The Holographic Wolf

The great expanse of time. The ultimate mystery. I have read that quantum physicists like to compare the theory of time to swirls of creamer in your coffee. It is folding in on itself, an uroboros chasing its tail, the beginning meeting the end and the middle a big bowl of jelly.

That is something hard to wrap your mind around but I do understand the idea of time being nonlinear, I just didn’t experience it like creamer in a coffee cup when I saw the man on the other side of the red plane which I wrote about yesterday. The red plane, like a great pane of red-tinted glass, which I saw dividing the Earth seemingly in half, I interpreted as a representation of time.

That early man and I were in the same space, the same spot on Earth but we were not in the same time. Yet we stood there together. The red ‘filter’, like a filter on a camera lens was the key, it was a window through time and it was suspiciously like a hologram as well. At the time, I hadn’t yet read Michael Talbot’s The Holographic Universe but later I would and then I realized the significance of the similarity of my experience to a living hologram.

Later I would study such things in great depth, holograms, quantum physics, remote viewing, and while doing so, I read about a remote viewing exercise called “open search inward” and I had a spontaneous experience of this almost immediately. The result was the direct experience of some of my past lives. Now I had gone through past life regressions before and one in particular was simply astonishing but these were different. This wasn’t just one past life, this was five or six of the very first ones! And in each one, I was an animal. I’ll save the first ones for another post but the last one that I saw is the pertinent one here.

You guessed it. I was a wolf. And I was looking at another wolf from my pack and he was looking back at me. Around his neck was a metal collar and a broken chain link hanging down. The accompanying information of the lifetime was also immediate, this wolf had escaped captivity and he was the leader of the pack and had returned to his pack. And I knew, looking in his eyes, that the soul which occupied his wolf body was the same soul which now occupied my collie, Wolfgang’s body.

There is a thing called ‘soul recognition’ which is the very basis of sentience. If you cannot see the soul which animates all life, then your soul is still stirring in the dark depths. This soul I saw in this wolf was one I had been traveling with for a while. After experiencing this spontaneous open search inward, I was very excited to have seen some of the animals I had been. Of course who wouldn’t be! But I was even more excited to see at last, that my old friend Wolfgang had been a friend to me for such a very long time. I ran outside to see him and he lay out there in the summer sun, relaxing, now an old man for a dog, thirteen years old but still just as magnificent as ever. He looked over at me and I ran up to him, calling to him under my breath, “Wolfie! Wolfie I know! That was you! I know!”

He diverted his eyes from me for just a moment and then looked back into mine. “Finally,” his eyes conveyed a patient expression. Then our eyes locked and laser beams of wordless, timeless thought passed between us. He had been that unchained wolf, and he had been that stone age man. He was not only my ancestor, my dog, my protector, and faithful companion through the eons, he was me. Our souls sprang together from the same source and were inextricably interwoven for eternity. United as companions on a soul survival journey, he had shown me the raw power and grace that I would need to successful find my way in a brutal Universe. And now his job was done. He could pass on now and attend to other tasks. But he would be back later just in case I should ever need him and of course, on the next go around, he would be there as well as he always had been for thousands of years. Now that is my definition of a best friend.

Namaste Wolfgang.

Wolves on The Red Road or A Highway Through Time

Yesterday I said I would talk about a mystical experience I had with my dogs, Wolfgang and Foxfire, many years ago.

Wolfgang, at the time, was a 95lb. mahogany, dark sable collie who had been, for the most part, feral when we adopted him. He had come to us through collie rescue and to there from a local shelter where he'd ended up because, as his original owner told us, 'he kept running away, breaking into neighbor's houses and ransacking their kitchens.' He was a hard headed dog, but never vicious, who had his own ideas about everything.

We adopted him to be a companion to the beautiful Foxfire, our blue merle collie girl. And so my husband, Wolfgang, Foxfire and I were all walking one day at the archery range where we often took them. It was a hot summer day and I had been enjoying watching Wolfgang run like lightning across the fields, his body in top form, his athleticism and sheer, rippling red fur and muscles bristling in the dragging air created by his bolting body. Low to the ground he ran, like a cheetah; front legs stretched nearly horizontally in front of him and hind legs stretched nearly horizontally underneath him, then switching, in the rhythmic, poetic motion of a wolf at top speed.

Foxfire enjoyed it too and barked at him, not bothering to try and keep up. He was doing it, after all, to impress all of us, including her, though there was no need to win the silver girl's heart, for she loved everyone and this new red dog in her life was another blessing she accepted with her usual grace.

SCARLET HAZE
As my eyes gazed upon this scene of that bygone summer day, I squinted just a bit in the bright sunlight and admired the deep mahogany color of my gorgeous collie dog friend. As I squinted in the sunlight, and Wolf tore across the hillside above the cornfield, I blinked for a nanosecond. When I opened my eyes from this blink it seemed as if there had appeared, about thirty feet in front of me, a transparent red vertical plane stretching all the way up into the sky and all the way west and east of me. It was as if a great piece of red glass had appeared and divided the entire Earth in half. On one side of this red 'filter' were myself, my husband and my dogs. On the other side, looking out over undeveloped countryside as far as the eye could see, stood a man wearing animal skin over his hips and loins, with medium-length, unruly hair, and carrying something I could not identify in one of his hands. For the briefest blink of a moment we stood and observed each other. He saw me and I saw him.

The man's eyes then were diverted back to what he had been looking at and admiring, my dogs, specifically Wolfgang. We both were united across the eons by our mutual appreciation of this stupendous dog.

And the moment was over, I blinked again and he was gone.

THE VORTEX OF TIME'S ILLUSION
For many years I wondered what it had meant. I did know that the eyes I was looking into for that brief moment were not of my time, that I was looking into the distant past, the very distant past. I also had seen an intelligence in those eyes that was the same caliber as my own, there was no cro magnon brain operating those orbs of perception, this ancient man was of the same breadth of mind and sweep of intellect as I felt I could claim to possess. And his eyes were kind, they were the eyes of a dog lover, which are usually kind. He was admiring my dogs and perhaps, perchance he was even considering the benefits one might enjoy from possibly domesticating this wolf-like animal (who also happened to be named Wolf).

At some point between that day and this day, I did deduce that this experience had been partially the result of a spontaneous moment of psychometry. Around the same time that this encounter with the man on the other side of the red plane had happened, I had acquired my from my grandfather, a couple of ancient arrowheads, one Yuma point and another even older 'point,' as arrowheads are called. And probably the man who forged one of them was who I encountered that day. Perhaps. But now, with all of the things I have learned from my animal friends since then, and all the new evidence science has uncovered about the distant past since then and also the wonders of quantum physics, I also know now that those eyes were the eyes of one of my ancestors.

I haven't put all the pieces of the puzzle together yet, that is the fun of living, the endless puzzle. It isn't solved by dying either, I have learned, so don't be disappointed to find that leaving your body isn't an instant key to all knowledge. But this man on the other side of the red plane was my relative and I was his progeny and our dog, yes, OUR dog, had been a faithful traveling partner to both of us in our respective times.

I would have another experience with Wolfgang only a year or so before he passed on in which it was revealed to me, by him, that we were both once wolves together. And that perhaps someone had tried to domesticate dogs in a forceful way without success. Their failure at doing this would stay with Wolfgang through many, many incarnations. But I will talk about that tomorrow.

More on Wolves Who Speak Chinese

So yesterday I told you about Mac, who spoke Chinese and English as a pup and Nicki, my childhood poodle, who spoke Chinese, and Rocky, my current GSD who speaks only English as far as I know.

In addition to these Chinese connections, I have had a number of clients' dogs talk about China to me as well, telepathically, that is. When I talk to clients' animals, it is very different than what I was talking about in yesterday's post. This is done telepathically, often over great distances. I work from photographs and the it's the eyes in the photo that make the connection. The eyes are the window to the soul and immediately when a client emails me their animal's photo and I look at the eyes, the connection is there.

WORTH A THOUSAND WOOFS
Many animal communicators do not require a photo and it is not really necessary at all to establish a connection. Just talking with the client is a connection often sufficient for expanding that connection to their pet. But I prefer to work from photos because I am a bit lazy and because I am inundated with messages from animals all day long as it is and need to have a 'key' to identify exactly what is coming from where. Not many animal communicators deal with as many animals in a single day as I do and so this just helps me out.

When clients fill our the form with questions they would like to ask their animals, one of the most common question is 'have we been together before?' meaning in another life. This question is always tricky because often the client may not be ready for the response! Why might that be? And sometimes, the animal will volunteer this information without the client having asked for it.

One particular client comes to mind. A sweet lady whose golden retriever needed to exit this plane of existence at the end of a long, happy life. The question was when. Another common question is always, 'is there anything the pet wants to tell me?' Well in this case, what the golden retriever wanted to say was what he showed me, himself as a Chinese rice farmer thousands of years ago happily talking with another rice farmer (the client). After a number of dogs had showed me themselves as having been Chinese dogs or people, I started wondering what is all this about dogs and China. And then I saw that show I mentioned yesterday called The History of Dogs which explained how dogs first evolved from wolves in China.

SOUL LINKING THROUGH VARIOUS FORMS
So that explained all the dogs telling me they were from China. But how long ago was this? And if they were rice farmers back then (when?), why were they dogs now? Some of them said they were travelling in soul groups and that our human ancestors will sometimes purposely reincarnate as a pet of their progeny to help guide and protect them. These souls groups, or families, really, seem to be held together by the fact that we are our ancestors and in some cases, we are the shattered glass shards of our ancestors. That is to say, as the Tibetan Buddhists believe, one soul can split into three upon reincarnation, those three parts being body, speech and mind. So if you start with a distant ancestor who splits into three and then later on down the road, one of those three splits into three, etc., you end up with a soul group.

And sometimes the soul groups can only stay together in roundabout kind of ways. Short-lived encounters like having a beloved pet that only is with us for 10 or so years is still an effective way to keep a soul group together and our dog friends often have herding instincts that make them want to do this.

MY DOG, MYSELF
So some of our dogs could be our great grandfathers and mothers. And cats too. And some of our cats our are previous dogs. For instance, the little Chinese-speaking brown poodle I spoke of yesterday, Nicki, is now my orange tabby cat, Rusty. But I will talk about my experience with learning this another time. For today, I am just focusing on dogs who we have been with before, in previous lives when they were people and we were people and previous lives when they were dogs and so were we.

And tomorrow I will talk about my great red dog, Wolfgang, and the lives we shared before and the original soul ancestor we shared whom we both encountered together during a daylight, mystical moment that bridged tens of thousands of years. What a day that was! One I shall never forget and a pair of eyes whose soul staring back at me was the original source of my own.