AverageAngels

Coming from someone who's college roommate and all around best friend's uncle owns the Anaheim Angels, I've considered myself as of late a believer of spirits roaming above us, invisible yet powerful (although I am a Red Sox fan).  This rather artificial belief manifested itself into my life this weekend after an encounter with a clairvoyant, who despite my skepticism, made me a true believer.  And she works for the FBI finding missing children, so really that was all I needed.

She informed me of my spirit horses and guides and angels which surround me, waiting for requests and needs they wish so badly to fulfill.  It makes sense honestly, as I was absolutely obsessed with horses as a child.  She even asked me if I would be interested in becoming a horse trainer.  Not exactly my current career goal, but it sounds like a nice idea to an average job seeker like myself.

After walking dreamily away from this woman, I felt my sense of averageness in this world like never before.  Contemplating a three-dimensional universe, where you are a part of something bigger than just you-a walking, sleeping, eating, speaking, and all around doing, part of a whole made up of those here to serve the same purpose, is overwhelming and at the same time extremely comforting.  It completely validated my sense of self-to be average is nothing more than to be what you are here to do.  That is not to say do not strive to achieve all you have ever wanted in life, or to neglect responsibilities or make a conscious effort to be average, but to revel in the idea of knowing that anonymity and loneliness and insecurity are basically immaterial.  And that when these feelings pass, the road ahead is paved for you by a spirit guide, an angel, an animal, or your own power of thought to self-define your part of the whole as average or un-average as you like.