This is begging to go up. Feeling and sending so much of what Timothy Glenn shared in this post by dear Laura Bruno 🌈
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This is begging to go up. Feeling and sending so much of what Timothy Glenn shared in this post by dear Laura Bruno 🌈
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Some background on my new pet companion and sweet friend Miracle that I wanted to share.
Miracle had been at her foster for about a year. There was zero interest in her. She had been dumped either pregnant or with her 7 puppies in the desert outside of Phoenix called “Dog Patch”. Dog Patch is a notorious dumping ground for animals Alive and dead. She would have been around 2 years old.
From their best guess she was out there 3 weeks, and keep in mind she ever already had the puppies with her or she had the puppies out there. She kept the puppies alive feeding them and protecting them and herself from who knows what. She has the physical scars that tell the tale.
When she and the puppies were found Miracle was skin and bones from feeding the puppies All the puppies were still alive By the next day one of the puppies died, despite all that Miracle gave to sacrifice herself for them. Once in the shelter 2 more puppies succumbed to Parvo.
Her foster mom took in the remainder of the puppies and Miracle. No one has any idea what she had been through prior to being discarded to Dog Patch.
The puppies grew healthy and were all adopted. The last one adopted was 5 months ago.
It was destiny that Miracle and I came together. My Java had passed on 3/6/17. About a month ago I had seen a post in FB of a dog that was looking for a home. I messaged the foster mom and through our discussion it was clear he and I would not be the right fit.
In describing what I was looking for as a good fit for my lifestyle and energy level, the foster mom shared with me Miracle’s story. Then she made the statement, “she’s a black dog and she has scars” so she is considered undesirable by potential adopters, plus she is lab/pitt mix.
I felt my next animal friend and companion would be a female dog. My last 3 dogs all have been male. I knew it would not be a puppy. I was interested in an adult dog I also wanted a rescue dog.
A week later I went to meet Miracle at her home. At some point I’ll share all the symbols, synchronicities and numerology that showed up during that supported my decision that she was the one.
So about a month after I first met her, she came home to live with me on 5/17/17.
During that month there were some fears that I needed to work through. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t jumping the gun and I had given myself time to grieve for Java. I also had some concerns about how she would do and if I was truly prepared to give her whatever support she needed. In the end I listened to my heart and nothing or no one else. That told me all I needed.
She too had fears. In connecting with her via Reiki and some animal communication sessions she had so much emotional pain that it was heartbreaking. So I, and two dear friends Tania and Annette (thank you my dear sisters) did Reiki and energy work as well to help support her and I.
My schedule has a few things already scheduled that would take me away from home for long days. I wanted to get past those commitments so that I could be here for her, to help to make her feel safe, secure and loved.
Miracle also had an appointment to be spayed which needed to happen before she came home with me
Any of the fears I had have evaporated. She is the sweetest girl and has already settled in and feels safe and loved.
When I told her foster I wanted to adopt her, she asked if I would keep her name Miracle, I told her absolutely. That is her badge of honor. She is a Miracle. And she is my Miracle.
Java also had a hand in helping to coordinate things from the other side. So he definitely gave me a paws up that this was meant to be. So it was such a Magick transition.
She is a Magickal Miracle.
My sweet boy Java, a Doberman and Australian Shepherd mix transitioned on his journey on Monday morning, March 6, 2017. Java’s birthday was March 11th, so he was just shy of 11 years old going on 200 years old. That is just a pinch of the lifetimes we spent together. I’ve had many sweet and lovely pet companions that I loved dearly. But Java was different, Java was my soul mate and twin. He was my best friend and companion. He was my family. Java and I communicated in all sorts of ways, conversations, telepathically and energetically. He knew me and loved me unconditionally for who I was and am. I couldn’t ask for anything more. That was a rare quality. There are only very few people in my life that I would put in that category. And they too are special. I would have done anything for my Javaman. And he trusted me to do so. I trusted him to do so for me.
Java and I met as I walked into Petsmart in Marietta, GA back in 2006. I had gone there to pickup cat food and liter for my pillow puff girl Marley. Marley was a specially kitty because she acted like a dog. LOL. I can love kitties, but my heart naturally is always with dogs. Anyway, they were having an adoption event out front of the store. Java was in a small kennel and his foster dad was with him. He caught my eye because he was all snout and paws. Such a funny looking little puppy and 5 months old. It was the end of August. Anyway I went into the store to pickup my stuff, and came out the door. I started to walk to the car but I stopped to see Java again. At this point his foster dad took him out on the leash and I talked to him and petted him but he didn’t seem to be interested in me at all. I decided to put my purchases in the car and came back to look at him some more.
I spoke to Java’s foster dad to find out his story. I was told Java was part of a litter of puppies that were dropped off at a vet’s office. They were all given coffee names. So hence Java. I felt his name fit him perfectly. He was a rich brown with creams, caramel and cinnamon colors running through his fur. And when you looked at his back end, it almost looked like he had chaps on, it was all cream colored, with the brown running on the edges. He had one ear that wouldn’t quite stand up, I asked his dad about it and he said his dog had bit Java’s ear and he didn’t know if it would end up standing up completely once he was an adult. It never did, and it was such an endearing quality when I would see him from behind, that little lopsided ear. I hadn’t been looking for a dog but I had started to consider getting a dog. I continued to watch Java and I asked his foster dad more about him. He was kennel trained, he had just begun putting him on the leash, he was potty trained. I don’t know what made the foster dad say ok, when I said I wanted to adopt him, considering Java totally kept ignoring me. I don’t even know why I wanted to adopt him when he kept ignoring me but I did. After filling out the paperwork and paying the fee. I went back into Petsmart and bought everything I needed for Java including the kennel, and then headed home. I had no idea how Marley would take to him because she was used to being the only one for 10 years at least. But I figured we could work it out. So began our life together.
Having Java around was like having a little baby. He loved to get into everything. He wasn’t really a chewer of things except for my hand and the dog bones I had for him. He was teething and I would have him on my lap and let him chew on the top of my hand. I know, I know people are probably thinking what? But it all felt very natural. It seemed to really comfort him despite the fact those sharp baby teeth would draw blood. Needless to say my hands would look like Dracula had been feeding on them. He loved his bones. I would wonder how he kept going through his dog bones so quickly. Later I would find out that he would throw them between the slats of the Balinese day bed that I used as a sofa in the living room. He would jump up on it, push all the pillows away (it looked like a sultans sofa) and drop it out the back. When I moved it to vacuum there were like 10 bones back there! LOL. He always made me laugh. Such a little comedian, and I appreciated that about him. It helped to balance my serious side.
Java came to live with me at the end of August 2006, and by the end of November 2006, I had quit my job, sold allot of my belongings, rented my place and was heading back to California with Java and my sweet kitty Marley. We left the day after Thanksgiving, driving a large rental truck with a car carrier attached to the back. We were driving from Marietta, GA to Carmel, CA. Java sat in the passenger’s seat, and Marley was in her kitty carrier. We would stop occasionally to take breaks for bathroom, walks and food. Then we spent the nights at KOA cabins across the country. When we got to Abilene, TX it was snowing. We had left early in the morning to head out. The snow had stopped but the roads were being plowed. As we started to drive on, I braked slightly and hit a patch of black ice. The truck and trailer started to fishtail and go in circles into the freeway meridian. All I remember at that point thinking was this wasn’t really happening, and then everything kicked into slow motion. The truck flipped on its side and slid down the meridian for I don’t know how long. I could see Java fly up into the air off his seat and then Marley’s cat crate tumble on the floor. I prayed that the front windshield would hold so they wouldn’t be crushed or thrown out, and if they were okay, so they wouldn’t get out once we stopped and possibly be hit by a car. Thankfully, the angels surrounded us and protected us. I walked away with bruises and some scrapes, and frayed nerves. Java and Marley were both shaken. We spent the next few days in a hotel recuperating while they transferred what was left in the truck to a new truck so we could continue on our way. which we did. It was hard to do, get back into the truck so soon for all of us. Every little bit of road noise would set Java off and he would shake and whine. I held him as best I could as we drove. A few days later we made it California. We were so glad to get out of that truck!
About 6 months after we had returned to California, my sweet Marley girl kitty had to be put to sleep. I cried and cried, and couldn’t get out of bed for 3 days. Java stayed by my side. He was very sad too. Her passing left a huge hole for us both. About 3 weeks later I adopted a rescue cat named Jingles, which I changed her name to Jadey. Jadey had some trust issues so it took a long time before I could even pet her without her biting and/or scratching me. She gave Java the business too. Hissing and striking out of him. He got to the point where he would ignore her, but then couldn’t help himself and try to chase after her. One day I found one of her claws in his nose. They developed this love/hate relationship that continued till Jadey passed in April 2016.
We had moved back to California because my mom seemed like she would shortly need some assistance. As it turned out that did eventually turn out to be the case. My mom, Java, Jadey and I all moved in together. Things were real good for the first few months, but then my mom took a fall, and broke her hip From that point on my mom was bedridden. Java and Jadey would keep her company. Java as a huge help because he normally slept with me at night. But I would leave the bedroom door open so I could hear if my mom needed anything. He would hear before I did and he would wake me up. Or if something was wrong and I was in another part of the house he would come get me. Java was always a healer.
I actually attuned Java and my cat Jadey ( who we adopted after sweet Marley passed about 6 months after moving to California) I attuned them both through Reiki II. Java would look at me with a look of why are you attuning me, I already know how to do this!
Java and I had been together in previous lifetimes together. I was a gypsy and he my companion and protector. He lived this life so well with me then and now, Jadey kept up with us though at times I know it was a bit challenging for her. From the time Java came to live with me we lived in Marietta, GA, Carmel Valley, CA, Aromas, CA, Seaside, CA, Campbell, CA. and Sonora, CA. Then we moved to Salt Lake City, Kamas and Heber, UT. Then we moved to Cottonwood, AZ and finally Cornville, AZ where Java passed.
Java loved the ladies. All my female friends he adored. He was a lady’s man. Javaman. He was my dear boy.
I never felt lonely or scared with Java around. I knew he always had my back, I knew he loved me and I knew he would do anything to protect me. Pretty much the whole time we were together we lived in very small places. He was a good size dog, but he always made it work. All he cared about was that we were together. When we moved to Cottonwood in July 2014, I specifically rented a larger place with a fenced yard that he could enjoy. And he did. He would be in the house and hear noises, start barking, I’d say, you want outside? He’d run to the door and when I opened it he would haul butt out there to do whatever he needed to do. Usually that was barking and showing off his stuff.
Java only had one fault, and we learned to get around it. It wasn’t really even a fault. Java was food protective. I didn’t find this out till I moved in with my high school friend Cindy, as a roommate. She had 3 wonderful dogs. Two Labrador retrievers, one brown named Sam and one black name Gabriel, and then a female pit-bull named Zoe. Things seemed to be okay till we went to feed them altogether. Then I saw Java turn into something I had never seen before. He ferociously attacked Gabriel. It was brutal. Poor Gabe. Cindy and I were in shock. So we had to make sure they were never in the same room while eating, as well as making sure if we were in the kitchen making food, and any food dropped that we got it immediately off the floor.
I had an animal communication session with a gifted animal communicator and friend to see what we could do to change that behavior. She told me after the session with him, that because of the way we lived, moving around so much that it had activated our past lives together, me as a gypsy and he as my companion and protector He protected us from robbers, and other ner do wells. People tried to take our food from our meager supplies and he would attack them so that we could both eat from the food sources we had. So this had come forward now. I asked her if she talked to him about stopping it and that he didn’t have to do that now. She replied she had, but he was not convinced and would need to think about it. She checked in with him a few days later, and he told her no go on changing the behavior…..lol That’s my boy.
Java would sing in the morning and night when I was making his meals. He would talk to me just like a human being and I would talk to him. We understood each other. I never taught him this but he would bring me a shoe when he wanted to go on a walk, and then I’d tell him I needed the other one and he would go grab it and bring it to me.
He stay near my side non-stop when if I was sick. A few years back I had issues with my endocrine system. I could barely make it to work and then would come home and sleep non-stop. It went on for a year almost and I attempted to get well. He stayed so close to me. Totally devoted and loyal.
When my Jadey girl passed last April 2016, something for Java seemed to shift. He started moving slower, he seemed like he didn’t feel well. We had multiple vet visits for about 6 months. They didn’t know what was wrong from the testing they did. They thought he had allergies. So we went through regimens of allergy medication. Then he was having a hard time jumping on the bed to go to sleep at night after our trip to California in September. I decided to take him to a new vet I had heard about, that was early November. After all the testing she told me that it was spleen cancer and too far advanced to do anything other than keep him comfortable, and consider his quality of life. We did that
So in December we took a car trip to California one more time to visit family and then to retrieve my belongings that had been in storage. While on that trip it hit me hard that that would be our last long trip together. We returned home. From that point on he wouldn’t even get up on the ottoman that I had placed by the bed to make it easier for him to get into bed. He started sleeping in “his” chair in the living room. I knew it was more comfortable for him, but I also knew it was his way of easing the process of pulling away from me so it wouldn’t be as hard on me when he left.
During those months of December through March 5th I took Java with me everywhere, even if he couldn’t go in where I was going it didn’t matter, he wanted to be with me and I wanted him beside me. He was all sprawled out on the back seat on lots of his favorite blankets. I’d have his hiking water bowl, and treats for him. Thankfully during this time it was the winter months and I could do that, the temperature allowed for him to be in the car. It didn’t get hot enough till the week after he passed. It was almost like he knew.
The vet told me that she had expected him to pass back in December, but he stayed 3 more months almost in good spirits, comfortable and happy. It wasn’t until the very last night of Mar 5th, when we were up all night I knew that this was it. It came on fast and furious. He knew too. I laid with him on the floor till morning. I got dressed, called the vet and gathered his things….his bed and his special blanket. He walked outside and laid on the grass right by the bird bath. I could tell he wanted to feel the ground again, the sun on his back and see the birds.
The last words I said to him was how much I loved him, and how I would never forget him. Then I told him it was okay to go. The moment I finished that sentence, he left his body. He was ready.
He is with me, and assisting me from the other side. I know it, I feel it. There is so much more, but I will keep that to myself.
When I returned from the vets that day, I walked up to the cabin and right where Java had laid before we left a beautiful yellow/black/orange butterfly flew in spirals right in that spot. I knew my boy was signaling his ascent and journey of transformation.
This is so wrong. It looks as if they are attempting to set a prescedent Sending reiki to the situation
“I have a great idea. We’re the Sherman County government. We have power. Let’s claim Azure Farms can’t control their weeds. Let’s come in and invade them with Roundup and other toxic chemicals. Let’s destroy their organic farm. We know the spraying won’t wipe out the weeds—it’ll make the situation worse. But who cares? Let’s open up ourselves to massive lawsuits. I’m sure Monsanto will give us some legal help. We can set a fantastic precedent. No organic farm is safe. No organic farmer has the right to protect his land from the government. Isn’t that a terrific idea?”
Government trespass, invasion?
So far, I have seen no coverage of this issue in Oregon newspapers. Why not? Also, I find nothing on the Sherman County, Oregon, government website about a massive spraying program.
A local government is going to decimate…
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Here we go!
Thank you, Mary, for sending the link to this video. Yes, I am feeling it, and I have noticed many people having breakthroughs this week. I’ve also noticed a surge of creativity in my own life. I had attributed it to clearing out the blue house/office/guesthouse for the new family moving in there Monday, plus getting all the renovations scheduled for our new house. Oh, and Reishi coffee, LOL!
I actually love moving, so I expected this surge of excitement as I ponder a new yard to permaculture and a whole new house to feng shui. I’m so excited about my ideas that I can barely keep a lid on it. Even with all that in the mix to explain the surge in energy, though, I’ve noticed that errands or tasks that would normally take 3-4 hours are finishing up in 30 minutes. Huge swaths of time open up only…
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Thanks Laura! Lots of love and thanks. This is treeworthy. 😋
More tree love, and, um, yeah … guess I am pretty eccentric. 😉 I have regularly engaged in all of these ways since childhood, and I can honestly say, they work!
Fauns, elves, pixies, ghouls, trolls – the image of forests and woodlands arouse many feelings of mystery and intrigue. Not only do forests bring to mind mythical creatures, but they’re also the home of countless folklore tales and superstitions. Did you know that the Druids and the Germanic Pagans used to worship trees? No wonder the forest, in all its ethereal splendor, is the perfect place for us to take solitary strolls.
Interestingly, forests also provide the perfect place to holistically heal ourselves. All our daily tensions, struggles and woes can perish through some simple forest therapy. We all have forests, bush-lands, and woodlands near us. But how can we make the best out of…
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Have to share Thank you so much for posting re: Joanna Macy. She is a voice that I really enjoy listening to