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As a child I merely assumed that everyone enjoyed the same special relationship with these magnificent beings of light that I had come to know. They would come to me in my dreams - always silent, warm, and assuring. They did not speak, but rather communicated with me telepathically in a symbolic-intuitive language that is perfect, clear, and precise. They would instantly whisk me off to a beautiful and different place. I used to call it, "The Place of Mirrors and Light" - it was my favorite place in the whole world (later in life I would come to realize that this was not a place at all, but, rather it is a dimension).
Every night I looked forward to my rendezvous with my angelic guides. There were always so many questions on my mind; however, I took great delight in the fact that the angels always knew what I was thinking, in fact, they always seemed to know my thoughts before I did. The beauty of this process was that, instead of teaching me through lessons and instruction, my angel guides incessantly filled my heart and mind with insight and inspiration.