My Spirit guide is a housecat, because there is a hungry violent beast in my bones which is much happier and more content within peaceful civilization than it is with its own bestial origins. It fears neither its own malice nor god’s. It confidently strides into the warm house of god and takes the best seat it can find and god does not often shoo it away for it is unassuming and as graceful as it can manage to be and therefore as beautiful. It rarely walks across god’s keyboard or knocks over god’s coffee. Plus, and perhaps most importantly, it buries it’s own shit making it’s shit easier for god to deal with later.