This morning as I was getting ready for work, I had this amazing
beautiful miracle happen. My neighbor Brenda knocked on my door and she
said "Hi I have something I to show you!" I called out I'd be there in a
second...I walked out and she said to me "I know how much you'll
appreciate this..." as we walked around the front of Safari, there in
plain sight was a young male deer, two small points on his antlers, and
one LOVELY bright pink ribbon around his neck. He had just come straight up to Brenda as she was reading and enjoying her morning coffee.
I called to him from a crouching position so that he could smell me and
from that position I let him know I was not going to harm him... With
my mind I kept repeating "it's OK little guy..." He came straight over
to me and sniffed me, then to my surprise he sniffed my face and gave me
big kisses. I stroked him and realized someone had rescued him from a
babe the way he had the pink ribbon on and also his behaviour. Rutting
season starts soon here too I realized.
As I stroked him and
Brenda and I talked, both almost in tears from this beautiful miracle
before us, I sent him messages of staying where it's safe and telling
his kind to also come here in this area. There's no hunting here on
these many acres you see.
After a few minutes I went in and gave
him a few bits of apple to show him it was safe here. He nibbled the
apple and once again kissed my nose and face. Off he walked so
beautifully....Brenda and I did take pictures of our miracle encounter
she was so gracious to share....
Some may say I've done harm, but I heard the words today "When you have no thoughts of harm towards yourself or others..."
Today I asked the Angels to keep a watch for these beauties and guide
them to here, a safe haven in this area.... A ring of Angels all
around...
All day I've felt so touched by Grace with this....
Friday, October 14, 2016
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Healing in the Grieving - My Ginger Boys
Yes I'm a Psychic Medium. Yes I can
communicate/hear/get messages from those in Spirit because of me
having the Amazing abilities of a 5'6” antenna. Grief however, hits
me like it does you – hard, fast and hurting.
Last weekend, three weeks after Baby
Buddy's and Weasley's passings, I was able to pick up and pack up
Buddy's new dish, coat, scarves and toys and put them in a box. I
still have yet to be able to put up his collar, harness and leashes.
Those things are still outside on the chair just as they were the day
after his passing from my washing them. Every evening I know they
are out there as I pass on my way back from work, but I don't see
them. I try hard not to see them...but I know soon comes the time
when I can finally put those in the box too along with his blankies
and other things.
Weasley didn't wear a collar. There
was never any need as he'd come to me and the rattle of the treat bag
faster than you can say Meow any day. He was mummy's boy, always on
my pillow at night just above my head until he became so unwell he
just needed to rest. My Ginger Tabby Guardian is now resting on the
other side with his winter blanket mate. They shared blankets and
couch space in winter,s ometimes facing each other but most of the
time backs against each other in quiet understanding, paws but no
claws.
I've sat on the couch a few rare times
since they passed. Buddy's spot was on the couch here in Safari.
He'd be up there watching me unless he wanted to play or have tinkle
times. He'd then stand up and just give me that look and then tap
his paws happily and expectantly.
Tonight however, I was able to sit and
truly relax on that couch. I remembered the time in New Hampshire
when we ALL crawled onto and into the blankets I put on the couch
because the power was out that Thanksgiving weekend. It turns into a bed with a couple of pulls and we all pulled into those blankets that weekend! Twenty six
degrees is a little nippy for any Southern Pup or Fur Cat. We all
made space for each other and snugged down at night with extra
blankets over ALL of us, cats, dog and me. We kept each other warm.
During the day I did my best to do the normal things but we hunkered
under blankets, Buddy and cats on the sofa. Me in the chair with two
layers of socks and blankets with a cat or two snuggled up close.
Coming back south he laid on that
couch being so good for my daughter, her other half and me. He was
the best of boys always but on that trip he was Amazing. He did the
two thousand plus miles with me up and back down with no frustrations
only Love. He'd sniff new places and when my son-in-law took him for
potty walks they went off and I knew Buddy was happy by his body
language. Up he'd jump on the couch right after his drink of water
at the end of his walkie.
So sitting on that empty sofa tonight
and relaxing for the first real time while sitting there let's me
know I'm healing. I looked around from that perch at my new make
shift coffee table and watched Heidiweeness examine my handy work and
approve by having a good clean on it first thing. Under two minutes
made, that's pretty good for any home to get approval, I thought. My
mind went back to all the times he rolled around there where I was sitting, all the times
we were cold and I put an extra blanket on him and how he'd go to
sleep warmer and relax on there too. I thought of how he'd jump up
with a treat every time. He had me SO well trained.
I'm looking at
that sofa now and for three weeks plus it's been fairly tidy, no
blankets or coverings all over the place in a pile/nest he'd made.
I'd never fuss, but would kid him that he'd just mussed up 20 minutes
of making it nice for him. He'd look and me and snitz then finish
his handy work of making it a just right little nest.
Yes, I've seen him a few times around
and about this home of ours. He's been on a few walks with me.
Buddy showed up shortly after he passed laying in the bedroom
complete with the tail he'd had amputated 5 years ago this month from
an infection. He's shown up at work and had others bring in their
dogs to my other job too just after he'd passed. One was even a
little black dog, similar to him in size as well as a rescue named
Buddy.
Weasley sent me a card of sorts. He's
not let me go without his signs either. He's having Weeness do a few
things at times. Animals will often have their furry brothers or
sisters give them a helping hand with signs and oh he's been up to a
few things there. He's also made pictures keep downloading even
though the settings aren't supposed to allow that to happen and it's
“funny” that they are only photos of him that do it. He's a busy
boy too for mum.
Yes I'm healing but I'll admit there
have been a few tears whilst writing this about my best golden boys
in the Universe.
Weasley's momma was a show cat as was
my Buddy boy...The joke is they “showed up.” Buddy was all that
I'd asked for in a little dog when I knew Dixxie Marie was going to
be crossing. Weasley was every bit my Ginger Guardian of a Tom Tom.
Both boys watched out for mum as do their brothers and sisters still
on this side.
After five and twelve years
respectively how can I not grieve my two ginger boys? Yes I grieve,
it's a process we ALL have to endure for those we love in human form
as well as furry four legged, or feathered, or scaled. I know since
working with those on the other side it takes a little less time. I
know, not believe, not feel, but KNOW there is more to life. Even
though I know I still want to smell their smells, rub their fur and
even have to go out for one more late night tinkle in the cold
rain...because of Love.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
The cows with their calves watched me walk in the twilight.... Their heads turning as the light behind them faded until only their black sillouettes were strongly visible..... I wonder how much they think of the stars they are under at night....
Yet only I was out walking to the melodies of life singing tonight...There is something about walking in between day and night... of touching two worlds in this way....
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