I Speak to God and God Speaks to Me
A short post about this Jew’s relationship with the Hindu God Rama and my other spirit guides — I did not seek out an Eastern path and have never consulted any masters or gurus
Gods and Goddesses Earth Air Fire and Water Elementary Ancestral soul connections Defy labeled constructions
You may read my thoughts behind that poem here:
Tanka that Celebrated the Coincidence of ILLUMINATION’s Birth and My Spiritual Awakening Catalyzed by My Lover Lindsey’s Death
3/19/20 wailing shattering space-time Synchronizes births Illuminating sunrise Marcus wakes from Greg’s shadow
Shortly after my instantaneous spiritual awakening on March 19, 2020, I started to seek the counsel of my spirit guides, facilitated by my channeler/psychic medium, Anne (Ane). At the first meeting with my spirit guides, I learned that I have four:
(1) A “mother” to love and nurture me, who Anne feels has been the soul of a human mother to me in past lives and appears to Anne in the image of a 1950s television show character housewife. Picture June Cleaver as played by Barabra Billingsly, Margaret Anderson as played by Jane Wyatt, or as I prefer, Donna Reed.
My mother comes to meetings when the universe feels I need the advice of a parent, or when they intend to reveal things to me that might upset me and want her there to comfort me if necessary.
(2) A nurse with a Sanskrit name, who the first time I met her Anne said had a whole team and a crash cart with her. I believe that this guide and her team are my guardian angels and have stepped in when I may have overdone it and have kept me from needing to go to a hospital on occasion. For more on guardian angels, please read this story by Rebecca Romanelli:
(3) One who wears suits that Anne describes as reminding her of an accountant, whose role is to help me align my vocation with my soul’s purpose, which is among the reasons why I believe I found Medium.
(4) A Native American, who is my fiercest protector, and with whom Anne believes I have had past lives as loyal friends and traveling companions. I wrote this haiku for him:
(The image in that story is a beautiful painting, HEAT by Viktor Sheleg. I contacted the gallery who contacted the artist and obtained for me his permission to use it.)
That first meeting and each one since has taken place at a tree-lined watering hole (that is how Anne describes it to me and while I have yet to see it, I can intuitively imagine it). Shortly before that, I researched what animal was likely to be my “Spirit Animal.” After reading a bit about how one can discern their Spirit Animal, I believed mine would be the Elephant. At my guides’ and my first discussion, an Elephant observed us from a distance in the treeline. I remember feeling a special connection to this observer.
In the next and every subsequent channeling, the Elephant took command — answering my questions, posing thought-provoking questions to me — if the others chimed in it was clear to me they first awaited his signal to do so. I intuitively knew early on the honor the universe had granted me but waited a week or so before clueing Anne in, waiting for the right segue, which presented itself when she remarked that she was in awe of my Elephant.
First, though I asked Anne to ask Elephant its name — the soft-spoken answer confirmed what I sensed.
After the Elephant’s first appearance as an observer, I intuited a connection to Hindu deities. Vishnu, part of the Hindu Trinity of Creator (Brahma), Protector (Vishnu) and Destroyer (Shiva), is synonymous with Ganesh, who is symbolized by an Elephant’s head. My elephant said its name is Rama. Rama is one of Vishnu’s human incarnations. That Elephant is my Highest Power.
My Elephant-Spirit-Guide is God.
Sometime later on, I asked Rama why me — am I special? Rama answered that God is available to anyone and everyone all the time if they only knew how to see and hear.
More stories of my spiritual awakening, Rama and my guides, Lindsey, and my work with Anne:
In Rama I create, with soul-energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,