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sites to visit, I had only one place in mind—the tea shop.
    Hesitantly, I entered the quaint little store. Tranquil and homey, it was packed wall to wall with merchandise. From tea cups and accessories to books and jewelry, the store seemed to offer an eclectic line of products for tea connoisseurs as well as spiritual seekers. After making a few rounds of the store, I finally gathered up enough nerve to inquire about the intuitive healer my waitress friend had told me about.
    “Um, I’m here to see the healer,” I said as I slowly approached the lady behind the counter. Behind her was a wall of jars, all containing various blends of teas from around the world. (By God, I didn’t know that many different flavors existed!)
    “To see whom?” the lady said, peering at me from over the rims of her glasses. She looked at me as if I were an alien. It was then that I thought perhaps I was in the wrong shop.
    “The healer? I was told that there was a spiritual healer who worked here,” I elaborated.
    “That would be me,” said a voice from over my shoulder. When I turned to gaze into the warmest and wisest eyes I’d ever seen, I was rendered speechless. For a moment, we stood there in silence as something strange passed between us. To this day, I struggle to pinpoint exactly what that was, but it was accompanied by feelings of familiarity, comfort, joy, and peace.
    The woman placed her hands on my shoulders as I stood there dumbfounded. “I’m Ella. It’s about time you came home. I’ve been waiting for you,” she said as she hugged me, and instantly my tears began to flow. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, and in that moment all the pain and confusion I had been wrought with since my mother passed months earlier disappeared. I somehow had found my way home to a family I didn’t even know I had.
    Upon our very first meeting, Ella and I had a connection and bond that would have taken most people years to develop. I felt as if I had known her my whole life, and as she kicked into spiritual mentor mode, I found myself eager to learn whatever she was willing to teach me. Whether it was about tea, tea culture, or my intuitive gifts, she was never lacking in wisdom. I willingly walked along the path she carefully laid out before me, a path that would ultimately lead to one of my greatest moments of spiritual growth. She became my adopted mother, and it was through her tender nurturing and encouragement that I finally came to understand and accept my intuitive gifts.
    Through meditation and honing my skills, I learned to connect with the Realm of Spirit in ways I never thought possible. I grew more accepting not only of Gabriel’s presence in my life, but of all of divinity. From listening intently to Jesus’s instruction, to visiting a cloud temple occupied by the Hindu gods Shiva, Kali, and Ganesh, to seeking out the wisdom and compassion of Kwan Yin, I finally arrived at the conclusion that there was so much more to the Realm of Spirit than religious texts even touched upon.
    With my eyes wide open and my curiosity more ravenous than ever, I pondered why religions clawed at each other’s throats and vied for followers and their undying loyalty. Why had history been riddled with wars and conflicts, all brought about by one group claiming their god was the bigger god, when in the Realm of Spirit, I could meditate peacefully in my mountain retreat which Jesus and Mary Magdalene, hand in hand, often visited. I could then turn around and visit Archangel Uriel’s fiery mansion to play fetch with his two pet dragons only to later speak with the Council—a cluster of twelve entities that offer wisdom and issue decrees for humans as well as the archangels. All the years of being taught that one religious belief was the only way to some promised salvation just couldn’t stand up to real, tangible experience with the divine itself.
    Through my spiritual travels and under the instruction of Ella and Archangel Gabriel, I