But I wanna share a thing on why I hardly consult.

Few months after my first ancestral initiation, I tried to consult with someone. The person didn't get back to me for whatever reason. I too didn't probe because their silence felt like a message to me. So I didn't probe them and I eventually let it go.
A while later, the things I wanted to consult about revealed themselves in various ways. I literally mean various ways. So I eventually got SOME clarity. At some point this person I wanted to consult with me told me they had actually missed my enquiry.
At that point I didn't feel the need to consult anymore following the events that had taken place in my life and my receiving clarity through those events.

Through all this I was able to learn how my guides communicate and the pattern with which they work.
So I got to know them better and understand our connection better.

So when we say be patient, it's real guys. It's not to shove you off, you really need to get comfortable with waiting certain things out. And it's important to know that inside patience, there are things for you
to see and learn. Fight the instant gratification syndrome - it cuts your journey and thus cuts off the things you were to learn. You need the things that you are to learn, both good and bad, to be able to maintain the next thing.
Some of you receive favours and they somehow slip away from you randomly, or don't last, because you haven't been built enough to maintain what you receive.
Short cuts are convenient, but results will always be temporary. Like it or not, experience is the biggest teacher. You must allow things to happen and trust that the guardians you walk with are seeing it too.
This is not to say you should avoid consulting. It is to say that it shouldn't be your crutch. Learn to exercise the patience that aids you in reading your own life.
While we're here:

See? Spiritual workers also have the dribbles that everyone else does. See? We're actually still just people. (So be kind please)

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