Spirit guides…whether entities that have taken an interest or aspects of one’s own subconscious or dead relatives or so forth and so on…they can be useful and, at the very least, entertaining.
My first spirit guide, who appeared at the tender age of 15, was a demon who identified itself as “Grendel”, no doubt named after my favorite comic book at the time. Oddly, the story arc in the comic started to mimic what I was experiencing with my own Grendel rather than the other way around.
He was no doubt a nefarious force but I will admit that he did a lot for me. He shed light on aspects of myself and my path, long before I knew what the hell to do with that information.
For the bulk of my life, I haven’t had any guides. Or at least none that made themselves well-known. More recently, I tried to connect with my guides only because my notes after several evocations had stated “work with your spirit guides”.
Two came up. One looked like an ostrich and her name was Etta. “Etta”, it turns out, means “Little one”. The only significance I could find regarding the ostrich form was Ma’at and her feather.
The other was “Bindle Bindlestiff”. Which is…well, that is the term for the stick-and-bag that hobos carry. Lol. Yeah, no clue…but you know what? Spirit guides are fuckin weird!
I’d love to hear others’ experiences.