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Stones and Sticks
Stones and Sticks - a Spirit Story
© 2010 Bethanne Elion
excerpt from upcoming book
The co-op is an hour from home up a winding two lane Vermont road. It was not unusual to pass 51' trucks nor was it the first time that one bounced a rock off its roof and smack into my windshield. I felt the glass take a hit but did not see a break trail yet. I knew it was coming and I knew I would be spending an afternoon at Portland Glass having the window changed out. I drove on in silence looking out at the snowscape - hay bails left to rot in the fields, the old barn with the caved in roof and the partially frozen lake. Next to me I felt the spirit of an old friend watching out the window but resting his hand on my shoulder - as if comfort was needed.
"It was just a stone - now if it had been sticks and stones I could see a little comforting would be great. But really - I'm fine." I had a niggling feeling that the stone was not why he was being gentle with me. In my third eye I suddenly felt embraced by Gray Wolf, as if we were standing in a void and he was comforting me.
'Oh great,' I thought. 'He knows something I don't and I'll bet chocolate that I am not going to like what it is.'
After shopping I loaded ten canvas bags of groceries into the Honda Element. In my third ear I heard a blood curdling scream from a dog. It sounded too much like my Labrador, Isabelle. Immediately I calmed myself and projected to my home - walking through room by room to check for danger and to see for myself that Isabelle was safe. India and Isabelle were asleep in the living room, though Isabelle felt my presence, wagged her tail, shifted her position and went back to sleep.
I knew the scream was real. Someone was in trouble. My instinct was to head straight home. Though I had seen it within my third eye that my dogs were okay, I wanted to experience it with my two physical eyes and touch them with my hands and know they were unharmed in any way. But who had barked in such a distressful way as if terribly surprised or hurt?
As I neared the town before mine my headlights caught the eyes on the road. In the opposite lane lay a young yellow dog. Car after car swerved to avoid the body.
"No!" I screamed.
Intuitively I knew not to stop. That stretch of road was dangerous and the dog was quite obviously dead. There was no safe place for me to pull over. I felt a deep, to the core cry welling up inside of me and primal noises sounds collecting in my throat. Tears fell. This was the dog who had cried in such distress. I heard him being hit.
But as I tried to calm down I realized that the spirit of the young dog was bouncing along the roadside. He did not know he was dead. My soul walked towards the puppy beckoning him to bounce along beside me. In front of us was The Light. I could feel the peaceful draw from the other side. I pointed almost as if throwing a stick into it.
"Go on now - time to go home!"
The puppy bounced as if he had springs in his feet. He wasn't about to leave my side. I remembered what I had said to Gray Wolf earlier and looked down to the ground. There, a few feet from me was a stick about twelve inches long and quite straight. I reached for it, looked at the puppy and directed, "Fetch!" I threw the stick into the light. The puppy followed it. "So much easier than humans." I was relieved at how simple it had been to cross the dog over.
I turned my attention to drying my tears and watching the road. The light had calmed me, but the human side of me still felt so sad. Someone's dog had died.
That night the phone reading I did was for a woman whose rescued dog had been hit by a car and died two months after she had taken him in. As we talked I saw her dog with the yellow puppy safe and happy on the other side. The woman felt terrible guilt over her dog's death - though it was not something she had any control over. I told her about the puppy in the road and crossing him over.
"What's done is done." I told her. "Your dog turned your head towards rescuing other dogs which was his job to do. Now you have two. He is content where he is. He guided you just as long as you needed it. You saved him when he needed it. It is all perfect as is."
© 2010 Bethanne Elion
excerpt from upcoming book
The co-op is an hour from home up a winding two lane Vermont road. It was not unusual to pass 51' trucks nor was it the first time that one bounced a rock off its roof and smack into my windshield. I felt the glass take a hit but did not see a break trail yet. I knew it was coming and I knew I would be spending an afternoon at Portland Glass having the window changed out. I drove on in silence looking out at the snowscape - hay bails left to rot in the fields, the old barn with the caved in roof and the partially frozen lake. Next to me I felt the spirit of an old friend watching out the window but resting his hand on my shoulder - as if comfort was needed.
"It was just a stone - now if it had been sticks and stones I could see a little comforting would be great. But really - I'm fine." I had a niggling feeling that the stone was not why he was being gentle with me. In my third eye I suddenly felt embraced by Gray Wolf, as if we were standing in a void and he was comforting me.
'Oh great,' I thought. 'He knows something I don't and I'll bet chocolate that I am not going to like what it is.'
After shopping I loaded ten canvas bags of groceries into the Honda Element. In my third ear I heard a blood curdling scream from a dog. It sounded too much like my Labrador, Isabelle. Immediately I calmed myself and projected to my home - walking through room by room to check for danger and to see for myself that Isabelle was safe. India and Isabelle were asleep in the living room, though Isabelle felt my presence, wagged her tail, shifted her position and went back to sleep.
I knew the scream was real. Someone was in trouble. My instinct was to head straight home. Though I had seen it within my third eye that my dogs were okay, I wanted to experience it with my two physical eyes and touch them with my hands and know they were unharmed in any way. But who had barked in such a distressful way as if terribly surprised or hurt?
As I neared the town before mine my headlights caught the eyes on the road. In the opposite lane lay a young yellow dog. Car after car swerved to avoid the body.
"No!" I screamed.
Intuitively I knew not to stop. That stretch of road was dangerous and the dog was quite obviously dead. There was no safe place for me to pull over. I felt a deep, to the core cry welling up inside of me and primal noises sounds collecting in my throat. Tears fell. This was the dog who had cried in such distress. I heard him being hit.
But as I tried to calm down I realized that the spirit of the young dog was bouncing along the roadside. He did not know he was dead. My soul walked towards the puppy beckoning him to bounce along beside me. In front of us was The Light. I could feel the peaceful draw from the other side. I pointed almost as if throwing a stick into it.
"Go on now - time to go home!"
The puppy bounced as if he had springs in his feet. He wasn't about to leave my side. I remembered what I had said to Gray Wolf earlier and looked down to the ground. There, a few feet from me was a stick about twelve inches long and quite straight. I reached for it, looked at the puppy and directed, "Fetch!" I threw the stick into the light. The puppy followed it. "So much easier than humans." I was relieved at how simple it had been to cross the dog over.
I turned my attention to drying my tears and watching the road. The light had calmed me, but the human side of me still felt so sad. Someone's dog had died.
That night the phone reading I did was for a woman whose rescued dog had been hit by a car and died two months after she had taken him in. As we talked I saw her dog with the yellow puppy safe and happy on the other side. The woman felt terrible guilt over her dog's death - though it was not something she had any control over. I told her about the puppy in the road and crossing him over.
"What's done is done." I told her. "Your dog turned your head towards rescuing other dogs which was his job to do. Now you have two. He is content where he is. He guided you just as long as you needed it. You saved him when he needed it. It is all perfect as is."
