The Last of the Star Fighters

The Last of the Star Fighters

My words flow from somewhere deep inside myself, where true understanding of the cycles of life’s energies lies. I was assisting a client with the loss of her cat when my attention went to my dog companion, Jedi. Jedi was the last of the great white poodles that I had raised. He was ancient now, 18 years old, lying on the floor in my healing room.

We’ve traveled so many journeys together. Wherever I went he was there – from the Harmonic Convergence sleeping in a tent in Sedona, to digging crystals in Arkansas, from gem shows in Tucson to exploring and activating vortexes. I watched him now, as my eyes filled with tears.

He had loved me so well all of these years and never once failed me when I was in need. Now, as I watched him breathe, I knew the time had come!

My heart was breaking. Never would I hold him again or feel his gentle muzzle in the morning as he awakened me from my sleep.

A dream flooded my memory. Jedi was walking with me on his hind legs as if he were a man in a dog suit. He had his arm around my shoulders, looking me in my eyes. He said that he hurt, his body was tired, and soon he would have to leave me. His love for me was causing him sadness for his time was near. I told him it was okay. I would miss him, but I loved him too much for him to stay and suffer. The dream ended.

I remembered last Christmas. One morning Jedi could not walk. I took him to a vet who said he would be dead by the end of the day. I went to Yellow Brick Road and called Sonja Fitzpatrick. At once she began to talk to Jedi. He was frightened but did not want to leave me yet. Sonja told me he wasn’t ready to go, for he did not want to leave his mother; he was concerned that no one would be there to protect and take care of me.

Friends gathered, chanting HU, an ancient name of god, calling the masters Puja Panti , St. Francis, Brother Jesus, to help Jedi leave his body. Jedi grew very still. His breathing stopped. He was gone. Then, there was a sound of wind rushing, and he was back in his body, looking at me. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. Sonja, with the help of her guides, had given us time to say goodbye. During the next several months Jedi took on many of my problems through his sickness and pain, as a gift to me, so I would suffer less. (Our beloved Angelic beings in animal form can take on our pain. Someday humanity will remember the true roles we play together.)

With my awareness returning to my client back in my healing room, I was explaining the transition of Nancy’s cat, Priscilla. Priscilla’s spirit came into my consciousness. Nancy connected with Priscilla’s spirit and began to see a familiar place, a place from Nancy’s dreams. Priscilla was home now, living with another aspect of Nancy’s higher self. As Nancy visited with her, I asked Priscilla to please go and tell Jedi to let go.

Jedi’s breath grew more difficult and his body began to fail. I turned to Nancy and asked her to go with me to the vet. His struggling intensified; I felt his pain. The time had come for me to assist my best friend in his transformation.

On June 11, a master number, Jedi changed forms. We drove back to the center, where friends joined me in digging his grave. We lined the grave with crystals, banana leaves, rosemary, mint, and wrapped him in an Indian blanket. Sarina began drumming and chanting, and I spoke words of love as we cried. He was a lovely friend, a healer in his own right, always there to assist me in my work. He was a soul traveler who accompanied many on their crystal bowl journeys.

That night as I laid down to sleep I felt his body on the bed, still struggling to breathe. I explained to him that he was no longer old nor was he ill. He relaxed and we slept. Jedi is no longer in solid form; he is free in another dimension, at our home with loved ones, waiting to be together again. When the time is right, he will take another body and join me again in our travels. One day an old friend will show up in my life, and it will be Jedi. A priest once told me there was no heaven for animals. He was wrong. Just as our travels through time are eternal, so are the bonds of love.

I am very blessed by the friends who love and assist me in my life adventure. Special thanks to all of you! Thank you for all the help, support, love, and for being there for me in my times of need. Through the love of all of you, you have allowed me to develop a side of me that was screaming to be experienced. I can never thank you all enough.

I believe that animals are an important part of all our lives. They are here as our teachers. They serve us in so many ways and their service should be acknowledged and honored. Please see below a listing of just a few of the organizations dedicated to protecting our animals. May the blessing be!

Citizens for Animal Protection, 281-497-0534 Houston SPCA, 713-869-7722 Houston Humane Society, 713-433-6421 Texas Wildlilfe Rehabilitation Coalition, 713-468-8972 Wildlife Rehab and Education, 713-643-9453 Special Pals, 281-579-7220 PALS of Katy, 281-398-8568

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