War & Grief
That fateful night, as I held the cooling body of my best friend, my heart breaking and tears streaming, the primitive part of me wanted to run out and pulp the dogs with any blunt object I could find.
Then I hear her beautifull voice saying quietly “No. That is war on a microcosmic level. To have peace you have to be peace.” This statement was followed by a wave of love, and of course more tears as I knew the truth of her words.
I still fight the urge now and then, when the dogs break into one of their barking frenzies and I feel donkey-kicked in the gut, the memory still raw and vivid.
War is not the answer. It will not solve anything. It will not take away the pain. It will not bring her back. Every day I’m trying my best to honor her memory and the love we shared by being peace.
So I allow the tears to flow. I allow myself to grieve like I have never allowed myself before. Without time restraints, and silencing the voices in my head telling me to pull myself together; that I should be done with it by now, and not caring what anyone else thinks. I am aware that I am grieving also for the future moments we didn’t get to have, and the memories we never will have a chance to make.
But this I know; if we, humanity, could say no with as much integrity as Miaowser showed me, the world would become a very different place. Because there is no aggression in her boundary, an inarguable no. Centered, in focus, the unassailable truth.
There will be no war.
There can’t be, if we don’t want to fight. It can not come from screaming NOOOOOO! fuelled by anger or rage. It has to come from a No. Period.
Sure, there will be a few young people who do go, but they will do so for their own reasons, spanning from fear, via rage to tales of glory. And they will find their own way to lay down those weapons and say enough of this.
War was the old paradigm. Let it go. Let it be. It is not the way forward.
The glorification of violence have got to stop.
Be peace.
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I had no idea this happened. I’m so sorry.
Let’s be peace for her! I love you Liz!
Grizzly was attacked by dogs too, when i went looking for him a family told me that they heard screams, they thought pigs attacked him. i was so shaken , i asked them why didnt they wake up in the night and saved my cat? i couldnt understand how someone do nothing when thats happening outside their door steps. grizzly taught me the same . it was his choice to exit that way and experience a different reality what ever he loved . he chose to exit away from me , from home. , even to this i avoid that road if i can , i had a session with eloheim and asked them why these types of deaths happen? i guess i found the answer within my own heart. it is what it is. nothing is as it seems. the way life interacts with life is very raw at times. its all harmony disguised in rawness. life chooses. consciousness chooses. death is transition. Thanks for sharing your feelings Liz. meowser cannot leave you. she is here.
i felt angry at street dogs for a while , but my anger couldnt last long , when i saw their faces , so in the moment full of their own kind of integrity , doing what they do. thay are love. but i will not hesitate to attack one if i see any cat being attacked by it.
I know that my comment has little consolation, but the soul of your loved one will always shine. He chose to spend 5 to 6 years with you and now waits to meet you on the other side. My sincerest condolensces.
Dear Liz, I am so sorry to read that the loving, furry Soul that shared your life and brought you so much joy, has met a tragic end. I can only guess what happened and only hope you did not witness the actual attack. Perhaps you did as that image alone is a cruel one to live with.
We are blessed when these special animals come into our lives and when they leave us, there is a great emptiness that is almost impossible to fill. I hope her Spirit will return to you again in another form soon.
This has happened to me with a dog that I loved so much and was a beautiful companion. She had to be put down unexpectedly when a tumor burst inside her. Awhile later, she came to me in a dream and I knew her Spirit would be returning to me in the form of a stray. It took about a year and a half, but I found her again. She was a stray that had been found running loose in rather bad shape, and had a broken rope around her neck. She was almost a year old, and a local Vet adoption program had her available. I knew it was her when I saw her, and when I brought her home it was as if she had never left. Her personality and essence is the same, and she is constantly by my side.
I wish you peace in your heart and Soul.
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