On the high-faith days it’s fine. I skip along the surface of the planet blowing kisses to the pixies and grinning like a loon at all I meet.

It’s the low-faith days I have to watch for – when it feels like I’m here all on my own.  When my hair points like a static arrow at the nearest overhead light and the quirky boho look that suits the other girls makes me look like I dressed for a bet.

They can linger, those down days, and it’s not unheard of for me to fling myself on a simple carbohydrate and screech heavenwards ‘why have you forsaken me?’

I’m never short of reassurances from my angels.

Being a high-maintenance sort I get what I need from the Universe to keep me buoyed and believing – a white feather here and there, chance happenings, an appropriate song played at just the right time etc. It’s just that occasionally I really wobble and ask for extra signs to give me a boost.

On the days when it hits me and I feel like leaping head first into atheism and accountancy (it’s never got that bad actually) I release as much tension as I can, usually by employing a Barefoot technique, and express myself loudly and a bit like this;

“Excuse me angels. If you’re out there – and I’m not sure you are at the moment what with the climate change and the news and this bill from the bank man and stuff – but if you are out there and you are still talking to me please, please, please send me a whopper of a sign.  Nothing namby pamby this time though - I need a real doozie.  It’s hard to keep the faith at the moment and I really do prefer things when you and me are in touch.  Sweep me off my plimsoles angels – conjure a stunt so cunning that I drop my handbag when I see it.  Leave me in no doubt that you are with me and add an extra garnish that I could never have dreamt up on my own.  Thanks in advance my feathery fellows – I can’t wait!”

I’ve found that doing this too often lessens the impact a bit but if I save it for if I really do feel abandoned I am never disappointed with the outcome.

Could I suggest that if you are feeling a lingering disconnection from your own Tao you employ a similar device.  Try The Doc’s Taoist Drop, throw your voice to the skies and ask for big shiny miracle.

My wish for you is that the Tao responds with an all singing, all dancing demonstration of It’s love for you and that the impact is such your hair won’t lie flat, you grow by an inch and nothing will ever be the same again.

Big love and the shiniest of miracles to you.

Angelreader

kitty@angelreader.co.uk