I read recently that writing a novel is like driving in the dark with your headlights on dim. That is how I'm being guided by the animals from one point to the next. Until I was perfectly ready to proceed in that fashion, to be guided rather than take the lead and go galloping off into the wild wonder, I was not receiving signals. In other words, I was unprepared to learn. Now, I am ready to discover my path and where it will lead.
Another part of my puzzle recently came from my friend, Clare. Clare is my guru. She very gently suggests to me how to prepare for this journey. I've been getting signals, 'coincidences', all my life, but never knew fully what they meant. The repo man in the movie explained it best when he asked his friend, 'have you ever been driving along and thought of plate of shrimp, then see a billboard with a plate of shrimp?' That's a pretty trailer park explanation, but it gets the point across.
Even though I don't eat shrimp, I get the analogy. When I'm walking or working, doing what I'm supposed to do, a tiny thing might happen. I'll look at one of the animals here and perhaps think of a song that reminds me of them. Persia likes Waylon Jennings...not! Maybe I'll look at Persia and think how wonderful he is, healthy and inquisitive. Then that song or another quirky Persia song will come on the radio.
My best moments happen with songs and that's why Pit Bull Nation is full of song references. Albert Schweitzer wisely said, 'man can cure all ills with music and cats.' So true. When I'm soothed with music and song, I'm able to receive the messages I need to receive.
I see a million sad faces across my computer screen each day. We are living in a bloodbath as Kathleen H. says. I will see that one I think I might be able to reach out to. Two weeks ago it was Benny. I got something so strong from Benny.
In truth, Benny was literally at death's door. He had given up on life. He had no hope. I asked Clare to help. I asked if Benny could be sent a message to hang on one more day. I was asking a dog who had never known hope to try and believe. This dog had never known one day of kindness in his life. He was beaten and burned with cigarettes. He was living by eating what garbage he could find.
Two weeks later, Benny is something of a messiah. He has a blog and is living in a wonderful foster home with Patti and Raven. He is being treated homeopathically and with good healthy raw diet. Benny is a seer. He gets letters from all over the world. People walk down the road where Patti lives and call out to Benny. Imagine a being like Benny in the horror where he was? Imagine the types of individuals who are incapable of understanding an incredible creature like Benny.
Benny came into my life at a time when I was able to understand. Benny has given me the connection from rescuing animals to a greater, more universal phenomenon. To prepare, I've been advised to give up all hate, all anger. I couldn't see this at all. How can one not be angry at all of the wrong going on? I would agree, but secretly harbor that self-righteous fury I held against all of the wrongdoers who hurt animals. Until Benny, I couldn't see that I was part of the problem. Even knowing I was part of the problem was not enough.
What I needed to discover and what Benny is teaching me is a simple reality almost scientific in nature. If I am full of wrath, whether I'm right or wrong irrelevant, I cannot receive guidance to continue and be a part of this great truth. We are being advised from sage sources our planet and very existence is in danger. Without getting into world ecology and debate, I will simply note the certainty of that prediction. My own personal reality is my work cannot progress if I do not release this anger. To Benny, to myself and to all of the animals before and ahead, I would like to go on record today saying I release this anger. I am now ready to serve.