I’ve long since wanted to be able to meet my guides. Ever since I went to a psychic and learned that we all have these spiritual non physical beings who are watching over their kind…us. They’re kind, gentle, forthcoming and want nothing more than to help us connect our lives to flow. The flow that we’ve forgotten about. They know that we know; that we’re cut from the same cloth as they. They want to help us remember our perfect spiritual self. We just have to cut out the noise and mental clutter that permeates our thoughts every waking and sleeping moment of every day.
My guides (yes we have many) are collectively called TéO. Which I found out means God in Spanish. How perfect. I’m being guided by God (aren’t we all?). This blog is a dedication to the thoughts and words that aren’t mine, that flow through me. How do I know they’re not mine? When I write what TéO wants me to write, i can’t keep up with the flow of words, my handwriting changes pretty drastically. When I write when it’s my mind dictating thoughts, they’re a lot slower and of course all over the place because my mind is thinking of a lot of different thoughts, and my writing is different. There’s no cohesion to my writing. This then is for TéO’s words to have a forum; to change lives as its changed mine.