Dear God/ess, The other day, I walked Ulysses to a popular downtown spot where there is always a water dish for the dogs who pass by. A woman was there, obviously a Lover Of Dogs. I told the Story Of Ulysses, as I do often, because I am gratified that he chose to spend a few more seasons in my adoring company. Our friend Jo-an recently passed due to a ravaging cancer, and for some reason, Ulysses did not die from his own ravaging cancer this past winter. So I tell Ulysses’ story, in order to give hope to people who love their animals.
This woman told me a story about her own dog who passed after 8 short years. She could not figure out why because she fed him only organic foods which she cooked herself every day.
The she realized the sad fact: She “treated” her lawn with chemicals to kill all the weeds, mainly the Beautiful Dandelion.
These chemicals could be killing her, as well. And her grandchildren.
This is not the first time I thought about this problem of chemical lawn treatment. It feels idiotic to me to decry the dangers in our environment when if every single person stopped treating their lawn, we would be much further along in saving Mother Earth than we currently are.
When we bought our beautiful farm 21 years ago, we were told that absolutely no chemicals had been used on the land for at least 10 years. So for at least 30 years, our land is rich in its own natural life force, undeterred by the stranglehold of “better living through chemicals.”
I would love to start a movement to stop the abusive practice of so-called Lawn Care. Dandelions are a powerful spring tonic and the flowers are rich in natural anti-oxidants. Even though I don’t drink alcohol, Dandelion wine is really an all around natural cure for whatever ails you, except, of course, for alcoholism.
Lawn care, after all, is an all out war waged against the beautiful Dandelion.
How crazy is that?
Let us pray for some Common Sense to the way we care for the animals, our children and ourselves as we live out the rest of our lives here on the Mother we call Earth.
Dear God/ess, Old Baxter, friend of Mukunda, who just turned 13 last week, slipped his tether up on the hill and ran for freedom to the river.
Tom woke me up to tell me to bring a lead for Ulysses, who was the one who found Baxter stuck in the mud in the cold water. Then Ulysses picked a fight with him. From Hero to Buffoon in the space of five minute’s time.
I took muddy Uly into the house, prepared some Miracle Drops for Baxter, and went to help Tom hoist the dog up the river embankment to safety.
To the God/ess of Ulysses and Baxter and all the dogs of this world, hear this: we humans are willing to crawl around in the mud to save your lives. And even though Ulysses wanted to pick a fight with you, dear Baxter, in reality he’s the one who saved your life.
Earlier, Tom and G were going to go swimming at the Y, but G called at the last minute and canceled. Did G save your life, dear Baxter?
In reality, a whole orchestration of helpers synchronized to save your precious life.
When Mukunda was in his prime, he’d go visit Baxter on the hill sometimes three times a day. Once in a while, Muki ate Baxter’s food, but mostly he went for the comradery. Then when Ulysses joined our family, Muki and Uly went up to visit Baxter together.
One Easter, Ulysses stole an Easter Bunny toy from Baxter. Six weeks later, Baxter broke his tether and came down to our house looking for his toy. When I saw him running up the lane with bunny in mouth, looking over his shoulder to see if Ulysses was following, I immediately called his mistress.
I said, “Your dog is brilliant! He remembered where his toy bunny was for weeks and when he got away, came down to our house looking for it.
“Never underestimate the memory of a dog for his toy.”
Dear God/ess, I will have to ask all of you to continue your prayers for Ulysses.
While doing our Customer Service performance yesterday, Tom took Ulysses to the Vet for a followup appointment. Another biopsy taken from the swelling surrounding the area around the penis revealed cancer cells.
Now that the Customer Service gig is over, I have a few days to commune with Ulysses. When I think about a scientific diagnosis of cancer and the weight of these words, I feel a need to defy the heaviness of the scientific and rational mind that comes up with such a diagnosis to begin with.
Perhaps a blending of an intellectual and creative mind with that of the ability to perceive the Universe through the Eye of the Soul is a way to begin the healing process.
Therefore, the healing of Cancer, or any other life threatening disease, which is impossible in the physical world of reason and logic, becomes completely possible in the world of prayer and Mystical Grace.
In the process of healing self, Ulysses or anyone else, we must transcend the limitations of reason alone and connect with the inner realms of mystical perception and reality.
What a beautiful opportunity to begin again!
I remember the story of Dr. Ella Kilgus, creator of the Mechano, and her retreat on the Atlantic Coast at the turn of the 20th century. She did Mechano Neural Treatments, renamed Mechano Magic by the nurse healers who receive it, fed good food to her patients, who then relaxed on long spreading porches overlooking Old Oak and the sound of the breaking, healing ocean waves.
I think of Dr. Ella as I go about communing with Ulysses and giving Mechano along with prayerful breath in the days and weeks ahead.
I believe it is possible to defy a diagnosis and embrace the possibility of mystical communion with Light and Love.
Dear God/ess, Please pray for Ulysses. This evening (last evening by the time you read this), I took him to my favorite Vet of all time, Frank Abel, who found a tumor near his Penis that Frank had never seen before in all his years of practicing as a Veterinarian.
I want you all to send healing prayers to Ulysses, as we do our own praying, healing and meditation for him, and also for ourselves.
There is something reassuring to me that Frank Abel never saw a tumor like this before. Perhaps it’s a blood collection that gathered after Ulysses’ strenuous dog fight the other day 11/11/10, or the mile long swim he insisted on taking that very day in cold Conestoga River water.
Ulysses is back to eating and drinking water again. He also is urinating. I am not convinced he is ready to go, although if he is, I will let him go. These animals have a life of their own. Yes, Ulysses is a Zen Master, and yes, he loves us dearly.
But get him near a body of water or another dog and pure instinct takes over.
The Mechano-Magic is working to help bring peace to Ulysses tonight. The prayerful touch up and down his spine seems to be exactly what he wants and needs. The pure and simple act of doing the Mechano-Magic has released the feeling I had earlier after initially hearing the news and feeling Frank Abel’s concern over Uly’s state of health.
The Mechano-Magic healed my mother of Lymphoma many years ago. If this is Lymphoma, I will draw the energy of my mother to Ulysses and ask for her help and her healing.
I spent the last several hours with Ulysses, and just returned from a romp in the park. I asked him to be “good” around the dogs we were without a doubt going to encounter.
He gave me a side long look which told me to shove it.
Ulysses does not like other dogs, except for a select few small dogs. And Mukunda. He adored Mukunda and still does.
Ulysses has a quiet, constant awareness about him. He is awake and tuned in. He is honest about who he is.
If he chooses not to like other dogs, he has a reason. Before I’d say he was just stubborn. But he has a natural wisdom which I trust and surrender to.
We may never understand how Divine Intelligence works, yet when we come to realize that nothing else can be trusted, we find real freedom and peace of mind.
The most effective way to “Be” there for anyone, whether it be friend, foe, husband, wife, life partner, or patient is to empty your life of drama, crazy making, TV soap operas or the soap operas that people want to involve you in.
We can involve ourselves in compassionate acts without creating any more unnecessary drama, in fact rising above the dramas that swirl around the situations you are beaming love into.
These two interviews on our blog talk radio show, MoonMooYou: The Collective Wisdom, I am especially happy with because we came out of our comfort zone to do them. I knew Joan4 may not necessarily agree with the assumptions put forth by Mr. Douglass, and I had to read the book, “JFK And The Unspeakable” and act somewhat intelligent about it. I had to have the facts as outlined in the book–at the top of my brain.
And the Assassination of JFK is a topic over which I could lose all of my hard earned years of spiritual serenity in a single second. The JFK Assassination followed by all the others, is not a happy topic for the members of my generation.
The good news is that I can now think about the assassination without getting upset.
The Second interview was done 8/3/2010.
The first interview was done 7/6/2010, and I will have to create another post for you to in-joy this!
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