Love and Light Wins over Darkness

As early as just three years old, Olivia put her little hands on my stomach when I mentioned to her that I was in pain. She never used the word “healing”, but placed her hands with confidence where my pain was. There were no words!

As a nearly nine-year-old girl, she still knows about the ability that she has in her hands.  Olivia is praying daily for our dog Sven who often has seizures.  In my busy world, passing her at “mommy speed,” I tell her that it is super-sweet of her to think of him.

Frankly, I look at Olivia with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

"Mom, would you like me to teach you how to pray?" she asks me.

I ask her if I should put my hands together and close my eyes.

"No you do not close your eyes but look up to heaven and speak with a clear voice what you want. Do not be afraid, mom, because then the wish will not be fulfilled."

I look enquiringly at her.  "Olivia, do you know who God is?"

"Yes, it is He who listens when we listen?" she replies

"Do you mean God listens when we are talking?" I ask.

She shakes her head in a “no”.  "You also communicate when you are listening"

I do not understand what she means, but during my morning meditation, I realize the truth of what she has said.  When I am quiet and listen I think and I send simultaneously.  Intuitive words get to be both answers and questions flowing simultaneously.

"Do you know what the darkness is?" I ask her gently one day when we walk together in the woods.

"Yes, it is The dark God!  But Mom, do not be afraid, because he will like you then.  Think happy thoughts and you will have the bright God in you!"

I stare at Olivia and almost trip over the tree roots in front of me as I walk.  I have never heard those words from someone before.

It felt amazing to hear these incredibly wise words come from my Olivia.

Proudly, I look up to the sky as Olivia has taught me to do. 

My lips move silently.  "Thank you Bright God for my Olivia."  I whisper.

That's Amore!

Picture; Olivia helping me at our Hospice with a former caged dog.

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                                                       Mias son Max övar på att prata med ett 3-4 veckor gammalt lamm.

Foto Anke Gunkel.

VARA DJUR TALAR BARA ETT SPRAK

Att jag kommunicerar med djuren tycker Max är väldigt fascinerande. "Hur gör du mamma?” frågade han en dag, ”Har djuren en röst?”. Jag förklarade för honom att jag inte vaknade upp en morgon och hörde djuren prata, utan det har växt fram genom åren.

Jag hör inga röster, det är energier med snabba bildfrekvenser som jag översätter med mina egna ord. Jag blundar och känner med sinnena. Jag ser också djurens energifält omkring dem.

Numera arbetar jag med att läsa av sjuka djur på vår veterinärklinik i Italien. Runt omkring djurens kroppar ser jag som ett vibrerande fält, likt solen. Ibland är fältet starkare och ibland svagare. Precis som vår dimmer till vardagsrumslampan. Max och jag skruvade på knappen och fick fram olika styrkor.

Många gånger är det färger i energifältet. För mig är det lättare att läsa av djur än människor. Djur har inte lika många olika färger samtidigt och de skiftar inte lika ofta som hos människan.

Max tog en tugga på sin frukostmacka och frågade: ”Vilken färg har jag?”.

”Du är grön och skön!”, svarade jag.

Skrattande gick Max ut i det varma solskenet för att kommunicera med djuren. Hans glädje var stor, när han kom tillbaka. Han hade träffat hundar, fåglar och myror.

”Mamma! Djuren kommunicerar inte med massa olika språk som vi människor. De har ett och samma.”

”Vad säger hundarna, fåglarna och myrorna?”, frågade jag Max.

”Att de älskar mig och jorden! Men att vi ska sluta skräpa ned.”

Jag fnissade åt hans fina kommentar.

Under dagen fick jag hem en ny klient. En liten, beige hanhund med väldigt svaga energier. Det var som ”glapp i kontakten”, energierna vibrerande ojämnt. Färgen runt omkring honom var gul, svagt gul. Hunden Sam stod sidan om ägaren, stillsamt.  Jag kände att Sam gärna ville stanna kvar hos sin familj. Utan att säga adjö till hunden gav ägaren mig kopplet och körde därifrån. Det tog tid innan Sam öppnade upp för att kommunicera med mig. 

Mina 13 hundar hälsade på honom och accepterade honom in i flocken efter endast en minuts sniffande. Från hunden kände jag massor av missförstånd från familjen! Rädslan for att dö ensam eller att bli övergiven var stor inom Sam.

En kväll när hans förra familj kommit hem hade Sam legat i sin egen avföring. Han straffades! När det hände i deras bil fick de nog. Familjen ville avliva honom men veterinären vägrade. Min organisation var sista utvägen.

Vad familjen inte förstod var att Sam led av epilepsi. När han fick ett anfall kissade och bajsade han ned sig. Det var därför jag fick känslan av ”glapp” i energifältet. Han förlorar ideligen massor av energi. I morgon ska vi träffa en veterinär som ska undersöka Sam och ge honom rätt medicin. Jag ser i hans energifält att det finns hopp, tillsammans!

That’s Amore!

Text: Mia Mattsson-Mercer
Foto: Anke Gunkel 

Publicerad: 2014-04-24

TO DARE TO LET GO

To dare let go

The first time I saw Ariel was back in 2008, at one of the worst shelters in southern Italy.  The dogs were standing in their own feces.  Food, they received every fifth day and the lack of water often made them drink their own urine.

Amidst all the filth and suffering, Ariel captured my eyes and my heart.  A black and white, shaggy dog, she happily limped up to the fence with her misshapen front leg.  The leg had been broken in four different places and had self healed long ago.  It hurt my soul to think of what she had gone through, but to see her positivity gave me an incredible strength.  She had been in four different shelters during her life, likely the vast majority of her life spent behind bars.  I whispered into her ear that she could come home with me. That day I adopted Ariel and four other dogs.

The smell was cruel in that place, only the flies felt lucky!  Ariel had an incredible ability to open up other people's hearts.  When the volunteers saw her misshapen leg, they expressed their horror. The next moment they looked into her eyes and Ariel's tail started to go like a propeller.  She healed people, implanted a calmness inside of them.  Suddenly, they saw the beauty, her soul, pure and forgiving.

One morning, after five wonderful years and a move to Germany together, I saw that her energies were not as vibrant as usual. We had a blood test done.  The result was devastating to me!  Her internal organs were beginning to shut down.  After a few days Ariel, stopped to eat and drank only water.  When I looked at her, she wagged her tail, “thump, thump"  like a Morse Code of love.  The most difficult decision came; to let go of the one you love.

Although I know there is a heaven for animals, I was heartbroken.  A friend showed me compassion even though I knew she was not fond of dogs.  She smiled and told me how difficult it had been for her when her mother slipped into Alzheimer's grip.  It's painful to see someone you love slip away from you.

I told Max and Olivia that Ariel was very sick.  Their behavior around Ariel changed to be more calmly inside.  A peace of mind shrouded the house!  The group of twelve dogs, each walked up to Ariel, sniffed her and walked away.  It was their way of saying goodbye.  I tried to be as strong as they.  Daring to love in the fullest, and when it was time, let the heart be full of love and satisfaction for the time we had together.  Ariel taught me that whatever happens in life, you do not forget, but it is important to be able to let go and continue to live with love and trust.

The vet came and helped Ariel over to the other side.  One of my dogs, Shiloh, laid down beside her. When someone in the pack tried to come up, Shiloh growled and chased them away.  With her nose, she tried to cover Ariel with the blanket that she was lying on, like burying her.  It was most interesting, as Shiloh had acted much the same way when we lost our Black Labrador Retriever Ranger in Italy.

I cried! Olivia put her arms around my neck, "Mom, breathe in and out!"  Outside, it was raining heavily. Max wanted to build a doghouse above the grave "so that Ariel does not get wet.”

Max went on with his own hypothesis, "Mom, what if Ariel is just sleeping!  Do you think God gets angry that we send a sleeping dog up to Him?"

Olivia glared at him, "Ariel is healthy now. She has already had a meeting with God.  God does not accept anyone who is not ready! "

I responded tenderly upon Olivia's words, "no one”.  She knew that we all would go up there, animals and people traveling to another place when we are finished here on earth.

That's Amore!