I believe in reincarnation. It’s as simple as that. I believe that I have lived many lives before this one and will probably go on to live many more. I have no memories of any of these lives, but I do have an attachment to one of them. I have always felt incredibly close to animals, especially dogs. At one point, I thought that perhaps I had been a dog in one of my lives. And nothing made me happier than to think that sometime on my life continuum I had been a furry little critter with four legs. But now I’ve come to believe that rather than being a dog, I was a woman who had several dogs and was in charge of many more. For some reason, I believe this life was lived somewhere in the English countryside in the late 1800′s and early 1900′s. It all feels right to me; it all makes sense.
I also believe that animals reincarnate. I think they too live many lives in many different circumstances. I do, however, believe that one animal cannot become a different animal. For example, when a dog reincarnates, he or she only comes back as another dog – not as a bird or a cat. And just like us, an animal reincarnates until it’s done everything it was meant to do in this world… until it’s learned everything it was meant to learn and until it’s loved as much as it was meant to love. Once this happens, it will have achieved its Nirvana and will reincarnate no more.
I have only ever met and communicated with one animal who was living his last life. This was a Golden Retriever I was asked to talk to several years ago. “Beau” was old and in poor health. His family asked me to talk with him about whether or not he wanted them to keep trying to make him feel better or if he was ready to pass on to his next life. From the moment I met Beau, I was drawn into a wonderful, peaceful circle of grace and love. I knew immediately that Beau was an “angel dog.” This was the only word I could find that described him… and yet that word wasn’t adequate either. He was beyond describing. All I could do was bask in his wisdom and grace. Beau did most of the talking. He knew who I was and why I was there. And yes, he was ready to pass on. He knew he was done reincarnating and had reached his Nirvana.
I still have a hard time describing the visit and the conversation. I do remember I came away from it with a warm, cozy feeling in the far reaches of my heart. Beau’s energy become my energy and and my life’s path became more sure to me.
I feel very blessed to have met a dog like Beau. He helped me to understand and solidify what it is that we’re meant to do with our time on this earth. No matter how many times we have to come back to get our job done, the task never changes. We’re to make the world a far better place than the one we left. That is my fervent prayer and my dearest hope… that I have lived all of my lives in such a way that the world is a little better with each of my passings.