My journey with my “angels” began when I was 12. Every summer, I’d visit my grandfather, and on our long drives to his house, he’d share ideas that intrigued me—things like manifesting and the law of attraction. At the time, I didn’t fully grasp what he meant, but his words planted a seed that would take root years later.
Eight years later, at 20, I felt a pull—a curiosity sparked by what I now call my “angels.” It led me to explore Buddhism. As I dove into the subject, I discovered how central meditation was to its practice. Intrigued, I started meditating for about 15 minutes a day. It felt like something my grandpa would appreciate, so I called him to share what I’d been up to. He was thrilled and invited me to a conference about spirituality and finding your soul’s purpose. At first, I hesitated, but a nudge from my “angels”—that gut feeling I’d come to trust—told me it was something I needed to do.
That conference transformed my life. It shifted how I see the world and gave me a new perspective on my path. But one moment from that weekend stands out, lingering in my mind. During a lunch break, we were invited outside to join a men’s group activity. My grandpa and I decided to participate. They paired us up with another person, and the exercise was simple yet profound: share your strengths and weaknesses, then listen as your partner reflects what they see in you. After, we’d hug and continue the conversation.
As I spoke with my partner, something unexpected happened. A strong feeling washed over me, and I blurted out, “I don’t know if you’re a father, but you’re a father.” It felt strange to say, but it came from somewhere deep inside. We hugged, returned inside, and finished the conference without much thought about it—until later.
As we were saying our goodbyes, that same man approached me. His eyes were earnest as he said, “I’ve been working on myself for the past six months, trying to heal from trauma and anger so I can finally step into being a father. You have incredible intuition—always listen to it.” His words hit me hard. I realized then that my “angels” had guided me to that moment, to that man, to say exactly what he needed to hear. I was meant to be there, to affirm his readiness for a step he’d been hesitant to take.
Since then, I’ve trusted that my “angels” are always watching over me, gently nudging me toward the path I’m meant to follow.
