Calling All Lost Angels
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From time to time, we all lose our way, wonder who we are and what we feel we need to do, and as a teen, the pressure becomes high. For a while after I moved and switched schools away from everything I once was familiar with, I began to lose faith in myself. Everyone at this new school was very dramatic about everything, and I felt uncomfortable coming out of my shell and sharing things about myself to people that I felt were complete strangers.
My day-to-day activities felt so awkward to me. Going to school with people I didn’t know, and at first, I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know. I knew that I was acting a little selfish, but I had moved around a lot when I was younger so leaving the place I had finally felt like I had settled down in felt terrible. Soon, instead of the bubbly, advice-giving soul that I once was, I became a silent and secluded person that didn’t contribute much. I felt so lost within myself and often prayed to the Goddess for any guidance that she could offer, pleading for a silver lining in that dark cloud of life. To myself, I was a coward that could not even muster up the courage to open up to anyone. Thankfully though, I was given guidance by the most helpful angel of all.
And she came to me in the form of my best friend.
I went back to my hometown for about a week for a childhood friend who was having a bit of trouble in life. She was extremely depressed and her mother felt like she had tried everything.
My best friend was also a Wiccan who stumbled and lost her way a bit, so her parents asked me to come with her to a few counseling classes and just help her for a while. I agreed instantaneously. When I arrived there, she had this big smile and was crying, very thankful that I had come all that way for her. The first two nights were spent giggling and catching up on anything the other had missed or gossiping about the latest crushes, and for a moment I felt normal again. I remember smiling warmly the next morning when her mother had hugged me and told me that she hadn’t smiled like that in months.
Then came the counseling classes. I went with her, listened to what she had to say, as did the counselor. At the end of the third session, the counselor said she wanted to try a group session with other teens who had needed help too. My best friend looked at me for help and I just nodded and told her I would go, and even participate if she wanted me to.
The end of the week came and we had arrived at the group session. We all sat in a circle with about 16 other people who had the same nervous expressions as we did. I smiled at my friend and reassured her everything would go fine and that everyone else had seemed as nervous as we are. She nodded and smiled back at me just as the female counselor came in. The lady had made us introduce ourselves and then asked questions that everyone took a turn answering. I helped my friend out and answered some questions myself. Then the counselor asked a very thoughtful question.
“What is it that you are most proud of and why? What led you to be proud of it?” the mentor asked us all. We listened what everyone had said, and then it was my friend’s turn. She stood up and gave a toothy grin.
“I am most proud of my best friend Aria*.” She said, looking down at me. I gave her a slightly touched look and she looked forward towards everyone before continuing.
“My best friend isn’t like other people. She is my twin, and understands me more than anyone. Aria is Wiccan, just like I, and whenever I have trouble with any ritual or spell, she picks me up and shows me what I did wrong.” By this time, I had a huge smile on my face.
“But that’s not all, ” My friend said, “What led me to be proud of her was recently. I lost my way, and I couldn’t find my way back. But Aria…she.. she helped me so greatly. She is always the one to hold my hand through everything and lead me out of the darkness. A few weeks ago, I asked the Goddess if she would send me someone to help me, to at least give me a push in the right direction. What I forgot is that I have loved ones all around me who were willing to help, but I was being blind. I forgot that even though my guardian angel had moved away, that she would still be there. The Goddess could not have given me a more perfect guidance.”
By this time, I had tears in my eyes and so did she. Everyone clapped with heart-warming smiles plastered on their faces. A few more questions and the session had ended. How blind I was as well. I forgot how to use my voice about things, and this was a lesson that I felt the Gods and Goddesses wished for me to learn: To use my voice, to remember to open up about things, to try and grin and bear it because life was hardly easy. I gave a smile skywards, inwardly thanking the Gods and Goddesses.
My friend and I walked out to greet the evening dusk. She turned to me and smiled.
“Thank you. You helped me through this week so greatly.” My best friend hugged me tightly, still crying. I laughed and cried with her.
“You don’t know how much YOU helped ME. Thank you and you’re right.” I told her. She pulled away with a slightly confused look.
“About what?” she said quizzically. I just smiled at her.
“The Goddess couldn’t have given me a more perfect guidance.”
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