We all have spiritual guides, whether we recognize them or not. They reveal themselves through intuition, dreams, recurring thoughts, or moments of divine intervention, guiding us toward better outcomes when we choose to live by the golden rule. One of my guides is my late mother. On earth, she was overprotective, and even now, her protective spirit remains constant—though it never violates free will.
My mother, Mrs.Inez, has been with me during the most challenging times of my life. During my divorce and custody battle for my two children, then just three and four years old, her presence was undeniable. Looking back, I now see how she orchestrated moments of grace, placing angels in my path to support me. On the day of the final hearing, I know she was in the courtroom with me for the entire eight hours, offering strength and comfort.
Beyond that, my mother’s guidance has been a source of stability through financial struggles, especially as a single father. Though she passed away four decades ago when I was just 19, she continues to play an active role in my life. She is one of several spiritual guides who have shaped my journey. Alongside her are Kent, Keith, and Belinda, each offering their own form of divine support.
Belinda’s influence began when I was just 15 years old. She was my older sister, only 18 when she passed away after giving birth to twins. I visited her in the hospital with my biological mother, and though I didn’t fully grasp the gravity of the moment, she seemed to know her time was short. She repeatedly asked us to take care of her babies. My biological mother assured her she would recover, but Belinda passed away the following day. Looking back, I believe her higher self connected with my adopted mother’s higher self, setting events in motion that would profoundly affect me.
Before Belinda's spirit intervened, I lived in Dallas, Texas with my adopted parents and brother. On a particular Sunday evening, I was preparing to attend Baptist Training Union (BTU) but was stalling in the kitchen, trying to watch the end of a Raiders game. My adopted mother grew upset, and after a brief argument, I stormed out of the house. Hours later, I found myself on a plane to Oakland, California, with a one-way ticket.
My trip to Oakland was no coincidence. I believe it was spiritually orchestrated. My brother Kent, who was older and more rebellious, wasn’t sent because he lacked the calm and compassionate nature that the situation required. I, on the other hand, was lighthearted and kind-hearted, qualities that were vital in navigating the challenges ahead.
When I arrived in Oakland, I was thrust into a new reality. On the second day, I visited Belinda in the hospital. Her twins were already home, but her presence lingered in ways I couldn’t comprehend. Though I stayed in Oakland for only a year, her influence during that time left an indelible mark. She was the matriarch of my biological family, managing everything amidst the chaos of our mother’s struggles with alcoholism.
Belinda’s passing and my presence in Oakland became catalysts for change. My younger siblings looked up to me, the big brother from Dallas, as a stabilizing force. Though I was shy and deeply affected by the teasing I endured at Oakland High School for my southern accent, I became a guiding light in their lives. My presence forced my biological mother to reevaluate her life and begin to heal. Belinda’s spiritual guidance was instrumental in this transformation.
Even now, decades later, I reflect on how these events were far more than coincidences. My guides, both earthly and spiritual, have shaped me in profound ways. My late mother and sister Belinda remain integral to my journey, their presence a reminder of the unseen forces that guide us through life.
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