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Connecting with your Guardian Angel


What has truly enthralled me during my awakened life is the sweet scent of synchronicity: the eternal message of the divine, forming the very fabric from which the weave of life is woven. It's all too easy to see the denseness, difficulty and even despair through the physical world. All too often we get sucked into an end goal, the need for a particular outcome. Yet if for just one moment, we can look above and beyond this limiting parapet, if we can summon the courage to hold back the moment and just be present, sit and wait and trust; trust that we are eternally loved by a presence of infinite benevolence, then our lives could be so much more magical...

Simply profound

Yes, if we can do that, if we can take this moment and discard our fear of it, if we can just hold the silence in a lightly opened palm, not worrying, not needing, not demanding, then the entire universe will reveal itself to us. One by one, the veils will fall away.

It requires something of us which is simple yet profound. Something easy, yet so easy we frequently can't accept it as the solution. It is this...

    Imagine that a guardian angel of infinite benevolence,
    with infinite miraculous organising power,
    is using every single word we hear,
    every single vision we see,
    and every single sound,
    to speak to us.
    What would she be saying?

    Again, it's so simple, so sweet, so sublime,
    it so often seems too difficult to receive...
    "I love you!"

Sweet scented Synchronicity

I remember once standing under a tree on the farm where I lived. It was a truly beautiful oak tree, majestically gnarled with long sweeping branches reaching almost down to the ground. I remember speaking to the tree and musing how wonderful it would be if it could speak back to me. Do you know what happened next? A sudden gust of wind caused one of the branches to bow down and softly stroke my head!

    "Dear child" it was saying,
    "of course I'm speaking to you, I never stop!"

It can't be that simple can it? Yes it can. Yes it is! But although it comes to us on a plate, we ourselves have to pick up the fork and eat. No one is going to spoon feed us. We have to do that part ourselves. We have to make a choice. A constant conscious choice. Process the denseness but ten attune to the sweet scented softness instead.

Birthday gift: three simple steps

So today, imagine your Guardian Angel to making a gift to you. It's your birthday and she's holding out a present. The gift is this...

  1. Take a free day out of this busy life, make the space, be alone, go out into nature, or even the town. Have ABSOLUTELY NO AGENDA - other than to be loved. Soften the mind, drop into the heart, breath, become the observer of yourself. Ask the question "What would you have me do now?" - and then go with the heart-felt pull. Watch, listen, feel, intuit.
  2. In EVERY SINGLE MOMENT you're invited to look for the message "I love you". Where is it now? It's begun through these words, but where is it next? Maybe it's the smiling eyes of the postman? Maybe it's in the next song you hear on the radio. Maybe as you look out of your window it's the robin delicately picking seed off the bird table. Maybe when you look up to the sky, it's the clouds swirling for you or the wind speaking through dancing autumn leaves.
  3. Finally, ask yourself "how do I feel about that?" Open your heart and take the love inside. Let it unravel, unwind and expand you.

Every single thing is a message

Trust, just trust, that every single thing is a message saying "I love you". That's exactly what this Openhander did. You can just imagine the profound feeling of joy and self love it brought...

    In the woods God told me I was loved

    I went for a walk in the woods today and
    God told me I was loved

    A birch,
    it's bark so mesmerising I may have been there days,
    spelled out words in abstract beauty
    “You are loved"

    As I watched the satin ivy leaves
    lift gently,
    I heard them whispering to me
    “You are loved"

    A spider, long legged and silent
    moved not,
    and by her stillness spoke to me
    “You are loved"

    Moving with purpose in transparent perfection
    a tiny mite addressed me
    “Remember, you are loved"

    An oak,
    gnarled and broken, cloaked in moss
    with great wisdom spoke
    of truth and beauty and repeated
    “You are loved, my child, just loved"

    I moved on and everywhere from every thing
    the reassurance that I craved
    enveloped me with love and care
    "You are loved and perfect as you are"

    Overhead a flock of starlings,
    exuberant in their flight,
    spelled out with tiny wingbeats
    “you are fine!
    you are loved
    you are perfect!
    you are free
    so are we
    so are we!"

    In the little calm that followed
    I saw a single buttercup
    “You are loved"
    it said
    “and free"

    The winter sun, low and partial,
    joined with the silver lined and billowed clouds.
    They told me, heartfelt, as I looked
    “You are perfect,
    and free"

    And humbled, laughing, grateful, stumbling
    I raised my arms
    I thanked them all
    I started to believe.

    Laura (an Openhander)

Open invitation

So here's an open invitation to connect with your Guardian Angel today.

Who know's what divine beauty will be waiting?



Trinity's picture

How divine.


Thank you.

I feel this article is the "I love you" message in itself, it touched something inside of me, and reminded me to balance the destruction and reconstruction happening in my consciousness, bodymind and life now. I have a lot of fire, dynamite and explosions all around, happy ones Smile Changes... But yes, the sweet and gentle... often funny. I am so loved and taken care of. I am not imagining it. Things just happen, all kinds of things, that can't be coincidences, both on the inside and the outside.

Miraculous world it is.

Thanks again <3

That poem is so touching and vivid and alive. I know I will carry it with me when next I am walking in the woods. Thank you Laura.

Also the piece about the guardian angel using so many ways to talk to us of love. Thanks for posting it. As you say, simple yet so profound.


I follow this lovely poem with a personal story of synchronicity. I was in the UK over the past week with my Father exploring some Welsh roots and ended my trip with the good fortune of meeting Trinity and sitting down with Chris. My Father had three main intentions; Family, hiking and viewing some art by J.M.W. Turner whom I was not familiar.
Thursday Nov.1/12
My story begins on the day Chris posted “Connecting with your guardian angel” That evening we thought it would be fun to see the Bond film “Skyfall”, as it seemed fitting being that we were in England and it wasn’t to be released in Canada until November 9th. We enjoyed it and headed back to our Chester hotel for the evening.
The next morning moments before leaving the hotel I received an email from a friend and non-related family member encouraging us to come and stay the night in Bath following our drive from the north. I accepted and smiled with the recognition of the timing. We arrived, enjoyed a meal together and my friend and I stayed up into the early morning hours discussing our struggles relating to our lives. I listened to his thoughts and experiences and going to bed it left me feeling more of the same old.
We headed to Glastonbury where I had an appointment to meet with Chris followed by a walk up the Tor. It was special for me, cleansing and a contrast to my evening prior. As I departed the Openhand Studio Chris mentioned to stay aware of synchronicities on the final leg of my trip. We walked the Tor and then headed for London to complete our journey.
We headed into London from Croydon, where we were staying. Our first stop was the National gallery, specifically a look at the few Turner painting on display. A particular piece seemed very familiar but I couldn’t recall where I had seen it and then it came; Skyfall! What were the odds? Meeting back up with my Father I told him of my connection and we both commented on the coincidence. That night we arrived at the Gatwick airport hotel and enjoyed a small celebration of our trip and my Birthday which was the following morning, Guy Fox day. Before bed I had a bath and as I enjoyed the gratitude of the warm waters I paused. The following four days appeared before me in Turner’s “The fighting Temeraire”, the painting in the movie and the same one that crossed my reality three days later. My fears represented the Temeraire pushed to its final resting place by the emerging larger modern ship, my new being. Openhand I am grateful, humbled and excited as I begin again.

Open's picture

It's a beautiful Story Mike.

How easy it is to miss such things happening right under our noses. That is until we soften intention and allow our consciousness to be 'spiked' to the deeper dialogue.


Open Ok

Thanks so much for this Trinity, this is so beautiful and you've given a way of connecting which is so easily accessible for anyone to do!
I like to try to make spirituality as integrated as possible into my every day life, so as well as taking special times to connect I also try to do it in the times that seem least conducive spirituality too, like when I'm on a crowded bus on my way home from work in a traffic jam and it's dark and raining, then looking for the 'I love you' messages' around me. It's like a game to play trying to find them when they're most hidden!

Loved this article Chris. Such truth in it!

..the raindrops sing as they land!

Wow Heather! Delightfully magical. The humble bumble bee knocking at the window glass this day ....the blade of grass whispering.......grow... bend.

Ease resides within the room of trust and nature is what shines through the window but I must admit some days I don't open the curtains. Angels everywhere when you walk the edge of the moment. Loving everyone's sharing's out there. Love. Mike

you say..
trust that we are eternally loved by a presence of infinite benevolence

To me this is the whole point really - to know this love and be loved in that way! I realize the moment when traumatic event happens we doubted that love, that's also the point we lost our innocence, the innocence of just knowing God's love and support is always there unconditionally. The journey to me is all about falling back to that love and innocence again. The real work is actually to develop our capacity to receive love because we are already loved, its just that we may not be able to feel it if we aren't innocent and being our truest selves.