Do we really have guardian angels? How can we tell if they’re there? Can they really help us? For a little over a week, I’ve been exploring the practical application of angelic guidance in my day to day life and in my holistic psychiatric practice.
I had some faith that angelic guidance would be available if I asked for it, but I wasn’t sure whether it could really make a significant difference, so I decided to test it out. Today, I will share some results from my tests. Enjoy!
The Practical Application of Angelic Guidance
Do we really have guardian angels?
Recently, I encountered two women who communicate with angels. They seem quite sane. They say that everyone has guardian angels who are eager to help us.
“Wouldn’t it be nice if it were true,” I thought. Despite all my spiritual experiences with beings of light, I still feel quite bereft and guardian-angel-less. To me, angels are like the aurora borealis: I believe they exist and are beautiful and awesome, but they seem too far away to be present.
However, I thought that if guardian angels exist, then I can test for their presence in my daily life. So, over the past week, I began to ask for help with certain tasks to test if I had a guardian angel.
First, I began with something simple in the morning before work. I asked for angelic help to remind me to bring up a bottle of Omegagenics DHA-EPA 2400 fish oil from my downstairs office to the upstairs refrigerator. The empty bottle of fish oil has been sitting on my kitchen counter day after day. In the evening, at the end of my work day, I repeatedly forget to bring the supplement upstairs, and I’ve been too tired and lazy to make a separate trip downstairs to retrieve it.
As usual, when evening came, the furthest thing from my mind was the bottle of fish oil. I was about to walk upstairs when the thought of the fish oil stopped me mid-stride. I was surprised how the reminder suddenly came when I was focused on going upstairs and relaxing from work. “Thank you, Angel,” I thought, as I went upstairs with the bottle.
Second, on Monday evening, when I was talking with my web designer/newsletter editor, Jack Rome, an insight entered my mind from out of nowhere. I “realized” that my holistic updates/newsletter articles on my website were not searchable on Google.
What?!
Since 2016, I had assumed that once they were on my website that they would be searchable like any article on the internet. When I asked Jack about it, he confirmed that I was correct. My holistic updates/newsletters could only be found by those who come to my website because the MailChimp links made them difficult to find on Google. We made a plan to make the articles searchable on the internet. “Thank you, Angel!” I thought again, even though I felt bad about all the years when my articles lay like buried gold nuggets hidden in my website.
Third, on Friday evening, I asked for angelic help for my session with (54 year-old) P. W. I wanted him to have a significant positive healing experience. I had helped P. W. get off Effexor many years ago, but I’ve continued to provide psychotherapeutic support to him occasionally.
He began his session by sharing how the beginning of the year has always been a difficult time for him due to past traumatic experiences: the death of his older brother right before he was born, the death of his mother from colon cancer, his surgery for colon cancer at the same time she died, then attending her funeral, and now the coronavirus pandemic. We did some EET + Logosynthesis on these traumas. He cried out of grief, after many years of not being able to cry over those painful times.
But then, we talked about all the positive things he learned and gained from those difficult times. He started to appreciate his strengths. I found myself having some thoughts about his parents’ reaction to his birth after his older brother died. They could never open their hearts to him or bond with him. They were too afraid of loss to love him.
Not really knowing where these thoughts would lead, I began to share them with him. Words began to flow through me. I told him that even though his parents couldn’t appreciate the gift that he was, even if they chose to put God’s gift away in a closet and never unwrap it, it doesn’t make him any less of a gift to them.
With calm conviction, I said, “you are a gift: to your parents, to your wife, and to your company.” I added, “it’s time to unwrap the gift that you are.”
For a moment, the silence felt radiant with light. P. W. repeated, “it’s time to unwrap the gift that you are.”
“That’s awesome,” he said. “I want to write that down.”
He began to cry, this time with joy. He made a joke about crying out of sadness at the beginning and crying out of joy at the end, calling it bookend-crying. We laughed together for a long time.
At the end of the day, as I turned off the lights to my office, I thought, once again, “Thank you, Angel!”