What Spirit Guides Sound Like
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Separation.
â€œYou say â€˜they,â€™â€ my friend asks, â€œbut who are â€˜theyâ€™? Those are the spirit guides you refer to?â€
Heâ€™s a little nervous with the idea. Heâ€™s seen things, too, but the idea of hearing voices makes him nervous. I quickly ex- plain that I donâ€™t Â experience my guides quite like that. Some- times itâ€™s like a fully formed thought that pops into my head so emphatically that it seems like Â someone else said the words. SometimesÂ itâ€™sÂ aÂ suddenÂ pushÂ ofÂ intuition.Â SometimesÂ itâ€™sÂ a voice I hear as Iâ€™m waking or meditating, yet no one Â else is there. Sometimes itâ€™s just an idea in my head that comes out of my mouth before I know the idea is there and afterwards, Iâ€™m struck by the Â sudden brilliance of it because itâ€™s something I never thought of before and canâ€™t imagine why Iâ€™m thinking of it now or how I could possibly know this information, especially when itâ€™s someone elseâ€™s secret.
â€œBut how does it work?â€ he persists.
â€œItâ€™s like listening to your inner voice,â€ I tell him. â€œAnd if you Â prefer to call it that, weâ€™re probably talking about the same thing…only Â different terminology. We sense the world, sense danger, sense opportunity, sense love and longing, and we try to give it a source, especially when it feels foreign to us or doesnâ€™t make logical sense. Â Whether you consider that inner voice, that intuition, to be internal or external is all in how you prefer to dress it up.â€
Sometimes itâ€™s a nagging inclination in the back of my mind to Â send a note to someone Iâ€™ve lost touch with and no matter how many Â times I try to dismiss the thought as a lost cause, it keeps coming back until I act on it.
Sometimes itâ€™s Â an Â uneasy Â feeling Â or Â a Â sudden, Â unexplained urge to turn left instead of right, and Iâ€™ll discover later that I missed a traffic jam that would have made me late or an automobile accident I could have been in the middle of.
Sometimes itâ€™s a gentle plea for me to wake up when Iâ€™ve overslept, Â usually Â something Â I Â experience Â as Â an Â auditory Â response. Other times, itâ€™s a waking thought or one soon after Iâ€™m dozing in the morning shower that tells me to stop subsidizing certain charity projects Â because itâ€™s time for them to stand on their own. These little messages in the shower are often down- right brilliant and I almost need to jot them Â down between soapings.
Yesterday, I kept my guides very busy, mainly because I didnâ€™t listen to them. â€œTheyâ€ had already given me a message as I woke, one that made a huge impact on me and on my plans for the next month.
At lunch, I got the hint that I seriously needed to take my lunch hour and get out of the office, but I kept on working. Finally, after 1:00, I decided I really needed to eat something. I got the hint again to drive off to some half-decent restaurant for a to-go order to bring back to my desk, but I dismissed that one, too. Instead, I decided to walk over to the Food Court for Chinese. Immediately, I got a strong impulse to skip lunch altogether.
On the way to the Food Court, I crossed the one-way street I cross at least half a dozen times a week. The previous day, when Iâ€™d come back from crossing the street, Iâ€™d had a sud- den, overwhelming thought Â that Â I should look right every time when Iâ€™m headed back, even if it is a one-way street. Then I felt I was being silly because itâ€™s a one-way street far from any traffic in the opposite direction and in almost 18 years of crossing that street, Iâ€™ve never once seen a car heading down it the wrong way. I looked anyway, no one was there, and then I dismissed the idea.
So yesterday, I crossed the street on my way to the Food Court and Â didnâ€™t think once about the traffic, except to note that there were absolutely no cars on the street. I was too busy thinking about my dentist appointment later in the day.
At the Food Court, the Chinese restaurant had just what I wanted but the cook insisted on making a fresh batch for me. Which was odd because there was plenty of food for me. I said no because I needed to get back to my desk. She insisted again, and again I said no.
At the drink counter, I might have waited patiently for the oblivious slow-poke in front of me, but I decided instead to get a different Â kind of drink even though the thought crossed my mind of how much I wanted a certain brand of soda. I didnâ€™t want it enough to wait for it.
I saw several colleagues I might have joined or said hello to, but I ignored that impulse, too, and headed back to the office.
I reached the one-way street and looked left as usual. Odd. There must have been six or more cars coming in the double lane from the Â left. Almost like every car on the adjacent street had decided to converge on this street at the same time, and it wasnâ€™t even the lunch hours Â anymore. Seeing so many cars to my left did make me pause for a split second. But I still had time to cross the street before the cars reached Â me. Â My mind was a million miles away, and I never looked the other way.
As I took one step into the street, a car alarm went nuts to my Â right and I looked up in time to see a truck screaming down the Â streetâ€”headed the wrong wayâ€”coming my way. I didnâ€™t have time to cross the street. I stopped dead-still and he passed in front of me, realizing suddenly that he was facing six oncoming cars and screeching to a halt. He never saw me I almost heard the sighs of exhausted relief from my guides as I took a step backwards and waited for the truck to turn around and the other cars to pass. I realized then that I was standing exactly where Iâ€™d stood the day before when Iâ€™d heard the message loud and clear to look both ways on the one-way street, and Iâ€™d ignored it.
Too often we dismiss guidanceâ€”whether from inside or outsideâ€”because we donâ€™t want to feel silly or make a choice that doesnâ€™t Â seem intelligent. But itâ€™s not about the egoâ€”itâ€™s about the intuition and listening to it. Right now, Iâ€™m thinking of all the women Iâ€™ve known whoâ€™ve gotten mugged or hurt and later said, â€œSomething told me not to be there and I had a bad feeling about it, but I didnâ€™t listen.â€
I donâ€™t always listen either, Iâ€™ll admit, but Iâ€™m much more inclined now than ever before.