Presented by Billy Carson at the2018Portal to Ascension Conference.
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We are One, Love.
12 DOG Ok #90
Saturday ~ June 23, 2018
"Oakie" ~ the 12-year old border collie of my life, passed on this morning.
She graduated, from the cocoon (ka-coon = spirit vessel) we form, to more.
Going down for days, in the past dawn hours suddenly I felt her stillness, and drew near my love, my hand sensing her side, to find no breath...but then her head raised and she looked at me, and then all too fast turned away, laid her head to rest and began slowly breathing again.
I knew then, it was time, she wanted to go.
I departed her to the couch, and sat and prayed, and talked to her, and cried, pride & joy she entered into.
The Final path we all walk, throughout all time, All do, All return, having never left at all.
Her face appeared in front of me in my mind, in spirit youthful happiness, saying "Don't be sad...Be Happy! I'm FREE!"
I glanced at her form in the other room.
"That...is the past, love Now!" she pleaded, while beaming a grin of innocent joy, tongue panting with bliss...then faded.
I cried, and then silence, for a while.
Slowly rising, to my love, now still, her spirit gone...free
I fell to my knees and kissed her head, and screamed the wail of all deaths, and sobbed, and cried, then gathered together & rose.
I sat in the Sun with her later today, in that quiet perfect moment before dusk, and she was All The Rays, shining pure Beauty into my eyes.
In that peace & in reflections, she said to me softly:"Sing my song."... and these words come...
She hasn't left, she's just gone within us...deeper, sweeter, stronger...she is Love
Dogship & wet kissezz
The general design of the "Easter Island Heads" is so simple, reflecting symetry of the head and body.
On Christmas Day 2016, I was called out to the Indian Summers Border Collie Rescue home and kennels in Minerva, Ohio, to try to help with a sick 15-year old female border collie, “Kayla” who had not stood for five days and had not eaten for the last two.
The Rescue director Dr. Victoria Summers, or “Grandma Summers,” had read some of my emails about the amazing benefits of interacting with plasma-field water and wrote: "...if you got some of that water you've been talking about and making I could sure use some."
I called her and left a message and awaited a response.
“Okalone,” my 10-year old female border collie, and I arrived and explained what the GaNS plasma water was then put drops of the clear water above the GaNS into each ear and 10mL into her mouth. Kayla shook her ears each time, began to move and started nudging her nearby empty food bowl.
Her bowl refilled with food, she ate heartily. She tried to stretch and move but it was hard after lying still for days, but then she just relaxed.
Kayla tried to move a bit over the next 2 hours but mainly just rested, still on the pad.
At some point Dr. Summers went into her kitchen to do something, so I focused on Kayla. Suddenly a thought came to me, that: 'Kayla just died!' But I brushed the thought aside at that moment, trying to just think positive thoughts of her.
In a few minutes Dr. Summers returned and went to pet Kayla, but found her unresponsive. She began to examine Kayla, then sadly said, almost in a whisper, "She just died, Richard...Her eyes are rolled back in her head...And she's not breathing," and then just slumped down onto a nearby step stool. "That was the most peaceful death I have ever seen...and I've seen a lot of 'em."
A long silence gripped the room as we realized the passing of her favorite little daughter.
She finally began to talk about Kayla, and the process dogs go through in their final days and I awkwardly mentioned how I felt she had passed a few minutes ago but had dismissed the thought.
I then recalled for her my meditation earlier in the day: coming to a realization that Kayla somehow knew that Okalone had shown amazing improvement with having the GaNS water put in her ears, being that all border collies share a common ‘group mind’ together, and that Kayla had chosen to become ill in order for Dr. Summers to contact me, to get me to come out there with the plasma water and to give peace to all her struggling "four-legged people" brothers and sisters, many with cancers and abused or abandoned, and also to help their loving pack leader, “Mommy,” Dr. Summers, whom I recently nicknamed “Woofma.”
There was a long pause, as we reflected on Kayla’s selfless Sacrifice…and we both went into silent prayer.
And then, suddenly…Kayla…COMES BACK TO LIFE!
First Kayla’s head moved! Then, her body! And then, she began to nudge around her empty food bowl! “Oh, my God…She’s back!” Dr. Summers shouts in near disbelief as she leans forward and begins to caress Kayla’s head. “You’re baaack, sweetie…Oh, my god! It’s a miracle!”
Tears, and sheer Joy filled us both…a Christmas resurrection!
Kayla begin to moan, and I said, “I think she wants that harness off her.” Kayla had been wrapped the whole time in a padded lift harness, so to lift her up to clean her #1 and #2 on the newspaper under her.
Watching her get unwrapped, I thought to myself: “Grandma has her Christmas present.”
After a bit Dr. Summers began patting the bottom of Kayla’s paws, to mimic walking. And for about 15 minutes I placed the GaNS jar near her hindquarters to apply the plasma-field, until she whimpered gently, which I said, “it means she has had enough for now.” And as I moved the jar away from her she quieted.
I spent another few hours visiting and some time interacting with the other dogs, then felt it time to leave, to give Kayla some peace and quiet.
At 1:40 AM Okalone and I departed. Our last view of Kayla was her crawling away from her pad a couple of feet and heading toward the kitchen, to wish us Fare Well and… Peace.
Outside, Okalone snuggled up to Woofma again before jumping into the back seat. ‘The leader of the pack’ and I hugged, said a prayer to our ancestors and “I love you.”
On the hour drive home I turned on the radio and found “Silent Night” playing in all of its holy, gentle, tender splendor. My Christmas meal had been a banana I realized, yet the Miraculous Powers That Be on this Christmas night had filled me with an awe to the Gift of Life, to the Power of Love and Prayers, and the wonder of a Christmas MIRACLE.
I’m still waiting to hear back from Woofma.
But, no matter how Kayla is today, or where her spirit is, it is now inside me, for she had truly given me…The Best Christmas Gift ever.
Peace on Earth and In Our Hearts, of All Beings, in All Forms, Everywhere.
"Woof, woof, woof!" Wag, wag, wag!
Doggone it, miracles do happen.
Richard Alan Eagle
Dec. 27, 2016
March 2017 - UPDATE: Kayla was with Woofma till spring, then passed over, again, on St. Patrick's Day, 2017. All miss her.