When I first sat down with Mocca and reached out to her, she went on the defense, swiping and scratching at me. It was out of fear and someone unknown in her space. She wasn't sure who I was and was in protective mode. She is deaf and has had a tough, unkind past (before her current home), and that might explain why she would react this way. I calmly explained that her [human] mom wanted to talk to her about some things and see how she is doing and thought someone who knows animal communication can help. She said in wonderment, "You can hear me?" "Yes!" I replied. "We can talk using telepathy. I know it's something you already know how to use, but I'm fairly new at it." Mocca just stared out me, kind of like she couldn't believe it. "Well, what are we going to talk about?" she finally said. I answered, "Anything you want." "Do you like chicken?" she asked. "Mom gives me that to eat." "I don't eat meat or fish," I told her. She again stared at me incredulously, like: who is this alien being? I explained, "I don't eat it because I don't want to harm other living things. But I know your body needs to eat those things." "And I like them," she said sweetly. "Are you able to eat okay?" I wondered. I was told she has no teeth. "Yes." I saw the subject of her teeth cross her mind, but she shook it off and pushed it out. I don't think she wants to talk about it. I was going to ask about the deep purring she sometimes makes after eating, but also felt that was off-limits. But I did feel that eating reminds her of whatever happened and brings up deep resentments and anguish. Though, I don't think she is in physical pain anymore because of it. Healing, Hearts, and Heaven"Mocca, there is a healing bowl on the practice site and it's always filled with healing energy. You can go whenever you want to get what you need to feel better," I explained.
She ponders this. "Do you want to see what it feels like?" She's hesitant. So I send a little her way. She braces herself, begins to resist, then begins to cry when it washes over her, embraces her. I send her lots of love and tell her she can just let go of all the pain and trauma. In this moment, she wants to let go of it all. It feels so good to float in the healing energy that she just wants to keep going up to the heavens. "Mocca, is that what you would want?" "I want to stay here in this spot. It feels good." This still wasn't a definitive answer. She loved feeling good and didn't want that feeling to end. But she wasn't really saying she wanted to leave this world. I try to ask about the situation her person is currently in, that she needs to move and can't take an animal, but I just can't in this moment. Something is stopping me. I feel strongly that Mocca feels her person is her world and she doesn't want to leave her. In this current state of mind, she'd rather go to heaven than be without her. Her person is the light in her life. Her connection to goodness and love. I suddenly get the feeling she sees better out of one eye than the other. Every time I think about bringing up the subject of her person leaving, there is panic and fright. So I asked, "Mocca, have you done everything you came here to do in this life?" "Yes," she replied. "Helping [my person] is the last thing I needed to do." "What are you helping her with?" "Stretching her heart. It's really big now," she answered. But it hurts her sometimes, I was thinking. So Mocca said, "That's what comes with a big heart and being vulnerable. Opening up is a double-edged sword. You can't have one part without the other. The love and the potential for pain. But in the end, it's all love. Even letting go." "Are you ready to let go?" I asked. "Only when she is. We give each other strength. Strength to do the things we need to do." "Do you have any messages for her?" I wondered. "I love you SO, SO much. Your soul is kind to the deepest levels. I can never thank you enough. When we are both in spirit again, we will talk on a more even level, without pain and only in joy and happiness. And of course, I will always be with you, no matter what happens in this life or others." She sends so much love. I didn't want to rush the conversation, but had to get going. "Okay, thank you for talking to me today, Mocca. Anytime you need to talk, just let me know. And remember the healing bowl," I reminded. She goes back to being quieter, more observational, but very sweet. I feel the appreciation.
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