It was there again. I hadn’t felt it for quite a while – that slight but insistent pressure against the top-back of my head. It tells me when to go with the hunch that’s niggling in my mind – the one my logical brain is telling me I should probably ignore. So I trusted the hunch.
It was a delightful day; a group of like-minded people had gathered at my home and we’d talked for hours. One, though, was quieter. I’d not seen her for several years and was saddened to find her confused, anxious and somewhat tongue-tied. She’d travelled many miles and across several countries to be here. I asked her what her heart wanted.
Her face coloured slightly and she looked down, shy at becoming the centre of attention. Then she spoke:
“I want to reach my Guides! I want to receive help from them – to know what to do next. I left my job because I knew it was not where I should be, but I can’t find what I should do now. I knew I should come here to Glastonbury now, but I still don’t know what it is I’m here to do.”
That was when the pressure against my head started.
“Me?” I asked it, silently. “Is this what she’s here for?”
“Yep,” said whatever-it-was. “Get over to the computer.”
It was my turn to look slightly embarrassed now.
“I’m sorry,” I said to the others. “Do you mind? I think I need to do this now. I’m being told to help here.”
They all nodded, somewhat bemused, and I invited the friend who had spoken to sit beside me. I clicked the machine on and loaded a word processor, sat to steady myself for a few moments – to ‘connect’ as they say – and typed:
Can we help C to reach her Guides today?
Then, as I’d done countless times before, I picked up the carnelian dowsing pendulum that always sits beside the computer, held it balanced in my left hand, between the G and H at the centre of the keyboard and waited for it to move. A distinct diagonal swing upwards and to the right. I allowed my hand to follow and waited to see where it would settle and circle gently: Y. Typing that with my right hand, I returned the pendulum to the centre. It twitched up and left this time: E. I smiled. There was a slight gasp behind me and as I’d expected, the next movement was over to S. When I returned it to the centre that time, it simply circled gently where it was – the way my pendulum indicates that the word is finished.
“Tissues?” I asked, hearing the sobs and gulps beside me. My friend nodded gratefully. I sent another friend off to find her some as I tried to explain what was happening.
“I discovered this way of communicating with Spirit many years ago, when a friend who had passed over needed to communicate with me. I used to use a semi-circle of letters written on a sheet of paper, but this works just as well and it means I can keep a record of the conversation as I work. I’ve run workshops to show people how to do it. It works for a few people, not for others. I use it now to talk to my own Guides. Sometimes I’m able to reach guidance for other people – not often. I felt today your Guide wished to use this method to communicate with you.”
By now my friend had composed herself and had questions galore to ask her Guide. We worked together to discover her Guide’s name.
“Where are you from?” she wanted to know next.
FROM A SPACE JUST BEYOND YOUR MIND
came the reply.
She asked how she could speak to her Guide, and was assured that she already did so. We all laughed at that. We knew her real question was about how they could have a two-way conversation, but Spirit responds to our questions in very literal ways. We refined the question and she was told she would feel the responses in her heart.
“Yes,” she said, in a very small voice, full of wonder. “Now I understand. For so long I have been listening for something speaking inside my head or to see some sign… I hadn’t trusted to feel.”
I often find this kind of channelling quite tiring, but today pressure was building up inside my head. I was sensing the frustration both she and her Spirit Guide had been experiencing as they tried to make contact. Now the floodgates had opened!
Many questions followed and wise, beautiful answers were given. She was told what sort of job to seek and assured that a suitable position would become available to her. She was shown how her own unique blend of skills and attributes would help her in this work.
Finally she asked, “Is my Guide a ‘he’ or a ‘she’?”
I grinned. I’d asked just that question of my own Guide when we’d first made contact, all those years ago. I knew exactly what the answer would be and could feel warmth and humour from this beautiful being spreading through me as I received the reply.
CALL ME WHICH EVER FEELS MOST COMFORTABLE TO YOU
“Your Guide doesn’t have a body,” I explained, “and so no gender. He or she will answer to either.”
She smiled and nodded, expressed her thanks, which I duly typed and all that was left to do was to print out the message for her to take home and treasure.
We talked on then, all of us, far into the evening, with candlelight twinkling around the room. We discussed our feelings and intuitions, told stories of the times we’d followed hunches and where they’d taken us. We expressed our gratitude that such wisdom and guidance is so very close – just beyond our minds and sometimes pressing against our heads or hearts.