I’ve been aware of the veils thinning for a few days now, leading up to the period from tonight and on through next week when the 6th of May (at 6:20AM AEST) is considered by some to be the “exact” moment of Samhain (see here). I’ve been reminiscing about my dear old doggie — Peter — who died 26 years ago. The desktop photo on my laptop, for the last couple of years, has been a photograph of my dog Shelby. Tonight I decided to add a photo of Peter to it as well. The only suitable photo I had that was already on my computer was a scan from a very old, faded and slightly blurred colour print. I do have other photos of him but I’ll need to search through old albums here and at my parents’ place to find them, then scan the photos. For now though, I’m happy with my newest creation. 😀
I guess I’m focused more on animals who’ve passed rather than people at the moment because I’ve just recently finished reading Secret Animal Business by Billie Dean. It’s got me thinking about the psychic aspect of communication between people and other animals — including those in spirit who have already crossed over. I’ve been making more of an effort lately to really talk to Shelby and explain things to him with the assumption that he’s not “just a dog” and that he does understand a lot more of what I say than I first thought.
It has reminded me of how I used to talk to my old dog Peter when I was a teenager. He really was my best friend during some difficult times in my life and I would talk to him and get the feeling that he really did comprehend everything that I was saying. He seemed to communicate a sense of inner peace and understanding back to me which somehow made me feel better. He was a very wise dog.
Over the years I feel I’ve lost some of the psychic sensitivity I once had. Life has become busier and more hectic as my family has grown and my responsibilities increased and much of my focus switched to more mundane activities. But, in more recent times I’ve been actively trying to become more conscious of subtle little messages and sensations, and have been trying to trust in my intuition a lot more.
It may sound odd, but I distinctly remember experiencing a couple of dog-related psychic episodes a few years back (when life wasn’t quite so busy or stressful) and this is the sort of perception/sensitivity I’d like to regain…
I had gone for a walk around the suburb for exercise and as I walked down the street I saw a dog. I could “feel” this dog’s smile and happiness in the base of my head/back of throat area (!?!??) As he approached me I could feel/hear him saying hello in my mind and I smiled and said hello back to him. I had felt this same thing a couple of years earlier when approaching another happy dog near the local shops. On that first occasion I felt the happiness, wondered what had triggered the odd sensation, then looked up to see the smiling dog trotting towards me. Anyway, back to the second incident — the boy was throwing a ball for this dog and I knew that very soon I was going to throw the ball for the dog also. I walked to the end of the cul-de-sac but decided to turn around and go back rather than venture alone along the bush trail at the end. I went back past the boy, who briefly stopped throwing the ball while I walked past. Near the top of the street the ball came flying past me with the dog following. The dog stopped beside me and looked up at me but didn’t go on to get the ball so I kept going, picked up the ball and threw it back towards the boy, who said thanks, and the dog chased it back to him. Even now as I write this I can remember the feeling in my throat of the smiles and happiness of both dogs.
Like a couple of other Border Collies I know, Shelby hates being groomed and especially loathes having his backside brushed and as a result his very long coat gets extremely matted and messy around his bum. He snaps and gives warning bites (hard enough to hurt but not break my skin and draw blood) to stop any arse grooming sessions from happening. Unfortunately he’d eaten something recently that upset his tummy and gave him diarrhoea — I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination. Suffice to say that the next day when the mess on his thick, matted butt hair and tail was dry and crunchy I had to attempt to groom him. He looked at me suspiciously as I approached with a box brimming with a veritable arsenal (hehe) of dog grooming implements. I called him to me, politely asked him to sit and listen, then proceeded to tell him exactly what I planned to do, step by step. He sat on the back verandah and listened intently, then laid down on his side and actually allowed me to lift his tail and trim away all the dried yuk with the scissors, all the time gently reassuring him that I would not accidentally cut him or hurt him in any way. Perhaps he understood the actual words I spoke, or maybe he psychically sensed the intent behind them, but whatever happened, for the very first time I was able to trim his rear end on my own, without someone else holding him down or distracting him with Schmackos and liver treats! 😀
Anyway, on this Samhain Eve I’ve lit a candle for my dear old dog Peter — maybe I’ll be able to speak with him again — or maybe he’s already speaking to me through Shelby — who knows? 😉