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P.U.P.P.Y. Love

Published August 31, 2010

Just to be clear; I am not a PhD or a clairvoyant. I am merely a spiritual person who has lived through enough experiences to remember (I don’t believe we “learn” but “re-member”) all that I am about to relate. I am just going to tell you what I know to be true. If it resonates and rings true for you, then that’s great! If not, please just toss this and move on!

I think I’ll start with my oldest memory of knowing that there was more to our reality than what we can see, hear, smell, touch and taste: My baby brother was visiting relatives in Dayton, Ohio, about 400 miles from where were living in Williamsville, NY. I was working in the yard with my dad and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I stopped working for a moment and complained to my dad about the pain. He wondered if I had banged into something or had done something with the rake that may have caused it. I told him no, nothing like that and that the sharp pain was now gone, but it ached. We both shrugged it off.

About twenty minutes later, my dad got a call from my uncle in Dayton, who my brother was staying with. Todd had been riding skateboards with our cousins and had fallen and fractured his collarbone! Interesting it was the left collarbone and it was my left shoulder that had felt the sharp pain! Hmm. Obviously there was a connection between my brother and me that was non-physical and sympathetic.

The same sort of thing happened with my dad. I was at a basketball game at the high school and tried to get up from the stands. I could not put weight on my right leg. Every time I did, there was a sharp pain all the way up to my knee! Friends got me into a car and drove me home, helping me hobble into the house. What did I find once there? My father lying on the family room floor, crutches propped up on the fireplace. He had pulled a ligament in his right calf playing racquetball! Apparently there was the same connection between my dad and me, again both non-physical and sympathetic.

These were two different yet eerily similar evidences of the energy that connects us all. It was not a revelation for me, but a remembering of what I was born fully knowing: in the final analysis, we are all one – from the same Source and inter-connected in a way not unlike the World Wide Web. We function individually, and yet our beings are intricately interwoven and our functioning affects every other individual in unseen but definitely real ways.

This connection is a bond we cannot and should not deny. It is evident in our ties with all living things on this earth. All are made up of the same “stuff” whether you call it stardust, DNA, molecules, energy or soul. This link is what keeps the world turning, growing and changing. It is the bonding with others in this way that allows us to love and be loved. We feel it with some people and some things more than others and this creates our “likes and dislikes”.

The one thing I definitely know about this energy is that you can find it anywhere and everywhere. In a sunrise or sunset; in a gentle breeze or violent rainstorm; in a gentle touch or a passionate embrace; even in the perfect cup of coffee on a cold winter morning – it is everywhere! I choose to call it joy!

I have taken to tasking everyone I know to “Find the joy!” It exists in the smallest detail and the grandest design. It is what makes life worth living. We are here to experience this joy and to remember as we create our lives, day by day, that this is our sole/soul purpose: to FIND THE JOY, experience it, and share it either directly or through every move we make creating the ripple affect.

Finding joy is the positive purpose each one of us was created for. To find that joy in every moment, experience it fully and share it in every way possible. Spread that joy around because like manure; it does no good unless you do!

So, why the title PUPPY Love? Well, it came to me through a psychically gifted friend who upon meeting up with me after 30 years apart stated she had a message from my late husband.

“Zom’s standing next to an old hotrod car. It’s green and the tires are smoking, but it’s not moving!” Interesting that she had picked up on his passion for vintage cars and the way you can smoke a muscles car’s tires without the car moving! It had never been mentioned in any conversation prior to our meeting, nor had I told her his nickname.

The license plate on that green muscle car read “PUPPY”. I wracked my brain about that for weeks! I figured out the numbers those letters stood for in the alphabet and played them in the lottery. No big winners! I thought about Zom always saying “That puppy can fly!” or “That puppy smokes!” But how did that fit in? I figured that wasn’t it either, and I was right.

This is where the story goes a little wonky on us all. Truly, on me too! While I believe in the “hereafter” and truly know that death is a transition and our energy lives on, what happened in the following weeks was a bit out there, even for me.

I had been following Abraham-Hicks and reading about the channeling of information concerning the Law of Attraction and deliberate intention for one’s life. Thinking positive always felt right to me, and the idea that the energy of thoughts would manifest things sounded as natural as breathing.

There was one book Esther and Jerry Hicks put out called “A New Beginning I”. Within those pages is a short, to-the-point set of directions for intentional meditation to bring about the opening of one’s heart and mind to the energy of those no longer living. That sounded like the perfect way to gain clarity on all kinds of subjects! Zom was “out there” somewhere and he could clue me in!

So, I followed those directions, breathing deeply and concentrating on my breath to relax and open my heart, mind and soul to my late husband’s energy. The book said it would feel like a tingling at first, and I anticipated that, but felt nothing at first. I continued to do this every night for over a week. On my third try, I did feel a bit of a tingling in my fingertips, but nothing more.

During the fourth try, the tingling in my fingers increased and moved up my arms, relaxing my shoulders and I felt a vibration in my chest. To be honest, that scared me just a little. But I continued. The fifth time, I felt that tingling spread all over my body, vibrating not only my chest but my hands and feet! I reached out my right arm, palm open to receive whatever it was I was to receive.

A light appeared behind my closed eyes. It was a soft light at first, but it grew brighter and more intense, filling my vision with a golden glow. It was warming, but not uncomfortable. It felt safe and welcoming.

Through that glow, a dark spot appeared and began to take shape as if someone or something was moving through the light towards me. And that’s exactly what it was!

Zom, in his inevitable jeans and black T-shirt, walked towards me over a craggy, ancient stone bridge. He stopped in the middle, glancing over his shoulder as if for permission. He took a couple more steps, and then raised his arm, beckoning me to join him in the middle.

I remember breathing in a very deep breath and taking that first step onto this new plane. It felt light and receptive, and I took the next few steps eagerly, wanting to reach him before this “dream” ended. We met in the middle of that rough-hewn but solid bridge, his hand taking mine in a tight grip and pulling me the rest of the way into his arms.

The feeling of being in those arms again after so many months alone was something I can never describe in words. I will try, however, because I want you to know it is possible to reach out and touch those who have gone on ahead. They welcome and even crave it, remembering being in the body and how that felt.

It was warm, and yet it felt as if a gentle, delicious breeze caressed us both. The light I had seen as I opened my consciousness to this realm doesn’t compare to the brilliance of what exploded behind my eyes as we touched. The incredible earth-shattering joy swells my heart to this day, months later, and brings me to tears.

Imagine, if you will, being separated from the one you love, with no hope of ever seeing them again beyond a photograph. Then imagine being able to see them but only from a distance, waving like a crazy person to be sure that they see you too! Now imagine bridging that distance and actually being able to hold their hand, touch their face, and hold them tightly to your heart.

If you can imagine any of the above, you can come close to the absolute, unmitigated, unbounded joy that flooded my whole being and floods me still to even just remember this meeting.

That was quite enough for that try, I imagine, and the feeling faded, leaving me with nothing but the gnawing desire to make it happen again. I did the exercise every evening and once again achieved the bridge. And then, Zom spoke. This will seem irreverent to some, but it is also exactly what he said to me when we first met face-to-face after months of on line interaction: “Where the fuck have you been?”

We both smiled and he held my hand tightly as he began to tell me how incredible this new world was. It’s exactly like we talked about, he said. I can fly anywhere in an instant and be with you the second you think of me. I can have anything I want, when I want and as much as I want! You’d be surprised how fast that gets old! And then he laughed. Treasure your loved one’s laughter! It is one of those simple but precious joys!

“You need to let me go, you know, Sunshine,” he said, stroking my cheek. “It’s time and you need to move on and make room. You need to know some things, though, and we’ll talk more.”

And we did, indeed, talk more over the next few weeks. He was constantly in my head, on the radio, on the TV, in my class on line, and in my dreams. We did meet again several times on that same stone bridge and on the incredibly deep emerald green grass on the other side of that bridge. We sat and talked, and he told me many, many things.

Mostly he talked about how it was exactly as we had always thought. Death isn’t an end, it’s a new beginning. Our purpose on earth is to experience for Source all the joy that we can stand and to share it all with anyone and everyone. The sharing is obvious, but it is also to expand and multiply the feeling! We’re creating that joy every day as we walk through our lives. We can make this life easy for ourselves, or hard. It’s all up to us.

“And it all comes out okay in the end, Sunshine, just like you would have written it! Because, ya know, you did!” He laughed about that, hating to ruin it for me as he had ruined so many movies in our life together by revealing the ending.

But it didn’t ruin it for me. It made me realize that now, as always, “I know something you don’t know!” and I can laugh at the foibles and the dramas that are created in so many lives, for so many reasons, and on so many levels. It’s all of us, creating as we go, with so many never knowing their sole/soul “positive purpose” is simply to find the joy in every moment!

This is the meaning of P.U.P.P.Y. Love: Perfect Understanding of Positive Purpose Yields LOVE. Perfectly understanding (KNOWING) that your positive purpose (FINDING THE JOY) is just that: find, feel, and share joy! This will automatically yield only one thing: LOVE. And just as John Lennon said: “Love is all you need.”

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