"Ascension" is a relatively new spiritual buzzword. It's the idea that humanity is undergoing a spontaneous evolutionary event on all levels - physical, mental, emotional, spiritual.
This exchange between myself and my two dogs, Xander and Gary, is a good example of how you can use both to enhance clarity and understanding between you and your companion.
Do questions on the nature of consciousness, of spirit burn within you, driving you to search for answers, for meaning?
All the behavioral science in the world doesn’t cover the mental and psychic rapport that’s developed. How these crows will show up, and hold space near me while I’m meditating in my garden.
Awakening Empaths are those people whose psychic-empathic gifts are newly coming online, or newly acknowledged. This is manifesting now, in ever-widening numbers in a multitude of ways. When psychics begin to open up and work with their innate gifts, contact with multidimensional beings becomes practical reality.
I’ve always wanted to have my own wild crow family. They are everywhere around us, but none seemed inclined to want to become closer until D.M. Our relationship is by no means unique, the Internet is full of these sorts of stories. But yeah…super fun!
Not too big a stretch to say – we’re in the midst of a crisis. Individually, nationally, globally. Right now, no one is untouched by some measure of tragedy or dysfunction. No one. Each of us must, to the best of our ability, strive to develop our deep knowing, our discernment to help us navigate these treacherous waters.
Lilith and Taserface. Yes. That’s really his name. MCU all the way. Train...cats? Yep. I’ve done some basic target training, name recognition. I about kicked myself when I realized they were perfect for harness training.
Xander is my Hundred-Pound Marshmallow, a Great Pyrenees/Something-Probably-Labbish mix. He’s a gentle giant with people and small baby things. Baby chicks especially. It was love at first sight of those tiny balls of fluff. His ginormous heart melted.
Diaval Murder dropped out of the sky one day in early spring, landing with a clatter of claws on my greenhouse roof.