Lessons from Me to You
When I first met my Angels, I didn't know that's what was happening.
I was a single mom, down to my last $5, with an almost-empty tank of gas and two boys counting on me to show up for their hockey game. I wasn't meditating. I wasn't doing anything spiritual. I was crying, yelling at the universe, and basically saying... somebody better show up and help me right now.
And then the next morning, something shifted.
I stopped fighting. I looked up and said three words out loud that changed everything: "You figure it out."
I didn't even know who I was talking to. I just knew I was done trying to carry it alone.
What happened next, a brand new gas station, a full tank, a family-size bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, and a tiny yellow bird singing in the rain, became the story I shared in the very first episode of Winging It with Wendy. But that moment was only the beginning. Because once I realized that someone had heard me... I wanted to know who.
After the gas station miracle, I sat down and did something I hadn't really done before. I got quiet. I meditated.
Not because I was experienced at it. I wasn't. But something inside me said... if someone out there heard me, maybe I could talk to them again.
So I asked, out loud: "If I have a Guardian Angel... what's your name?"
And the name that came back was Tilly.
I didn't know anyone named Tilly. No friends, no relatives, nobody. But that was the name I heard. So I kept going.
"Okay, Tilly," I said. "If you're real... how do I know?"
Her answer was simple: "Ask for three things."
Here is what I have learned after 30 years of talking to my Angels: they respond to specificity.
Vague requests get vague results. But when you ask for something so particular, so wonderfully weird, that only your Angel could have arranged it... that's when you really start to pay attention.
My three asks were:
Each one showed up. And each one arrived in a way I never could have planned or predicted.
The concert tickets? My business partner called out of the blue with two VIP tickets to see Michelle Wright. When we got to the arena and looked at the ticket stub, the opening act was someone named John Berry... the exact singer I had asked to see.
The jeans? I was telling my Angel story to a young woman who had just come home after two and a half years backpacking through the Middle East. Mid-conversation, she quietly got up and left the room. She came back holding a pair of blue jeans. Tags still on. Never worn. She said she had carried them halfway around the world and never knew why. Until that moment.
The telescope? I was visiting my mom on Vancouver Island, sitting at her kitchen table sharing my two Angel stories. Her husband Rolf... a lovely but very sceptical man... got up without a word, walked into the living room, and came back holding a telescope with two hands. He set it down in front of me and said: "Apparently I'm supposed to give this to you."
Three asks. Three deliveries. Each one more surprising than the last.
This is the part that took me a little while to really understand.
Asking your Angels for something is a lot like ordering online. You place the order. You trust it's coming. And then you wait... with excitement, not anxiety.
You don't go back and reorder the same thing the next day and the day after and the day after. That's not belief. That's doubt wearing the costume of hope.
Once you've asked, let it go. Your Angels heard you the first time.
The jeans taught me something else just as important: tell people what you're waiting for.
If I hadn't been sharing my Angel story that afternoon, that young woman never would have gone into her room and come back with a pair of jeans she'd carried across the world. The delivery came through a person who was already right there in front of me.
Your Angels may work through the people already around you. Let them know what you're looking for.
One more thing, because this one made a real difference for me.
Notice how often you say the word want.
I want this. I want that. I want, I want, I want.
The word "want" keeps you in a state of wanting. It puts distance between you and the thing you're asking for.
Try this instead: "I am so excited to receive this."
Feel the difference? One feels like longing. The other feels like something is already on its way. And your Angels will forgive you if you slip up, especially if you're new to this. Just keep noticing, and keep practising.
After 30 years, I can tell you that the conversations with Tilly go well beyond gift requests.
Sometimes what I need isn't a thing. It's a sign. If I'm supposed to take a particular path, I'll say... "Show me a red rose in a purple vase. Send me a little glass hummingbird." And I'll keep my eyes open.
The sign might show up in a commercial. It might be on a billboard. It might be a Canadian nickel flipped face-up on the sidewalk, with a beaver on the back. It sounds small. But when you've asked for it specifically... you'll know.
That's how I built World Tree Technologies. That's how I've made some of the biggest decisions in my life. Not by ignoring my instincts, but by asking my Angels to confirm them... and then paying attention.
These three stories were the beginning of everything. They were the moment I realized I wasn't just winging it alone.
And I don't think you are either.
If you'd like to hear all three in full, including the exact moment Rolf walked back into the kitchen holding that telescope, come listen to Episode 2 of Winging It with Wendy.
And if something here stirred something in you... that's worth paying attention to.
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