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Luca my poodle with Stormy my Aussie and Felix my Chihuahua in the stroller.
We (Southern California) finally got some rain today! I loved it!
When Stormy was growing up, I also had a wolf dog named Maia. WolfDogs and Aussies need tons of exercise. Rain or shine. We would hike hours in the rain. They dived in puddles like young children. They chased coyotes and deer through the woods. They got so dirty I would have to hose them off afterwards. We loved it!
It’s such a different feeling having the poodle and chihuahua. They would of been happier staying on the couch. They jumped timidly over the puddles and tried to duck under awnings and trees for cover. Stormy even would of been happier to stay home.
A part of me is relieved to have an excuse not to walk the dogs for an hour twice a day but another part misses the smell of the rain and the pure joy of watching a working dog and a wolfdog enjoying a rainy day hike. Either way, I am grateful for what is. Happy Rain!
One thing lead to the next and I signed up for a weekend course. I don’t really know how it happened. I was told by somebody that I needed to do and like a robot I just signed up. I had no idea what to expect and when I asked the course instructor and others who took the course to tell me what it was about no one would answer me. I thought, “Is this some sort of cult?” but the people who were urging me to go are such happy healthy people I couldn’t truly believe it was cult. People in cults are unhealthy, right?
I said to the people, “Isn’t it odd that no one will tell me what it is about?”
They answered with, “You should have no expectations” and “I can’t explain it, just go, you’ll love it.” So I took the weekend off of work and I went.
I am not going to tell you what I learned in the course… just because. But I will tell you that at the very end we were meditating and I put the question out into the universe, “Should I have a horse in my life?”
Immediately I heard a voice in my head that said, “Yes, an Appaloosa needs you.” I thought of an Appaloosa I recently fell in love with in Bend Oregon, but she is owned by a friend who takes the best care of her that anyone could.
Then I saw an image of myself riding an Appaloosa. I knew she was not mine in the image. She was someone I had permission to ride. Then I saw the farm she was at and a horse trainer I am friends with.
In less than an hour I am on the phone with the horse trainer. After a few moments of her going through the Appaloosas she knows she figured it out. There is one at that very farm I saw in my mind and the young woman who owns her recently mentioned she doesn’t have much time for the horse anymore.
In 30 minutes from that I was meeting the young woman with the Appaloosa. Remarkable in swift time, I now have permission to get to know this horse and to help the young woman with her.
Amazing to me. The young woman mentioned that just a week early she asked the universe for help …. and I have been asking the universe for a horse I can play with but do not have to own and take on all the responsibilities for. Get my feet wet in the whole horse in my life again scene. “There must be someone who thinks it is cool to have the pet psychic hang out with their horse. A win win for all of us.” I kept telling myself.
The art of manifestation seemed to be something that happened to other people. I had a pretty good childhood. I could manifest a lot of things back then, but as an adult my path towards manifestation has not really been a straight arrow. It curved around boulders and up slippery muddy hills only to be pitched to the bottom in search of another way up the hill.
I sigh because I have not been angry or upset about this course of action my life usually takes because I know I have been learning skills on how to climb muddy hills and which hills to even bother to climb but so often I get almost right to the top and then I slip back down again. It gets a bit tiresome.
I don’t know what my future will be with this Appaloosa and her person but for now, just in the beginning, I am happy it manifested and it may be a great thing for all of us.
And perhaps my readers will be able to hear a horse’s perspective to life’s issues in addition to my five companion animals. If it is cool with the young woman who owners her of course.
The Appaloosa says, “I also asked for help so that my person and I can understand each-other better. And I also wanted someone to be able to tell the people that work with me that I want to do good. That I want to learn. I wished people could hear me so that they would know that. I never want to hurt anyone on purpose. I want to be loved.”
Look at your animal & tell them how well they look & how you are so lucky to have them. Believe they hear you & watch them smile. Be happy!
Part of this is a secret. My good friend has recently invited me to live on the most magically piece of property that I have ever visited… and I have been around the world. I believe she got this idea from my deceased cat Joey who kept telling me before he died that we need to live on land like in New York. My friend told me, “The idea to ask you came out of nowhere while I was eating lunch. Though I have thought long and hard about it before I asked you.”
The Buddha above resides on the property. He was carved by from a massive red wood tree that fell in an earthquake. I often sit on his knee whispering silently my feelings of gratitude and pray for a slice of his wisdom. When my friend was a child, 7o or so years ago, there were retired circus bears that lived on the property, mountains lions that slept in the dark stalactites caverns, and other animals that you would not expect to see on an estate. Now there are owls, bobcats, coyote, racoons, chickens… The bamboo around the coy inhabited ponds are giant and wrap around rare plants and trees that were brought on boats from around the world. The land is lush and fertile reminding me of a combinations of my childhood home in NY and of the flowered filled Island of Nevis my favorite destination.
“You could live in a trailer” my friend says.
“live in a trailer?” I contemplate. “Downsize and rent out my two bedroom home. Be a landlord..Live in a trailer with two dogs, two cats and a bunny?”… “live on a magical property… be closer to the ocean… I would surf more.. I would write more… I would be happier. We all would be happier… but a trailer?”
So I started googling and you know they are some pretty nice trailers out there. I brought the dogs to the site and we mapped out a place for the trailer and for a yard around the trailer for when I am not home. And them Makia my cat came and walked the property (in her harness) in awe of its beauty. “Makia says there are tress to climb and a pond with pretty leaves in the middle.” Serafina my other cat tells me the night of the visit. “We should move there. In a trailer” all my animals say.
I get excited to get rid of half my “stuff” I already live simply, but maybe someone else could use the juicer I never use (I am in love with my blender), the books I have not read in many years, or the dress that is too big for me but I love so much I haven’t given it away. So I start the process slowly… “There is not much to do” I think.
Yesterday my best friend Jim and I went looking for trailers. There are not many that are made after 2007 over 35 ft. out there for sale. If I am going to live in a trailer, its going to be a nice one. We first walked in a 42foot park model trailer. It instantly gave me the creeps and I had to leave it quickly. It was clean and nice looking but something freaky happened in it and I didn’t want to know what. Jim didnt ask any questions when I left. The next one we entered was this one:
It has three pop outs. I full bathroom, stainless steel appliances, air-conditioning, heat, surround sound, a washer and dryer even! But it was more flimsy then the pictures looked. It shook when we walked. They assured me once it is parked and stabilized it wont shake.
Jim and I sat in it for a good 15 minutes thinking about all the ways I could upgrade it – tear out the brown carpet put in a nice flooring, new hardware on the cabinets, take out the built in furniture and put in my own. Where would my desk go? Where would the dog bed and the litter box go? I’ll put the litter box in the shower. And Bean my bunny – her enclosure is huge. She practically has her own bedroom. She would have to down size too.
All this time I have been convincing my self that it would be like living on a boat. I once lived on a boat for a couple of months while sailing around the Caribbean. I have always dreamed of living on a boat again. Here in the trailer at a quiet moment I heard my deceased grandpa, who was an avid sailor, say, “Laura this is a trailer not a boat.”
“I know grandpa but it is the land I am moving for. It is sort of like the sea.”
“It is not like the sea” I heard him answer. I have learned that not all dead beings are “all knowing” or “know the best thing for you.” This is a common misconception of the other side. Though I highly respect my grandfathers opinions whether alive on earth or from the other-side.
Jim left me so I could meditate. I needed to see what spirit had to say about this idea of mine and this particular trailer. I was sitting in this chair:
I close my eyes and then I fell something touching my legs. I look up and I see the spirit of a two year old child. He wants up on my lap. I look up and leaning on the kitchen counter with his chin in his hand I see a man in his early 30’s staring at me.
“Can you help my son get to heaven” He asks me.
“How does a child get stuck in the world in-between?” I wondered. The child wanted to play with me. He had toys in his hands.
I have been talking to the dead since I was very young. It has always been a normal thing for me to do. Just like talking to the animals. But I have only helped a few others cross over to the other side. It is by no means something I am trained or a professional at doing. Nor is it something that I strive to be good at. I would rather leave that to other mediums.
I was not scared of the man and the boy. I felt extreme sorrow for them. I told the boy to allow himself to float to where ever he felt pulled and asked him if he saw a bright light and felt a warm feeling. I saw him look around and then smile. I told him to go to that and after he looked to his father and his father reassured him to go, in a few seconds I the child much farther way wrapped in light with his legs and arms hugging an elderly woman.
“You need to go too.” I told the man.
“I have to stay here.” and then he started to tell me his story. “My wife died in the bedroom from too many drugs.” I saw at that moment what he had found. A woman draped half on the bed half on the floor, black and blue, skinny and dead with a needle in her arm. “I have to find her and bring her with me to heaven.”
I didn’t see her or feel her in the trailer. I didn’t think she went to heaven because if she did I would imagine she would of came back for him. “You’ll have a better chance of finding her once you cross over and deal with your own story. She’s not in your dimension. You wont find her if you wait. How did you die?”
“I found her dead and I couldn’t handle it. I freaked out and I gassed us. I shouldn’t have done it. I robbed my son of a life. I made a bad decision. Her parents bought us this trailer so we could give him a good life. I freaked out. I made a mistake.”
“You need to look at your decision after you cross over. Do you know anyone who has passed that we can call to come help you?” I asked him hoping that someone from the other side would appear just like for the little boy.
“my dad is there, but I don’t want to go to him” I saw a man spitting out the end of cigar.
“Anyone else?” I asked.
The man was thinking. He was still standing near the kitchen counter. Then from a break in a field of energy I saw a flash of light and man walk surrounded by sparks of light. He looked like a basket ball coach.
The spirit man in the trailer lit up and smiled. He went to him and shock hands. They seemed far away and surrounded in light. I smiled and then I cried. Just a little bit. Because I didn’t like the thought of a man and his child stuck in the in-between world.
“howdy can I answer any of your questions.” The trailer salesman’s appeared.
I decided to make up a few questions. Maybe I would compare the answers to another trailer seller one day. This trailer was not for me. Jim arrives and starts his questioning. He takes a look at me and asks, “Are you ok?”. “yeah great.” and Jim continues to talk to the salesmen about propane and hookups and stability and transport…. and I let him do it because I am glad I have a “guy” with me and I think it is good to be knowledgeable. There is a part of me inside screaming, “NO WAY in hell you are living in a trailer. You cant live in trailer. This is a sign.” Before I leave the trailer I go to the back bedroom to see if I can see the woman. Why I did this I dont know. It is like when I was kid and devoured every Stephen King Novel and Edgar Allen Poe writing or when my friends and I would watch Friday the 13th and then go out at night and walk the woods around the lake where the movies where filmed. There is a part of me that likes the adrenal rush of freaking myself out. But I thought I got over this many years ago. When the reality of the dark side really showed itself to me. The life of a psychic sees many worlds.
10 minutes later Jim and I are sitting on leather seats (which I dont agree with) in a $100,000 touring bus dreaming about a book tour one day and telling stories of the haunted trailer. So glad he doesn’t think I am crazy.
Later that afternoon my friend Tina convinces me that I can still live in a trailer and it is for the property that I would be doing it. “Anyways you cleared the trailer. Why cant you just get that one? It sounded nice.” She asks.
“Because the last thing I need is to be there my first night and the dead drug addict wife appears.”
So now… I wonder… will I live in a trailer or will I stay in my house.
I’ll have to visit the Buddha.
I talk about an experience I had when I was 12 years old with fish and a higher power. I also give listeners a tip on how to talk to animals.[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB20NjIiGlI nolink]
I have read
that 80-90 % of human’s thoughts
98% of our thoughts today we had yesterday.
Animals hear, see and feel our thoughts.
They are affected by them.
Being aware of what you are thinking
& becoming more positive
can have a great impact on
the health and well-being of our animals.
If you can’t change for you,
Change For Them!