Angels Among Us?

The Real Woman on the Run team set up a PR booth at the 'Moms on the Go' trade show yesterday in Sylvan Lake. In one of the many booths set up at this trade show, was a lovely young brunette woman (and her husband) who provide Angel Readings. This young lady spent an exhausting day consulting angels and reading cards. My younger sister decided she'd give it a whirl.

Heck... why not? Being the brave soul she is, she put her name on the day's appointment list: 2:00pm. She asked me if I'd like to go. ME?!!? NO. What are ya... NUTS?!!?

I don't DO psychics, mediums and angel readings.
I find the idea of all supernatural, intuitive, other realm stuff very unsettling.
It isn't that I am skeptical.
It isn't that I don't believe.
In fact, quite the opposite. I've heard many stories from friends about their wild and wonderful (and sometimes not so wonderful) experiences being 'read' and I watched my older sister have her cards read about 7 or 8 years ago.... and frankly I don't dig it. (I feel the same about ghosts and spirits. We have an understanding; I believe they exist but they are not allowed to materialize in front of me!!!)

However, my brave little sister kept her 2pm appointment with the Angel lady. When she finished and came back to the booth, she was lightly flushed and smirking. Even though I was scared, I was DYING to know.

"So what'd she say?" My stomach was whirling with anticipation. It wasn't even me that went and yet I wanted to throw up.

"She said... my guardian angel says, 'stay out of the chocolate and have a piece of fruit!'" she said laughing incredulously.

"What the...?" I thought this was funny, wierd and quirky... She was possibly even toying with me.
Then she said, "Do you know what is SO funny about that??? A few days ago I bought a package of 8 chocolate bars to bribe Eden to sit on the potty. And every night after my children go to bed, I eat a chocolate bar."

It was light and positive and funny. There was nothing menacing or ominous and still I could almost not cope with the idea that someone might be able to look at you and intuitively 'know' something and then tell you (right or not) about it.

It just isn't for me. I wish I was lighthearted and brave. I wish that I wasn't cursed with OCD and paranoia. But I am, and I must respect my own boundaries. And my boundaries say, if I do that, I can expect sleepless nights wrought with anticipation and obsessive worrying about what the cards say. It took me 35 years to figure that out about me.

You see, light and positive or menacing and ominous... I just don't need to know. I don't have the urge to be enlightened. I don't feel the need to get a glimpse of what might be up ahead. I believe that there is only one who knows my path, and we consult on a private basis, He and I. I choose to believe that He is the only one who guides my path.

And I choose to listen to and follow only Him.









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