My Groupies

A few psychics I’ve been to have told me that I have a number of guides with me. In the early days I just took that on with a grain of salt. But since developing my own skills I’ve been able to meet them on the odd occasion.

Who are they? I call them ‘my dudes’ and we have a fairly informal relationship. No mystical reverence on my part that’s for sure:) That’s not to say that I don’t feel honored to have them in my life and thankful for their guidance. And respectful – I have a lot of respect for them. But mainly I honor the ‘spark of god’ within them as it is with all of us..They are just more evolved than we are.

At this point I still don’t know how many I actually have. I believe there are at least 5. The following is a break down of the ones I’m currently aware of and cover a span of almost 20 years.

Since starting this path I’ve met a number of them and have been fortunate enough to learn their names and occasionally see them. As I understand things – we all have at least one guide. Not sure what determines how many we have. For me – I have a number of guides but each has a greater presence in my life at particular points/stages. Sometimes one will step back as we move into a new phase to allow another to come through who is better suited to guide me through that next stage of life.

The first guide I was introduced to was Pomee – an old Native American Chief. He reminds me alot of my grandfather. Stern but friendly. I’ve met him many times in meditations and looking back I am convinced he was my first ‘invisible’ dude that used to visit me in my early 20’s. I covered that in this post He used to be a large part of my life but has taken a step back in the last few years to allow the others to come through. Regardless – he is my constant rock. I’ve shared many special moments with him in my meditations. I particularly remember an instance where he was basically telling me that he was stepping back. In that we shared a smoking pipe – I felt deeply honored that he would share one with me. Then at the end he actually gave me the pipe and although he didn’t say anything I knew it was his way of saying that he was taking a back seat for while. I remember opening my eyes and tears just streaming down my face. That was about 3 years ago and since then I’ve definitely noticed he’s not around as much. He still pops in from time to time which is nice.

The next guide I found out about was Ellie.
I first met Ellie when trying to get in touch with Pomee. But instead of Pomee showing up, I had a cloud of blue sparkles appear. The cloud consisted of about 20-30 loosely grouped blueish sparkles. So incredibly beautiful! And they hung around for a good 5 minutes. It was only much later I found out that the blue sparkles were ‘Ellie’. Since then I’ve learnt that she is an elemental (of the fairie kind) and appears either as blue sparkles or as a purple wispy thing. In her purple state she looks like purple ink dropped into a glass of water – very flowly and impacted by air currents. Before meeting/knowing about Ellie – I did not believe in fairies. When a psychic first told me about her and suggested I learn about them I was highly suspicious. But in the years since I’ve learnt a lot about elementals and have interacted with her and others. I’m now convinced they are real. More about elementals in another post though.

Then I met my animal spirit guide who happens to be a spider. Still not sure of her name although I’ve recently had an amazing interaction with her which I’ll post at a later date also.

Then I met my higher self. This was a little odd because on the one hand she’s very different to me – a lot taller, bigger oval eyes, long yellow hair, statuesque – but she also has a deep familiarity. I knew who she was from the eyes. The shape of them might of been different but there was something about her pupils that I instantly recognised as being part of me.

Then there was the lady in black who I like to call Devine Miss M. Her name as she spelt it out to me is something like Mestjaja but I can’t pronounce it so I call her Devine Miss M. I’ve not yet seen her face – I only ever see her in a black cowl. She’s more elderly judging by her posture and hands and I get the feeling she’ll be my guide later in life. She seems to be standing in the wings so to speak at the moment.

And more recently – since I’ve become a Reiki master and teacher, I now have a Reiki Guide along for the ride. He goes by the name of Master Hiroshi or Master Horushu….I can’t remember. I met clearly with him during my reiki master initiation and he told me his name but I was off the planet with all the energies around at that time that I can’t quite remember…I’m sure I’ll get it right one day.

What do they want? Just to help. But I first must ask for their help and then have the patience to receive it at the right time. [Which I’m still learning to do.]

Early settler

Relaxing in bed one night I thought I’d try Julie’s suggestion to receive messages from my guides. Julie had once explained to me that a great way to connect with the other side and to get messages is to imagine you are in a dark tunnel/cave and there is a light far off in the distance. You then have that light come towards you, growing in size as it does so. Eventually its so close and big that you are in the light.

My bedroom at the time was incredibly dark so I was able to lie in bed with my eyes wide open and visualise the light.

I allowed the light to approach and overtake me. When it did, I felt myself ‘land’ (for lack of better word) in the middle of some bushland. Not sure exactly where I was but judging by the plants and noises I was in either Victoria or New South Wales. There were a lot of gum trees and the undergrowth consisted of ferns and other plants that look familiar but I have no idea what they are called. It wasn’t like the scrub that you get in Queensland I know that much.

The whole ‘scene’ had a blueish/grey light to it – like very early dawn or lit by moonlight. Looking around I noticed that I was in some sort of clearing. All the undergrowth had been cleared and only the trunks of very large grey gum trees remained. There was the gentle chirping of birds waking up and the ground was covered in sticks and dried leaves. About 30 meters away there was a log cabin with a thin wisp of smoke coming out of the chimney. Not sure of the time/day/year but I had the distinct feeling that it was sometime in the 1800’s and that it was dawn.

Once I got over the initial shock/surprise I was amazed at how crystal clear everything was. It wasn’t just an image or a dream. I was actually there….and I still had my eyes open.

I stood there for a few seconds listening to the quiet countryside with the odd chirping of the first birds waking up for the day and a gentle rustle through the leaves.

For what ever reason I decided to move towards the house. As I took my first step forward, the sound of crunching leaves and twigs under foot was so loud in the quiet dawn that it startled me. This ‘start’ jumped me back into my room and the next thing I know I was looking at my dark bedroom walls.

The interesting part about all this was that I was quite aware that my eyes were open the whole time and yet what I saw changed. And yet it wasn’t just ‘seeing’ – I know was there. I’m not sure what happened. Part of it felt like my third eye opened and showed me another time/place, but another part of it feels like I astral traveled to another time/place.

No idea how any of this really works but I know it happened.