Have you ever felt like someone or something was looking out for you? Not all encounters with spirits are scary. Sometimes when you don’t even realize you need it, these unseen entities are there at just the time you need them most.
For the past few weeks Scary Saturday has featured Yolanda’s stories about, what I am convinced, are Guardian Spirits. Tonight I will be sharing my own story about my spirit guardians.
I have always felt that there was something special – maybe not special about me, but more like there was something special around me. There have been many times in my life that I have given a nod and a silent “Thank you” to, I don’t know, something or someone. There have been many times in my life when I have absolutely felt like I had a guardian spirit.
Then one day I learned I have three.
When I was a young adult I was fascinated by the paranormal. I was intrigued but too scared to really explore the connection that I knew I had with things unseen. Many of my psychic experiences during my childhood were frankly, scary as hell. So I suppressed that paranormal connection. I always grasped desperately for the logical explanations – I was far too psychically immature and naive to be able to deal with it.
One night my friends and I were bored and feeling a little adventurous. A few of them suggested we go to this restaurant just over the state line that offered for dinner entertainment a fifteen minute session with a tarot reader. That sounded fun, didn’t it?
I was very anxious about this outing but they talked me in to it and we all decided that we didn’t need to do the tarot reading if we didn’t want to. The restaurant was actually very charming. It was set up in this huge old Victorian style house. The dining room was about a dozen or so tables that were scattered across two large rooms. There was a quaint little sitting area in the foyer and the tarot reader was in a room upstairs.
I felt so comfortable in the whole atmosphere and decided – “What the hell, why not!” A few glasses of wine with dinner had given me some courage. I put my name on the sign up sheet to see the tarot reader and waited for my name to be called.
She was fascinating. I was expecting to see a gypsy type woman with the colorful bandana, hoop earrings, crystal ball, and all of the stereotypical trappings that I thought a psychic would look like.
She looked like someone’s mom. She looked like any one of the diners downstairs, or like anyone that you would see in the grocery store by the canned foods. She looked normal.
When I stepped into the room and sat down at the table across from her I was so nervous. She reached across the table to shake my hand. I can’t even describe the sensation when she held my hand in hers. It felt charged. Not like electricity, but that is the closest sensation I can think of to describe it.
The fifteen minute tarot reading was a basic three card spread. I chose three cards that would represent past, present, and future. I could ask three questions on anything I wanted. I can’t remember what cards I chose, nor do I remember what questions I asked. I’m sure it was something very superficial and the type of questions that she was used to having people ask her – romance, money, and health are the standard. I can’t recall any of that.
It was what she said after that took my breath away – “You have very strong spirits around you all the time.” she said matter of factly, “You know this.”
I sat back down, there was about five minutes left in my reading. She then told me that I have three spirit guardians. One was a small child, another was a young man, and the third was an old woman. She told me that they have been with me for a long time.
I was a little freaked out and thanked her then went back downstairs to join my friends. I didn’t tell them about what the tarot reader said.
Flash forward about ten years. I had spent a lot of time really exploring my spirituality. Studied, researched, and adopted some eclectic philosophies. I bought a tarot deck and learned to read tarot cards. I was finally comfortable with the psychic world around me. I didn’t really think about my spirit guardians. I just trusted that they were there.
One night my sister and I were having a few beers at the local dive bar and she spotted a woman that she knew. This woman, my sister said, was clairvoyant. We ended up joining her at her table and chatted about this and that. I asked her about how she interacted with the spiritual world and some other questions about her gift. Then I asked her if she could see spirit guardians.
She looked at me and said “You have three very strong spirits with you. And you know this.”
“Tell me about them.” I asked.
“Oh what a fun little child one is, always laughing and running around.” My heart skipped a beat. “Now there’s a handsome young man full of some mischief himself.”
I swallowed hard and asked about the third.
“The third,” she said “is a very old man, older than time.”
Do you believe in spirit guardians? I believe in mine. I don’t see them. I don’t interact with them. But I know they’re there. I have quietly thanked them on a few occasions when I knew they had stepped in to protect me.
Those occasions are a story for another time.
Do you have a scary story to share?
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Thanks for reading!