Tuesday, June 1, 2010

(Not so) Parting words


Raeger Mona Lisa (Hattie)
11 Oct 2004 - 18 May 2010

"The word Animal comes from the Latin, anima, which means life principle,
breath, air, soul, living being."

~Penelope Smith, 'Animal Talk (Interspecies Telepathic Communication)'

I still can't quite believe it, but it's been two weeks tonight since our beloved little Hattie left us, suddenly and unexpectedly. And while my beautiful little Mack and I have been lost in our grief over the parting of our little soul companion, at the same time, my own spiritual journey has been taking me to places I hadn't expected it to. As is always the case, there is a deeper reason for the things that unfold, and Hattie's unexpected passing was certainly no exception. Seemingly an unfortunate 'accident', I'm painfully aware of why it really happened. And as a consequence, I've had some very hard spiritual lessons to learn in these past weeks. It was the boot up the arse from the universe I never should have needed. Yet clearly did.

I haven't been able to ignore all of the strange and distinct parallels between Hattie's passing and that of our beloved little Mitzy, exactly six years before. So many signs and synchronicities. It's been impossible not to be aware.

We miss our little sidekick terribly. The departure of that naughty, cheeky little ratbag has left a huge hole in our hearts and lives. But of course, there are those who would wonder at such a fuss over a mere dog. If I were to live such a half-life, in such a state of disconnect - from animals, from nature, from spirit, from life itself - I suppose, I would probably wonder to. I am so very, very grateful for the animal companions that have come into my life over the years. None have taught me more than my beloved little doodle bugs. Ours has definitely been a shared spiritual journey.

When Hattie left us, I promised her I would finally sit and listen to the 'Interspecies Telepathic Connection Series' that I actually bought not long after Mitzy left us, six years ago. The box has been sitting in my bookshelf, unheard, ever since. Now, after having listened intently to all seven hours worth of tapes, I can't for the life of me understand why it has taken this long for me to do it.

Penelope Smith is someone I have incredible respect for. Her work over many years as an Animal Communications Specialist is admirable, to say the least. I couldn't even begin to imagine how many people and animals she has helped during that time. Her world is a fascinating one. Her tapes cover everything from telepathic communications, through animal intelligence and awareness, to healing and counseling with animals. For me, the most fascinating discussion on the tapes is in regards to reincarnation and spirit transfers. Not for the closed-minded, to be certain.

I can understand why people would scoff at such notions. Or run a mile at the very mention of such things. It can be very confronting. Challenging to long-held belief systems. And I get that. But just because someone may not happen to believe in a particular something, doesn't necessarily make it any less real or true. I certainly can't deny my own very personal experiences and all the wonderful encounters I have had with the spirit realms over the years. It has been a beautiful and constant source of support and guidance (even when I've foolishly chosen not to listen).

In the early hours of the second morning after Hattie's passing, I received two very clear and distinct messages - the first was a reminder that the tiny little carved wooden box about to sit on my dresser is not Hattie - but merely that physical aspect of her life with us - the soul lives on. And secondly, that one of our little angels would be returning to us - and that it would happen very soon. I remember still, how heartbroken we both were when Mitzy left us. Those little guys are seldom not by my side. It was devastating. And it was many months after that before Hattie came into our lives. But I've been aware this time, that something is distinctly different. I love Hat no less, but I have had this undeniable sense these past couple of weeks that she would indeed be back with us soon. And as crazy as this is going to sound to most people (and I don't much care if it does), I'm pretty sure I know where she is right now (and I'm also pretty sure she bought someone else back with her too). The signs have been overwhelming these past few days. I keep asking myself if I'm just imagining things, but I know I'm not. As the brilliant Eckhart Tolle says - when what you think about something conflicts with what you feel about it, trust the feeling. The thought will be the lie. All too often we flippantly dismiss what we feel in favour of what we think - or worse still - what others think, or expect of us. Big mistake. But one most of us make.

I've had some tough lessons to learn these past weeks and months. First with Mark's passing, and now with Hattie's. It's been incredibly difficult, yet at the same time an amazing spiritual journey into learning and understanding.

For everything, a reason.

We love you with all our hearts, doodle bug. And we eagerly await your return.

Tracy & Mack xx

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