In In the summer of 1999 while working at Sprint, I told a colleague, "I never want to be the man, but I'll be the best right hand man the man has ever had." I remember this because I thought it was clever. I remember it because it was how I felt. I said it many times afterwards.
In the summer of 2011 Kim asked me to make her some business cards. I was doing a bit of graphic design so I thought what the hell. To make them a bit different, to make them stand out, I put a picture on the back of the card. It was a picture of our dog Ceaser, gazing softly into the sun. Under his face I placed the words, "Dogs Are Wise."
Fast forward to November of 2014. I was in India for work and pleasure. It was a 5 week trip, 2 weeks for work, 2 weeks for me, 1 week for work. I was on my two week break and I had traveled via overnight bus from Margapatta City, Pune to Anjuna, Goa. I traveled to Goa to practice Ashtanga Yoga with Rolf & Marci Naujokat. It was my third day there and I had just finished practice and I was back in my room. I was roughly 1 year into my spiritual search, which started Oct 7th, 2013. I was struggling with anger. I was struggling with my past. I was struggling with the symptoms of the patriarch archetype. I was looking but i didn't know what for. I was living, but I didn't know who as. I felt lost.
As I sat in my room that day after practice, I decided to pray. This isn't something I did regularly if at all. I could probably count on both hands how many times I had prayed in my past. It was a simple prayer.
My prayer, show me I am loved.
My thought, show me I am loved and I can begin to love myself.
I left my room and I walked along the old dirt roads, past the little houses down by the German Bakery, down the single lane path past Rajesh's, restaurant and into the back corner of the Wednesday market area. I walked through the market and down onto the beach. Finding a chair in the sand, I sat down.
An old Indian lady, at least 60 years old walked my way looked me in the eyes and said "God bless you."
Up to that point in my life of 45 years, I had never had anyone say that to me except when I sneezed, especially a stranger. This was my second trip to India and I had never just had an Indian woman walk up to me and talk to me unless she was trying to sell me fruit, jewelry or blankets. I sat there in my chair. I took this as a message that God loved me. I cried.
One year earlier my mentor asked me to write my "essence". Write a paragraph that describes me, who and what I am. I remember the very last sentence of that paragraph. It said "I am compassionate". I lined through it before giving it back to him. At that time I did not feel compassionate, so I scratched it out.
So, back to India. A day had passed since the lady told me "God love me". My yoga practice was over and I was back in my room thinking about what happened the day before. "Reflection" entered my mind. The experience of life is one giant reflection. I decided to pray again. I closed my eyes.
My prayer, show me I am compassionate.
My thought, show me I am compassionate and I can and will find compassion for myself.
(I walked to the beach again. Down the same roads, the same path, the same market stalls, to the same chair. I sat down. A beach dog, obviously a mommy dog who had just had a fresh litter of puppies, walked towards me. She had some sort a a large growth under her chest, like a tumor or something. She looked tired, worn out, but at the same time, she looked happy. She came up and layed down on the soft sand right between my feet. She looked up at me. She looked me right in the eyes. Her message was clear, she simply wanted love. She wanted to be seen, to be cared for.
I reached to pet this pretty little dog. I ran my fingers over her head. I played with her ears gently. I looked her in the eyes the entire time and let her know this was for her. I let her know I saw her. I let her know I loved her.
Finally it hit me. "Show me I am compassionate". WTH.....
I snapped a picture of that little dog. As soon as I did, she got up and left. I never saw her again. I cried.
A month later I was shoveling snow from my driveway. "Be the reflection. Just be the dog."
3 months later a friend of mine asked if he could read my Akashic Records. I said sure. He told me I was from Sirius. That shocked me a bit because Kim, my wife, was told a year earlier that her star was in the constellation of Orion. Sirius follows Orion through the winter sky. Sirius is Orion's helper.. I am Kim's. Sirius is known as the Dog Star. The best right hand man the mans ever had. Dogs ARE wise......
Many people would have take that lady's comment to me on the beach as a coincidence. Many would have take that dog coming up to me that day as a coincidence. Many will take all the aspects of this story as coincidence. As I mentioned in my very first post, to follow this and believe it requires humbleness and faith. This trip is when my humbleness and faith really started. Looking back, this is when belief entered my picture. When I started to realize the power that belief (Alchemy of Radiance, Belief & Love) had in manifesting your reality.
May you be blessed to have the humbleness and faith to ask. May you be blessed with awareness and perception of the messages being shared with you. May you be blessed with imagination and faith. May you be blessed with the strength to believe those things that you know, those things you feel in your body as true, as your truth. It can and will change your life.