Guardian Angels et al

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Hamlet Act 1, scene 5


When I was twenty, I had life all figured out. When I hit forty, not so much. Now at this number of spent decades I realize I don’t know squat.

I used to be a doubting Thomas about anything I couldn’t see up close and personal. But let’s face it. I can’t see bacteria, not without a microscope, and there are one or two of those suckers which just might take humanity out one of these days. Ebola. A game changer.

And Pluto. First it didn’t exist. Then it did. Then it was a planet. Then it wasn’t. Now it’s a dwarf planet. Whatever. All because we found it with a mammoth telescope. But it’s been doing its thing all this time, regardless of what we call it or when we saw it.

But back to me and what I can’t see, like my guardian angel

I didn’t know I had one until after my mother passed about a year and a half ago. Mom and I were close. Her death, even though expected, took a lot from me. We were more than mother and daughter. We were good friends.

Recently, I was speaking to her as I am wont to do upon occasion. It had been an odd, down day for me, so I asked my mother out loud if I had guardian angel. I knew Mom was a believer. She wore one of several small pins depicting guardian angels on her lapel or collar every day. I heard my mother’s voice as sure as if she was in the next room. “Of course, you do. It’s your Aunt Ann.”

I was shocked for a lot of reasons (let’s put aside hearing your dead mother’s voice loud and clear). Aunt Ann had died young, the first of seven siblings to pass, and I wasn’t especially close to her. In fact, out of my mother’s three sisters, she was my least favorite. Not that she was a bad person, just a distant and troubled one. Consequently, I hardly thought of her since her untimely death. And here she is, my G.A.

While this revelation brings with it a certain irony, since that day I feel more protected. I’ve come to see my other worldly aunt with warmth and compassion, much more than I did when she walked among us. And loving someone whether you can see them or not, is a very positive thing.

So when I read novels, stories or articles about guardian angels or unseen forces that help us poor mortals every now and then, I am with them 100%. Because there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in anybody’s philosophy.


For more on the subject of angels, spirits, ghosts, demons or other ethereal beings, visit the blogs of these fine writers:

Marci Baun
Margaret Fieland
Diane Bator
Beverley Bateman
A.J. Maguire
Fiona McGier
Bob Rich
Anne Stenhouse
Helena Fairfax
Hollie Glover
Rachael Kosinski
Connie Vines
Skye Taylor
Rhobin Courtright



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