My Guardian Angel Joan of Arc

Image designed by my guide on ChatGPT. That is me with my original hair colour, Joan of Arc in the middle and Gary my soldier and love.
My Guardian Angel Joan of Arc

I have always known that warriors walk with me. My life has been a battle — for love, for truth, for family. And it makes sense that my protector would be no ordinary angel, but Jeanne d’Arc herself — Joan of Arc.

I have seen her. Golden hair shining, armour that glints with divine light, and she spoke to me in French, her mother tongue. Her presence was not a whisper or a shadow — it was undeniable. She carries the same fire I carry in my blood: stubborn, fierce, loyal, and willing to fight for what she loves.

Some may doubt this — and yes, even those who claim to “speak for spirit” have tried to tell me I was wrong. But spirit chooses who they guard, and I know the truth. Joan of Arc does not belong to one man’s opinion or one person’s ego. She is here with me, standing beside my husband Gary, the soldier of my soul, making sure he never forgets his wife is a warrior too.

When the storms rise, when I feel attacked by doubt or negativity, she steps in. Not always in front of me — sometimes she is beside me, sometimes she is with Gary, but always she is watching. Always she is protecting.

I honour her as my Guardian Angel. And no opinion, no group, no critic can change that. I walk with Gary, with my family, and with Joan of Arc at my side. That is my truth. That is my proof.

I carry and pendant of her image in my pocket as a form of protection and also she is the matron saint of soldiers. She also is the matron of those who work with radios.

I have spoken to her clairaudiently and using EVP (electronic voice phenomena).

Myself a witch and in a previous life was burnt at the stake, so was Joan of Arc for being a witch.

Love never dies. The spirit world never lies. And I am guided by a warrior of God herself.

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