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Issue 21 Guardian Angels

Guardian Angels

Do they really exist? Are there even such beings or do they only exist in literature of religion and other genre? And, if they are real, can we all theoretically see and interact with them? What exactly are they? Who are they really? Can people who are not of the Christian faith believe in them, too? Some also refer to them as spirit guides or higher intelligence. Some even believe that they can be the spirit or energy of our departed loved ones from the other realm, watching over us, guiding and protecting us. I have found myself using these terms interchangeably. If we are to believe in the existence of angels, perhaps for discussion purposes, we can lend to their credibility by describing their purpose.

In the last 2 weeks I’ve wondered about their existence and if they were somehow connected at all with what was happening in my life and the lives of the people around me. Are they passive observers or do they have the ability to actively guide our direction in life? And, if guardian angels do exist, what is their role and connection with what is happening in our lives and will we ever know with certainty whether or not they exist? Are there signs that we can detect and if there are, would they be obvious or subtle?

I remember as a child watching various movies that explored the subject of angels. Some were comedies while others were dramas. Sometimes humans can see them only if the angels wanted to be seen. But, what of these heavenly guides and their relationship with humans in real life? What are the circumstances in which they would show up and be visible? Much of the human world depicts angels as humanoid beings with wings.

Spiritual literature describes them as being more esoteric, focal points of energy, collections of lights, if you will, that we can see or feel during times of stillness and silence, as well as times of turmoil. They can give us comfort or a push in the right direction by sending us messages when we sit in stillness, or via our dreams, or our sense of smell, or even sending us physical signs (birds, butterflies, hummingbirds, lizards, frogs, squirrels, etc). If any, what is their connection with us when we meditate, for instance? Can meditation possibly provide a portal for communication with our heavenly guides?

Meditation is about sitting in silence and passively permitting us to reach levels of clarity and peace by allowing confrontation and eventual release of the noise and clutter in our mind and body. Michael Singer of “The Untethered Soul” states that meditation is about being aware of being aware and that there is an observer that watches the thoughts. It conditions us to surrender to what-is and that all of our answers and solutions are already here, right in front of us, within us, leaving us to want for nothing, instilling in us a sense of knowing our purpose and that we don’t need to chase after anything. Some also believe that meditation opens us up to receiving messages from our guardian angels or higher intelligence team.

Spiritual and personal growth instructors describe information downloads that sometimes occur when we are deep in meditation. But, where does the download come from and who is responsible for it? Research suggests that this kind of download does not originate from our brain or our thoughts but instead, from the space outside the brain. Some scientists have maintained that what we are downloading is consciousness itself and that the brain is merely a receiver or transistor radio.

This download has been described as a sudden feeling that there is a sense of knowing, but that the source of this knowledge does not originate from anything we have read or from anything anyone has said to us. This information download has also been described as a type of telepathic knowing, in which we explain that we don’t know how we know something but that we just know. Spiritual literature suggests that this download of information to guide us may very well be from our guardian angels.

As I have mentioned in previous issues, I recalled clearly as if it were just yesterday that one night I woke up after being asleep for several hours and witnessed 4 tiny humanoid images walk from the right side of my bed and disappear into the footboard of the bed. I remember blinking my eyes repetitively and rather aggressively to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me and clearly there were 4 images that vanished into the foot of my bed. They had round heads, arms, legs, and bodies resembling transparent gingerbread men. They did not have any eyes or ears or any other distinguishing bodily features.

This was my first encounter that something else was at play and that there was more to this world than what met the eye. Fortunately, Mom confirmed it for me by saying that those were my friends up in that playground where we all had been playing before we were born. And, she would just say it in a matter-of-fact manner. Mom never considered herself a particularly religious or a spiritual individual but she used to tell us about the plethora of spirits in the house in which she grew up.

(This is Mom’s story, well, one of them anyway). She came from a large family in which she was the 14th out of 16 siblings total and the spirits were a commonplace and roamed around freely. Some were transparent while others were not, but visible only to certain people. One account was when she was walking by one of her older brothers and hearing him having a conversation while playing a game of marbles with a neighborhood boy his age. But, when she took a second glance, she realized her brother was alone, appearing to be talking to himself, yet the marbles moved on their own back and forth, and when she heard the name he called out, this particular boy has passed on years before from accidentally falling from the upper level of his barn and landing on a pitchfork.

Mom said that at the time, pretty much everyone in the family knew her brother was playing with a spirit but no one wanted to say anything because he was lonely growing up, despite being part of a large family and this spirit provided companionship for him. She believed that he was, in fact, her brother’s guardian angel. At least Mom felt that way along with the rest of the family.

As I continue to make sense of things this last week, I realized that no amount of mental preparation prepares you for a monumental life change. And, that is because for many years now, I have immersed myself in the study of the mysteries of the universe, personal growth, meditation, consciousness and the purpose of our existence.

Life always surprises us when we least expect it. Spiritual literature shares that we only experience surprise when we are not ready for what is happening at the moment and because we obsess over specific expectations that differ from the eventual outcome. As much as I already know this, I do find myself falling into the ego’s trap more often than I’d like.

Knowledge of personal growth and conscious awareness does not prevent us from reacting emotionally during times of crisis and trauma, but it gives us the tools to wake up quickly and to bring our attention back to the present moment, allowing us to make better decisions which can ultimately facilitate more favorable outcomes. As a result, I would become aware of the egoic illusions playing out in my mind in a shorter amount of time and able to prevent myself from falling deeper or remaining stuck longer in the ego’s cage.

I’m going to share some events that happened in the last month that don’t seem to have a regular or usual explanation. One morning as I was getting out of the car and making my way to the door of our office, something caught the corner of my eye on the ground in front of the dumpster.

As I made my way to take a closer look, it was a feather with bands on it. Being unfamiliar with species of birds in general, I did some research to see if there was any significance to this discovery. At the end of this past week, something again caught my eye. But this time, it was a dark feather that was lying on the ground as I was walking towards the office door.

In all of the 22 years I’ve lived in the desert, I have neither seen nor found any type of feather cross my path and I have always had a habit of looking at the ground when I walk. I’ve saved countless caterpillars, beetles, bees, praying mantises and the like over the years thanks to that, but my friends through out my later school years weren’t so thrilled as I frequently did not see them waving to me as they passed me on the street.

After doing a bit of research to find out if there was any information about the meaning of such findings, I thought that maybe it was just a coincidence or a random occurrence. To my surprise, much of the available literature pointed to origins of a spiritual nature or of the spirit world. Words such as “journey, transformation, mystery, wisdom, travel, intuition, protection, connection to God, spirit guides and ancestor” came up. While I found this fascinating and entertained the notion that perhaps there was merit to these explanations, part of me wondered if there was indeed a much deeper meaning and greater truth in these definitions than what we are led and taught to believe.

For now, as I prepare for this unexpected travel to a much farther destination than I would have ever imagined — the outcome of which that could end up being the best thing that could have ever happen to and for me — I have to believe that somehow unseen forces were at play. Perhaps this new beginning is the universe’s way of telling me,

”Yes, we’ve been listening to your prayers and intentions; yes, we’ve been reading your journal; and yes, your passion comes from your heart and is in alignment with what we have planned for you, so off you go. Be happy and continue to be of service to others and impact the lives of lots of people. “

I am still intimately feeling the egoic shivers of fear of the unknown, as it continues to process all the events that have rippled through; but I also know this very fear, this egoic desire to process and analyze are all just mandates of the same illusion. I am witnessing the death of my old story and telling the ego there’s a new story just beginning to unfold. The reason it is all good is because this was meant to happen or it wouldn’t have happened.

Everything will be allowed to play out. I am here to get out of my own way. And, since I can only see all that I will lose, I have to trust with my heart’s deepest authentic faith that all that I will gain is waiting for me and will remain in the shadows waiting to greet and embrace me, as the light will never shine on the entire path but only illuminate each next step that I take and complete. Have faith, I tell myself, that everything happens for a reason and that everything turns out the way it is meant to turn out.

No matter what, I offer my love and gratitude to God and the benevolent universe, to my higher intelligence team, and my angels.

And finally, I send my love and gratitude to my all-time biggest fan, my best guardian angel —Mom — who has been listening to my dreams, my thoughts, and my prayers.

I’m so grateful for all your help, your messages, your signs, and your light. Thank you for being with me and watching over me. I love you, Mom. Always. ♥️

With loving gratitude,

Celeste Amaya, MD

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