Talking to the Divine

I’ll admit that this one is a little out there, but when I committed to writing weekly posts, I promised that I’d always write about the topic that was most top-of-mind that week. My priority has always to be genuine in my reflections and wonderings, so here goes. 

I previously wrote about a life-changing experience I had with a spiritual worker in Mexico that ultimately led to the ending of a loving-yet-tumultuous romantic relationship. One thing I didn’t touch on in that note—partly because it was a little kooky, even for me—was the shaman’s emphasis that I had guardian angels looking after me. 

“No one is this lucky in life without help from above,” he told me. “Someone’s looking out for you.” 

Regardless of how much I believed it at the time, the comment stayed with me. It was a nice sentiment, at the least. And, in the months following that encounter, the thought gave me an extra little boost of motivation to kickstart the meditation practice I had left behind years earlier. 

Getting back into meditating, as always, was difficult. But as I got into the groove, I found myself reaching just a few moments of peace and clarity with more consistency. And during those sparse moments, I felt like I got what the spiritual worker had been talking about. 

I could feel my guardian angels with me. And, when I asked questions, they’d whisper back.

It sounds a little crazy, I know.

Then, almost as quickly as I’d hopped on, I fell off the meditation bandwagon.

So, why am I reflecting about all this now? 

A couple days ago, my guardian angels came to me in a dream. It felt like they wanted to remind me that they were there after months of neglect on my part. 

Normally, I might not have thought much of it. But something else happened too. 

That night, when I woke up with the eerie feeling of having encountered the divine, I grabbed my phone to play the New York Times game, Spelling Bee. For those unfamiliar with the game, you’re given a jumble of letters with which to make as many words as possible. 

The letters in this particular round were “N-R-I-D-G-A-U.” These were the first words that popped into my head upon seeing this set:

• Guardian 

• Aura

• Guru

Coincidence? Sure, maybe. 

But I’m choosing to take it as a sign—one that is prompting me to turn back to meditating and trusting that the universe is doing its damn good cooking for me.