Dog is God spelled backward – part 1 -bless his big black head – a tribute by LuRain Penny

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 Friends,

Last night, I couldn’t sleep.

 Because of my back problem, I recline in the chaise across from the television close to the door. 

If I get up in the night, to go to the bathroom or have an nocturnal cigarette, I turn a light on. 

That usually wakes up the dog. He walks me to wherever I going. 

Last night, I woke up at 3 a.m.  Went out on the porch to smoke. 

Then I got a hankering to see the sky.  So I started down the steps.

This is always a risky undertaking, even in broad daylight. 

The dog come up. 

He is a big old guy.  I was afraid for a minute he set to knock me over.

Instead he stood there till I put my hand on his back, then he led me down like a seeing eye; slowly and carefully. 

We made our way into the garden.  The air was fresh.  

I could smell the sea from a long way off.   But of course, that’s impossible.

I looked up and there they was.  My triangle of stars, the very same, I’m sure, that I travelled through during my religious experience.

They was winking at me.  Telling me, I all right.

Had some readers ask me about the night I went off-world.

I stayed away about 20 years with no recollection; no memory of nothing but what was happening in my mind. . 

I only know what I saw. 

The Universe in all its depth and mystery.

*

Some people think that everything happens for a reason.  I not sure. 

I think there is a Plan, but part of that plan is that there is No Plan. 

Having everything mapped out would leave no room for experimentation, spontaneity, happy accident. 

No Plan means a constant state of crisis management, not one thing would evolve. 

 Assuming everything is planned is how we cope. Giving every event ultimate meaning.  

Luck and do-do, side by side.  Chance and destiny, all in a waxy ball.

That’s Life.

*

When I had my stroke,  I was angry for a long time.

I went from being on the crest of a wave to washing out in an undertow. 

It turned out to be one of the best things ever happened to me. 

I take better care of myself now. 

Come back stronger than ever. 

Found the truth of loving friendship, of sacrifice, of service.

A worthless life transformed.

*

Nowadays I have a different attitude about fame and fortune. 

I don’t want to be exposed to the invasive attention, or rumour mongering – digging up of every salient fact, the speculation. 

Exposure is a series of flashes, revealing every flaw. 

I prefer Percolation; seeping through the bedrock, running in the vein. 

Becoming part of the whole in a integral manner, not separated from it by false elevation.

Whatever happens to me, I have vowed to share the enlightenment, which chose me as a vehicle for dissemination.

*

No matter how difficult it seems to us, we can heal this planet. 

It’s going to take alot of doing – we’ve made a mess of everything.  It must be done.  Soon. 

Start at home, with your own self.  A month of good behaviour. 

 Take yourself off the center stage of your attention. 

Be kind, watch your words, support rather than denigrate. 

Move blame out, concentrate on solution.  Be joyous. Love – truly and unselfishly. 

 

This dog has much to teach us about that.

He brought me back, up the stairs and into the house. 

Left me in my lounger. Lay down at my feet.  I closed my eyes and thought –

My Stars, I am blessed.

Love,

LuRain

x

 -lp©08-

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6 thoughts on “Dog is God spelled backward – part 1 -bless his big black head – a tribute by LuRain Penny

  1. Hi LuRain;

    This is a lovely profound post about destruction, healing, seeing the light and the importance of loving other life forms that form a bond with humanity.

    Your life is an education for you, a painful one at times and a joyous one as well. Now, that you have lost a few things, you appreciate what you do have, life.

    You are teaching, which is your role for the moment. Teaching others what you have learned so it may not have to take them a lifetime to enjoy the dog or the smell of the ocean.

    A great peace of work LuRain.

    Thank you :)

  2. Hi LuRain:

    Thank you for the words on my blog, and you haven’t lost a friend.

    I will be stopping by on occasion to say “hey LuRain”!

    I was getting to the point where I was regurgitating a message that most others have touched on and will touch much better than I.

    I have been living the life of a recluse for almost two years, holed up in a room with a computer, and that does not bode well for sanity or self.

    Quitting the blog is a start to emerging back into life.

    There appear to be dire times ahead, not only economically but socially.

    I have three children living over two thousand miles away and I am living with a woman and her daughter.

    I need to reduce the distance, for they still need me I feel. As long as I can walk and talk and think, they need their father in times of need.

    They are not babies, 19 and 21, but that is nothing in the grand scheme of things.

    My son said, “Dad, come here” today.

    I said I will see what I can do. It is not a matter of jumping on an airplane, there are legalities that may prevent me from going as they have prevented me from entering six years ago.

    Not that I am a terrorist or criminal, I just fall between the cracks. That is from living on the outer fringe trying to do what must be done to survive. I may have to go to the edge once more to pull this together.

    Your Friend

    Ichabod

  3. LuRain;

    Your prayer for me sent a tremor in the spiritual fabric of this thing called life and touched my soul which spawned one last post which started with “Miss Penny said a prayer for me today”, and the post is titled “Give unto Cesar”.

    I am not superstitious by nature or religious in the popular sense, but the words that I wrote did not come from my brain per se, but flowed from an outpouring of inspiration and truth which I believe was prompted by your prayer and the thoughts you shared with your live in friend.

    That was my last post as nothing needs to be said after that.

    I thank you for the gift of that prayer, it touched and I touch you and Codifyer back with one of my own.

    Peace and love.

    Ichabod

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  5. Thanks Jason,

    I am thankful for your appreciation. It will be nice to know I speaking directly to you while you wend your way.
    The Best New Year to you.
    Love,
    LuRain
    x

    PS Just found out you only complemented me to send me gobs of drug spam. Very upsetting.
    Won’t be believing you anymore. Too bad you think you can take advantage of an elderly woman like that. And if you want to be of help – try to sell me drugs I can use – not Viagra. Fool.

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