Cosmic Canines: Wagging Tails and Spiritual Tales

Furry Shamans: Your Four-Legged Therapists Are Actually Sirius Intelligence Agents

Cute, clever, and oh-so-cuddly, they may seem like mere distractions from the drudgeries of your Instagram-scrolling existence, but, plot twist, they’re actually cosmic shamans in fur coats!

Yes, you heard me right. These pooches are not just your run-of-the-mill woof-woofers begging for a belly rub when you can barely summon the will to walk them in the drizzle. They’re the fabulously complex, astrologically attuned beings from the constellation Canis Major, sprinkled into your earthly life with a glam mission. And what might that be? Hold onto your Manolos, because they’re here to give your emotional baggage a one-way ticket to the recycle bin. Talk about cosmic housecleaning! 🌟

So, you’ve noticed your canine comrades catching human-ish ailments, like cancer? Ah, that’s not random happenstance. These divine healers are sponging up your emotional junk - your fears, your pains, your unprocessed existential dread - and carrying it so you don’t have to. Let’s toast to their selflessness, shall we?

What they’re doing is essentially downloading your outdated emotional software. Think of them as your soulful, wet-nosed antivirus. When they nuzzle, cuddle, or cavort, they’re actually scrubbing away the darker energies you’re hoarding. Let’s be real, people - you’ve got to move on! You’re not a storage unit for unprocessed emotions. Feel the sorrow, sit with the pain, but for the love of celestial cupcakes, don’t let it petrify in your veins!

Little mystic advisory, courtesy of our astro-pups: Feelings are like cocktails - meant to be experienced, not stored indefinitely. When you cling to your emotional cobwebs, you’re not just freezing yourself, but you’re also putting a chill on the collective human vibe. And that’s a party foul in cosmic etiquette, darling.

Four-legged furry sages

So, the next time your pup demands your attention, don’t just throw them a bone - offer them a throne. They’re the emotional custodians of your life, after all. Connoisseurs of deep cosmic darkness - pain, suffering, and the fear of the ever-mystifying unknown, our divine doggos are here to lead us through our own personal underworlds and out into the light.

When your fur-babies descended to Earth, they didn’t just bring adorable snoots and wagging tails; they unleashed a stardust sprinkle of ancient Sirius vibes. That’s right, darling, the doggos are channeling energies straight from the cosmic discotheque that is Sirius.

Why, you ask? Oh, it’s not for the belly rubs or the organic kibble - no, honey, they’re into something far more complex. These pups are aiming to rekindle your own Sirius frequencies - y’know, the part of your soul that has an interstellar passport with Sirius listed as one of “homes sweet homes.”

Now, don’t get it twisted. Our celestial canines are not just your walk-in-the-park companions. They’ve got an emotional agenda so grand it could give your most complex romantic entanglement a run for its money. This bond between hoo-mans and their cosmic canines? Oh, it’s not a one-night stand; it’s a full-blown emotional rodeo! We’re talking about energies dancing, swirling, and merging: no matchmaker needed.

And you, dog owners who feed and walk your pets - well, mostly. (Let’s not talk about those who ditch their pets for a seaside vacation. Their karma’s barking up the wrong tree, yikes!) The point is, through this love-tug, a mysterious energy exchange happens. While you think you’re simply petting their fur, you’re actually swapping soul parcels. And what’s in these parcels? They dish out peace and joy like candy at a parade, while graciously collecting your emotional trash. In other words, they’re not just your loyal pals; they’re your spiritual vacuum cleaners.

Masters of Human Evolution: The Fur-tastic Phenoms

These cosmically connected pups are masters in transmuting sorrow into joy, a real sob-to-samba transformation, if you will. You might’ve heard stories about dogs guarding the gates between life and death, right? Like celestial bouncers in the exclusive penthouse of the soul. But it doesn’t stop there. If you’re delving into astral magic or consciousness-journeys - whether you’re meditating or just tripping in your dreams - guess who’s there, guarding you like cosmic secret service? Yep, it’s them.

But before you go calling them astral superheroes, there’s a tiny caveat: something about “dark nights” coming. No, no, it’s not a horror film trailer; it’s just the Universe throwing some curveballs your way. These dogs have got a knack for navigating the murky tunnels where shadows and spooks come out to play. So when your life starts resembling an angsty indie song, you’ll find your four-legged shaman at your side, wagging away the gloom.

In a nutshell, your fluffy guardians have got you covered for the cosmic highs and the earthly lows. So the next time you stare into your dog’s eyes and feel a tug at your soul, remember - they’re not just after treats. They’re serving up a slice of Sirius, with a side of cosmic evolution.

Stuck in a rut, low-key waiting for some celestial intervention. Then, outta nowhere, a dog - maybe your neighbor’s scruffy lil’ mutt - bounces up like a party-crasher at a dull soirée. Hey, don’t just brush it off! Look into those pupper eyes for a hot sec. Feel the vibe, catch the message. Notice that tingling? Yep, that’s where you’ve been spiritually constipated. So, breathe in some friggin’ light and let it work its magic on your soul’s sore spots. This is crucial, no jokes.

You know how you’re just minding your business in a park and a random dog breaks the ‘no running’ rule just to reach you? That pooch isn’t random; it’s your ad hoc healer. Bless its furry soul: send it good vibes, play it your internal happy playlist or whatever. Just know, you’re backed by the entire dang universe for this cosmic leap you’re about to take. Your only job? Be your fabulous, joyous self and spread that cheer like it’s confetti at a New Year’s bash. Toss away your old woes, feed ’em to the dog if you must. After all, we’ve got a planet to heal, sugar, and ain’t nobody got time for yesterday’s drama.

Canines and I?

Well, I was always Team Cat, purr-iod. But then Arka waltzed into my life, born on the same freakin’ day as me. I pawned her off to my dad’s countryside mansion, cause ‘dogs need space,’ or so my genius brain rationalized. But guess who’d leap around like a ticklish feather whenever I popped by? Yeah, that’s right. Arka. My dad loves me, but that pooch? The purest cocktail of canine joy.

My interactions were low-key. I mean, have you met a Great Dane? They’re muddy, drooly, and could easily squash your foot. But looking back, my God, what a fool I was! Arka was my Obi-Wan. She schooled me in energy points, shiatsu, and the like, never demanding a tuition fee. All she had to do was send me a telepathic DM and bam! Enlightenment. Dogs don’t lie, baby. Wanna align your inner compass? They’ll guide you faster than you can say “cosmic compass.” And oh, got lost performing some earthy rituals in unknown terrains? Guess who turned into my personal Lassie? Yeah, the drool machine, Arka. So don’t underestimate the four-legged furry sages; they’ve got life lessons tucked under those tails.

You see, Arka was more than your garden-variety pup; she was a four-legged Nostradamus. Imagine having your own private hotline to the spiritual Twitter feed - a cosmic newsflash straight into your noggin. She’d give me the lowdown via dreamy astral memes, no kidding! When life threw lemons at my family or stirred the elemental soup in her hood, she’d come waltzing into my ether, picture-posting the whole deets like an otherworldly influencer. Fact-check with dad or local peeps? Bingo! Arka’s ‘news’ was more reliable than your fave horoscope.

Now, here’s where it gets all teary-eyed and soulful. When she started hinting at her impending celestial vacation - man, I was all ears but no acceptance. Clinging to medical mumbo-jumbo, I told myself, “Nah, she’s just sprained an ankle.” Deep down, I was like, “Come on, a sprinting dog breaking a leg? As likely as a couch potato winning the Olympics!” Spoiler: it was cancer. Cue the doctors blathering about doggy DNA or whatever.

But stop the presses! Arka laid it out flat: she was out here healing folks just by existing, alright? I went to see her, and yep, her aura was fading faster than a pop star’s career. I gave her six months, tops. She eventually ditched the bod. But, here’s the kicker: even in illness, even knocking on heaven’s door, this canine saint was still doling out galactic tender care. She wasn’t just waiting for our farewell; that’s like the shallow end of the pool. Nah, she was hangin’ around to prep me for what life had on the horizon: a spiritual pop quiz I didn’t even see coming.

So unicorns and stardust aside, sometimes the universe sends you a dog, not just to wag its tail, but to wag yours too - shake you up and get you in tune with the cosmos. I had no clue what life was brewing in its universal cauldron for me: a seismic shift was coming, as world-altering as a mega blockbuster with an extra dollop of drama. But when you’re the star of your own life, you kind of get performance anxiety, right? You sidestep the yucky parts, put your own sweet spin on ’em because, hey, we’re all made of ego and stardust.

But souls? They know the real deal. Enter Arka - the Buddha in a dog suit. She knew that in a month, my life would do the cha-cha with the Grim Reaper; the Old Me would make a grand exit and New Me would sashay in. And she was my celestial hype-woman.

So, picture this: it’s 3 a.m., the family has drifted off after a night of wine and strumming guitars. I’m there to say my goodbyes to Arka. Somehow, I fell asleep next to her, until someone in my family woke me up, a bit peeved that I’m bothering a sick animal. But Arka? She just winked, and despite being practically immobile, got up to do some good ol’ yoga - or let’s just say, to share the mat with me.

“Sure-footed in the dance of death,” she telepathically tells me. My brain plays it off as some poetic metaphor for my yoga pose. Because when you’re not listening, you’re kinda deaf, you know? Anyway, she leaves her body that night, and voila, in a month, my life’s doing the death waltz. Everything changed - the love of my life, my pad, my routine… like a switch flipped. For three surreal weeks, every time I stepped out - whether to toss trash or grab milk, guess who I’d bump into? A pooch. Each with that unmistakable Arka-gaze.

Call this sentimental hogwash or the Gospel According to Arka, but let me drop some woof wisdom: the canine kingdom is the earth’s league of instinctual healers. Like cats, they’re time-space voyagers. While kitties are your mental masseuses (more on that in future rants), dogs are the lifesavers of the heart. So, tails up to that, baby.

• Yesterday, I dove into a soul-stirring story about dogs&life&all, penned by a radiant new spirit

  Tania Tyler 🌿
  who's waltzed into my cosmic dance floor. It touched me so deeply that I had to share this text from my book - because when the universe orchestrates these divine synchronicities, who are we to keep the cosmic magic to ourselves? ✨From my book “DIVINE CHAOS: Finding Sacred in the Mess”