A Little, Black Chihuahua

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      The overhead ceiling fan/light fixture had places for 4 light bulbs. Two of the bulbs were burnt out. One had a garish, bright yellow light bulb in it. The 4th had a flickering blue light in it. Maybe, it wasn't blue so  much as bluish white but, when the light switch was turned on, it was definitely a very bright white-blue. Then, it faded to a vapid white color tinged with gray but still definitely bluish. Before it faded, it flickered and, when I really looked at it, I felt energy shiver through me. The other side was reaching out. Who was it this time? Invariably, I think of Carol & Ann & their impish souls. Sometimes, it has been them. Carol's energy, in particular, is very powerful.  One time, Carol tossed a bunch of peppermint candies out of a bowl onto the counter in front of me.  Sometimes, she sends hawks. I have heard they, in particular, can traverse, parallel universes. Carol & Ann went to reside in a parallel universe after a brief stay in their father's house. 

     But, I am worried about the little, black Chihuahua who died in an energy vacuum of an apartment. I am worried his spirit is stuck there. When I went back to clean it after we moved out, I was sitting on the bed my sons swore they would never move again. I was eating a delicious toasted submarine sandwich from a local deli when the little dog came trotting happily down the hall. He looked young and spry and happy and he said, "There you are. I have been looking for you". He didn't realize we were gone & had been looking for us. He had not hitched a ride on his leash or one of his warm sweaters. I told him he could come with us. He isn't here yet. How can I get a message to a hawk to get a message to Carol & Ann to get a message to the little, black Chihuahua? 

     We wouldn't leave you behind little, black Chihuahua. 

     

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