You know, I found my "guide" when I was young. I was thirteen and at the time had an ulcer in my esophagus. This would make me very queasy at school, and with peer pressure one of my biggest fears was throwing up in class. I couldn't tell my parents because they were dealing with so many heartaches at the time I did not want to compound their problems.
To calm myself, I would imagine a field, a prairie where I could do anything, and not be judged (throw-up, pee my pants, etc...) I would just lay there till the queasiness subsided. Well during one of these "vacations" I was surprised to find a friend walking towards me. He didn't speak, he just sat next to me and held my hand. I named him Angel, since I thought he was my Guardian Angel (I still think he is). For the longest time we never talked, even now we don't "talk" we just "communicate" hard to explain.
I think I could have named him anything, and he would have been alright with it, but Angel seemed perfect at the time, and it still seems right.
He is my only guide since he is all I need. My children each have guides, he has told me, but since I don't want people to think I'm wacko, I haven't told anyone.
I told my husband once story of my Guardian Angel, and he just nodded as though I was insane.
If having a friend like Angel makes me insane, then hey, bring it on. He has been with me through more hardships than I can imagine. We have run the gambit together, and he has always been there. Never, ever judging me, just guiding me.