The blow few could see with their soul, some can feel – leaves its mark.
In a culture that treats death as a disease, something to fear, evade, we will take a deeper look at trauma left from life changing emotional events (blows that shock the energy system, soul scarring, leaving the physical unchanged), like death and other shocks to the mind (I consider the mind the energy field, not the intellect).
Years ago, I was a speaker at a large dog show. There were many creatures I worked with that day, one in particular, stuck with me.
His guardian told me of an event that left the dear pooch “never the same”. When I inquired with the pet, as one does with silent communication, he gave the definite impression of some force in the atmosphere that threw him to the ground. Then a magnified crash/blast noise followed, a traumatized dog remained years later.
I described what I felt and mimicked the dogs body language to the guardian. She said “a cannon went off at a dog show in England years ago”, the dog remained “shell shocked”.
I describe this event in this manner for several reasons. One, many strange things humans do, animals cannot describe the way we are conditioned too (its does not make sense to the creature). Secondly, most animals, even domesticated ones, have senses far more developed and sensitive than ours. We are quite dead in what our senses pick up, compared to our creature friends. In this case, this dogs felt the atmospheric pressure change (threw him to the ground), before his ears felt “blown out” by the blast – I wish every firework celebrant could hear/feel so acutely, might make for more considerate celebrating around the world for many of earths inhabitants.
There is much more to this story, and there is much to condense here; we will touch on some key points to ponder as it relates to “shocked minds/energy fields”.
This creature was greatly helped with homeopathy and a Bach Flower blend. I incorporate intuitive skills differently than the past, we humans have such pinhole perspectives compared to creatures, I officially stopped the communication part of what I do years ago, for the sake of mental health, I just incorporate this aspect differently.
From this story, we can see variations of “explanations”. An event can have assorted interpretations by different beings. The mark left on the being/energy field will vary by a web of life experience and soul constitution. No being experiences this world the same, common themes may run concurrent, but experience is individual.
Some beings may bear witness to devastation billed as “cure”, such as those force to witness practices deemed healing as electro shock therapy. Such folks can be marred by the silence endured, not self advocating (cancer miasm) as a system of healing they are in training for does the best it can under its current pinhole perspective. Years later, the sullen shock asks for resolution. There are homeopathic remedies that address such layers with grace and efface. I am always in awe of homeopathy’s gift to this planet.
War damage would also play here, no matter the side, war leaves an indelible mark as too many of us know. This will need an in depth look at some point, the same shock and blast the dog above described etches a multitude of souls. A blight, a catch, where many a soul become locked in a tail spin of trauma.
Ancient cultures knew the “detox” warriors endured as wars end, this was as desolate a journey as the war itself. Such “theaters” bring out deep, destructive driving miasmic influence to the surface, as primal, frenzied survival seeks to play out all the exploitation humanity has been yoked with, for generations. Such souls endure quite a ride through hell, as those loved ones that stick with these souls through the detox process know.
Governments often pump their warriors full of drugs in a manic effort to wipe the slate clean. But it doesn’t help, only fuel continued madness, and many die once the war is over, suicide…when will the wanton killing end? Will humanity ever learn to own the spectrum of power well, and not contrive massive killing as “solution”?
Survivors’ guilt (those living through any trauma), a place many want to “help” from. Not the “cleanest” place to offer a leg up from, yet a starting place for many. A certain peace must be made, owning both ends of the spectrum, only then does a human seem more at ease with owning and using soul power well. Otherwise they seem to spew lovely enlightened, feel good quotes, while still exploiting their “loved” ones along. A glossing over with sweet nothings, denying the shadow all such phoniness falls into.
Death, the ultimate challenge to our pre-programmed, false God-like self; a truer God-like self would own their predation with greater peace – as animals and Nature do. Something I have had a bit of experience with. The life lessons that caused me to abandon all human teachings and reach for the solace, congruency and mastery I see the creatures and Nature own this lesson with, and not the lip-service humanity seems to provide.
There is no life without death, no light without darkness, in the middle is balance.
Grief, a most profound shock to the system; years later, one can glean lessons as self grows in mastering self and the refinement of owning power well, a web that spirals deep, holographic connection, through the ages, generations into the future.
There is a place, after much soul transformation, where death of loved ones is no longer a grieved process, but becomes rather, amalgamated soul strength. Nature and homeopathy have help greatly here. I have grieved the loss of my mother, father, a brother, friends, family, and clients, these have paled in comparison to certain animal beings in my life. It does not mean one feels this loss any less, no, in fact perhaps deeper, but a soul strength prevails that allows profound excavation of soul brawn and life experience. This is the best words can convey.
The loss of my mother as a young girl showed me how ill equipped humans handle death, as a pre-programmed race. There is such a shock, such denial, hurry back to work and school and pretend this gaping hole in heart/soul does not exist…bullshit, its there, it is the most unimaginable hurt, you are broken in so many places you know not who you are. I have learned this is not a bad or negative thing, it is life and like a mighty oak you will grow, rooting subterranean in earths’ wisdom, reaching to the heavens like branches in praise, heart and core stout.
That summer, so many years ago, I began working with horses. Long walks on the trails, usually side by side with beloved steeds, this did more for me than most anything I knew to do at the time.
Years later homeopathy cleared blocks/fragments (more miasmic/generational embedded). A great freeing occurred. I found in more ancient/natural ways of healing, a grace and acceptance of this soul challenging life event, than any human explanation could soothe. Soul knowing over came human pre-programming.
A while back, within the span of 4 months, I lost some of my most incredible animal guides, Lena, Yellow Bird and Penny. I was lost without them, as I depended on them so much. When such potent beings depart, one is left to fend for ones self. I found the need to incorporate/amalgamate through osmosis the strengths these beings bring out in me.
Not easy, quite a deep excavation of self, an owning of light of shadow. Something animals are so good at (especially wild ones), this is why they can transition with so much grace compared to humans. I am always in awe of the grace Pachamama and her creatures bestow us. It renews me; it helps extend that no bullshit grace to those that want a feel for this thrown away art of living well, unto the shapeshift of death.
There are a few humans I have met along this way of life, that remember ‘life’ before this incarnation. We recall that original space of full soul/spirit power. Most of us had a hard time making peace with our meat suit. The bodies limits, the deadness of those around us that for what ever reason, cannot remember this space of grace (our time here is temporary). Generally speaking, a pretty dire health crisis brought about resolution. We tend to go about this outside conventional means, as allopathic medicine keeps one in the “not recalling mode”. Its life changing, it opens ones’ eyes to a show humanity puts on, how the masses bite into this bitter apple, and how important it is for most to keep playing what becomes a repulsive game, no matter how grave the consequence.
Many endure the grieving process as blight. It leaves a mark, no doubt, but by the same token, there seems to be a space to grow past what most humans seem fearful of leaving. As somehow getting past the stage of flagellation will diminish their love for the loved ones lost, or somehow they lose some kind of badge of honor in the constant resurrection of the wound left, or some other human default mode of soul sabotage.
There is no set time to grieve, or right or wrong way to do it. It is a very personal and much like war detox, gut wrenching journey to the souls there in. The “stuckness” one sees some souls caught in allows one to “see” the many games humans spin from wounded places. I have not found this among wild beings, or domestic creatures.
If beings allowed the grace of return to soul power (much like creatures do) the shapeshift experience death provides would open the soul to the charity soul power is. All animals know this. Many of us get a “message” up to a year in advance of a loved ones leaving. Spend those days wisely.
There is a space past the victim mode, past the hurt, anger, fear, it surrenders to wisdom greater than our pin-hole human perceptions, it allows, it accepts the spoke in the wheel we are and our part there in. It does not need to know all the answers, they generally take care of themselves, whether we know it, own it or not. That is the benevolence of this planet and universe. It takes care of all life that way, makes sure all have a voice, whether we listen or not.
This is how many creatures endure the horrific conditions we humans term as “love” and still serve us with their body’s and soul, waiting patiently like the Great Mother, Pachaman for her children to wake and live fully as intended, not submitting to the comforts of caged conformity that poisons our children and planet while humanity claims to do good by killing so much life and potential.
This is the bigger picture animals and nature are so good at tapping into…She goes on, She saves us, we don’t save Her, we just need to wake and live wholeheartedly, unfalteringly and without our false fear-based, pin-hole contriving. How many are willing to do that?