The Church teaches that each of us has a guardian angel. We may conclude that we have a helper to make us make the right decisions. In short, we have free will, and we can do what we want, but there is a source of information available that may help us make the right decision.
I don’t know of anyone who has seen their Guardian Angel. So, one of the Programming Instructions must be that they keep largely out of sight. The only time that I ever “saw” mine was in that semi-conscious state between waking and sleeping.
An simple song was repeated for what seemed an hour or so in my mind: “Jesus Christ, our Sovereign Lord, wants the very best for those He loves.” is as close to it as I can remember.
As I listened to it, I caught a glimpse of the song’s origin. It seemed to be coming from a record, a vastly smaller version of an old 45 RPM record, maybe a hundredth the size of a neuron. The record did not spin around, but stood still, and my Guardian Angel was skating around and around on it.
His skate was the sum-micron needle that played the song. “Wow! That’s one way they communicate with us!” was the accompanying thought.
Regardless of its reality, such a thought makes us aware of the worlds we can discover, and will discover when our soul leaves our body.
With that in mind, we tend to engage in daily battles to keep our thoughts purified. At night, to keep our spirit from sinking into sin, our angels sing to us. Their hymns drive away the siren songs of sin.
When fully awake, I thought to myself, “I’m going to have a Mass said for my Guardian Angel.
Hope I don’t forget.
P.S. I didn’t.
