The season of the Dead is slowly winding down - thank God. In fact my experience this year was somewhat disappointing in terms of the Ancestors. Ordinarily I get great advice from my beloved Dead. I can always count on my father, for instance. Every year when I settle down, get very quiet and ask from my heart of hearts for some wisdom, I "hear" my father's voice telling me many extraordinary things. But not this year for some reason. His advice was more about his own experience of life than anything that had to do with me. What was that about?
Jake came to me, too, as I sat with candles burning and incense swirling, during my Samhain trance. He told me not to grieve for him because it holds him here. This is not helpful. I'll grieve at my own pace, if you don't mind, Jake! I can't cut it off just because you want me to. He then suggested that I get another dog, in other words he wants me to let him off the hook. Seemed a little bit cold blooded to me.
The best, and the only relevant advice I received on the Day of the Dead was from human beings firmly planted on this side of the veil: friends, family and colleagues, many of whom said the smartest things. Hmmm. Go figure.
Perhaps what I need as I shuffle forwards into old age is to seriously throw in my lot with the living (finally). Maybe I need to exclusively hang out with other beings of flesh and blood, until the day comes when I leave my body. Do you think? What a concept! Wow.
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Advice and epiphanies I got summed up to "you can't undo overnight those things you took years to create/mess up." Heh. Good advice, but a bit of a "duh."
I like the idea of keeping company with the living. And y'know? If Jake is saying "get another dog..." you might seriously consider it.
We had a second dog when B died, and we recently got a new dog as well.
It doesn't help.
While I already love Peanut (our new dog), having her actually makes me miss B MORE. I miss how well I knew her habits and faces. I miss how she interacted with me. I miss how she knew my cues. I miss her crazy ears and her soft face. I love M. I love Peanut. But I miss B... more every day it seems. :'-(
By George, she's got it!
Yes, we love having you here with us! But I love how you bring us information from beyond the veil.
Well, I think your father was helping you more than it seemed. It was his time to talk about and work on his karmic path for a change. And time for you to do the same. His contract with as a parent is over. Time for him to be your friend.
And Jake? Probably seems cold from your perspective but, he is invoking a healing for the both of you. Good boy, dad. Good boy, Jake. Hasn't she turned out wonderfully? Oh yeah!
Maybe Jake just wants to go romping about with his new found puppy friends in dog heaven. I believe in dog heaven. My dad promised there is one when I was 7 & we lost our first dog.
I really don't want another dog right now. I'm not a wreck like I was initially last summer, but I'm still letting go. He's the only dog I've ever had. His death was big - his life was big - and I want to honor that.
Yeah k-brow ... "DUH" is the quality of advice I received from the ancestors this year too!
reya i looked at and loved that street light hanging like a pendulum against a sky of swirling cloud vortices. too good reya!!!! my today take on death is that the body dies and the soul fractalizes as love. elements of it reincarnate in forms that allow for the purification of its love and for the refinement of other fractalized bits it comes in contact with. the alignment of those pieces shows up in synchronicity, timely occurences, connection. there's more but that's all i know today. tomorrow it'll be different. so i don't worry about dead this that or the other thing a whole lot. i miss people and animals that were once here for the way i could make them feel and for the way they made me feel and also for the learning they exchanged with me. some people i miss for their essence selves and the deep alignment i knew with them. have a peaceful evening reya!!! steven
Yeah, Reya, go out there and paint the town. Live fully, live well. Listen to Jake,btw.
I can't grieve according to my dead dog's spirit's needs. For heaven's sake! It has to move as it will. I fully intend to honor him, whether he likes it or not!
Yup, there's a lot to be learned from the living, as well! Carpe diem!
You'll know when you're ready for another dog. Years ago, when the cat I had since I was a freshman in college died (I was in my 30s, so she had been with me a long time), I was devastated. Jane told me that my next cat would find me, and she did. Your next dog will find you when you're ready. And Jake will wait until you're ready. But maybe you had to hear that it was okay with him; he won't feel dishonored.
Reya, live your life as you see fit. Communicating with those here and those beyond the veil will always be part of you. Take your time with each step forward, and you will progress to where it is meant for you to be. You are doing very well.
These posts are important for your visitors as well as a healing process.
Nov 7th will be the 7th anniversary of dear Daisy the Lab's death. Like Jake, she was extra special, and greatly loved. She will always be in my heart.
Now she has a "job" as guardian angel to her namesake, Daisy the puppy mill rescue who now lives with me and is so in need of some love and care. Yes, life goes on, and it's not a betrayal of those who have died. Rather it's the flowering of all they meant to us.
Whoops! Barbara is writing under Daisy's blog in the comment above! :-)
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