We are not the at the top of the chain when it comes to spiritual intelligence. Animals have a much better grasp on that element and no need to muck the issue with flimsy language and rote concepts. No need to stick a message in cement.
Spirit flows - Animals are in that flow. They can teach any who are willing to forget what they think they know and step into learning.
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Max, Magic and Chloe. My friends.
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- Wendy here - And this is why the story blogged by Tamar Peters resonates so well with me.
My Max arrived after the guides told me the "other" was coming. I had no clue. Other? I certainly wasn't looking for a dog.
He knew the agreement and held to it. Max came to help remind me I needed to recover my own Animal Communication abilities.
Although I didn't know it at the time, he was the assigned teacher and my partner. We were joined for a time (7 years) with a very good animal buddy who often came to visit - a Golden Retriever named Magic.
They were the best of companions. Escapades include two unfortunate encounters with a skunk. Twice for Max. Magic learned his lesson the first time and ran like a lighting bolt back into the house while Max took full stream odor assault and was left to return head down, tail between his legs, to again stake out a claim in the corner of the garage - awaiting his second go round of tomato-de-skunk-soup spa treatment. It doesn't work nearly as good as not getting sprayed in the first place.
The pals (along with my 3 cats) also kept me company while I wrote. The two are pictured here with kitten pal Chloe (who still thinks she is a Dog) tucked beside Magic's feet.
Max gave me lots of stories. He sought out those who were in need of comfort (Adult or Child) without any prompt or knowing on my part. The response usually gave away how much that person needed a lift.
He was a patient teacher and is still with me when I need help or protection. Magic was Gracie's Prince Charming. She melted in his presence. Really. (He was also a good Ghost detector.)
Max and Magic have graduated from this course and gone off to play elsewhere - minus tomato-de-skunk-soup spa days. Gracie sees Max occasionally. We are part of the same heart family - in physical form and non-form. Love doesn't die. In the light, we all live on.
I am still learning.
