Then I sat at a table pretending to read something while I gathered my nerve to head for the exit. As far as I knew, with the book safely hidden in my backpack I was scott-free I had no idea what the problem was, only that I was sweating and nervous and all but physically rooted to the spot.
Just as I was about to force myself to go through with it, I suddenly noticed a woman standing on the other side of the room, facing and seemingly staring right at me. She was tall and had long curly blond hair and pale eyes; in spite of this being a small rural school where pretty much everybody knew everybody, I didn't recognize her, and anyway she seemed a bit too old to be a high school student. She also seemed somehow more brightly lit than her surroundings, and had a vaguely unreal aspect to her, like my eyes weren't able to get her fully in focus for some reason, almost as if I was viewing her through a heat distortion.
Her expression, from what I could make out through the blurriness, seemed intense, and as I stared at her, she seemed to slowly shake her head no.
While fervently trying to decide whether this was a trick of my imagination, or if this strange woman was actually somehow aware of what I was about to do and was silently warning me not to, I suddenly realized something, and surreptitiously opened my bag to check.
Sure enough, the sex book was not, as I had been assuming, someone's misplaced personal stash, but an official school library book, and on the inside of the back cover was a white circuit sticker, the kind that sets off anti-theft alarms. If I had not been brought up short by the woman's glare and had attempted to walk out, the alarm would have gone off, the librarian would have searched my bag, and I would have been caught with pornography in front of God and everybody.
Guardian angel, or just a combination of guilty conscience, subconscious realization, imagination, and coincidence?
They will be with you when you leave this life and physical form behind, and when you are, again, a soul in heaven. You have at least two guardian angels sometimes more.
Practice communicating with them and have patience. Guardian angels can guide, gear, and direct you with pure, love, compassion, and wisdom without any strings from pain or the past. If you practice sensing, listening, envisioning, imagining, and consciously intending to have lucid dreams with your guardian angels, you will sense them even more clearly and eventually hear, sense, or know their names.
Perhaps the best way to commune with your angels is to ask for help and ask for guidance. Treat your guardian angels the same as you would your dearest and most loving friends.
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Take your time and gradually build your relationship with them. When you take one step toward them, they likely take ten steps toward you.