Guide would protect me from all bad things.
Well, yes and no.
You know how you have to tell a little kid or your teenager or your husband 52 times not to do something, and they never comply? If asked directly, there might be a mumble that they didn’t hear you or they weren’t paying attention.
Warnings from Spirit are like that.
There’s an old joke that makes the rounds periodically of the guy who had situated himself on top of his roof in rising flood waters. Rescue teams went past offering to help. He would say, “No, God will help me”. A neighbor went by in an old rowboat and offered to save him. Once again, the guy said, “No thanks. God will help me.” A third time it happened. His pastor rowed by and said to him, “Hey Guy! Do you want some help?” The guy on the rooftop said, thinking the pastor would be more inclined to understand than the rescue team and his neighbor, “No, thank you. God is going to rescue me.”
The water climbed, minute by minute. Everybody went away in the dark. Water began to lap at his feet. He wasn’t worried. God was going to save him.
Psshhht. He drowned. The water, even when it was high enough to lap into his mouth, the guy still hadn’t given up hope. God would save him.
Next scene: The guy is at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter is there to let him in. Guy, by now, was a bit ticked off. He said, “What the fu**? I’m mad at God right now. God was supposed to save me. He was supposed to protect me. This isn’t fair at all. I am incensed!”
Saint Peter said, “What are you nuts? God sent you three different people in rowboats, and you turned them all down. If this is anybody’s fault, it is your fault.”
Warnings from Spirit are just like that. I can remember once, many years ago, when I still smoked, my custom was to leave the office at lunchtime and eat my meal in my car. We live in Northern California, and the days in the summertime can be hot. This was one of those hot days.
I always had half an hour for lunch, which, if you counted getting to and from the car, reduced it to 25 minutes. I would sit in the car and unroll the windows so I could catch a cross breeze if there were one. Also, after scarfing down my sandwich, I would spend the last ten or fifteen minutes smoking a cigarette. In those days, I didn’t smoke in the office, so I took every opportunity when I was outside of the office to light up. Oh, that delicious hot smoke flooding my lungs. Well, if you smoke or did so once upon a time, you know what smoking was like. It didn’t matter that the wind was always blowing my long hair onto the lit end of the smoke. Psssst. There goes another couple of strands of hair. Curly, too, at the end, where it was all shriveled and dead. It was my style.
Anyway, enough of that. I haven’t smoked in a good 25 or more years. But I still remember what it was like.
So, I get in the car to eat and then after that to have a smoke. I’m in the driver’s seat and reach across to unroll the passenger’s side window. That’s when my Spirit Guide Seth said, “I wouldn’t do that.”
Of course, I argued with him. You can argue all day long with God or your Spirit Guide. They can take it.
I got no response from him. Nada. Zip. Nothing. I’m asking, “Why did you say that? Why is it not okay for me to unroll the window?” Still nothing.
So, I shrug my shoulders and proceed to eat my sandwich. I can’t remember what it was that day. But I sure do have indelibly printed on my memory what came next.
This lady approached the passenger’s side window, leaned down, and asked me for directions to Trestle Glen. She was polite. I smiled and said, “Sure, it’s right there.” There was off to the left. I turned from her to point at where the street was. That’s when she reached in and took my purse from where it sat on the passenger’s seat.
Well, I moved fast that day. Really fast. I threw open my door just as a big old white Cadillac squealed up behind my car. There were three big men sitting in it. The petite, polite girl, with my purse in hand, ran to get into the back seat. I got to the car just in time to grab the handle of that rear door while the car was screeching away. I got dragged a little bit and did a belly flop on the road as the car sped away.
I skinned my hands and bumped my chin on the road. I had two huge bruises on my breasts later on from where I fell on my front. My hand was bleeding, and I had a big scuff mark on my forehead. My glasses skittered off but, luckily, weren’t too badly damaged.
But I had been violated. I had been robbed. Those people were laughing up a storm. My keys were gone. My wallet was gone. Everything was gone.
I was not unconscious. Shaken but okay. I went back to work and rang the doorbell so my supervisor could let me in. We called the police. Those shits had maxed out my credit card with a purchase of shoes in San Francisco within 20 minutes of having snagged my handbag.
Later, when the dust settled, I had, by then, figured out why my Spirit Guide had said what he had said. I also realized that next time, I was going to listen, consider carefully, and not discount the advice I got from Spirit.
I also realized I might not get any more than the one warning.
To this day, I carry my keys in my pocket, which necessitates that I wear clothes that have pockets. I always, without fail, leave my purse on the floor of the car rather than in reach on the passenger’s seat. I don’t smoke anymore, so don’t need the ventilating cross breeze for smoke to exit the vehicle, but I also never, ever roll that passenger window down more than a couple of inches.
I also don’t back-talk my guide any more. Oh, we fun around sometimes. But, if he or anybody in Spirit say, “Don’t go in there,” you better believe I pay attention.
I talked to Seth after it happened. He said, “We cannot prevent you from having an accident, but I will always be there to lift you up and brush you off.”
So, no wrong moves just because I channel? No. Maybe there are psychics out there who are so attuned to Spirit that panic, fear, and our general neuroses don’t get in the way of successful discourse between them and their Spirit Guides. What can I say other than I am a work in progress?
Just dust yourself off and try again.