Guides- a parable

Two spirit guides are on the other side having coffee....

Cleo- "Hey Bob, how's it going?"

Bob- "Pretty good, had a rough week with my assignment"

Cleo- "Amen brother-  there's a lot going on down there now."

Bob- "There is so much chatter and interference that  she can't hear me. Although,  most of the chatter is that damn critical voice of hers. She's constantly on that computer,  and don't even get me started on that cell phone. She keeps saying the same things over and over. 'I need guidance, I need help, send me more money.'
I sent her money last month and instead of paying her bills, she bought something called a cafe late' and a video game system for the kids' I really hate to watch her struggle. I even sent a messenger as a little old lady in the grocery store, but she passed her by. "

Cleo-" No one said this job was going to be easy. They don't get enough sleep, so I can't even get the team together for Dream time messages. The challenge Bob, is that they never learned how to look for the signs we send.  My assignment was looking for a sign about the relationship she was in  and I posted a sign on the back of the truck in front of her at a traffic light that said   'You deserve the best'  but she thought it was funny and brushed it off as a coincidence." 
Bob- "It's hard being invisible. Can you pass me a doughnut?"

Rain

Rain

Anxious feelings stir
as the rain approaches.
Not because of the storm-
but the drought within me.

 My Soul thirsts--
cracked and parched
as the Painted Desert.

In the distance
the Thunder gently rolls
announcing the arrival of
the Thunder beings
bringing the much needed rain.;
the nourishment and cleaning I need.

Like the parched grass- I wait.
The fist drops kiss my skin;
Then another
and
another

Relief.

In the rumble of the thunder
I hear the Sacred Voice as it whispers-
‘Drink, let me quench your thirst Daughter
and wash away the dust that clouds your Vision.’

To the Great Sky Nation
I raise my face.
The rain washes me gently.
As it mingles with my tears,
it refreshes my Soul.

Marianne Goldweber