Years ago I decided to see if I could find out who my Guide was during meditation. While I meditate I visualize my garden, the place I go during meditation to find peace. The garden I see in my minds eye is in the woods away from everything. There is a path that leads to a gazebo which has a cement bench in the middle of it. It is surrounded by a white fence and flowers of all types. A very pretty and peaceful place to me.
Once there I asked my Higher Self. Who is my Guide? Who is it that gives me the information I need when reading for others? Slowly I began to see a white mist coming toward me out of the woods. I began feeling overwhelmed. Overwhelmed in a good way, the way I felt just after delivering my son (you mothers will understand that). I actually began to cry tears of joy. Upon composing myself I asked “Is there a name I can call you?” Very softly I heard a voice say “Gabriel.” or so I thought. I was unsure I heard the name correctly so I asked the voice to repeat their name. “Gabriel.” the voice spoke softly.
The next evening I decide I would ask again during my evening meditation. I wanted to hear it again because the voice had sounded kind of feminine and I was pretty sure an Arch Angel couldn’t be my Guide. So once again to my garden I went asking, “Are you there?”. Again the mist appeared out of the woods in front of me as I knelt before the bench in the gazebo. Then I heard a female declare, “I am here. My name is Gabrielle.” in a much clearer voice this time. “Oh, GABRIELLE! ... Can I call you Gabby?” I asked. A muffled laugh and then a resounding, “YES!”. Then I asked “Do I have others with me?” and Gabby said “Many.” I then looked around the perimeter of my garden and saw many others just outside the fence line. Feeling overwhelmed again, I decided to wait for another day to try and find out who they were.
Since then I have found out several of the other Guides names, there are young and old, male and female. They seem to each have a job to do with me in my life. I sometimes wonder if they ever start the day thinking, “Crap, another work day!”