This happened years ago to me. I think I was about 16 at the time. I had read a story about a Guardian Angel that I found inspiring, so from then on I tried talking more to my own Guardian Angel. I even asked him his name and in a dream I received the name “Julian-Amos.” Over the years, I’ve come to call him Li for short.
On the Feast Day for Guardian Angels in the Catholic Church, I decided to do something special for Li. I went out and bought small stones, flowers, candles, some cushions and silky material. I also wrote a poem about my Guardian Angel and made a bracelet from braiding some strips of material together. That night, I used all that a bought to create a pretty shrine. I put the cushion in the centre, covered it in the silky material, scattered the flowers/stones, lit the candles and placed them around the cushion. In the centre of the cushion, I placed my poem book and prayer book. I started by saying a prayer and then talked some to Li. I read my poem to him and left my bracelet there for him, too. It was very simple, but I put all my heart into it.
That night as I slept, I dreamed that a white figure stood by my bed. Now, believe me when I say that I’m a total wuss when it comes to ghosts/scary movies/gore, stuff like that. I usually freak out when I dream of spirits. But, not this time. As I lay there staring up at the white figure, I felt peaceful. He bent down, scooped me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I knew straight away it was Li. I felt so peaceful. I was then on a bus and he was next to me. I remember him being fair, blond and having startling violet eyes. I stepped off the bus with him, my arm linked through his. My family was ahead of us, atop a hill. I approached them and introduced Li. We returned to the bus and sat down. He then turned to me and said, “You’re beautiful.” And those words meant more to me than I could say. I knew, deep down, that he didn’t mean physically beautiful or anything like that. He meant my heart.
I woke up that morning in awe. It took me a long time to really come to terms with what I had dreamed, but I was so inspired…
It’s been years since them. I have to admit that my faith has waned over the years. It’s been up and down. Recently my Mother passed away and so I started to think more and more about God, and my angel. As I write this I feel inspired again. I wanted my story to inspire others, to give others hope, but it looks like it also offered me some healing, too.