I drifted off to sleep on a December Saturday night contemplating the meeting we would have the next day. My beloved male dog, Angel had passed almost a year ago and I missed him terribly, but I had already received validation that he had returned to Earth to someone else, somewhere else. He was not coming back to me this jump (incarnation). My older but very active female dog, Buffy would meet a potential adoptive companion the next morning. She’s fussy and had turned down potential suitors before. So chances with her were 50-50 at best. This 5 year old fellow, though seemed happy go lucky and adaptive, so crossing my fingers, I had agreed to a play date.
White noise always plays while I sleep and my guides use it to communicate with me in those half awake, half asleep periods during the night or upon waking. On this particular night, I was awakened by what seemed like someone tromping around my bedroom and house. I could feel the presence of someone in my bedroom, but I could not see them. Then I heard an older woman’s voice say, “Who’s General?” Oh crap, not only is some entity tromping around my house they are in my head. General was a dog I knew for many years at work and brought home for the final months of his life. I have his collar hanging in my room, but nowhere in my house is his name posted. What is going on here?
Times like these, you mentally think back to when you last saged your house, put up protection, etc. and vow to do it again tomorrow. Of course, I asked my guides to step in and cover my butt for now. I thought about my roommate in the next room, who had come home from work in pain and taken a lot of medication. Maybe she was out of her body and wandering around, but the voice I heard was not hers. A little later, I did hear her voice, so maybe it was her. Or maybe this was some new guide learning how to communicate. Hmm, I thought, we will have something interesting to talk about tomorrow while the sage is burning.
The next day, Buffy and I went to meet “Cloud”, who has since been renamed Spirit. He was clearly a family dog that missed being around people. He is very happy to be in a real home instead of the shelter. And yes the house was well cleansed the next day.
A few weeks later, I got back to transcribing messages from the Shamans. For those who have not read my other website posts, I record EVP messages from a group consciousness of Shamans from the other side of the veil on my lap top. I read the last recording I had transcribed back in October. They had predicted I would adopt or at least consider adopting Spirit, since I missed Angel so much with the following quote.
“You’re almost there. Hold it up in front of her and you find it. And you’ve got your boy instead of him. You’re all in one. It’s a choice. Some are really hard. Not harmful if you can embrace him. Get over broken heart. It’s aching. Get over petting him. You will find it all never with them but within you. He’s coming and you’ve got her with you. Now it’s you. You want one? “
I spent the next 3 hours transcribing a two minute recording in which I had asked the Shamans what form our bodies take in the afterlife. Yes, it takes that long to transcribe two minutes. Of course, they answer my questions in their own way and much more.
“Someday, Cloud, you will miss him. It’s eternal. He will come back when it’s time. Rejoice in them. Letting them go for all time. Help them. It’s burdening you, but gives them hope. With pardons, your heart beat with them. You come. It would hurt them, if you dispose of them. They injured, but you go with them. All dogs accept that. General dog, same with him. Rest on the arm would. And General always was honest. Your mission in life is cares. Have hope for them. Offer them help without renewed asking, you’ll do it.
It’s all imprints of us. Affects our soul. Soul of you too. Part of our plan for you in hopes heading over it. He come to you from shelter. His spirit will come, if you’re observant, please him. It is hard to describe will evolve in time and with your love. And real with your love. He’s worth the hug. And you can train. He’s scared you won’t help him. He dread. Give him hope. Support him with your whole heart. Arise a bond wholehearted that no one tears up or insult. It will come when he gets old and then you will have become close.
Spiritual howl this puppy. When he holds you, he is home. In time he’s coming to release resistance. He’s the right sphere. Help him through. The secret is hold wisdom in him.”
Even though I made this recording back in October, they already knew I would adopt Cloud and they were responsible for the communicator that said, “Who’s General?”, because they wanted me to understand Cloud had a lot in common with General and I should be patient with his anxiety and insecurity. They also acknowledge how hard it is to let the pets go when it is time for them to cross into the spirit world.
To answer the question I always get about the form we take in the afterlife, they said the following:
“We live in point form on the individual... These are some of our favorite balls of light. You get the picture. Tell them we know how to forget that which the spirit brings see but you don’t. It helps one to see it in light. It holds for this. That’s how mountains move. That’s how we are facing a jump (incarnation). That’s how all of us are around you now. On the night that you mistook. You never saw color. It’s hard to describe Spiritism. Their spirit is one with them”
That is a cryptic answer, I know. My translation is that although we all came from the afterlife, we have forgotten it. Our own spirit is within us and also exists on the other side. On this side we can sense and see up to a point, but because colors on the other side and spirits like my nocturnal visitor are vibrating at such a high frequency, they are hard to see with the human eye. Energy moves everything, even mountains. As a spirit, you can take any form that suits your purpose and be in more than one place at a time. You can be an orb of light with your earthly physical form imprinted on it for all here to see. You can be an energy body with arms and legs. And apparently, you can also become sufficiently solid to make the sounds of tromping around my house without being seen.
Audio Clips from the recordings are below.