Today's blog is dedicated to Eric Megus

I want to tell you about how I became in close communication with my guardian spirit and then acquired a name for him. When I was young I was raised among Santeros, a Cuban mixed with Nigerian version of the Yaruba religion. You can say it's in the voodoo family. Once I became a young teenager I decided I wanted to seek God, truth and knowledge, so I began to go to different churches on my own. I knew that spirits existed and I had my own theories even as a young child but there was this emptiness inside that I knew I needed to feel somehow. Regardless of everything I went through in life, I always felt safe, I always felt like there was something or someone protecting me. During the years I was baptized a million times in a million different churches and then something happened. I had heard about a story of a man who almost fell off a cliff and something supernatural lifted him up and saved him from the fall. He assumed it was a angel and from that point forward he began to create beautiful paintings of angels. I thought to myself, if an Angel can lift somebody from falling from a cliff, I'm sure an angel can answer questions and prayer. So I began to speak to Angels.
I talked to the angels in the morning, in the night, at work, when I was driving, while I was cooking and when I was cleaning. The angels were on my mind 24 hours a day. I even found myself thinking of them during sex and it was very hard to shut them off. I remember a time where me and my mother got into such an ugly fight I developed insomnia. One night before the first day of school, it was 5 o'clock in the morning and I still couldn't fall asleep, so I asked the angels to please help me fall asleep and make sure that I was awake by 7 o'clock in the morning for it was my daughters first day of school. That's the last thing I remember. I must've knocked out right after. Suddenly I remember feeling something like a tap on my shoulder and my first reaction was to jump up and shake it off, see where I lived we had water bugs the size of New york city rats, so that's was what I thought it was. Then I realized that it was a finger tapping on my shoulder that I felt, not a bug. I quickly turned to look at the clock and it was 7:00 AM on the dot. My heart swells with joy and that's when I knew I had my own guardian angel. Shortly after that I began to experience answers to my prayers through dreams, and it was always an angel that delivered the answer. Then the weirdest thing began to happen, people around me starting having dreams as well. A little lady who live next-door to me, knocked on my door one morning and told me that she had a dream and a very important message for me, from an Angel.

The dream:
She was sitting at a desk in a dark room with nothing but one candle lighting the Bible she had in front of her. She said a huge glowing hand went over her shoulder and started flipping the pages of the Bible she was reading without touching them. When the pages stopped moving he pointed at a verse and asked her to read it, so she did. The angel asked her to repeat it, and she did. Then he asked her to repeat it one more time, so she obliged. Suddenly the angel spoke and said "now go next-door and make sure that Anna gets this message".

So I asked the woman, "what is the verse, what was the message?" And her answer to me was "I'm sorry, I forgot"

She was old. I wasn't mad at her. :)

That was just one of the dreams that the people around me began to have. The dreams I had and the dreams they had all indicated that I was one of them (the Angels?) but I was not ready. This intrigued me but at the same time it made me even sadder. I mean I have tried going to churches, I have tried different religions and I still don't understand why I feel this emptiness inside of me. I have faith because I know there something out there but the things that are being taught to me and the religion that has been indoctrinated inside of my head, gives me nothing but blind faith and hope, and hope it's nothing but faith with doubt. So I began church hopping some more and more and more. I did this for years still feeling empty until, I finally took the step and began to study religion from the beginning. When I say from the beginning I mean from the first artifacts ever found when God was still a woman. After a few years of studying different religions, different beliefs and learning so much of our history, I found myself losing my religion. I didn't believe that Jesus was the son of God anymore, I couldn't believe that any church was the right church, and I sure didn't believe that the devil existed Nor a hell. Then one day when visiting one of my old Yaruba priests and mentors, he told me that I was looking in all the wrong places. He read my shels, and he said to me "you are a spiritist". I asked him how can I be a spiritist if I don't even know what a spiritist is. Then he mentioned a name that lead me to a book written by a man named Allan Kardec.
After the study of spiritism, I found my solid faith. I also found that angels with fairy wings do not really exist. They are actually guardian spirits, spirits that are more purified than ourselves. They are more purified not because God made them that way, but because they seeked truth long before I did. They are still seeking perfection, and their job is to protect us while we are here on this world. At birth each one of us are assigned a protective spirit and they are what we know to be our Conscience.
(You can read more about it on this website)

So, how did I find out who my guardian Spirit is and how did i get his name? Here's my story.
One day I was with my daughter and we decided to break a Thanksgiving turkey wishbone.
My wish was, for my guardian spirit to give me a name that I may call him. See spirits say they don't care about names but that they will provide us with one for our traditional and emotional needs.
I won the break and that same night I had a dream.

The dream:
I was driving down the streets of Manhattan in my car and there were fires everywhere. They were like spot fires, one parked car would be on fire and the other car wouldn't. One window in a building would be on fire and another in the same building would not be. It was night already and I was headed for a bridge. On the other side of that bridge was a small island and there, everyone was taking refuge from the fires.
When I got there, their were people everywhere, cooking on open fires, sitting outside their cars on lawn chairs talking, healing and resting. I never had a chance to get out of my car before woman all dressed in white, with a white turban, came up to my car window. She asked me "are you Anna"
I said "yes how did you know that". She said "your guardian spirit would like you to call him Elegun". I asked her to repeat it and she did. At that instant I woke myself up out of the dream, grabbed my phone and googled the name. I found that the name comes from Africa and it is not actually a name, it is a word that means communication between spirit and man. From that moment on, he became my Elegun.

FYI: I am also an artist and after that I have decided to name all my artwork and sign it Elegun. ❤️

I hope this answers your question Eric.

Love and peace too you always