Today one of my friends said the most normal thing in the world to me. She informed me that she was going off to work where she would mutter to herself all day. My guardian angel chuckled. He whispered to me that I used to think the same thing. My thinking changed when I was a student in grade school. It was then that I one day acknowledged that somebody was answering back when I thought I was muttering to myself.
Every time I grumbled to myself — sometimes silently, sometimes aloud — about what I thought to be a problem, there was an answer. Regardless of whether it seemed like the teacher was giving us too much homework, the math problems were ever more inscrutable or any other instigation to rebel, there was a reply from my angel that only I could hear.
I heard more than angels’ voices speaking to me when I was alone. I heard the angels speaking to me, my classmates and our teachers during the classes. Our angels were with us on the playground during recesses. We didn’t have soccer and volleyball in grade school which, as it turned out in high school physical education classes, were my favorite sports. That was when I could hear the angels cheer me on rather than trying to nudge me out onto the field. Angels nudge us in the most mundane ways.
As we go through our first dozen years of school to trade school, university or jobs, our angels never leave us. They are here. They are with us as we follow the twists and turns of life. The many times when we come to forks in the road of our lives, our angels are with us as we take one. They are listening to us. They speak to us. If we decide not to take either of the forks in the road but to keep on our current path or we find something altogether new and different, they are with us.
Angels listen to us. They offer us the divine guidance which passes from God through them to us.
In theory, many people I have met believe in guardian angels and other angels. Their actions, however, belie their disbelief. They behave as if angels were mere stick figures on a board to be moved around as we wish.
When I tell them to listen to their angels, they often as not look at me like I am crazy. Maybe I am, but the angels have never lied to me.
People ask me how they can hear their angels’ voices. It all starts by doing one simple thing.