I do talk to my angels, frequently and openly at times. I don’t believe it matters if you speak to them verbally or silently in your head, because they hear you. They always hear you, and they will always respond, in one way or another.
I tend to silently send my message out, unless it feels urgent and extremely heartfelt, then it just comes out of my mouth, in the moment, without any real fore thought. I make it a point of course, not to do this in public by the way, and my children have on occasion, witnessed this dialog of mine at home and find it amusing. Or they are just being kind in letting me think they are amused. In any case, this thing that I have always had, talking to my angels and guides, has always served me well, and they have always answered. Their response usually comes immediately with either a very direct and unmistakable answer to an equally direct question, or i’m shown the guidance needed symbolically. But, it Always comes, without fail.
This morning I needed to talk to my angels. It was important and heartfelt and I had a question; Just one question. The issue was that it was one of those soul searching questions, that can only be answered with something that brings immediate peace. I got my answer. I got my answer immediately. And, I got an answer that was so profoundly direct, there was no mistaking it for mere coincidence. It gave me that immediate sense of peace. I am sure you know what kind of peace I am talking about too. The kind that overwhelms all of your senses, with a heartfelt feeling of love, comfort, relief and understanding, deeply knowing that everything is going to be fine. Along with the “Oh my God, they heard me!” kind of feeling. Yes, after all these years of talking to Angels, I still have that feeling each and every time they answer me.
Within moments of simply saying my guide’s name, my answer came. I didn’t say any other word, not silently or out loud, other than his name. My heart was heavy and I knew that that feeling alone conveyed the question itself. I let go and diverted my attention to a photo file on my phone. The third picture, unexpectedly, was my answer. The picture was a screen shot of an email from about a year ago, that held no profound meaning then, but I saved it anyway. Needless to say, what was in that personal email, was equivalent to my angel sitting there, talking to me.
The time 10:13 flashed as I closed the screen.
That is my birth date.
And yes, I wear a cross around my neck and paint my eyes as black as night . . .