This morning I was meditating when I felt Maia swiftly arrive. She is full of energy. “Mom, follow me.” she says. She brings me to the wilderness somewhere north. I look at the trees and know that it must be Montana, Idaho, Alaska. I am not sure of the exact location. I see a wolf mother and her cubs in a moist burrowed den. The small cubs’ stomachs are burning with hunger and pain.
“What is this?” I ask Maia.
“Mom, look at this” She says and shows me a bin full of dog food and poison next to a barbed wire fence. “The ranchers are feeding the wolves poison. Mom, when the cubs nurse the milk is hurting their bellies. I feel they are dying. What can I do?”
Her sadness is deep into a consciousness I have never been before. I question to myself, “Why is she asking me? Shouldn’t there be someone, or something, or some entity helping Maia with this?” “Maia, tell the wolves not to eat out the bins.” I offer her.
I don’t recall hearing a reply but I remember feeling her energy withdraw as quickly as it arrived.
Last week, she told me the wolves are being affected by the helicopters that are shooting at them. She explained that as ravens fly over the wolves, the wolves cringe with instinctual fear. The stoic species has never before flinched in the presence of a shadow of the winged creatures. Nature is no longer the same. Humans have made their destructive footprint once again.
Here on earth I strive to raise consciousness and understanding while Maia in the dimensions above is fighting for a species she was once apart of here on earth.