In Repose Blog

Farewell Sweet Dante

He was our last little ratty boy. He was over three years old. In human years, that made him about 100. Many rats die of old age at a mere two years. Over the years we have had seven fancy rat pets. Dante was the oldest of them all.

He'd been alone in the grotto since  Cielo  died a few months ago. I took him out most mornings and put him in my lap while I drank coffee and checked email. I would give him a grape or a nut for his own breakfast. He was such a sweet little boy who gave many rat kisses and cuddles.

His health had always been robust until a few days ago. I wrestled a little bit about the option of taking him to the vet, but I didn't in the end. I didn't want his, and our last memory to be of a cold silver table and a needle piercing his heart. He was not in pain, and I actually had some ratty pain meds in my fridge just in case.

I basically held him and stayed with him since last Friday. Lauren took turns too. Each night when I put him in the grotto I truthfully expected to find him still and cold the next morning. Even this morning, I did not find him that way. Somehow he was still moving around,and I amazingly found him standing on his hind legs attempting to climb into his favorite hammock.  I put him on the hammock and went to make coffee. I was surprised he was still alive as he had refused food or water and had been getting so much weaker.

I was going to then get dressed and hold him after other chores when I decided not to wait. I took him to the sink and used warm water to wash his eyes and nose and groom his little head with a soft paper towel. I wrapped him in a fuzzy cloth and carried him with me as even in my nightclothes I gave hay to my horses and fed the dogs and the cats. I just finshed those chores when I sat down to re-wrap the little boy's blanket. He grabbed my finger gently,then groomed his eyes twice. He looked at me and then really stretched his whole body long, and gave a great big yawn.  He looked at me one more time and sighed. I held my hand over him and felt the shimmering of his soul detaching.

He was gone.

Dante managed to do just what his brother Cielo did, which was hang on overnight and wait to be with me during his transition over to the next world.

I had asked the angels for this gift for both of us.

Thank you Archangels Raphael and Azrael.

Angel Question Explained

So a few weeks ago I had a particularly bad pain day. I had to cancel a very important photo shoot, and I spent five full hours flat on my back unable to move or do anything much more than breathe. I decided to try something quite radical. I decided to pray. Really pray. I decided to pray and ask for guidance from whomever might consider to help me. I memorized the Hail Mary and said it probably 200 times. I was relentless in my prayer. I prayed not for a miracle cure, but simply, the knowledge of what I must do next, to move toward real healing. I named every angel, ascended master and saint that I had names for, and asked each one for help.

It was a non-denominational prayer for sure.

I went to bed that night exhausted from the pain, the immobility and the marathon prayer.

Then I woke up in the morning.

I absolutely had my answer. It came in three parts and it was as if the information was downloaded in my brain directly. The first thing I was to do was volunteer for Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep. An organization I was aware of, but had no intention of joining until that morning. The second thing was to make an appointment with my family physician, whom until that morning I had basically dismissed because I had felt dismissed by him. Not in a bad way mind you. I love my doctor. He is very kind. He just never found anything he could fix in me, and I had concluded it was pointless for us both for me to return.

The third thing I was supposed to do was have a past life regression.

Hmmm. Yes, this is why  I am here.

Dolores' class this weekend has about 25 people in it. For three days we all learn how to do hypnosis, the Cannon way. On the third day, Dolores regresses one lucky student.

I had overheard several people make their intention known that they would be quite interested in volunteering to be the demonstration client. I did not offer. I just waited and watched.

On the way to lunch today Dolores pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to be regressed. She said she used to pull names out of a hat, but most of the time she lets her connection to the "Super Conscious" or "Collective Unconscious" guide her to the appropriate subject.

Me.

In just a few hours.

With 24 people watching.

Do You Believe in Angels?

 More than three-fourths of Americans, 78 percent, believe in angels, up from 72 percent in 1994.
~Gallup News Poll, 2004