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Spirit Guides and Whispers - Part 2 6/15/2011 1:19:20 AM
The events I wrote about in Part 1 all happened when I first began my journey into awareness, and just before my spirit guide, Dinahh, came into my life. After I met Dinahh, I assumed he had been behind all of those things, sort of to "announce" his coming presence. Boy was I wrong ...
One afternoon, a couple of weeks after Dinahh entered my life, Robert and I had just gone upstairs to change into workout gear so we could head to the gym. As we came back down the stairs, we could see my 24" x 18" glass and wood-framed clock lying in pieces on the living room floor. It was just below where it had hung on the wall above an oak slant top desk. The rectangular glass front was separate, but not broken, lying on the floor beside the inner workings. The clock face and the wooden pieces for the case, were all laid out neatly on the rug.
Robert and I looked at each other blankly. "Hmmm ... I guess Dinahh is up to his tricks again, huh?" I asked. Putting our trip to the gym aside for the moment, we picked up all of the clock pieces from the floor and set them on the kitchen table to reassemble later.
Robert answered, "No, Babe, I think the nail must have given way. You should probably use a stronger nail." That didn't seem to make sense, since everything was laid out so neatly and nothing was broken, but I kept quiet.
When I went over to look, the nail, a very strong nail, was still solidly sticking out of the wall. I made a mental note to ask Dinahh about the clock, and all of the other strange things, the next time I had a visit from him. This was ridiculous. I was feeling less and less like I wanted or needed a spirit guide. It had been a while since he last visited, but he always seemed to have other things for me to learn or understand, so I never had the chance to ask him before. That chance came a couple of days later.
I was up very early on Monday morning, at 5:00. After getting a few things done online and around the house, I felt headachy so I took a couple of Tylenol and headed to the couch for while at about 8:00am. Sure enough, Dinahh showed up. He said, "Catherine? Today I will show you how to go to the silence."
I told him I would like that, but first I wanted him to tell me why he did those things, beginning with the lit Christmas candles, then the huge mirror and the lamp, and later, the clock. I told him he didn't have to do those things -- he already had my attention.
Dinahh told me he was not permitted to interfere on this human plane by doing such things. His purpose was to guide and protect me, and also teaching to further my awareness. He said it was important that I write about these things. "Catherine, you sent me these messages. I listened and I answered you each time."
"Messages?" "I sent you messages?" I asked incredulously. "What messages?"
He answered, "Of course, Catherine. With your message yesterday, you told me it was "time". You were ready for me to teach you."
"Wait ... wait ... wait ..." I said shaking my head, "Dinahh, that wasn't me. I would know if I did that stuff. I was downstairs when that huge mirror over the dresser went on the floor, and with a lamp standing on it, no less. That mirror took two of us to lift and put back onto the nail on the wall! Besides, I didn't even know you then. Why would I send a message like that to someone I didn't know?"
Dinahh spoke again. "Catherine, each was a message from you to me. You have always known me. From the time you were very young, you have heard my whispers. Later, you began seeing the images and the messages I gave to you in your sleep. Open your heart, Catherine, you will remember."
That was true. I had always heard the whispers. I also remembered many dreams that showed me things that would happen, or sometimes, a large eye in a dream, like someone was looking at, or watching over, me. In still other dreams, I would see or talk to a little old man in a white robe, which was actually Dinahh as he first appeared to me.
Dinahh told me the lit candles represented clarity, my understanding of my growing awareness. This told him I wasn't able to see clearly the messages he was sending me -- he had understood the message I sent to him when I lit the candles.
I was still dumbfounded and in denial. Then he explained the mirror on the floor with the lamp on top of it, which happened a few weeks after he began his visitations with me. He told me the mirror represented my desire to see deeper into myself and to become more aware. He understood that message, as well.
He told me this gift had been with me always and I had used it before. I asked him if it was a gift, why did it have to be so destructive -- mirrors on the floor, clocks in pieces, also on the floor. He said the gift was yet undeveloped and that was the reason why it seemed to be destructive. It suddenly struck me that he said I always had this gift and I had done things like this before. Geez oh man, what else did I do?
Here is where he blew me away ... Dinahh took me into the past. I was still married to my ex, sitting on my navy blue sofa in the TV room, and the TV was on with sports, and my three daughters were ten, twelve, and fourteen. I remembered the day -- it was the day we thought the house was haunted.
Report cards had been sent home and my ex was very dissatisfied with their grades. I had forgotten how abusive he could be, and on this particular evening, he was red-faced and shouting at them about their grades. In the middle of the name-calling and finger-pointing, a baby cried from upstairs. He suddenly stopped shouting, and then all three girls ran upstairs to investigate. Of course, when they got upstairs, they found nothing, but each found other reasons to stay in their rooms and away from their dad's temper.
Still angry, he then turned his attention to me. Within two minutes, I saw and heard the dial on the TV set zoom through all of the channels with a furious click-click-click. Then the dial reversed direction just as suddenly and raced through the channels going down in the opposite direction. Then it happened again and again. Silence. His anger was then aimed at the TV set ...
Dinahh told me that I did those things, too. My maternal instinct had done it to protect the girls from the anger and name-calling and then I had affected the TV to divert his attention away from me.
That was a lot to chew on. I felt, even more than before, like I was stuck in the Twilight Zone.
