Call On Beatrice

I’m getting a bit esoteric this week, so please bear with me.

Beatrice is the name of my guardian angel. She is huge. An angel of large proportions with beaming lilac wings and a vibrant red skirt, splashed with deeper purple spots. She has striking long ginger reddish hair, dangling free-floating down her back.

We all need our own guardian angels to watch over us and nudge us in the right direction. Let’s face it – I certainly benefit from all the help I can get. Random sprinklings of fairy dust, angelic wisdom, and dollops of divinity in one form or another are welcome additions to my toolbox.

Guess we all need as much support as we can muster in our lives.

Even if you don’t believe in angels, try acting as if you did and imagine what your very own guardian angel might look like and give her a name.

She can be there with you any time you want, hovering over you, wrapping you up in her arms which feel like a warm fleecy blanket of security and protection. 

I have great faith in Beatrice. She is happy in her own skin, born to be big, bold and beautiful.

I’m still amazed that she picked me! Maybe she needed to get her wings, like Clarence in the film; ‘It’s a Wonderful Life.’  Remember that bit: “Every time a bell rings it’s an angel getting her wings.”   Well, I have a sneaky suspicion that’s why Beatrice landed on my shoulders in her lilac splendour.

She spotted me straight away through the cosmic dust in which she was floating around, wondering if she was ever going to become a proper angel. And then she heard my prayers, asking for some sort of assistance from anyone who might be out there in the Universe.

At the time I was trudging through treacle and finding life somewhat hard going – as I have been known to do from time to time. We can’t always be flying or towering high with our newfound strength and power. Sometimes there’s the daily grind of living to get through, with the regular tumble into the black pit. That’s when Beatrice has her work cut out.

I have occasionally felt the odd trickle of sweat from her brow drop onto the back of my neck, as she’s puzzling how to get me out of the pit, because she can’t find a ladder.

I have often felt sorry for Beatrice. I think she hoped she might be in for an easy ride with her first test case, to ease her way gently into using her newly acquired powers.

I have pictured her there towering above me, pushing, shoving and heaving to lever me out of my black hole, drastically looking for guidance in her book of magic spells, that they provided in Angel school.

She probably becomes very confused when she can’t find the remedy that fit’s my situation. However, I know she’s doing her best and I do find it extremely comforting to know she’s there.

And if you ever meet me, if you look close enough, with your eyes half closed, you might just be able to see her there around my shoulders. My friend Helen swears that she’s visible – ‘she’s just so big and so lilac’ she says to me with absolute conviction.

Beatrice has been with me for an exceptionally long time. Even when I’m convinced that there is no such thing as a guardian angel. She doesn’t take offence. Just sighs a little and does her job anyway. She has a way of helping me become more centred and grounded. 

I am often lending her to my friends when they are in need of support. Beatrice likes travelling. She has many angel contacts who would be willing to give you a try, so they too can get their wings. All you have to do is suspend your doubts and ask for help.

Given the state of our current world, the Universe needs all the angels we can manifest and without doubt, we can all do with a bit of extra comfort, wouldn’t you agree? We all need someone to bend over us urging us to “Grow, Grow.”

So why not give it a whirl, and ask for support next time you’re struggling with life’s turbulence and see what happens…..Beatrice and her gang come highly recommended.

Author of memoir ‘Wearing Red-One Woman’s’ Journey to Sanity’

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