Four Footed Guardian angels

It has been a busy time here on the farm. No time to remember to connect to the Universe, just head down and keep going. 

It was a long day yesterday. Stopped a farm job halfway through. It was nearly midnight. Got to carry on with the job today, and we are tired. And it is so easy to let slip the work I need to do keep my connections with the Universe open when I am this busy, the need to do the work of the moment driving away this most important aspect of my life. 

So last night, deep in an exhausted sleep, I was dreaming, but not clearly, just this and that, nothing specific. And then, quite clearly, I saw Maz, our young rottweiller girl, pushing her nose through the partly open door to the Half Barn where we sleep, and coming to sit beside me as I slept. She was alert and watchful, looking at me, and she was in my dreams. 

And I knew that she was asleep in her bed in the kitchen, and that the door between us was closed. Nevertheless, there she was, quite clearly, observing me. And it was as if she was looking after me, keeping watch over me, but not in her day time awake way, when she is being her doggy self, but in a quiet way, a soul way, a deep way. 

When a friend brought two puppies round to show us last January, she gave Maz to me to hold. I did not want another dog, and definitely not a rottweiller. But Maz gave me a lick, and looked at me in a deep way, and it is as if she chose me, so I had no option but to say I would keep her. And it was put into my head that her sister also needed to stay here, so I said we would also keep her as well. 

Years ago, a similar thing happened when we bought Boolie, our Springer Spaniel. I did not want a dog at that time, and definitely not a Spaniel, but the Universe kept on sending me signposts that he was on his way. For instance, I clairvoyantly 'saw' a Springer puppy bouncing down the stairs, and in the library a book  about owning Springer Spaniels sort of fell off the shelf at me. But I remained adamant that I would not have that breed of dog, and then he arrived after he chose me to be his new owner, and he has been the best of dogs, looking after my soul self as well as my human self. He has not been the easiest of dogs to have around though, but he has been the best of dogs, and has been an anchor for me when I have temporarily lost my links with the Universe, giving me his soul energy when mine are failing.

I think that several messages were given to me last night. That Boolie will be passing over soon, although he is still in remarkable health for fifteen years of age and carries on as if he were still a puppy. That Maz is going to 'step' into his 'shoes' when that time comes, and will become my soul helper for when my own soul energies are depleted and tiredness is robbing me of the effort to connect to the energies of the Universe directly. That by seeing Maz  coming to me in my dreams, I am reminded that I am being looked after, because it was the Universe who would have brought her to me, as I say, to remind me that I not alone.

Oh dear, the day is calling me, but my heart feels warm, and I feel in balance between my soul self and my human self, because a young rottweiller came and brought healing to me in my dreams.

Do you have such a helper in your life?

Vx

The moving of myself by Rach 3

Often I play music when working at the computer, but not when I am writing and so need to listen clairaudiently for the Universe to speak to me so I can know what I am supposed to be writing about, because if I can't hear them I can't write. I listen to music when I am needing to edit what has already been written, or when I am working on the updates for the websites. Most time the music becomes background noise after a few minutes. 

So this morning I was working on the links for the new updates for Aspects of Self, and my head was feeling a bit scruffy about doing this, so I went on to YouTube, searched for Rachmaninov 3 Opus 30, which I often listen to. Most times it fades into the background as I work, and only occasionally will my mind be pulled back to the more melodic parts of the piece, but rarely do I stop and actually listen to chunks of it. 

But this morning I did. I landed up being stopped in my tracks. All of me became involved with the pianist, who was Vladimir Horowitz, because he was playing from his heart, and his passion reached into my heart, and it was magnificent. All of me became merged with the sounds he, the orchestra, and Rachmaninov, were making. I could feel the music all over me and especially within my chest. It was a very healing experience. After the music finished I felt like I had been put through a very nice washing machine, all cleaned up and sparkly, with my heart centre filled up with a huge warmth. Gosh. 

When someone speaks from the heart, whether it be via music, or words, then that person will make you pay attention to them, because they are sharing their soul energy with you, which will then make your own soul respond. It is a very healing experience to have. 

Here is Mr Horowitz playing the Rach3: 

http://youtu.be/lusMu2LGIUM

He made mistakes, but that only enriches the experience of listening to him, because he was making his best effort, which was stupendous. The piano he was playing on did not have the best sound, he played occasional wrong notes, and in the beginning he sounded out of step with the orchestra. And that is the beauty of it all. Because his heart was the place from which he was playing the music, and that then makes his playing as perfect as it can get. To listen to music which is technically perfect but not played from the heart, well, that will allow that music to be pushed into the background and not be heard properly. But Mr Horowitz made me hear the Rach 3 as if for the first time. Plus I received a good dose of healing, which was a lovely bonus, especially because it was unexpected. 

So off I go into my day. Lots of things to do. Do you listen to music? Do you get 'moved'? I hope you do, because it heals the heart, which brings the mind and soul into balance. So if you haven't been 'moved' yet, and are not able to share a similar experience to that which I have just had, never mind, keep on going, you might in the future!

.... and sending a 'thank you' up to Mr Horowitz, wherever his soul now is, because he is no longer with us in person.

Vx

Bubble watching

The stars were bright in the night sky last night. How did I know this? Because Bools, my spaniel, wanted to go to the loo in the middle of the night, and as I waited for him to do what he needed to do, I had time to look up at the night sky.

Now for a long time I have seen sort of patterns in bubbles. It started when I used to lay front down in a bubble bath, and because the bubbles were very close to my face I started noticing that each small bubble had a pattern in it, which I found quite fascinating. I asked other people if they could see anything similar, and they just looked at me as if I was off my head. 

For as long as I can remember I have seen a sort of rain effect in the air, which hardly comes straight downwards but mostly goes at a downward slant this way and that. And sometimes I have seen what looks like a small spot of light flying through the air in an arc.

But the most intriguing is the bubbles because I do not see very well at close range, and yet I can see the patterns and colours in bubbles. I also see some small round transparent circles when I am looking at the bubbles, but they are part of my own eyes because they shift and move as my eyes shift and move. 

Back to last night. As I looked up at the dark sky one star in particular caught my attention. Now when I look at sunlight reflected on a surface, the ray of light upon the object creates an effect similar to the bubbles, although the patterns might be slightly different. And the glistening effect of the sun beam at its destination shoots out a sort of explosion of light which is not harsh or solid like a blob would be, but looks like a sort of multi faceted star, which is not a good description at all, but is the best I can give you. 

So I was looking at this one star in particular, and it was sort of twinkling, and then it became lots of different bits twinkling, and then at the top of the star I noticed colour, just little bits, but the star was definitely wearing a coloured hat. And today, when I have looked closely at sunlight on things, the little shafts of light are not only still patterned, but have now developed the colours of the spectrum, all together, in one little drop of light. Wow! 

So I had a search on Wikipedia ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Electromagnetic-Spectrum.svg), and found out that I the colours I am seeing in one individual spot of sunlight are the entire colours of the spectrum in one hit, although there was not much red. Yellow, turquoise, electric blue, purple, they were all there, and very brilliant and pure they were too. 

And the odd thing is that that star up in the sky was showing the exact same behaviour of light as did the very close sun beams I had a look at today. Actually it was the top of my glasses I was looking at, my glasses being half way down my nose because I was doing some knitting and they had slipped down, and as I was looking at our chickens hovering around I had a look at the sun shining on the top of my glasses, and that is when I noticed the colour spectrum. So why did I see part of the colour spectrum up on that star, when my eyesight should not have allowed me to do so. 

The Universe is a wonderful place if we can only stop and have a look, but I really would like someone else to share with me the magic of seeing patterns in bubbles, and the colour spectrum in sunlight. I would also like someone to tell me what I am actually seeing, and why I am seeing it, and also why I have now developed an ability to see the colour spectrum when my eye sight is not so good as it used to be. 

As I say, the Universe is an intriguing place to explore, even if it is playing with bubbles in the bath, or being captivated by colours in a star and on glasses!