My prayer and hope is that you are doing as well as possible during these times. Nature is a great healer, and I remember receiving a beautiful message from a rock formation many years back when hiking in Sedona.
I want to share this beautiful story about Papa with you. I wrote it several months ago, and it was accepted to be in a series of books coming out from Sacred Stories Publishing. I would love to hear from you about any profound spiritual experiences you might have had.
My soul mate kitty, named Sunshine, had a long history of dental infections, always followed by an antibiotic injection and later with a dental visit. Yet the last dental visit shook me to the core. The vet showed me Sunshine’s x-rays, and as a former x-ray technician many years back I definitely knew when a bone did not look right.
He explained his suspicion that it was either osteomyelitis or mandibular cancer. Yet I knew that bone was big trouble and I sort of numbed out until we could get back for a follow-up visit and an official diagnosis in two weeks.
That next visit confirmed my biggest fear. Sunshine had mandibular cancer. The devastating news began its initial unfoldment while at the vet. As an animal communicator I would tell Sunshine to let me know when he was ready to go home and see his friend Bo. Sunshine and Bo were great kitty friends until Bo transitioned and crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Sunshine never did say anything, and then one day I awoke with Sunshine laying on his usual spot on the bed. I was guided to kneel at the foot of the bed, look my Sunshine boy in the eyes and connect with him. I told him when he was ready to go home he needed to let me know. I put my right hand palm down in front of him and explained that when it was time he needed to place his paw on my hand. I showed him while I placed my left hand over the right hand. That is something he had never done or seen me do.
In astonishment I watched him do exactly that. My heart sank as I called the vet. The next day was a major holiday and they would not be open. I had heard horrible stories of the mandible splitting in half, and carried this image within me of waking up to Sunshine with blood everywhere. The thought of that excruciating pain was enough for me to make the appointment for the last opening of the day.
That was one of the longest days of my life. Sunshine spent a lot of time on the patio, across from a beautiful tree, full grown and in the corner of the patio. Little did I realize that the tree, who I eventually named Papa, was going to be a teacher and bring me incredible love and comfort. I sat outside with Sunshine, gently petting him and sharing all the love I had for this dear boy who has been with me in many lifetimes.
Finally it was time. I felt so numb as I went through the motions. How could this be happening? My heart felt like it was breaking. After the long ordeal at the vet’s office I brought Sunshine’s body home so I could have a sacred service for him.
The grief and loss motivated me to go out, hug Papa and talk to him. This beautiful tree was like the grandfather I never had. Without a doubt I knew Papa understood everything I said and felt including my tremendous love for Sunshine. As time passed I learned that Papa, my beautiful tree, was dying and needed to be cut down. I explained all this to Papa while tears insisted on running down my face. Papa explained that his consciousness would always be around; that he would never be truly gone. I took some of Papa’s bark and placed it on a beautiful container like we often do with crystals.
There have been a number of times when I sensed Papa’s consciousness. Yet one of the most amazing experiences I had was quite recently. I was sitting on the grass and leaning up against a beautiful tree. That tree was one patio over from where Papa used to be. As I sat there, connecting to the tree and telling the story of Papa, I asked if this tree and Papa had communicated. Suddenly I was bathed in the most profound love that penetrated through my very being. It was such a beautiful gift!
You might wonder whose love that was. The love of the cosmos, Papa, Sunshine, or my new tree friend? In truth it does not matter yet I also believe that we are all connected and we are all one. The love is always there if we allow ourselves to connect to it. What is interesting is that in hindsight I do not recall if I was connecting telepathically or just quietly talking as I would to a friend sitting next to me.
I close with this quote from Rumi. “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Love & Miracles,
& SRT Practitioner