The book “The Psychic Driving Instructor” was written about the first 6 to 8 months of my spiritual awakening and, it is fair to say, life has never been the same since. The events covered in the book are incredible enough but the rate of development continued afterwards and I became aware of many spiritual things at many levels that I would have previously thought far fetched. As I was beginning to understand one thing I was given several other things to get to grips with.
One such thing was the Universal Law of Manifestation. The idea that we are all responsible for our own energy and where we direct that energy is well documented but the events around 2012 and the Cosmic moment changed things in a positive way.
2012 was to be the year the world ended. Supposedly. In some ways that is what was happening, the old outdated negative ways of the human race was being changed for a more positive and heart centred way but it would take time. The energy in the Universe was changing and we would be in a position to control our energy like never before.
Several times I was told that instant manifestation was now possible for those who had faith to use it. Let me explain my story then it might become more obvious.
I am married with two children. I love my family very much and have always wanted a dog and so have my children but not my wife. The usual complaints about hairy, smelly, time grabbing, begging, expensive, and can’t be bothered would all come to the surface when the subject was mentioned. I have had dogs in the past, before I met her, and know how they melt your heart but I also know that a non dog person will always struggle to see it. The quote was always, “The day a dog comes in this house is the day I leave!” I would tease her by saying I would remember that for the future, but for 28 years I remained dogless. Still, there was always a part of my heart that knew I would get a dog eventually, and that feeling was even stronger now than ever.
The local radio station were having a competition for tickets to go to the Cheshire Show, an event I have worked at several times but I have always said I would like to take my wife. Unbeknown to me, she rang the radio station and won tickets to go, so I rescheduled my diary as it was just days away.
We went and had a good day and there were dog shows and stands on the vast field where it is held. We passed a stand for an animal rescue centre and, on a board, there was a picture of a greyhound claiming he needed a home and gives great hugs. “How silly” was my wife’s reaction, “You can’t hug a greyhound, they are all skin and bone, not very cuddly at all!”
We walked past a greyhound rescue tent with several greyhounds all lay down inside. We wandered in and I asked, “How difficult are greyhounds to look after?” The lady looked at all the greyhounds crumpled on the floor and said, “this is as difficult as it gets.” Really? The fastest dog alive but this lot looked like they had just run a marathon in a diving suit! She explained that they are fast but have little stamina so will sprint at amazing speeds and acceleration for a short time but are then tired and need a rest, so they sleep for the rest of the day, hence their nickname of the forty mile per hour couch potato. She also explained what a lovely calm nature they have and are used as therapy dogs in many ways.
Of course, I had been thinking of labradors and alsations, whereas my wife had been thinking of Terriers and Scottie dogs, greyhounds had never crossed our mind. The lady in the tent was saying all the right things – easy to look after, sleep all day, two short walks a day, will sleep in the room while you do your crafting (my wife is a crafter). We spent three quarters of an hour in the tent with the dogs and volunteers and my wife had an affinity with them, “but we’re still not having one!”
We got home and I contacted the rescue to arrange a visit, just to see how feasible having a dog would be. A lovely lady came the week after and all we needed was a couple of adjustments in the garden and house and there wouldn’t be a problem but we had plenty of time as it usually takes weeks and sometimes months to get the right dog for us.
I had seen a local Greyhound rescue site on the internet and thought it might be good to ask them as well to get their input, not to put them into competition with each other. The following sunday another young lady came and confirmed the changes we needed to make. She also said she was fostering a dog at the moment who might fit into our lifestyle and was a real gentleman, and an ideal dog for a first time retired greyhound family but he is big and there is no hiding that fact. She can bring him round next week to meet him and just to see what it would be like to have a greyhound in the house.
I know what you’re thinking. A pushy rep trying desperately to get rid of a dog into the first home that would have him, it didn’t seem like that, though. My wife was feeling anxious now, as if we were pushing her into something she didn’t want. Sure enough the following sunday came and there was a knock on the door. We opened the door and, as promised, a three year old black and white greyhound was stood on the doorstep. He was big! He wandered through the house, into the garden, he gently walked round the furniture taking everything in his stride. We took him for a walk in the field across the road from our house. He was big and powerful yet perfectly behaved and gentle. We discussed it over a cup of tea while he lay on the floor in the same room. The time came for him to return and leave us to discuss and decide what we should do and that started two days of discussion that were hard and uncomfortable as three against one is not an easy compromise.
Eventually my wife said “yes” but there was an uneasy atmosphere as she felt she had been bullied into it. If the truth be known, her and the dog had seemed to have the most powerful pull to each other, far more than the rest of us. I put the wheels in motion thinking we would have to wait 2 or 3 weeks before getting him home but the fosterer was going away and felt it was better for us to take him at the weekend so he wouldn’t have to go back in kennels again, so it was full systems go and barely enough time to get the small modifications done.
Now the decision had been made things started to settle a bit, my wife started buying doggy things for him to make sure he was going to settle alright (I know!). There was huge anticipation in the house but we really didn’t know how it was going to pan out. My wife and I went to collect him on sunday from the home of the foster carer. We turned up and he ran round the garden – he looked huge and his strides were so big! We did all the necessary work and he jumped straight into the back of our car to travel the 10 mile journey home.
We got home and took him inside and left him to find his bearings, and for us to get used to having a big dog in the house. We took him out, we fed him, we watched him sleep afraid to move or make any loud noises. Greyhounds are sensitive animals and do not take to loud or sudden noises very well and if he felt uneasy he would quietly slip out of the room to go somewhere quieter. That first day was the most peaceful our house had been for quite a while but there was a serenity this dog had brought.
And where are we now, one year on? Champ and my wife are the best of friends and not to be separated. The three of us keep saying we need to get another greyhound so we can have one as well! He is the most gentle, loving, sweet, lazy, fast, gangly, horse-like, big, graceful, powerful, friendly dog anybody could want. My wife is most of these things, too, in fact it fills me with real happiness when I see her with him because I know there is a bond between them that is pure love and cannot be broken. We all love him and I think he likes us and he makes the perfect partner for meditation! And for the record, greyhounds give great hugs.
From winning the tickets to bringing him home took only 5 weeks. If I didn’t know what I know about the way the Universe works I would say it was coincidence but there are no such things as coincidences, the cogs were put in place by an intelligence far greater than ours. We still look at him and say, “there’s a big dog on the settee, how did that happen?”
Never underestimate the power of manifestation and we are in a time where the energy will allow us to do this more easily. Other things I have manifested include writing my book and being asked to be in two rock bands – living the dream again!
What will you manifest?
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