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Dear Elleise,

Something tragic and terrible has happened. It wasn't my fault, but that fact doesn't make me feel any better.

I can't talk about it just yet. It only happened a couple of hours ago and my heart is broken and my soul torn. I have inflicted the worst pain, through an accident that was not my fault, but a little dog is fighting for its life and a little girl is broken hearted and inconsolable. So am I. I am unable to distance myself due to the fact that it was MY car, and I am flooded with all the pain and fear and grief and torment from both little souls who, like me, are innocent victims of an owners neglect. (Onlookers told me the dog is always escaping and getting onto the roads) But placing blame doesn't make me feel better either. IT WAS MY CAR with ME behind the wheel, and I am a person who could never harm a little dog and his adoring friend without it having a devastating effect on me. I am a sensitive, and animals are all my children.

Please send healing vibes to the three of us? especially to that little black and tan fluffy dog (Possibly a Shih Tzu) and the little girl who loves him. I swear I shall hear that little dog's screams until the day I die - and after -

I keep asking, 'WHY did it have to be ME!' I keep thinking I must have needed to be brought into line, or I must have bad karma from something. I feel like it is a punishment for something I did wrong.

I phoned the ER where I was going to take the dog, but the owner came in time to take him himself, and was told that they cannot give any information about a dog that is owned by someone else. So I shall not be able to know how the little chap is, or if he lives or dies. I fear he was seriously injured. I left my contact details with the ER but it will be up to the owner to contact me. He probably won't. In a way, I'm dreading the news, but have a need to know just the same.

I shall never feel the same about going to my beach retreat again. Such a tragic, painful ending to what had been a lovely afternoon and evening.

Dear Elleise,

I knew you would want to read the outcome of this. Here is my post to the 'Spirituality' Forum.

Check it with your own inner view and see if this sounds accurate?

Onealone.

Answers - at last. I know 'Why it had to be me' (sounds like a line from an old song!) The answer came unexpectedly from a member of a dog rescue group to which I belong, and have worked to help since 2001.

It wouldn't have applied, or made any sense if the little dog had died, but as he lives, that puts a whole new perspective on the situation. I won't go into a long, detailed account here, as I am still very weak and groggy from one of the 'reasons' - but I can say that it had nothing to do with sending a message to the parents. It was all about that little dog, and indirectly, the little girl who loves him.

I even know why I felt at one point last night that the dog had died. That was probably when it was under surgery - and it needed extra 'healing energy' and love. That came directly from me. The 'death' I felt inside, was my own loss of energy, which was going into the dog. (the reason why I needed an emergency doctor this morning.) I think I may have mentioned before that in the 1980s I was a spiritual healer. I worked 'hands on' and used crystals. But that was over 20 years ago and I was healthier, and not yet on a disability pension for incurable spinal disease.(that crunch came in 1988)

So now, I do not have the strength or reserves to heal others. In fact, the diseases I have have actually shut off a lot of my energy sources. But I DID put out all that I had for that little dog, and once a healer, always a healer. You can't shut it down at will.

Another thing I remembered was that I took that little dog into my arms, I stroked and kissed it's head, and healing energy would certainly have poured out of me then. It would have gone on all night while the little dog was in pain, and under anaesthetic. (why I couldn't sleep!) I didn't think of this at the time. I was too distraught to consider that I had been placed in this situation because of my 'gifts', and because of the many contacts I have. I immediately got on line and asked for thoughts, prayers, light, and healing vibes from the hundred or more members of the two dog lists, plus this forum. This amounted to an enormous amount of energy being directed to that little dog, and to the little girl too.

This is the point the lady from the rescue group, and several others who know the work I do for dogs, made:

The little dog would not have had this huge amount of support if he'd been run over by someone else

And there it is - simple once you know that the dog LIVED!

For the dog's survival, I happily endure the pain and illness I experience as a result. It was a worthy sacrifice!

He has recovered, and so shall I.

I tell you what!

Last night I had an incredible dream. I mean incredible!

I was on my way to take a bath here and thought I'd check in and see if there was anything I could meditate on in the tub.

Well...last night I couldn't sleep. I would for a couple of hours and get up. Go right back to sleep force myself and I'd have the same dream, a continuation of it anyway.

In it I was on a country side. The roads were different from ours. They were quaint though. There was a home that had a Spiritual Healer in it. He was skinny, Asian and had healing powers. He had a hut like structure and on his property he had dogs, not 2 or 3 but he took in dogs that had ailments. I could never see his face in the dream. I must have woken up 3 times from it. It was always dark...like it had been burned in a fire.

As the dream progressed, he had crutches..the kind that wrap around your arms to help you walk. Though he was getting weaker, his wisdom grew.

There was this tiny dog in the middle of the pack of dogs. They never left eachothers side. One dog in particular was black, but the most loving creature you could ever imagine. The hair was longer and there was a beagle as well. It had brown and auburn spots throughout. They're just the dogs that stood out...there had to be about 12 - 17 though.

I would go to the dog pack while the healer gave readings. I waiting until he was finished to speak with him. He charged $20 per reading and said he only had a few a week if that so they were important.

I wanted to give him money for the black dog...the black dog had important work to do, his wife said. She didn't think he would part with the dog.

I loved the dog so much I was willing to wait, however long it took. The important work of the black dog was healing one of the smaller dogs who did die, but came back.

They were both messengers, healers themselves in the human world. As such, I explained the black dog could as well heal me. I felt we would walk together and expand his/our working territory.

That dream has stuck with me all day. I'll take my bath and come back though.

Thank you for sharing this. I understand more than you know the trama of it ((hugs beautiful one - not alone ))

Thank you for sharing this. I understand more than you know the trama of it

Dear Elleise, did you tune into my experience here - ?

I am still dealing with the after effects. Still feeling that 'crash and bump' - and hearing the terrible on-going loud screaming. I do hope you are not picking that up from me?!

I found your dream very suggestive - but not sure just what of - but it is connected to what I experienced, and more -

Any further ideas?

Hugs to you too, (and you are a very special beautiful one!)

I just want to share something with you here that I've not mentioned anywhere else.

Ever since the 1970's when I had my big 'awakening' regarding 'oneness with all life' I explored many different paths of spiritual belief, and in the course of my journeys, I met (or created - I'm not really sure!) a spirit-being - like a high Nature Spirit, whom I lovingly called 'The Lord of the Animals'. I used to talk with him as others talk with Jesus, but it was always on the subject of Nature. I saw him/her as an extension of the Spirit of Mother Earth. (I see the planet as a living Being.)

After a while, I saw strange things happening. For example, I would just happen to be in the right place at the right time to rescue someone's lost dog, cat, bird - whatever! I stopped when I saw any creature on the road hurt, (this included sparrows!) and I would take them into the car and hold them, making a definite effort to heal. When they recovered (sometimes they did not, but at least they died in peace and with love, and not squashed on the road.) I would release them in some safe place suitable as their habitat. I once saw a little sparrow fly back over my car and hover, to say 'thank you'! That was so sweet.

One other occasion I felt the urge to walk into my front yard, just in time to see a little white Maltese running up the footpath towards my house. It was obviously lost and in a panic. Fearing that It would venture onto the road and be killed, I went after it, carefully. I did not want to scare it onto that busy road. I finally caught up with it a few doors down where it had entered a neighbour's yard. It came to me then, unafraid. The owner was located.

Then, one day a big dog ran out in front of my car and I hit him a glancing blow. Just enough to stun him. I got him into my car and drove straight to my vet, who kept him for 24 hours to check that he had nothing worse than a few cuts and bruises. Then he came home with me (I only had two cats at that time) and I placed notices and adverts in the paper, looking for his owner.

During those 4 days when he lived with me, we became firm friends. I took him for walks and he was a beautiful natured old dog. At last a lady came to call, and he knew her. His name was Ben and she'd been caring for him while his owners were overseas. He'd dug out under her fence and when I hit him, he'd been on his way to his old home. If I'd not stopped his progress, something worse may have happened and his owner might never had got him back. He had NO road sense at all!

I can still see Ben looking at me through the rear window of the car as he was driven home. He continued to hold my eyes until out of sight. What love!

So, I decided that all these lost and hurt animals were being SENT to me, and I guessed it was my 'Lord of the Animals' who was sending them. I was obviously his/her means of caring for his/her 'children.

Now, to tie it up with what happened the other day.

Always, when I leave in the car, I ask (whoever is in 'high places') to protect me and my dogs, and to protect all others who share the road with me - especially protect their children and animals, and give protection to all creatures in my path and the paths of others that day.

ALWAYS, in the past, encounters with animals has been to help and heal - NEVER to harm, and I had the utmost trust that my pleas for protection would be granted. They always had been, for the last 38 years.

But this time, it was different. Great pain had resulted from the incident, and I feared the little dog had died, so I felt deeply betrayed. After pouring out my pain and horror and asking 'WHY?', I really 'told off' those I'd trusted, and said that I'd never trust them again, because they had allowed, in fact, had put in my path, the VERY thing I'd prayed for protection from. I was spiritually shattered.

Now, as you will have read, I have been shown the whole picture. (Yes! I apologized!) I understand how, and why it happened as it did. The fact that the dog lives, and is doing well, changes the whole picture.

True, I am paying a price for having been the 'instrument' - (even a young, healthy person would) but to save that little dog, it was worth my pain.

As a tribute to those who prayed and sent healing vibes and light and love, (there were over 100) I have made donations to two Rescue Organisations who save dogs and give them new chances to live happy lives. It seems fitting that I should thank the Universe for restoring 'little puppy', by helping other needy dogs to find a loving home. I think 'puppy' would approve of that -
and also, my Lord of the Animals!

With love.

Onealone, healing love still coming your way... I hope you get to feeling better sooner rather than later.

Thanks Deanna, - and bless you!

Onealone......you certainly have been an instrument of healing throughout your life. What a beautiful gift to the lovely creatures God has made.

I was not exposed to a lot of dogs when I was younger but I did save a stray cat when I was a child. I also saved 7 more cats who were strays in my adulthood.

Birds are another story altogether. I've run into hurt birds, dying birds, babies fallen from their nests. I was told by adults to just leave them alone, but I couldn't. I have helped and released some of them, and others unfortunately didn't make it. Depending on the situation, some I laid in a caring spot to spend their last breath and some I brought home and tried to save.

One set of birds really sticks out in my mind and I never forgot about them. Three baby blackbirds called Starlings fell from a nest at my friend's house. She did not want the birds anywhere near the house because the adult birds were becoming a nuisance so I took the babies home with me. I fed them for a few weeks and they thrived, growing in their new feathers and getting bigger. I never thought about how they would eventually learn to forage for food on their own, but I didn't have to worry about that.

They were kept in a large clean aluminum garbage can in the garage filled with hay (my parents would not allow the birds into the house), with a cloth over them at night to keep them warm. One cold night the babies somehow climbed out from under the cloth and they froze. I went to tend to them in the morning to find them all dead. I was so disappointed and sad because I had brought them so far for nothing. I could never understand the meaning of it, because I had been so careful to make sure the babies were deep in the hay and covered so they would not get cold. Why would they climb out of a warm spot, unless maybe they were hungry and looking for food? I was just sick over it.

In thinking back now I realize how much I have been in tune with nature all of my life. So many things I have done and still do, are things that a lot of people if not most would never do.....collecting feathers, stones, seashells, pinecones......little gifts from mother earth. I walk anywhere outside and my eyes land on these little gifts all of the time. And once I have these things I can't seem to part with them.

We live surrounded by natural beauty. I get tears in my eyes all the time over the simplest things when I am interacting with nature. And I know most people just don't see that intense beauty.....they are oblivious to it in their everyday routine. Perhaps we do have a special gift....to see and feel what others do not.

Hello,

OneAlone your kinship and interactions with animals is amazing! They feel the love that you eminate.

Cassie your blackbird story was touching and made me think of the baby robin that fell out of the nest on the porch this past summer. We decided to gently place her back in the nest, but, she must have hurt herself by falling and died the next day. I too could not figure why she would leave the safety of the nest because she was not yet ready to fly. It is heartbreaking but I suppose that it comes down to survival of the fittest to perpetuate the species.

I never imagined that chickens would turn out to be such sensitive creatures. They delight me to no end with their antics and are pets in the true sense of the word. I'm blessed.

And the beauty around us in nature is intense as you stated -- all we need to do is take a moment to stop and take it all in.

The little things in life are the best! I too love to pick up feathers, rocks and shells -- the little gifts.

Peace.

Greetings All,

Your stories with the saving and caring for animals are so wonderfully inspirational. It reminds me of when my son was little and was so fascinated with lizards. In fact, both of us still have that love and fascination for lizards and it seems as though the little creatures know that. They often appear on our doorsteps, or window screens.

I just wrote a poem about the last little lizard I found who was stuck on my patio screen. He was so tiny, about the length of my thumb. I finally got him freed and held him for awhile before letting him go. He had the cutest little face. I called him Jordan, for that is a name that symbolizes freedom. I put him up on the railing in one of my planters where he could bask in the sun or hide under the plants.

I sat and watched the planter as I sipped my morning coffee. His little head would pop up here and there as he explored his home. He finally found a way out then ran back and forth along the railing till he found a way out, but could not get down. I caught him in a jar, brought him inside then out to the mountain near some large rocks that had lots of hiding places under them.
He is so cute.

We once had a cat, Tommy, whom we called 'The Gentleman'. He was so dignified and affectionate. I miss that cat so much. And my little Boomer, so many pets over the years who were so dear to us and who helped my children and I through many years of struggles by giving us unconditional love and devotion.

Animals are such wonderful beings.