A letter about healing, written tongue-in cheek, hopefully it gets a smile or a laugh
My Guardian Angel (Yes – that one there hiding in the back)
I thought I would write because it seems that my transcendental messages are being undelivered. And my neighbours are starting to look at me funny when I talk to you in the garden. Could be my PTSD but I’m pretty sure that the man in a white coat at my gate wasn’t really lost like he said….
You may know that I have been furiously practicing manifestation. My house is littered with uplifting and inspiring post-it notes but my bank account doesn’t seem to understand that “I’m happy. I’m healthy. I’m wealthy”, or at least my bank manager may think two out of three ain’t bad.
Is there hope for healing and building a magnificent new life?
Don’t get me wrong – you will know through all my gratitude meditations that I’m probably one of the most grateful people on the planet right now. I wake up every morning with a grateful heart but the cheap coffee I have scraped together doesn’t really keep this thinking buoyant long enough to get to my gratitude journal so I have to realign my chakras at least three times daily before I can make an energy ball in my hand. It’s helpful to throw that little fireball at my current enemy but it would help if I could actually see it land and do its work.
It’s not like I haven’t tried.
I Feng Shuied my house, then played an eight (8! – do you know how much data it used?) hour sleep money manifestation video but woke up grumpy with ringing in my ears. Even this is a source of conflict – the Web experts can’t seem to agree on whether it’s you communicating with me or just tinnitus. Next time, do you think you could maybe try a different language? Like English, or even sign language.
And on the subject of signs, I regularly see repeating and consecutive numbers but the Powerball machine just won’t accept 1111 or 4444 as a valid pick. I also find feathers in my garden and would like to think that it was you passing by but sometimes I wonder if maybe it was just one of my five cats preparing a gift for me to squish when I step out of bed. Maybe if you left a note or something I could know for sure. Even a few crisp money notes under the feathers would be quite convincing.
To get to the point, it’s getting beyond ridiculous to know with my whole being that I have won the Powerball (I’m talking about the huge jackpot here, not the little teasers you’ve been sending, even though I’m also grateful for those) but the idiots who run the lottery seem to think there were different numbers drawn. Maybe you can talk to the random number generator – it may speak that funny tinnitus language.
So my Guardian Angel (<<<this is my stern voice>>>), my fondest wish, my highest desire, the thing my very soul aches for, is winning that ginormous jackpot Powerball. Please, make it my turn this week.
Yours in hope
PS: If I’m asking the wrong entity, please could you forward to the right one?
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