Meek Mischief

 I sought spirits at the place where I work. And the first one I got wouldn't tell me her name. I'm just calling her Meek Mischief for she had a meek manner until she tried something. She was curled up in darkness. Even so, she lunged in with an open mouth as if trying to take a bite out of me. But my sentinel guide stood in the way. Then I realized something. It wasn't me she was lunging at, it was my light.

You see, I had just done my affirmations and in them, I summon God's love and light, as is my habit. Meek was attracted to it. I then thought of the light, the light portal to the source, or God, and it appeared. Meek looked at it and gravitated towards it ever so slowly.

I told Meek that it's where heaven is, as well as love and family. And she kept on going more encouraged but still slowly. I asked her why she hadn't gone to the light before. She started to say but then hesitated. I decided to wait. When she was about to enter the light and seemed more enthusiastic, I asked her again why she hadn't gone towards the light earlier. This time she answered and said that she felt unworthy for things she had done. Then I felt her go into the light with much joy.

How much can our perception of ourselves can bog us down? Meek Mischief hung around in darkness and self-condemnation.

People have reported to me of spirits in my workplace. I think I'll look for some another day.