and though you may be able to hide this, you certainly can’t deny it.
I need to point all this out to you because I want you to understand where I fit into your world. I live somewhere in between your intuition, your instinct, your intellect, your willpower, your determination, and your luck. I am none of these things…and yet, somehow, I am all of them. I am your genie of the lamp, your wish-granting fairy, your lucky leprechaun, your magical familiar. I am the source of extra help that you have been secretly summoning ever since you were a tiny child…and I have been waiting a long time for this chance to talk to you.
I’d like to take my time over this conversation because I want to make sure that I explain myself as clearly as possible. If you are in a mellow mood, you will hear me more distinctly. If you are just in a hurry to get to the end of this book, our dialogue will be rushed and our opportunity will be wasted. So stick with me. All should become clear if you keep on reading with an open mind. And if I repeat myself from time to time, forgive me. There are some things I would rather say too often than not enough. We are, after all, talking about something pretty important here. We are discussing my ability to make your dreams come true and your ability to aid me in that process. That, surely, is worth a little of your quality time and a bit of your best concentration. So relax, please, and give me a chance to express myself and I will endeavour to give you…whatever you want!
First, with your permission, I had better give myself something: a name. As you will have noticed already, there are lots of names for the job that I do - and for the type of entity that I am. None of them, though, are quite right and some of them are very problematic. Nevertheless, I must give myself a label of some kind because I am talking to you…and you live in a world where labels are very important. So, rather reluctantly, I think from this point on, you had better call me a guardian angel.
The guardian bit isn’t, strictly speaking, accurate. I’m really much more a servant than a guardian. I’m a good servant, so I can be put to work as a guardian if required. But guardians should give guidance and provide protection, and for reasons that will become clear once we get to know each other a little better, we don’t always do that.
If I’m not necessarily much of a guardian, I am even less of an angel. I mean, if you are talking about a disembodied spirit, an excarnate being, an esoteric, multi-dimensional, non-physical yet reasonably conscious force or presence, I guess, ‘angel’ is fair comment. But I’m not really an angel in the traditional religious sense. Angels are all over the Bible. They have a long complex mythology. They play harps, dress in long white gowns and have wings. They float on clouds. Sometimes, they ‘fall’. Up is to down as north is to south as right is to wrong as angel is to devil. Well, you know how it goes on from here. Devil bad, angel good.
The trouble is, I can’t really relate to any of that stuff. You are a human. I’m sure it makes perfect sense to you. But from where I’m standing (metaphorically speaking, of course) there are no such distinctions. Where I come from, we don’t ‘do’ judgement. We don’t do past and we don’t do future, either. In my world it is always here…and it is always now. So, if you ask me something, I don’t ever sit and think, ‘Hmm, do you deserve it?’ I’m not Santa Claus. I don’t know if you’ve been good or bad - and I don’t care, either. I mean, I do know, in one way. I know how you are feeling, deep down inside. I know whether you think you have been good or bad and I can tell whether you are just justifying something or expressing a truly deep belief. It still doesn’t make any difference to me.
I’m here to do your bidding, wherever I can, whenever I can, regardless of whether you love yourself or hate yourself. My job is to get you what you want, if it is at all possible. Ah! Thank you for noticing. That’s very astute of you. You are quite correct. I did say want. I did not say need. That was deliberate. Whatever you want, I’m here to supply it. Think of me as astral room service. I’m a spiritual butler, an esoteric genie. Oh, and by the way, I’m right by your side 24/7. I don’t ever go away, I only go to sleep. The nanosecond you call for me, I wake right up.
I don’t have a worldly life of my own. I can communicate only in whispers, in dreams, or in quiet psychic moments. Yet, for all that, my sense of identity is quite strong. I know who I am, I know what I’m supposed to be doing - and I know who I’m supposed to be doing it for. I take all this very seriously. It gives me great pleasure. I feel fulfilled when I am carrying out my role, and the rest of the time I feel nothing at all.
When I’m not being called upon, I become a kind of silent witness. I just sit around, passively observing the soap opera of your life. I don’t look back, I don’t look forward, I don’t go off and play Scrabble with the other guardian angels, I just watch you on a kind of TV screen until you remember that I am available…and that you can reach out for me. Then, I do my best to fulfil whatever request you make; after which, as long as I have been reasonably successful, I just resume my position in the audience.
Infinite possibilities
Is there a limit to the number of things you can ask me for? You must be joking! Do you know why you think there has got to be a limit? Because you are a human, a mortal. Once upon a time, you didn’t exist. Not too long from now, you won’t exist again. Or, at least, not in the form you are currently taking. Something within you is infinite, but your shape, your frame, your very identity, is distinctly, definitely and sometimes rather depressingly finite.
It isn’t that way for me. I have been here forever. I’m going to stay here forever and though my relationship with you is going to change when you move on, nothing else is going to alter much.
Here in the midst of eternity and infinity there are no limits, no restrictions. Three wishes, three thousand wishes, three million billion wishes…it’s all the same to me. Really, you should feel free to use me more often. I’m not like a car that’s going to need its engine changing if you drive it too far. I’ll try my best to do anything for you. Anything you want. Any time you want me to. As often as you like. And I can promise you this: no matter how often in your life you have already taken advantage of my services, you could have done it a lot more. I really would not have minded. I would have been glad to help. Nor do I have any problem with the fact that you didn’t ask me as much as you might have done. I live in the here and now, remember. I don’t do judgement and I don’t do resentment, either.
Under the strict cosmic laws that govern our relationship, I cannot tell you how you should be living your life. I can, however, drop a few hints and hope you catch them.
You might start by wondering what I am doing in your world. Does every human being have a guardian angel? Absolutely. There is exactly the same number of us as there is of you. Do we communicate with each other? As much as we need to. Do we sometimes find ourselves in conflict? Ah. Now there’s a good question.
What happens if one human requests the Koh-I-Noor diamond and then another human asks for the very same thing? Do their respective guardian angels go off and have a wrestling match to see which one can win the honour of taking back the prize? Not quite. We simply don’t fulfil orders of this kind. We can’t. It’s much better if you are less specific. If you just ask for the Koh-I-Noor, you’re asking for something that belongs to someone else. Not only is that someone else asking their own guardian angel to help them keep it, they are employing a lot of earthly guardians to make sure it stays in their possession.
I am going to back away the moment you come into conflict with someone else whose guardian angel is on an identical mission to me. It doesn’t matter if one of you is an honest, law-abiding citizen, and the other is a ruthless, merciless fiend. It’s not as if the two guardian angels have to sit down and have a conversation. ‘Okay, your candidate is clearly a nicer person than mine, so I will step out of the way.’ Niceness doesn’t come into this, because judgement doesn’t come into this.
What does come into this is a kind of polarisation. The two guardian angels effectively cancel each other out. They exert an equal and opposite force on each other. They remain locked in a kind of stasis for as long as the two human beings in their care are both striving for something that only one of them can have.
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