People have asked me from time to time if I know who my spirit guide is and if I have more than one. We all have more than one. We have one main guide who is always there from the second we are born to the second we die. We also have teaching guides that step in when needed. At those times, the main guide steps back and allows the teaching guide to have the proverbial floor. However, the main guide is always there.
This story starts when I was about seven or eight years old. I was in my friend’s house and we decided to have a seance in the basement. She had one of those creepy old houses that still had the bell pulls that had long since been deactivated. There were the bells in the rooms by the doors still however.
I had a lot of trepidation about doing this seance. Something in me just “knew” it was not something to be played with. My spirit guides were working over time at that point and I didn’t even know it. I could “feel” it was not a good situation for me to be in, however I went along with the other girls. I was sitting with my left side to the door and there was a very steep set of stairs just outside that door up to the main floor. We started doing stuff they had seen on TV and I was just looking around. Bear in mind, it was broad daylight and the basement had windows however, it still felt cold and dark there.
We all started talking about who we wanted to summon up. Someone said, “How about Abraham Lincoln?” It seemed very random to me and I didn’t understand why him of all people. I asked and said that seemed like an odd choice. They were insistent so I got quiet. My friend says, “Is Abraham Lincoln here with us?”. Instantly, the bell hanging by the door to my left, that had long ago been disconnected, starting ringing. Not ting ting ringing but CLANK CLANK CLANK ringing. I jumped up out of that chair and I don’t think my feet hit the ground until I was half way home. I was running so hard and so fast. For the record, I never went back in my friend’s house again.
Flash forward about 35 years to a Metaphysical Festival in Florida. I was there with my friends and family and I ran into a great friend I hadn’t seen in a while. She told me to go over to this woman in a wheelchair who was so old she was translucent and make an appointment with her for my spirit guide or past life drawing. My friend said the lady was amazingly good. So I went and made an appointment with the lady.
I showed up for my appointment, and we talked for a few moments. She told me that she needed to disclose that she had heard of me and then verified with me that we had never met or talked before. Once that was established, she asked me which one I wanted, my spirit guide or my past life and I told her that I didn’t care. She could do whatever she felt led to do. She started drawing, stopped, had this odd look on her face and crumpled up that paper. She did the same thing…about seven times. Finally she looked up at me with exasperation and said, “I don’t really understand this but I’m just going to draw what I see, okay?”. I said that was fine. As she was drawing, I noticed that she was starting with the top of the head and the hair. I noticed she pulled out the darkest marker she could find. She was talking as she was drawing and she told me she was drawing my spirit guide and then made sure to tell me, “Well ONE of them!”. I asked if it was my main guide and she said she didn’t know. I realized she was drawing a profile picture of a man. She stopped drawing, looked up at me, got very serious and said:
I don’t know this happened or how to explain this but your spirit guide’s name is…ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
I about fell off the chair as that day in my friend’s basement came flooding back in my memory. I remembered the bell ringing so frantically and I remembered looking up at it with shock. I looked at her and she was looking at me with wide eyes and that look of “TELL ME!!!” on her face. I told her the story. We both sat back and just stared at each other.
So I can say with pride that one of my spirit guides is Abraham Lincoln. How cool is that!?