When I channeled last week’s message about having patience with others I had no idea that within days I would be tested to do the same. I stumbled across a petition asking people to shut down a facebook site dedicated the hatred and massacre of wolves. Before signing it, I went to check it out. My stomach turned, my heart sank, and I felt sickened by what I saw. My issue wasn’t with hunting or population control. I have met hunters who are more in tune with the natural universe and more respectful of animals they hunt than those who put meat on our grocery store shelves. My issue was with the blood lust and the blatant displays of hatred, brutality, and love of torture. It was beyond sad. I didn’t hate these people. I wanted to cry for their lost souls.
Without thinking, I shared an ecological opinion on the their page and was promptly told I was a stupid, uneducated, idiot. I realized that nothing would come of such conversations so I just apologized and told the man I’d pray for him. He said he didn’t need prayers and reiterated how stupid I was. “Coincidentally” it was the second anniversary of my wolf dog Bruno’s passing into heaven. Others on the hateful page saw my post about him on facebook and used that as an opportunity to call me stupid, to tell me I didn’t know the difference between a wolf and a dog, and lash out to share their pain with me as well. I knew it wasn’t personal. They didn’t know either one of us. They just needed a target. I backed off entirely and refused to engage.
The angels have taught me that there is never a reason ever to dance with the devil – that force that seeks to create chaos and disruption through the hatefulness of others. In fact the angels woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to erase every mention of them from my page and take my own comments off theirs before their argument with me escalated. There was no need to propagate further pain and anger. I did so, and tried to let it go but the sadness still haunted me.
Funny enough a few weeks ago a dear lady wrote to ask how the angels could speak of seeking happiness when there was such pain in the world. I had responded that I felt it my duty to keep myself in a higher space so I could better serve others in pain. I knew this was a great opportunity to practice what I preach at deeper levels, and so I began to pray fervently for the upliftment of all those mired in such hatred. I prayed so hard in fact, that I broke out in a sweat and for a time being lost track of my body as I felt God’s love like a river flowing through me out to all those I was praying for. The sadness for the humans left me as I felt God’s outpouring of love, but one more image haunted me. I couldn’t shake one particular picture of a tortured wolf. I couldn’t figure out why. I know the other side is beautiful. I know that whatever we endure, we are released from pain the minute we go into the light. But since I couldn’t shake this feeling of sadness, I asked God t o step in and help me get back into the truth of Divine Love.
The tears began to pour from me. I felt myself sobbing, looking for the spirit of this wolf, apologizing for the sub-human hatred and violence of those who had felt it necessary to not only kill but torture him. Suddenly I felt my spirit slipping back out of my body as I sometimes do when channeling, and out of my own mouth I heard howls, yaps, and the tortured cries of a dying wolf. I suddenly found myself in spirit with this being as he died. I was sending him love, assisting him out of the body. I heard his final yaps and gasps escape my own lips and then suddenly, I felt the glory of a soul returning into the light and instantly I felt a blissful peace. Suddenly in the visionary realms of spirit, I saw him reunited with his pack. This time my body was silent. The tears dried. All I heard in spirit now were the howls and yaps of celebration as the pack joined together in the light. As if on cue, Bruno, my “deceased” wolf dog appeared, looking pretty proud of him self. I knew he had orchestrated this. He has always been an amazing shaman spirit.
So when you encounter things in the world that are almost too hard to bear, remember that we can always add love. We can always pray for those who are hurting… and even more needed, we can pray for those who are hurtful. We can pray for the release of spirits that have been brutalized. We can, through our willingness to avoid hating and joining the miserable in their misery, create a vibration that is higher, happier, and more uplifted in this world. We may not ever stop the world’s pain and brutality, but even if we help uplift or release one soul, then, in the words of Emily Dickinson, “We have not lived in vain.”
I will continue to choose to serve the world through my joy and in those moments I fall into the darker spaces, I will share my light until it raises me up once again… and God willing, others with it.