Not the Hollywood Hemsworth which his slick hair and perfect tux, the Thor Hemsworth, wearing Gerald Butler’s Gods of Egypt gear.
Let’s imagine what that could look like for a second.
Yeap. I know right!
Before I came to know about Personal Spirit Guides I found it difficult to pray, to ask for help, to know what to say when I felt something needed to be said. I felt my words float into the vast abundance of space without touching or anchoring onto any ears. There was nothing tangible I could imagine that gave me the belief I was being heard.
That ultimately tested my faith.
A good friend of mine is an intuitive Goddess, and it was her that introduced me to Jonathan, my Guide. It was in that hour with her did I feel it in the seat of my heart true connection. I had to call a time out during our session because I felt like I had taken 10 shots of tequila and the room was spinning on me. Drunk on Source. She’s THAT good.
This is how it went down.
I was in a dark brick tunnel, the walls were a damp, and covered in moss. There was light, but it was coming from the exit in front of me, the opening that was just pure white light. Underneath me, rocks, like you find on old railway tracks, my feet weren’t touching the ground.
I was floating.
The air was cool but I didn’t feel it.
I started moving towards the end of the tunnel, towards the light, and as I did greenery emerged from behind the white light. I couldn’t make out its details, only its colour, and its certainty that it was there, that everything in the light was beautiful.
I felt the urge to speed up, to bask myself in so much white light and rejoice in the warmth that when I felt someone behind grab my hand, sadness fell over me.
I tried to keep moving forward, I wanted to float right out of that tunnel, but without pressure, both of my arms were now being held, right where I was, about 10 meters from where I believed I wanted to be. I felt a mourning, and I turned to face this person that was keeping me still. I met Jonathan. He was tall, quiet, strong, masculine, and hot as hell, and everything I felt, so did he. I didn’t have to speak a word. We stared at each other until I gave myself permission to fall into his arms, and then I cried.
Writing this post is bringing it all back, admittedly because I haven’t felt that deep connection with him since our first meeting, but because I know in my Soul that he is the greater power of who I am. Jonathan is me. My love. Love.
Here I am on Earth in my female energy and there he stands before and forever beside me, my masculine energy.
The mourning that I felt was actually the explosion of love from being reunited with a lost lover. The sadness over lost time mixed with the unwavering gratitude of presence. Words fail to describe its intensity.
I am constantly reminded he is here. Anything Thor, Hemsworth or my kid’s green spinning toy centre (hard one to explain) reminds me he’s there with me. When I read anything from the Universe, a card reading, my angel numbers, I read them in Thor’s voice.
God just got personal.
God just got a voice.
God just stands beside me being all-knowing and sexy and together we will exit that tunnel, all in good time, hand in hand and it will be more beautiful together than it could ever be alone.
Finding Jonathan has changed how I connect and has given my faith more power. I recommend everyone find out who their Guide is.
The key to knowing your spirit guide is to ask for them to show up.
We have freewill here as humans, and because of that they cannot help us unless we ask. That bit is critical to know.
Oh and just one more thing… Chris Hemsworth if you are reading, let’s have a family brunch date. I think you’ll find that your little family and my little family will get along famously. Elsa and I could talk for hours. We have a bit in common in that arena! I promise not to stare. Much.