Guardian Angels?

In my culture I was raised to believe in guardian angels. I was raised Catholic, but attended a Methodist church by choice as a teenager and haven't attended any church "religiously" since I was 19 years old. But, I'd heard of guardian angels. Those were the spirits of dead loved ones who watched over you to protect you.

Fast forward many years and I'm re-introduced to the concept of an entity (spirit, guide, whatever...) helping you, guiding you... Part of the psychic curriculum is to find and communicate with your guides.

I've been told I have three guides around me, two women and one man. I was told this in November last year, and when I went to the first event (the table tipping) I was intimidated by the psychics who were there. They told me about the woman they saw, she has long dark hair in a bun and wears Victorian style clothing with a high collar (ruffle or lacy). Now on this first meeting I had the distinct impression that my "grandpy" was there. He died when I was 10. I muttered sheepishly something to the effect that I thought my grandfather had come through. But no one acknowledged my comment or presence of him around me. I just thought I was being hokey, influenced by the John Edwards book I was reading.

Looking back, I know better now to trust my instincts more. I hadn't thought of my grandfather in years. For all the John Edwards episodes I've watched, for all the psychic stuff I look at, I still hadn't thought of my grandfather once, until I was on my way to the Mediumship Awareness group. On my way there, I thought of him and so, when we got into the meditation I thought I was influencing my impressions. What I didn't realize was that he was coming through in advance of the meditation because I was ready. - duh!

Five months later I'm in a class learning how to get in touch with my guide(s). The dark haired woman has been spotted a few times by other psychics, so I'm expecting to meet her when we meditate. I had a hard time seeing her in the meditation. It was like bad tv reception with old rabbit ear antennae (really dating myself now). This vision would pop in and out, it felt forced. But the one thing I did get from it was a date. 1/22. I knew, without a doubt that my guide tied to that date. My logical side was telling me that the dark haired woman with her hair up in a bun was my mother's mother. Maternal Grandmother. She died when my mom was 11 years old and I never met her. I don't ever remember seeing a photo of her.

I emailed my mom and asked her what her mom's birth date and death date were. I was confident I'd get my validation. My mom wrote back, birth date 05/15/1909, death date was 09/14/1952. Disappointing... but my mom is especially good with important dates... so I asked her who of my ancestors would have anything to do with the date 1/22. Her reply... "That was your grandfather's birthday."

I am more likely to trust my own instincts now-a-days, not because I'm any better at doing this than I was five months ago. But because I realize what I do know is right.

Guardian Angels? Guides? what do you want to call them?
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