My eyes were closed but I could see him. He appeared to me like a sky-blue glow. And then he disappeared. He reappeared the next day as a band of sparkles across the night sky of my bedroom ceiling.
“Who are you?”
“I am Michael. Your spirit guide.”
“What should I do?” I asked, hoping for clarity.
“Make phone calls.”
Phone calls? What phone calls? “What else? What else should I be doing.”
“Paint like there’s no tomorrow.”
“That makes sense at least.”
“And what about my writing?”
“You should write after you’ve painted.”
“Hmmm…”
“And what about Tarot cards?”
“Keep working with them.”
“Okay. What about meditiation?”
“Meditation is good for you.”
“Oh, and what about my job? What should I do about that?”
“Your job will take care of itself.”
“What does that mean?”
“Use this time. You will know when the time comes to change.”
“It will be clear?”
“Yes.”
