Piper’s Three-and-a-Half Beds

I have three beds. Three-and-a-half really. At least that’s what Mom says. One really isn’t a bed. It’s a little rug near the door. Sometimes it’s my favorite.

I like all my beds. They are all special. There’s my big bed, my office bed, my nighttime bed, and my favorite half-bed.

My big bed is really big and soft and really nice. Mommie Kim sent my big bed with me when I moved to Ohio. Sometimes Mom takes the cover off and washes it. I don’t like it when she does that. She says she has to do that because it has peanut butter on it. I like it better when it smells like me and peanut butter.

My big bed is in the great room. That’s where we watch TV or Mom reads or writes in a book. She calls it a journal. I think she’s writing about what a good girl I am. It’s where the sofa is. My bed is right next to the table that’s in front of the sofa. I’m really close to Mom there. Lily too. She’s usually on the sofa. On Mom’s lap. I’m allowed on the sofa too. It’s okay. I like my big bed better. I only share the sofa with Mom when Lily’s not on it. I like Lily but cats are funny creatures. I don’t like to cuddle with Lily. I like to cuddle with humans though.

My office bed is smaller. But I’m little so it’s okay. That’s where Mom and I spend most of our time during the day. Sometimes I get out of my bed and go curl up on the floor. It’s cooler than my bed. I like to watch Mom work at her desk. Sometimes she turns around and gives me lots of pets and rubs. Sometimes she even gives me a treat. I like my office bed.

I think a lot in my office bed. I wonder about things. Sometimes I ask Mom questions. Like why don’t all doggies have three-and-a-half beds? She said that doggies, like humans, have a life they’ve chosen so they can learn and grow and make everything better.

My third bed is my nighttime bed. It’s where I sleep all night long. I don’t have to stay in bed but I do. Most of the time. Sometimes I get up to go get a drink of water. Then I come right back to bed. My nighttime bed has sides and a top and even a door on it. Mom calls it a crate. It’s real cozy. It’s where I keep my favorite blanket. I brought that with me from Mommie Kim’s too. I can see Mom and Lily on their bed. That makes me feel safe.

When I first came to live with Mom and Lily, Mom closed the door on my crate. She said that she wanted to keep Lily and me safe. She wasn’t sure how we’d get along. I knew that all I had to do was push the door with my paw and it would open. I never did that though. That’s ‘cause I’m a good girl and know how to behave.

I like all my beds. But my favorite is my half-bed. It’s by the door with the big window. Mom thinks it’s because I like to watch the birds and the squirrels and watch for Andy, the outside cat. I let her think that.

But the real reason it’s my favorite bed is because it’s right beside the treat box. That’s the big box that’s under the counter. It’s full of treats just for me. I make sure Lily doesn’t get near my treats. You know how cats are. They jump on top of things.

And I’m right here in case Mom walks over to give me a pet or maybe a treat. That’s when I whimper and cry and tell her what a good girl I am. I look up at her and smile a real big doggy smile. She can’t resist. I get a treat.

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Phillip’s Wisdom on Prosperity

There are those in your plane who consider money and living a spiritual path in conflict with one another. This is misguided and leads to more poverty and belief in lack. Money is a commodity that has the potential to aid many.

There is no evil in money, only in the thoughts of greed. When the power of money is used to feed and clothe the hungry, how can one not know the goodness of money? When money is used to build shelters for those without, how can one question the usefulness of money?

It is not money within itself that is either good or evil, but the intent of the one who holds the money for money has power that can be used to help all beings. This then is the intent that should be held: Let money serve my life that I may then use it to help serve others.

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Piper the Psychic

I’m psychic. That’s what Mom calls it. We dogs know it’s natural. It’s who we are. We know things. People know things too, but they don’t know they know. That’s the difference.

Piper at Sacred Circle

It was Friday night at Sacred Circle. That’s when a whole bunch of humans found out I’m psychic. Mom always knew from beginning. That’s because she knows my angel. Daisy. Humans might call Daisy my spirit guide. I call her my angel. That’s because she brought Mom and I together. But that’s another story. This is my story of how the humans at Sacred Circle learned I’m psychic.

Piper’s angel Daisy

Sacred Circle is where Mom tells a story. Then she guides the people on a meditation journey. I usually fall asleep then. That’s because it’s so calm. After all that, Mom gives people messages from Spirit. Sometimes I sleep through that part too. Sleep is important. That makes it easier for Daisy to talk to me. That’s because when I’m asleep I’m not barking or looking around at the humans or doing anything but dreaming or talking to Daisy.

I was sleeping when Daisy told me to wake up and look at one of the humans. We had a message for her. The human told Mom that she had planned on asking about her Mother, who is in Spirit World. But the human said that Piper told her to ask about her doggy who was also in Spirit World.

The doggy’s grandmother was with her. They were both happy. I wanted to give her the full message. So, I came out from under the altar table and looked at her. Mom wasn’t paying much attention to me, so I sneezed. I never sneeze. Mom looked at me. Was I okay? That’s when the human cried really hard.

The human said her doggy was ill. That her doggy’s illness made her sneeze. That’s when Mom got it. That was how all the people knew I was giving a message to the human that her doggy was okay in Spirit World. That her doggy was right there with her.

She got it. Sometimes we have to give up our bodies. That doesn’t mean we stop loving our humans. Or that we leave. We stay around as long as our humans need us.

Humans don’t seem to get that. But then human don’t get a lot. If they could just let their minds be quiet some times. We dogs do that. Let our minds be quiet. That’s when Daisy talks to me. Like she told me to sneeze. And my sneeze let the human know her doggy never left. We never leave.

We talk to our humans all the time. They just have to listen.

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An Irish Story of Love and Peace

When I was in Northern Ireland, I signed the Peace Wall on the Irish Catholic side. This was a big deal because my last name is Rankin. My ancestors were Scot-Irish and even though they fought in the Siege of Derry against the English, they were also protestant, and that was the other side of the wall.

We were riding around Belfast in a Black Taxi, whose driver was a member of the IRA. It was from him we heard the stories of suffering, terrible violence, and suppression as we visited the Catholic section of the city. There we saw murals painted with heroes’ faces and the IRA Museum filled with the horrors of the Troubles, as the war between the Catholics and Protestants was known.

It was after the time the barriers were lifted between Ireland and Northern Ireland, the time after the fighting, a time of edgy peace.

When we stopped along the wall, on the Catholic side, and our driver handed us markers to sign our names on the wall. I hesitated only long enough to say a prayer to and for my ancestors. I prayed that they be released from their suffering and any beliefs that hold them to conflict. I prayed for a healing between the people of my ancestors and the people I stood with that day.

As I signed my name, I felt the healing taking place, a deep healing within me that was helping to heal old and deep wounds among the people of this magical island.

Later that day, I was inside the museum of a church. When the curator learned my last name, he became quite excited. He took me into the chapel to show me a large stained-glass window. “This is your ancestor’s window,” he said. He was killed in the siege. It was his wife who had the window made in his honor.”

As I looked at the window, a portal opened. I saw my ancestor standing proud. He tipped his fingers to his forehead and gave a slight smile. I felt healing of my ancestral line, healing of ancient wounds that scar over until we peel back the wound and fill it with love.

Whether we are helping to heal a nation divided or healing a war between nations or healing our own relationships or our hearts, peace begins with love. We cannot expect to have peace in the world until we first have peace in our hearts. We cannot expect to have love among peoples of all nations until we have love for the person who sits across the breakfast table from us every day, or the person we face on the other side of our desk or phone, or the driver who cuts us off, or the slow person in front of us at the grocery story, or…

We claim we want peace. We can have peace, but to have peace we must first create love in our own hearts. It is the only way.

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Piper Runs with the Wind

I love to run. When Mom throws my ball, I run after it. I catch it. Then I run back to her and tell her to throw it again. I get to run more and more. I run until Mom gets tired.

Sometimes when we’re walking down the lane after we get the mail, my leash jumps out of mom’s hands. Then I can run way ahead. And even run all the way back to Mom. It’s fun. But the most fun of all is when I run in the meadow.

Piper takes flight.

The meadow has lots of run to run. First I run all the way down to the end. That’s where the woods are. I used to be afraid of the woods. It’s just a woods so why be afraid? I’m not so much now. That’s because I’m brave. I also made friends with the faeries that live there. They promised to not harm me. They like presents. I leave them shinny things now and then. That makes them happy.

Running makes me happy. After I run all the way to the woods, I run all the way back to where Mom is. I pretend I let her catch up with me. She’s a human and can’t run as fast as me.

Sometimes I run so fast that my feet forget to touch the ground. That’s when the wind picks me up and we run together. That’s fun. The wind is my friend. It tells me secrets sometimes. Wind told me it’s easier if you run with the wind. It’s harder if you run against it.

Wind also told me this secret too. It said that it carries me because I let it. Sometimes it’s scary to not hold on. But when I’m running, I hear Wind whisper to me to let go. So, I do. That’s when my feet lift off the ground and Wind picks me up. And off we go.

It’s so much fun.

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Accepting Change and the Yin-Yang

Change is difficult for many of us to accept. Too often change means loss and in our Western cultural we’d rather only experience that which makes us happy. We want the up without the down.

The seemingly opposites of life are actually complementary of one another. There is no up without the down, no depth of shadow on a spring lawn without sunlight, no knowledge of happiness without knowing its opposite.

There is a wonderful story from the mythology of China that teaches us about both sides of life–the yin-yang. It is the story of Chang’e, the Goddess of the Moon and her husband Houyi the Archer. According to legend, Chang’e and her husband Houyi were immortals who lived in heaven and enjoyed all the privileges of that life. One day the ten sons of the Jade Emperor transformed into ten suns. Their intensity began to scorch Earth and her people.

Unsuccessful in stopping his sons, the Emperor summoned Houyi the archer, who used his skills to send an arrow to nine of the sons, but spared the tenth, so Earth would have warmth and light. Although the Emperor was pleased that Earth was no longer burning, he was not happy to lose nine of his sons. Instead of being rewarded for saving Earth, Houyi was punished. He and his wife Chang’e were banished from heaven and forced to live as mortals on Earth.

Chang’e, being the goddess that she was, did not accept this change gracefully.  When Houyi saw how miserable his wife was over the loss of her immortality, he being the hero that he was, left his home and began a quest for the fabled Pill of Immortality, so they could once again become immortal and live in heaven.

After a long and dangerous journey, Houyi finally came to the home of the Queen Mother of the West and Goddess of longevity and eternal bliss. As she gave him the Pill of Immortality, she cautioned him to give half the pill to Chang’e and for him to take half. “To take more than half is dangerous,” the great queen and goddess warned.

Houyi returned home from his adventure and stored the Pill of Immortality in a beautiful case. He showed the case to Chang’e but warned her to not open it while he was out attending to business. Well, you can imagine how curious Chang’e became. Here was this beautiful case with something mysterious inside. She held the case in her hand as though she could discern what was inside just by holding it. Finally, she could stand it no longer, and opened the case only to find not a rare gem or pearl, but a simple pill.

She took the pill out to examine it, touched it to her tongue just to see what it tasted like, and just at that very moment Houyi opened the door. Chang’e panicked and accidently swallowed the entire pill. Immediately she began to float upward . . . higher and higher and higher. Houyi took out his bow and arrow and started to shoot her down, but he could not bear to harm her, so he let her continue to float, and she floated all the way to the moon.

This is the way Chang’e came to represent the moon and Houyi the sun, the yin-yang, linked opposites that create the whole.

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Piper Forgives Herself

I’m a good girl. Really I am. Mom tells me so all the time. She never reminds me of the day I wasn’t a good girl. The day I sent my Yorkie sibling over the doggy rainbow bridge.

I was a good girl even then, but I made a bad mistake. A really bad mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt Yorkie. He made me mad. He stole my treat. I growled at him. A really big growl. I even showed my teeth. I didn’t mean to hurt him.

I’m sorry.

I had to leave my home. I lived in Michigan. It was a nice home. I had lots of love and toys and treats. We played ball lots and Mommie cuddled with me lots. I slept on the big bed and cuddled all night. I loved my life. But I had to go away. Now I live in the country in Ohio.  

Ohio Mom said my Michigan Mommie forgives me for hurting Yorkie. Mom said I have to forgive myself now. That’s important. I didn’t know how to do that. I asked her how. She said all I had to do was to love Yorkie. I could do that. Then she told me the really hard part. She said I had to love myself enough to forgive me.

Gosh, how do you do that? She rubbed my head and neck and my whole body. It felt so good. I wagged my tail and looked at her and loved her so much.

She lifted my chin and looked right at me. “That’s how,” she said. “Love.”

I wagged my tail.

“You’re a good girl. I love you,” Mom said.

I am a good girl. I love me too.

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A Blessing Creates a Higher Consciousness

Blessing another, our food, a situation and ourselves takes us to a higher state of consciousness that allows us to experience life from a perspective different from that of the normal state of daily affairs.

Although there is some controversy within the scientific community about what happens in the brain when we bless, a twenty-year old theory backs up the experience many of us have every time we say a blessing. Scientists call the experience an increase in the gamma waves; I call it a feel-good experience.

With the help of EEGs, scientists have been able to measure gamma waves, which are the highest frequency of brain waves—electrical impulses that occur naturally in the brain. Gamma waves are associated with higher levels of intelligence and feelings of happiness, and an increase in a person’s feelings of compassion toward others. In recent years, commercial neuro-programming products have entered the marketplace to help increase gamma waves. Although I’m sure they are good, I haven’t personally tried any of these programs, have not felt a need to, because I continually experience an increase in happiness, alertness, and compassion every time I bless someone or something. And I am blessed to have numerous opportunities every day to say a blessing. So do you.

Begin by blessing whatever enters your body—food, water, tea, and so on. In workshops I hold where food is present, we always have a blessing of the food, the elements that helped the food grow, the animals that sacrificed their bodies to sustain ours, the farmers who grew the food, the workers who processed the food, the truck drivers who delivered the food, the groceries who stored the food, and so on. You get the idea. A blessing isn’t just a simple, “Bless you, and you’re off and running, although even a quick blessing is meaningful if said with heart.

Heart is important in every blessing. A blessing said with genuine gratitude, a feeling of deep thankfulness, seems to be necessary for me to experience the euphoria. Perhaps emotion is needed to activate gamma waves. Certainly, it has been in my life and it seems scientists are also finding this to be true. Well-known for his work in neuroplasticity—the capacity for the brain to rewire itself—Richard Davidson, a researcher at the University of Wisconsin, found an increase in gamma activity in Tibetan Buddhists monks during meditation. When the monks meditated on loving kindness, the gamma waves increased even more.

Living in the country allows me opportunities every day to increase my gamma waves by blessing animals in the fields, winged ones in the sky, and those along the side of the road. For the deer and field cats and great winged ones who bless my life as I travel along, my blessing is simple, “Thank you for being in this world and for blessing my life with your presence.” My blessing for those who have left this life is, “Bless you, bless the one who took your life, bless the ones who will partake of your giveaway, and bless me.” Those final two words are crucial to the blessing. They are the words that take us into a deeper compassion for ourselves, which, in turn allows us to feel greater compassion for all beings.

We don’t have to look far for something to bless. There is so much in life that calls for our blessing. Daily I bless my four-legged children for their wellbeing and thank them for enriching my life. I bless each member of my family, and each friend who is in my life. I bless the sun and thank it for warming me. I bless the rain for feeding the fields and flowers. I bless my office as I walk into it every morning. I bless the computer for working so well. I bless words for coming easily when needed. I bless each part of my body for good health and vitality. I bless friends and acquaintances and the clerk at the checkout. I bless the authors of books I read and musicians of music I hear. I bless my vehicle that keeps me safe, the mechanics who keep it running smoothly, and the battery and gasoline and roadways and every other driver on the road.

And with each blessing, I also bless myself. You might have noticed—and you would be right if you did—that with so much time spent blessing the other there is no time left to spend in complaining, so the gamma waves just keep growing and growing and blessing me as I bless you.

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Piper’s Labyrinth Walk

I got to walk the labyrinth. Well, maybe I ran. The labyrinth’s in the meadow. It’s a special place.

Mom walks the labyrinth sometimes. She says it’s a sacred walk that helps you love more. It’s fun to walk the labyrinth. It’s not necessary for dogs though ‘cause we already know how to love a lot.

I like it because it’s a bond with my ancestors. Shelties are Shetland Sheep dogs from the Shetland Islands. That’s part of Mom’s ancestors too. She calls them Celts. That’s why the labyrinth is like the ancient Celtic labyrinth. It’s seven circles. When you get to the center, you turn around.

Piper runs to catch up.

I let Mom get way ahead of me. That’s ‘cause I have to stop and smell the critters that live here. There are mice and frogs and spiders and even deer. Lots to sniff. Then I run and run around the circles to catch up with Mom. She laughs at me. Pats me on the head. Tells me what a good girl I am. Then she keeps walking all the way to the center of the labyrinth.

The center is kind of boring. Mom stays there for a while, then we get to walk the circles again. This time they get bigger and bigger instead of smaller and smaller. They get smaller on the first walk. That’s when we’re walking into the center.

We stop when we come out of the circles. We bow. I know how to do that. That’s to say thanks to our ancestors. Then I get to run ahead. I have to beat Mom to the house. But wait. There’s something here I have to sniff first. This is a whole new smell. I don’t know what this is.

Oh no. I’ve been busy sniffing and Mom walked ahead. How can she do that? We’re not in the labyrinth anymore where I can catch up really easy. I have to run and run and run really, really hard to catch up. I bark at her. She smiles at me. That means I’m a good girl. I am.

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Phillip’s Wisdom on Anger

Phillip: Anger is a form of fear. Fear is the opposite of love. To truly know the appreciation of love, fear must be known.

            Do you not judge evil by that which you call good? Is it not in the weighing one against the other that you find balance? It is when you have felt hunger that you most appreciate food and when you have known thirst that you most welcome water to drink.

            If you know only love, this is good, but it is in the full experiencing of live that you know and understand life.

            It is for each to find the balance. In doing so, judgment must be laid aside and all is merely seen as the experience.

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