In my last blog post I told you how I learned to communicate with a spirit guide named Owen via automatic writing. I “spoke” with him daily, but had never felt so confused.
I spent half my day fearing it wasn’t real, and the other half squirming in disbelief. Could this be happening? Was I crazy? I had been raised by highly-educated atheists. Mainstream society absolutely did not accept the existence of such phenomena. The act of automatic writing itself was very amorphous – who was to say whether I was making up these messages or not? Was it all over-interpretation and wishful thinking, or was it a valid supernatural experience?
I spent half my day fearing it wasn’t real, and the other half squirming in disbelief. Could this be happening? Was I crazy? I had been raised by highly-educated atheists. Mainstream society absolutely did not accept the existence of such phenomena. The act of automatic writing itself was very amorphous – who was to say whether I was making up these messages or not? Was it all over-interpretation and wishful thinking, or was it a valid supernatural experience?
My head was spinning as I walked my infant son in his stroller a few days after my first contact with Owen. In a frustrated one-way dialogue, I silently argued with Owen about how hard it was to believe any of this.
I didn’t know the town of Naugatuck very well, so my internal debate was interrupted when I realized the park I planned to visit lay in a nearly invisible, dead-end expanse of grass under a noisy highway cloverleaf, accessible on foot only by a narrow sidewalk running up an exit ramp.
The grassy area and playground looked promising at a distance, but as I crossed the parking lot, accessible via a long driveway from a dead end side street, I saw graffiti everywhere. It became chillingly apparent to me that we were all alone in this huge, isolated, inaccessible space.
As if on cue, a souped-up black van screeched into the parking lot, carried along on almost visible waves of heavy metal music. A thick-limbed guy dressed in black leather, long-haired, full-bearded and tattooed, leaped out and whistled for his enormous German shepherd. Suddenly, I felt paralyzed with fear.
I am convinced to this day that my fear was probably justified. After all, I grew up in and around New York City, and like most New Yorkers, I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I have genuinely felt threatened by anyone.
Scary Dude with his scary dog trotted swiftly towards us. Surprisingly panicked, I silently demanded, “Owen, if you are real, then prove it! Make them go away NOW!”
Scary Dude was striding hard and fast, but the very second my mind yelled that silent thought, he spun on his heel, whistled for his dog, got back in the van and drove away. Instantly. It was way beyond odd or coincidental – we were definitely in miracle country.
I repeat: Scary Dude abruptly reversed direction while striding at top speed, without hesitating, without pausing, without showing sign of any thought, the moment I demanded Owen make him leave. AFTER he had troubled to drive all through town to a dead-end, remote back road, down a long, out-of-the-way driveway, parked, got out, and walked less than ten steps.
It was like watching a puppet get jerked on a string. And it all happened so fast the dog didn’t even get to pee.
To a casual observer it would have looked very strange. To me, it was a jaw dropping validation of what Owen could do. All my doubts vanished in that moment.
Of course, I am human, so the doubts returned later on – but that’s a tale for another time.
In the meantime, do not be afraid to ask your guides for proof of their existence. Experts advise that you do not demand a very specific proof, but this story is evidence that anything is possible. Validation is a necessary ingredient driving our spiritual development, and you should expect – nay, demand – it of your guides and angels.
Post Script: I am using automatic writing when I do email tarot readings and write some blog posts – which is not to say that every word is channeled. Some of the writing is my own and some is from your guides and mine. I do edit the phrasing, since our guides frequently speak in a very antique, almost tortuous form of English.
My new email tarot readings are only $20 for a one- or two-page PDF with at least three cards, beautifully illustrated and thoroughly explained. They are nothing like the automated readings generated by electronic decks. These are highly-personalized messages from your guides, pulled together by me exactly as I would do in a phone reading. Try one today!
I didn’t know the town of Naugatuck very well, so my internal debate was interrupted when I realized the park I planned to visit lay in a nearly invisible, dead-end expanse of grass under a noisy highway cloverleaf, accessible on foot only by a narrow sidewalk running up an exit ramp.
The grassy area and playground looked promising at a distance, but as I crossed the parking lot, accessible via a long driveway from a dead end side street, I saw graffiti everywhere. It became chillingly apparent to me that we were all alone in this huge, isolated, inaccessible space.
As if on cue, a souped-up black van screeched into the parking lot, carried along on almost visible waves of heavy metal music. A thick-limbed guy dressed in black leather, long-haired, full-bearded and tattooed, leaped out and whistled for his enormous German shepherd. Suddenly, I felt paralyzed with fear.
I am convinced to this day that my fear was probably justified. After all, I grew up in and around New York City, and like most New Yorkers, I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I have genuinely felt threatened by anyone.
Scary Dude with his scary dog trotted swiftly towards us. Surprisingly panicked, I silently demanded, “Owen, if you are real, then prove it! Make them go away NOW!”
Scary Dude was striding hard and fast, but the very second my mind yelled that silent thought, he spun on his heel, whistled for his dog, got back in the van and drove away. Instantly. It was way beyond odd or coincidental – we were definitely in miracle country.
I repeat: Scary Dude abruptly reversed direction while striding at top speed, without hesitating, without pausing, without showing sign of any thought, the moment I demanded Owen make him leave. AFTER he had troubled to drive all through town to a dead-end, remote back road, down a long, out-of-the-way driveway, parked, got out, and walked less than ten steps.
It was like watching a puppet get jerked on a string. And it all happened so fast the dog didn’t even get to pee.
To a casual observer it would have looked very strange. To me, it was a jaw dropping validation of what Owen could do. All my doubts vanished in that moment.
Of course, I am human, so the doubts returned later on – but that’s a tale for another time.
In the meantime, do not be afraid to ask your guides for proof of their existence. Experts advise that you do not demand a very specific proof, but this story is evidence that anything is possible. Validation is a necessary ingredient driving our spiritual development, and you should expect – nay, demand – it of your guides and angels.
Post Script: I am using automatic writing when I do email tarot readings and write some blog posts – which is not to say that every word is channeled. Some of the writing is my own and some is from your guides and mine. I do edit the phrasing, since our guides frequently speak in a very antique, almost tortuous form of English.
My new email tarot readings are only $20 for a one- or two-page PDF with at least three cards, beautifully illustrated and thoroughly explained. They are nothing like the automated readings generated by electronic decks. These are highly-personalized messages from your guides, pulled together by me exactly as I would do in a phone reading. Try one today!
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