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“I’m willing to try if it helps.”
“Yeah, okay.” She slipped off the couch, clearing a spot on the rug that covered the hardwood floor to sit. When she was ready, she held out her hand to me. “Come here.”
I wasn’t sure what I was getting into when I took her hand and moved to sit in front of her, our knees touching.
Holding both of my hands, she said, “Close your eyes. We’ll start by turning our attention to our breathing. Breathe in for a count of five, hold for five, and then exhale slowly for a count of five.”
She counted our breaths, and it was easy to fall under the spell of her voice. For five breaths, there was nothing but the sound of her counting and our breathing.
“Now, pay attention to how the breath feels in your nose and the way your stomach moves with it.”
She was quiet for a few seconds, and I tried to focus on what she’d said to do. Each time, my mind wandered. I tried to refocus on the chill of the air in my nose and the rise and fall of my stomach.
When I felt more relaxed, Remi started speaking. “Archangel Michael, I’m ready to receive you. I need your guidance and protection.”
I’d heard of a St. Michael that provides protection to police officers. Some people even wore medallions, swearing it kept them safe in our line of work. I’d never heard of praying to him before.
When she fell silent again, I let my mind drift, remembering the breathing pattern she suggested.
The room seemed to fill with this warm energy; a bright light seemed to glow through my lids. I wanted to open my eyes to see if it was coming from the room, but I didn’t want to lose the feelings settling over me—safety and protection.
A few minutes later, Remi murmured, “Thank you, Michael, for your guidance and protection.” Then, to me, she said, “Slowly open your eyes, and wiggle your toes and fingers.”
I blinked open my eyes, my vision filling with her beautiful blue eyes that, minutes ago, were filled with anxiety but were now filled with relief. “It worked.”
She smiled, dropping my hands to climb into my lap. I hung on to the feeling I had during the meditation. I felt relaxed and calm. On top of me, Remi’s hands fluttered over my face, my hair, and my shoulders.
“That was incredible,” she murmured, kissing me.
I should have pulled away, asking her about what just happened, but I needed her and our connection. It seemed to only grow stronger by sharing in that meditation.
She ground over me, and I stood, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her up the steps to my bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.
I felt lighter than before, like I was floating on a raft in the water, not worried about where I was going, but leaving it up to a higher being. It felt like we’d been sitting out in the sun, the warmth surrounding us.
Crawling over her, I kissed her slow and sweet, exploring her mouth, my hands drifting under her shirt, touching the warm skin of her stomach, inching it up until her bra was exposed.
“Tell me you felt it,” Remi said, tugging my shirt up and over my head.
There was a tightness in my chest, a resistance to admitting that the meditation wasn’t as hokey as I’d thought. I had felt something.
To bide some time to think of the right response, I undid my belt, shoving off my pants and briefs, kicking them to the side.
Settling back over her, I brushed her hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. “I felt it. I don’t know how to explain it.”
She licked her lips. “Try.”
I searched for the words to explain what I’d experienced. “The air shimmered. Kind of like I was bouncing slightly. Does that make sense?”
At first, I thought I was light-headed, but I’d never felt anything like that before. I also couldn’t believe I’d been so honest with her.
“When I call on Michael, I feel this energy in the room. Sometimes, I’ll see a blue light.”
“I thought I imagined it.”
She nibbled her lower lip. “Everyone experiences something different. I asked him to protect us.”
“I didn’t know you could ask for what you wanted.”
