By Mac Guerreiro
The elven creature tapped her forefinger to my third eye and a gust of air engulfed the both of us moving outward and around simultaneously. The wisdom poured in: lifetimes of strife, of love, of experience moved into my very cells. Their membranes taking in the energy as a pool of water when provoked.
In that moment eye knew… it would be okay. It would be. Her smile reassured me, her hug felt like home. Not a home eye’ve ever known yet home all the same. Adira is her name with her dress made of vines and translucent hair entwined in flowers. She reminded me of my power. Eye suppose that’s what guides are for.
*Inspired by an experience with the Spirit Guide Meditation by Teal Swan*
Mystical Mac 