Xavier, my spirit guide, appeared to a psychic-medium in a between-lives regression for me as a soldier in a toga-like outfit and carrying a spear. She saw him, I didn’t, as the regression didn’t work very well, but the more I think about it the more appropriate it feels. I dubbed him a member of the ancient phalanx and that still feels right.
Sometimes guides appear as children, in order not to frighten anyone. I saw Xavier once before, not as a child, but as an adult with shoulder-length black hair and a black goatee. Only his eyes were obscured, making me wonder if he was Asian, rather than the Hispanic his name suggests.